Valeria Garza sugar mommy hc’s
Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader
Warnings: mdni, sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamics, age gap, a liiiiittle bit of angst but it’s all good, smut, it’s proofread a few times but I’m dyslexic so there prob will be mistakes lmao😭
In my mind Valeria is a raging lesbian. She always knew that she was attracted to women, but still gave a few goes to relationships with men. And, needless to say, the only things she got from those were trauma and deep disappointment in men. I can’t tell about her relationships with Alejandro for sure - were they platonic or romantic - but I kinda feel like he was the final straw for her. After whatever happened between these two, even an idea itself of being together with a man repulsed Valeria.
So when she laid her eyes on you - pretty little thing, all giggly and bubbly, looking up at her with those adorable doe eyes - Valeria knew that she just had to have you at any cost.
At first she was very subtle with her advances - she wanted to make sure that you were into women as well, to avoid yet another painful disappointment. And she couldn’t exactly ask you straight - that could’ve freak you out and scare you away - last thing Valeria would want. It took a pretty long while - for Valeria’s great dismay and frustration - for a perfect opportunity to finally come. And when you, giggling and blushing, confessed that you were indeed interested in women - Valeria felt giddy. Just perfect.
After this rather informative conversation between the two of you, Valeria finally decided to bring to life her plan of courting you. At first it was very confusing for both you of you. Mostly you. Here she is - this insanely attractive older woman, being genuinely interested in your company, asking you out for coffee or just a ‘girls night’ every once in a while, and you didn’t know how to feel about it all. Valeria was playful and flirty, all the fleeting touches on your shoulders or thighs that made you tremble, your fingers brushing while handing something to each other, longing stares that were a bit too long to be brushed off and it wasn’t long until you developed a crush on her. And rather huge one, I’d say. “But did she actually feel the same? Was she interested in you the way you were in her? Or was she just playing around, like a cat with a trembling mouse, before throwing you away once she got bored?” - these were the questions buzzing loudly in your head, and you didn’t know what to do.
You’ve been fighting your feelings back - ignoring butterflies flaring in your stomach whenever Valeria called you, or stupid smile stretching your lips at the mere thought of her. Your “little crush” turned out to be stronger than you initially thought it was, and it scared you. So, to avoid your heart being broken, you decided to take this whole situation into your own hands. And by that you meant ignoring Valeria until your feeling for her disappeared.
And oh baby, was she annoyed by that. Once eager and happy “Of course, sushi night sounds just great” from you was replaced by “Sorry, but uni really has me in a chokehold, gotta lots of work to do”. This lasted for nearly a month before Valeria’s this thin patience finally snapped - she had to do something about it.
She decided to visit you late in the evening (so that she was sure you were home, to avoid possible frustration by you being absent). Banging on your front door she waited patiently for you to open it, listening to quiet scurrying on the other side.
Soon tentative “who’s there?” came from you, your voice sounded so small - scared, even - not waiting anyone this late of an hour.
- It’s me, hermosa. Open the door, - she said as calmly as she could manage, jaw set tightly and nostrils flaring as adrenaline was rushing through her veins.
You cracked open the door, peeking out to make sure it was actually her, before opening it fully. Valeria felt her rage fading slightly at the sight of you - hair all disheveled and up in a rushed bun, skin flushed and soft from hot shower, small silky bathrobe you had on gave her a pretty sight of your plushy thighs.
You were relieved to see her at your door and not some creep that could put you in danger. But the look of annoyance etched on her pretty face made you gulp nervously, whole body tensing as you could clearly feel a not so pleasant conversation quickly approaching.
You stepped aside, letting Valeria inside your small apartment. She made her way to your living room, stopping in the middle of the room and looking around, not saying a single word. You lingered behind her awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
- Sooo, would you like some coffee? - you started tentatively, playing with your thumbs to busy your hands with something.
- The fuck is happening, Y/n? - Valeria asked harshly, turning around on her heels to fully face you.
- Pardon? - you asked, your eyes widening at the sudden aggression in her voice.
Valeria sneered at your lost expression, looking at the wall behind you and inhaling deeply through her nose, trying her best to control her rage. This woman had a short temper, and you perfectly knew it, internally preparing yourself for a shouting marathon. You watched Valeria close her eyes, taking another deep breath, before saying in a eerily calm tone:
- You’ve been avoiding me. For a month now. Why?
Oh. So she did notice.
You stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights, as Valeria looked expectedly at you.
- So? - she pressed, cocking one of her dark eyebrows as silence went on for far too long. You gulped, trying to swallow a heavy lump constricting your throat, your waterline burning with bitter tears.
- Because I don’t know how to feel about you, - you uttered quietly, your voice small and weak, trembling ever so slightly. You tried controlling your breathing in a weak attempt of calming yourself down, not to let hot tears fall down your cheeks, especially in front of her.
- The fuck is that supposed to mean? - Valeria barked, making you wince slightly. She regretted it immediately, taking yet another deep breath to cool down, waiting patiently for your reply.
You hesitated. Should you tell her the truth? Or you could use an excuse of being busy with your studies, it seemed like it worked perfectly with Valeria. Or so you thought, anyways.
It was now or never - at this point, after you avoiding her for several weeks and this exact conversation happening, your relationship with Valeria would never be the same. So you decided to rip the bandaid off in one harsh move - painful at first, but it’ll be way easier in the future.
- I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. And I decided to end it before it got way too out of hand.
Ringing silence fell between the two of you. Valeria looked at you dumbfounded. Wait, what? Did you just confessed to her? That means that you actually, actually, liked her back?
Garza just stared at you silently, and you felt sick to the bottom of your stomach. You couldn’t control your tears anymore, feeling them flow down your cheeks freely. You quickly turned away, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, angrily wiping salty tears away. Anger was bubbling inside of your chest - this is so stupid, stupid, stupid!
You heard footsteps behind you and suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, Valeria’s warm body pressed against your shuddering back, molding against you. She rested her forehead against your shoulder, rubbing her face against soft material of your bathrobe, arms squeezing you a tad tighter in a hug.
- Princess, you don’t know how much I wanted to hear you say it, - she murmured against your skin, inhaling a lungful of your sweet scent. Your head snapped to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of Valeria.
- What..?
In a swift move the turned you around, warm hands resting on both your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears away. Before you knew it her plump lips were slotted snugly against yours, sending electric shocks running up and down your spine, electricity tingling on your fingertips. You gasped softly before she broke away, leaning back just enough to have a proper look of your flushed pretty face. Without fully realizing what you were doing you leaned forward, once again meeting her lips with yours, arms wrapping around her shoulders to keep her as close to you as humanly possible.
So that’s how relationships between you two started. You two never actually settled sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamic, but with the age difference and all the money Valeria had from running a cartel?? Baby, you get whatever you want.
Valeria literally spoils you rotten - any jewelry, expensive makeup or clothing piece you may want - you most certainly get it. She also loves to take you to pretty locations like Italy, Spain, Jamaica - you name it. Your vacations never last long due to her work, but it’s enough to make some amazing memories together. But spoiling also goes to some extend - you want another car? Cariño, you already have three new pretty sport cars in garage - the answer is a firm NO.
And speaking of work - Valeria wants you as far from it all as well. It’s most likely you don’t even have any idea of what she’s doing for life. You guess that it’s something illegal - considering all the conspiracy and amount of money Valeria makes. But you don’t think too much into that; Valeria wants you away from all this dark business - so you do just that.
Valeria has a pretty tight schedule, not always having time for sleep, not saying anything about time to spare for you. That means that when she does have free time she expects you to be right there with her, no matter what you were previously occupied with. College? - Skip it. Family gathering? - Babe, you see them pretty often anyways, now get your precious ass over to her. Of course it annoys you as well sometimes, but Valeria genuinely doesn’t see anything wrong with her behavior so you have to patiently explain to her that you can’t always come to her at her smallest whim, causing pretty nasty arguments by that.
Valeria is very possessive. Whenever you extremely one of your friends that you’re really close with? God, it just turns some switch inside of her - her smile disappears, jaw clenching slightly and her whole body goes a bit rigid. She wants you all to herself, she wants you to only think about her and no one else. She knows that it’s wrong, that she shouldn’t feel this way, but she simply can’t help it! You are so smart and kind and pretty and charming - it’s hard NOT to fall for you! It takes lots of reassurance from your side to soothe Valeria’s pointless worries, proving over and over throughout the night that she’s the only one for you, the only one that can make you feel so loved and needed.
Valeria definitely gave you a cute golden choker, inlaid with lots of pretty gemstones. She loves seeing you wearing it - not only it goes well with most of your cute outfits; “mommy’s princess” engraved on the inner side of it translated onto your skin prettily, staying there for several minutes - bare sight of it makes Valeria’s mouth water, fingers twitching with want.
And speaking of sexual activities - I’m a firm believer that Valeria is a dom. Hard or soft - depends on her mood and your behavior. But this woman just doesn’t know how to bottom, not that she wants to. She loves her pretty pillow princess, loves to do all the work for you, having you at her complete mercy. You tried switching roles a few times, but every single time Valeria ended up pinning you down, absolutely ravaging you with her tongue, fingers or strap (or all together👀)
She’s VERY into pet play. Varelia absolutely adores tugging on the leash, making you whimper and ordering you around. Loves seeing you humping her leg like a desperate little pup, being so polite asking your mistress to finger your tight hole<3
Loves loves LOVES making you squirt!!! And don’t have any doubts, you WILL squirt with her! This woman just know how to make another woman cum in a matter of minutes. And all the cute sounds you make? God, it drives Valeria absolutely crazy!
Loves receiving sloppy slow heads. You sitting in between her spread legs, so desperate to please her. Your big doe eyes almost rolling back into your skull, tongue delved deep inside her pussy as you lick and lap at her seeping cunt, nose nudging her clit. Valeria buried her hands into your hair, tugging you towards herself, nearly choking you on her cunt.
And can you guess what Valeria’s favorite activity is? Scissoring you absolutely stupid early in the morning, her clit rubbing tightly against yours, your juices mixing, running down your thighs and ass. And make sure to give her a show, massaging your bouncy tits, pinching these perky nipples. Best way to wake up imho🥰
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Okay, but what if it was Victorian Era!Jake's mother or mother-in-law who laced up his wifey too tight? Just to "teach her a lesson", because she doesn't like wifey being married to Jake or something... And wifey is too stubborn to let the woman know she is in any discomfort, so she doesn't say a word to anyone about it until the event is over and she is all alone with Jake in their own bedroom, far away from the evil woman. And throughout the event she would sometimes grip onto Jake's arm tighter for support, or lean on him more, or ask to stop dancing before the song ends, and she doesn't eat much if at all of the food, even though it's her favourite, so Jake knows something is wrong, but he knows better than to verbally ask her, so he just looks at her with a look only she knows to be concerned (because Jake knows that his wife is a very proud woman, and she would hate for everyone else around her to know/think she is weak, especially her mother/mother-in-law, when the whole point is to prove a point against the woman) and she just squeezes his hand, and gives him a small shake of her head, to let him know she needs his support, but not make it too obvious (it helps that Jake never was one to leave her alone for too long at these events). And so when they are alone in their own room, far, far from everyone else, she finally lets the facade go and she gasps for air, and Jake knows immediately what to do, and he hurriedly takes the corset off, and his wifey is crying from relief when she can finally breathe normally. Jake sees red at the thought of someone doing this to her, but he is still the most gentle ever with his wife as he touches her and holds her and asks her who laced her up, although wifey can hearthe barely restrained rage. And at first she is hesitant to tell him, because she doesn't want to hurt him by revealing that either of their mothers doesn't approve, so it takes Jake listing off the potential suspects for her to burst out "no, it was my/your mother!". And she is crying and he is shocked, but only for a second, because then it makes perfect sense, and finally he understands why the woman looked so displeased the whole evening - because wifey held herself together and her plan didn't work. Needless to say, Jake pampers wifey the whole night and morning , and will never let anyone else lace her up, other than himself.
First of all, I love that we're writing novel length asks for this concept lmaooooooo
So, one thing that's very interesting about the corsets that a lot of people don't realize is that they were not meant to be tight. Corsets were meant to be support items like bras. You had to be able to move around in them and do things, so it wouldn't make sense for them to be suffocating or restrictive. I know we all want the Pirate's of the Caribbean scene where she feints, but my loves, that's just not realistic, and if you've been following me for a while, you'll know that I try to be as realistic with my historical AUs as possible.
Now, with that being said, I could see someone tying reader's corset waaaayyyyy too tight just to be vindictive!
And you're right. Jake would be absolutely livid once he finds out. He'd be so gentle with reader, stroking his hands up down your sides in a bid to soothe you as you catch your breath. He'd kiss the frustrated tears away, urging you to lay back as he strokes your hair and whispers those sweet nothings. He'd gather you up in his arms and just let you cry out the frustrations.
Now, I imagine that it would actually be Reader's mother who did this. I picture her as very controlling, wanting everything to be just so in the name of the family's honor. I'm not sure if she approves of Jake, but does know that he's from a very well-to-do and respected family, so maybe she's upset because Reader told her no about something. Mother knows best, after all, so how dare her daughter tell her no!
I think the next time Reader's mother is over, he'd do something very subtle to embarrass her publicly for the stunt she pulled with his wife. She won't soon try something like THAT again.
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Just watched Mutant Mayhem, here are my thoughts!
Overall: Yes, very good I suggest everyone watch it when they can or I will break your knees :)
I’m going to end up rambling far too much unless I split this properly, so I’m going to break it down into sections starting from what I believe is most important in a movie.
This post is still going to be a mess ngl
Story: 8/10
The story is actually very good! It was paced very well and ended in a very touching way. No character interactions or plot beats felt forced or cliché, and no forced identity politics which is always a plus.
The action scenes - of course they were amazing. Paired with the stellar animation, each action scene was brilliantly directed and choreographed. The start shows the turtles’ origin story is similar to most of the iterations with its own unique factors - in this case the ooze was created by Baxter Stockman.
The conflict of the plot was well written, the final act was great and ends with a hopeful and satisfying ending (there is a mid credit scene that teases something big for the series though!).
If it’s any consolation, it’s also very friendly to new fans of TMNT - I went with someone who has not seen any TMNT media before and they really liked it and understood it easily.
Characters: 9/10
Needless to say, all the characters were very well done. Despite its run time and large cast, each one feels grounded with their own unique personality.
For starters: the four main boys! They were done brilliantly - Mikey being hopeful and optimistic whilst naturally being empathetic, Raph channeling chaotic good energy with his iconic rage personality not being over the top, Donnie being a geek in the best way possible, and Leo trying to be a good leader and anxious, always looking out for his brothers but not a complete teachers pet. All very likeable, and I can’t wait to see them in the series!
Splinter: probably the best since 2003! Openly caring of his sons and worries a great deal about how humans will perceive them. Has his own trauma from his experience with humans so he tries to protect his sons by isolating them completely, but eventually realises that his own view of humans should not affect his son’s happiness and lets them fulfil their dream of trying to be accepted by humans even if he will never like humanity himself. Peak character development, 10/10.
Villain/s: all of them felt fleshed out and I look forward to seeing them in the series! Posed their own genuine threats with varying levels of morals. Again, all were fleshed out quite well and played a role in the story.
April: honestly, she didn’t have too much in it compared to the others but does play a key role in the final act and the ending itself. An interesting iteration of April, curious to see more of her.
Animation: 10000000/10
It was brilliant. What else can I say? Though inspired by Spider-verse it is its own style which is amazing to look at. It thrives in action scenes and landscapes. Another groundbreaking style that I hope to see influence others.
Music: 8/10
It slaps. Almost all of them I will be playing for the next week or so. The soundtracks really set the mood beautifully, especially the sombre track. Paired with the animation - ugh - chefs kiss
Overall Rating: 8/10
I am usually very very harsh with films, so for me to rate anything above a seven is basically unheard of. Probably my favourite movie of 2023, and my favourite TMNT movie. 2003 only just beats it overall but that’s mostly because I’ve known it for longer - who knows, a few more rewatches and it might overtake.
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I'M GOING THROUGH A BRAINROT THINKING ABOUT VIRGIN EARLY METALLICA JAMES HETFIELD
Our boy didn't had the best parents and as the Man himself Said, he grew up being way too sheltered from the world so Can you guys imagine How fucking pent up, excited and desperate This Man might have been to get his First lay?
And his first lay Being his dear girl best friend, literally the only girl who he knows that's not with him because of the Band because she's been there pretty much since day one for him, growing up together, living Just some houses away from each other and hanging out almost all day everyday until and helping him with his struggles back home.
Needless to say that James Fell First and fell hard and he has been like This since you guys were 15 at least (bro had been simping for longer than he would like to admit), even If he took notice of the way that you made him feel back in those years, It was easier to blame puberty....but things didn't mellow out after This at all, in fact, It only got worse as the years went by, the wholesome daydreaming of curious childish kisses turning into wet and sticky nights where our Young man would be haunted by the most lascivous and erotic dreams with his sweetheart that would lead to him eventually losing sleep and spending almost the whole night desperatly touching himself, chasing after a relief that never seemed to really saciate him completely, not even porn magazines or tapes could help him out because they weren't his girl (possessive baby before even making the First move)
It took him Being away for some time, getting the band stuff going and coming back to his Sweet friend all Grown up and more than eager to welcome him back home to finally break
He would be so desperate for her, so pent up and aroused by her simply embracing him in a hug that he couldn't help the groan that left his mouth as he burried his face on the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to his body, much to her joy that finally realised that all These years he was in love with her as much as she was in love with him, she Just didn't expected to Discover This via a raging boner poking against her tummy
(Someone pray for his sweetheart, our boy still don't know he's a bigger and thiccer than the average)
this just made me let out a noise that i will never let myself live down omg......
james would be allllll over you when he finally gets you in his bed. desperately pawing at you barely even getting his pants down to fuck you. he would be moaning in your ear telling you how good he feels and how he's waited for this for so long. how much he loves you and wants you to really feel it. he would fuck you into the mattress bc hes so wound up and feral for you but oh does he love on you the whole time. chests pressed tight together, your legs around his waist and ur holding his hands at the sides of your head<3333
him cumming embarrassingly quick and just going down to eat your pussy after bc he didn't make you cum and he needs to see it. needs to see you fall apart for him. and then he gets hard again bc our baby has STAMINA okay he's like 19-20 ish, and winds up rutting into the bed until he cums for a second time while he sucks on your clit until you lock your legs around his head and cum into his mouth.
young james young james young james
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Being Inarizaki’s Manager
🚑Miss Manager Breaks Her Hand🚑
Inarizaki x female! manager (she/her)
Warnings: mention of broken hand, pain relievers mentioned, crying, angst(?) to fluff
A/N: this idea stemmed from the 2k headcanon celebration and I loved it so much that I thought I’d indulge myself 💅
This team ranges from “protective dad squad” to “problem children”
It’s giving season 4 Seijoh x Shiratorizawa crossover
Like I’m both excited and scared for you
Now being their precious manager, you were literally worshiped on this team
The third years, Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi, absolutely adored you beyond all measures
You were the light of the team, the rock 🪨
The second years, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna and Ginjima, were the guardians of YN
They didn’t think anyone was good enough to breath the air of THEIR YN
And last, but certainly not least, our precious bby first year, Riseki, absolutely had the biggest crush on you
He looked up to you and worshiped every step you took
Needless to say, you were irreplaceable my dear Yn
Unfortunately “irreplaceable” does not equate to “unbreakable” as our lively Inarizaki was about to learn
Because you see, it happened so fast that absolutely nobody knew what to do
You sent the solid team that was slated to win nationals into the biggest frenzy ever
And it all started with a rouge volleyball 😌
You see, it was the end of practice and everyone was packing up the gym
Everyone except for a certain someone 👀
Now I know what you’re thinking ok? This is all Atsumus fault
It’s always Atsumu fault 🙄
And while 99.9% of the time it most definitely is, this 0.1% was not
Because it was someone else who accidentally caused the chaos
“Sumu pack it up! It’s time to go home!” Kita shouted as you picked up the remaining volleyballs
“Just a few more serves, I’m almost at my limit,” Atsumu said as you mindlessly continued your work
You were use to this, Sumu was Sumu and there wasn’t much more you could do
And by now, he had learned to avoid hitting you so you really didn’t mind
You just continued about your merry way, picking up balls and daydreaming
“Come on bro, let’s go I’m starving!” Osamu whined
“If you’d practice your serves as much as you eat, you probably wouldn’t have to worry about missing any!” Atsumu said before slamming a service ace into the opposing court
“What did ya say to me?” Osamu raged
“Oh boy,” Aran said 😐
“Knock it off you two! Let’s just finish up!” Ginjima yells
Suna 👉🏻👀 📱
Meanwhile, you are just lost in your own world, probably daydreaming of peace and quiet
“Give me that ball!” Osamu shouted as he grabbed the ball from Sumu before tossing it and slamming it into the opposite court
It looked like a good serve, a solid one even
It’s course was set to land right on the end line
Which was, coincidentally, right where you were 😃
Akagi, our star Libero, saw it first
“YN LOOK OUT!” He shouted as the rest of the team watched on horror
Thankfully, you manage to get your hand up quickly
The ball hit your hand, smack on and deflected towards the wall
A loud and almost visible sigh flooded the gym as everyone was relieved you didn’t get hit in the head
However the calmness lasted approximately .02 seconds when they heard you whine and grab your hand
“Crap Yn!” Omimi shouted as the team raced towards you
You were grabbing your hand as tears began to flow down your face
“YN I’m so freaking sorry!! I didn’t mean too!” Osamu said, coming beside you as he looked at your hand
Fun fact: a professional volleyball serve can be upwards of 120mph (193kph)
Osamu isn’t a professional but it’s safe to say he can probably reach at least 80mph (128kph)
Needless to say, there’s a lot of force behind a serve
I googled all the facts 💅
N E WAYS
You look at Osamu, tears in your eyes as you respond, “it’s ok Samu, I should have been watching.”
Meanwhile, your hand is beginning to swell and it hurts so bad
“Let me see it YN,” the coach says as he studies your hand
“Is she going to be ok?” Ginjima asks as Coach looks at you
“Riseki, grab an ice pack quick, Kita and Aran, take YN to the nurse now!” Coach barks as the team goes to work
Suna comes next to you, holding your hand gently as Riseski hands him the ice pack
You hiss and whimper as the ice hits your skin
Osamu and Atsumu stand to the side, visibly upset that their arguing lead to you getting hurt
“Come on Yn,” Kita said, putting his hand on your lower back as Aran took over for Suna, bracing your hand
Atsumu and Osamu wordlessly began cleaning up the gym with the rest of the team, feeling awful about what happened
“Hey!” Omimi says as the twins look at him, “it was an accident. She’ll be ok.”
Meanwhile, in the nurses office…
“We need to call your parents Yn, you need to go to the hospital,” she says as you look at her
“She’s ok isn’t she?” Aran says, concerned
The nurse shakes her head, “I think her hand is broken, she needs x-rays to confirm.”
Kita and Aran’s eyes widen as you hold your hand, crying a little as the pain continues to sink in
The team finishes cleaning up and they all run to the nurses office as they see you sitting outside with Aran
“Hey everything’s all right?” Atsumu says as you look at him
“The nurse thinks she broke her hand, her parent is coming to take her to the hospital,” Kita says as he walks out from the nurses office
Osamu immediately deflated, he feels absolutely awful about what happened
He realistically knows it wasn’t really his fault, accidents happen, especially on the court
You notice him looking sad as you stand up and walk to him
“Samu it’s ok! I’ll be ok I promise,” You say, hugging him as he hugs you back
It’s a sweet moment that is unfortunately interrupted 😐
“What about me YN?” I’m sad too!” Atsumu whines as Osamu and the team glare at him
You smile and giggle, hugging Atsumu and then the rest of the team
Your parent arrives and you are taken to the hospital
The guys all go home, worried about what happened to you
They all feel awful, knowing how much pain you are in
Suddenly, their phones all ring, the group chat lighting up as they all simultaneously answer
“YN are you ok?” Osamu shouts from his phone screen
Talk about turn of events 😅
“Will you shut up and let her speak?�� Ginjima says
“How about everyone shuts up and let’s YN talk!” Kita finally says as you smile from the hospital room
“Hey guys, I’m ok! My hand is broken but I got a cast on it!” You say, showing the team your favorite color, now wrapped around your hand
They all go silent, feeling awful
Osamu feels the worst as he looks at your wrapped hand
“Damn Yn, I’m so sorry!” He says again, his face expressing immense concern
You laugh, an odd gesture given the situation, “Samu it’s ok! The doctor was super impressed that I managed to deflect a serve like that! It’s not a bad break and they said within a few weeks I should be healed!”
“Are you able to do volleyball practice YN?” Akagi asks as you nods
“No physical activity for a while but I can still write and do everything I normally do! So it means I get out of gym class!” You say, excited you won’t have to participate in running for a while
“Did they give you something for the pain?” Aran asks as you nod
“Yeah they gave me some good pain relievers but I won’t be in school the rest of this week,” you say as the boys all deflate
“I’m really really sorry Yn! I feel awful!” Osamu says again
“Samu it’s ok! It was an accident! I should have been paying more attention anyways!” You say as you smile
Thankfully, a certain someone knows just how to lighten the mood 😏
“Really if you think about it, it’s all Sumu’s fault,” Suna chimes in as Atsumu takes over Osamus phone
“What the hell Suna?!? How is it my fault??” He shouts
“Well if you wouldn’t have kept serving, this never would have happened!” Ginjima adds
“It’s true,” Riseki says
“Atsumu you are going to run so many laps tomorrow!” Kita says as
Atsumu 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️
They are all just glad their precious manager is ok 🥰
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"how long will it take for you to give up on me?"
- in which you ask him just how long it'll take for your autumn love to completely fall apart. [ANGST]
characters: kazuha, zhongli, scaramouche (separately) x gn! reader
part two here!
Being in love with kazuha was like living in a fairytale fantasy. He gave you butterflies, treated you like royalty and showered you with nothing but love and adoration.
He would cook up breakfast for the both of you as you prepared the plates in your shared dining room. He wrote poems, sang songs and serenaded you all day long during your rare off days of work. It made you wonder really, how did I end up with such a perfect man?
And to think that a few months ago this was your daily life - your daily routine with him. You were the perfect picture couple, an artist and his beloved muse. But when you heard him mutter his ex's name at night, you completely shattered. You thought it was going so well, you thought that he'd finally gotten over her. Sure - she was his first love, but he promised to you that you were the last. Did he not?
You haven't had the courage to confront him about it - no, not when he calls out your name ever so lovingly. As if he wasn't seeing the reflection of his first love in you.
Kazuha, how long must this go on?
You sat at the front of your porch, nearing 12 midnight. Your husband was late, again.
For the past few weeks he'd been avoiding you after you two had a fight regarding his tendencies to turn a blind eye to women openly flirting with him. Zhongli was nice, way too nice - and you knew that. It was exactly how he'd made his way inside your heart without you knowing.
But sometimes there's a limit to how nice one should be. Instead of politely shooting them down, he'd offer a small smile and walk away, pretending like he'd never heard them. And you'd think they'd be discouraged at this but no - they took it as a sign to keep going.
And you could only stand idly by, with rage and insecurities building up inside you. Zhongli expressed his intent to keep your relationship hidden so as to not distract your work life balance while in the office with him. But when you saw the way a co-worker loosened the buttons of her uniform and rubbed up against him, the damn broke and all hell broke loose.
Needless to say you got a three week suspension from HR and was ordered to work at home for the time being, with nobody to talk to and keep you company - your own intrusive thoughts began to stir up an emotion that you had never felt. Not since you got together with Zhongli, fear.
Fear of being abandoned, fear of being cast aside once he realizes that you weren't good enough for him. Fear of being shunned by the man you loved the most.
And so you wait.
You wait and wait until the sun began to rise, and you realize.
He was never coming home.
You knew that the both of you were never bound to last forever.
Really, you should've listened to your parents' when they expressed their clear distaste towards Scaramouche from the start.
"He's not good for you!"
"He can't provide for you! He ran away from home at such a young age, he'll end up nowhere!"
Those mocking words haunted him every night, like a broken record that played on and on inside his head. It was like living in his old house again, where he was suffocated and neglected. A prisoner of expectations.
So when he had first asked you to cut off contact with your parents, you were beyond bewildered and mad. You ended up screaming at him and stormed out of the house. How could he? Those people were your parents, for fucks sakes they raised and loved you! Provided you with everything, and supported you throughout the way! And he's making you cut them off because of what?
Because they don't like him? But you do! So why does it even matter? In the end it's your choice to stay with him.
But this stubborn and hard-headed attitude of yours is exactly why the two of you drifted away. You couldn't see the way your parents looked at him with scornful eyes, refusing to accept him as a part of their family. You couldn't see how they belittled him for not being able to prove anything. And whenever he tried confronting you about how he felt and how he'd been treated, you brushed it off and refused to listen. You thought it was okay if you loved him - but it wasn't.
It never was.
So he buried himself in work, aiming to rise to the top. To feel like he was finally worth something. So he could proudly stand beside you, the one who's always accepted him - even at his lowest. It wasn't that he wanted recognition from your parents, no. Right..?
Scaramouche doesn't say it. But you know it deep within your heart that it has been long since he's given up on you.
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A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.
pairing. bakugou x reader
word count. 2.8k words
genre & warnings. fluff, pining but he doesn't realize it, baku in some serious denial, swearing (lot's)
notes. jusus FUCKING christ. im SO glad to be done with this you have no idea. It's been in the works for like three months I'm so done with this fic. pls lemme know if u like it if this flops ill cry. also sorry i havn't posted in like forever im a loser i know.
Katsuki Bakugou does not have crushes.
Crushes, were for stupid schoolboys and stupid girls.
Like you.
Yea, — if anyone had a crush, it had to be you. That's why you only smiled at him when he was looking at you. It's why you never tried to make eye-contact with him during class. It's why you never talk to him outside of class, and always walk on the other side of the hallway, and laugh at shitty hair's lame jokes.
There's no way someone like him, would like anyone like you.
Raccoon eyes was an idiot for even putting such an absurd thought in his head.
And it all started because he ran out of those stupid pencils.
Which was those dumbass's fault too. That week, dunce face broke all his pencils trying to do a ghost summoning trick in class and begged him to let him borrow one of his pencils. Which was annoying, but not a big deal because he's Katsuki and he was always fucking prepared.
But then, raccoon eyes lost her shit at the ugly grape fuck during class, and accidentally dissolved her only pencil in a fit of rage. Which meant he lost another one to her.
And then that same week, shitty hair was testing his strength on pencils, snapping them in half with and without his quirk, so he lost five pencils to his useless antics.
So by the time Friday rolled around, he had just one mechanical pencil left to get him through the day. Which would have been fine, ― if he didn't run out of lead right in the middle of fucking English class.
Now, he could have asked the teacher for a pencil, but she was this dusty, old hag, and Katsuki was known in his class for aggravating her to the point where her veins popped out on her face, and she would screech at him like a mad banshee. And Katsuki would rather pull out his own nails and stick them in his eyeballs like push-pins, than face the lecture she would no doubt give him if she found out he had come to class "unprepared".
So now, he was stuck, pissed off at everyone, multiple writing assignments to finish, a professor who never liked him, zero patience, and completely lacking in pencils.
Fuck his life.
And the day would have only gotten worse, if it wasn't for you.
He doesn't know how you knew that he needed a pencil. Then again, since you so clearly liked him, you must have been watching him all the time. You must have seen the miffed look on his face and noticed how he was furiously clicking his pencil for any lead.
Most people who didn't know him personally tended to steer clear of him for the most part. So needless to say, he was mildly surprised when small, quiet, you — tapped his desk with your little ink covered fingers.
You never spoke out much in class, and Katsuki only knew you as the voiceless girl who sat next to him in class and constantly kept at least one earbud in, drawing on your hands or doodling on the corner of your paper when the teacher was talking.
He figured it would be a miracle if you were even passing this class.
But when he turned to you with narrowed eyes, you held his gaze carefully, and held out a new pencil to him.
At first, he's less than pleased, ― Katsuki wasn't gonna just accept help from some random extra.
But you shook the pencil at him, urging him to take it, and he once again meets your eyes, ― long enough to realize that you had to be one of the prettiest girls he's ever met.
Brilliant, and mildly amused, your gaze held a sense of thinly veiled curiosity that peeked through the serene look on your face, the sun peeking out behind you cast small shadows down the curve of your cheeks from your eyelashes and, and ―
― and he had been staring for way to long.
Scowling, he snatched the pencil out of your grasp and turned to his assignment, pretending to read the instructions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you curl over your own paper and get back to work.
For the rest of class, he stole small, fleeting glances at your focused form.
He decided that he absolutely hated the way your hair looked glossy and soft in the light filtering through the window. And the way you tapped your foot on the floor to the beat of whatever music you listened to, and the intricate designs you often drew on your hands, slightly smudged where your fingers held your own pencil.
The bell signaling the end of class snapped him out of his stupor and he angrily stood up, sending his chair back with the force and shoving papers in his bag.
He's half way down the hallway to his next class when he realizes he's still holding your pencil.
He stares down at it with a glare and considers throwing it in the trash for a second.
Your face pops in his head for a second, (rather rudely, and unnecessarily if he might add), and he grimaces before shoving it haphazardly somewhere behind him in his bag.
.
The next day, Bakugou stomps over to class, fully restocked with his own pencils.
He sits down in his usual seat and glances at you without thinking. You were reading the board at the front of the class, but you turned your head to him when you felt his gaze on you.
His slouching position immediately straightened at a backbreaking speed like a soldier at attention.
Instantly, he wanted to howitzer himself into the next dimension.
What was he so damn jumpy for??
He fixed you with a defensive glare, like his ears didn't feel so annoyingly hot, "What!? Hah? I don't need your stupid pencils today. " he bit out.
You squinted at him, and his annoyance only heightened when he noticed the way your lips twitched upwards in amusement.
Did you think he was fucking funny or something?
"Ah, ― ok." You replied.
He twitched in his seat as he watched you turn your attention away from him and to something on your phone.
That was it?
That was fucking it?
He accepts your help one time and suddenly you can't spare him more than a fucking two word reply?
A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.
He glowers for the rest of class and makes it a point to not even glance in your general direction.
It works more or less to his favor, until he starts seeing you show up around him and everywhere outside of his class.
The moment he sees your eyes turn in his direction in the hallways, he swivels his head away so fast he nearly gets whiplash from the force.
Your outside after school waiting for a ride and he scowls when you don't even look up at him from your phone when he walks stiffly in front of you.
He catches you make icy hot crack a smile with some stupid joke in the lunch line and he almost combusts into a nuclear explosion on the spot when you ruffle his hair affectionately. How, and why the fuck were you acting so familiar with that damn candy-cane bastard?
The annoying voice in his head from earlier prompts him to go and place himself between the two of you, ― a physical divider, ― but he immediately brushes it off again. He chastises himself for even allowing such ridiculous thoughts enter his head over a useless extra like you.
Unfortunately, Katsuki in time comes to find that you’re not as useless as you seem.
As raccoon-eyes eventually manages to drag you into their tight knit group of friends, he begrudgingly realizes that there is much more to you than just ink covered fingers and pretty eyes.
Your one of the top students at the school. Picking up things easily, you don't pay much attention in school because you prefer to and work better doing things in your own time. You, however, make a horrible teacher, and any attempts to tutor his so called friends into shape, end in more jokes cracked than brains, and it's all too easy for you to dissolve into half giggles and smart remarks with them.
Your also, a little shit, he discovers, much to his chagrin.
"I still can't believe you go to bed at 8:30 like an old man."
The sly gleam of your eye when you join forces with his friends to tease him makes him want to slap his hands directly over your stupid eyes because he hates the way he's so automatically drawn to them.
And that stupid fucking twitch of your lips whenever he speaks to you. Like your trying to hold back a smile. Why the fuck do you do that. The fuck is wrong with you. Just smile like a normal person dammit.
So fucking distracting.
Especially when he began bringing you new, colorful pens for you to draw with for when yours ran out of ink. And the wipes he keeps stored in his bag for the teachers that kept threatening to email your parents if they saw you drawing on yourself during class.
God, you had to be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.
Which he swears is the only thought running through his head as he sits next to you at the library with his chin in his hands.
Definitely nothing having to do with the fading sun weaving through your hair in strands of gold, or the plush of your lips when you bite into them distractedly.
And your godamn eyes. Calm, sweet little almond eyes, so, ― pretty.
(Seriously, when the fuck did he start using words like "pretty").
It takes him a second to sense that said eyes were now focused on him. Unwavering and almost downright pleased in a way that made his hands clam up and saliva build up in his mouth.
"Hey Bakugou, you in there?" You ask cheekily.
He bites back a snarl, "Fuck off, tiny."
You raise your hands in mock surrender. "Ok, Ok, ― just making sure we didn't lose you into the void, you were looking pretty intense there."
"Shuddup I was just thinking."
"About me?"
"No, what the fuck?!" He yells, ignoring the librarian who sent him a stern look from her desk.
You snicker and he almost jolts out of his seat when you scoot your chair way too close to him.
You jostle his feet under the table and he kicked back impulsively. What he wasn't expecting, was for you to purposefully tangle your legs together, pulling yourself to the very edge of your seat.
Suddenly your face is right in front of his and he stiffens when you twist your fingers into the sleeve of his school uniform.
"Aw, you don't like me then?"
He absolutely hates the way he can hear the blood pumping into his ears.
"No, I fucking hate you. You're the worst."
"..."
"Oh."
Suddenly, you turn your eyes away from him and to your lap, lowering your eyebrows. Your lips fall into a deep pout that leaves him wanting to smush your cheeks together in his hands.
You look utterly crestfallen.
"That's kinda mean yunno." You say to him softly. "I really thought you liked me Bakugou."
He blinks at you in alarm.
He wasn't actually expecting you to take him seriously. You never do any other time. You knew there was hardly ever any real malice behind his words to his friends.
Right?
"It's ok if you don't, I understand. But, uh, I'm gonna go home now." You say quietly, without meeting his eyes.
Shit, ― he thought.
Did I, actually go too far?
You remove your fingers from his sleeve and make to grab your things to leave.
He panics, he couldn't let you go like this!
Frantically, he grabs your hand and pulls you close to him.
"The fuck are you talking about?! Are you that stupid?"
You look at him sullenly and try to pull away. He doesn't let go, but stands up to keep you pushed against the table.
Katsuki is reeling at the feeling of your skin under his, but tries to keep himself focused on the situation.
"Of course I fucking like you, dumbass." He nearly growls without looking at you face.
"I always buy you shit and make you food don't I? You think I'd spend my money and time on ya' if I didn't like you." Katsuki says simply.
"Thoughtcha' already knew you were my favorite." He mutters.
He looks up at you and freezes on the spot.
You have the most shit-eating look he's ever seen on your face and he later swears left and right to himself that he spots the slightest flush spreading across your cheeks.
You're goddamn eyes are once again so damn bright and he can barely process anything else with the way you're smiling at him.
"Bakugou,―i'm your favorite?!" You blurt out.
"I knew it! I can't believe I got you to admit it!!" You said horribly happily.
Katsuki stares at you in disbelief. Was that all a fucking act?
Your positively glowing now and Katsuki wants nothing more than to slap himself for falling for your stupid tricks again. How fucking dare you use your goddamn face against him like that. You were just playing with his feelings at this point.
He's about to tear his hand off your arm in a fit of anger when you pause you giggling and suddenly grab him by the collar of his uniform and bring his ear right next to your lips.
"Yunno, ― your my favorite too ok? Don't forget that." You whisper conspiratorially.
Your breath on his skin makes him nearly tremble, and he just knows that you can feel how hot his face his when you press your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss before pulling away to grab your things and disappear just as quickly.
Katsuki is sure that he probably looks like he just got hit by a truck.
A dazed grin makes it's way onto his face that he desperately tries to hold back, but fails as his fingers brush the spot where your lips just were.
All at once the feeling fades when his eyes meet the absolutely delighted looks of his friends from across the library.
They make all sorts of kissy faces and obscene gestures that has his face looking the same color as his ruby eyes.
He scowls deeply and turns to make his way angrily out of the library.
As he passes a window, he pauses when he catches sight of your figure walking across the campus.
Ink-covered fingers pressed to your lips.
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If there's one thing most people don't know about Bakugou's friends, it's just how perceptive they really are. Their normally aloof and carefree behavior seems to veil the fact that they are indeed future heroes and they have trained to be finely tuned to each others behavior.
So it didn't take long for them to notice a shift in the actions of their angry blonde buddy.
It took even less time to connect the dots to you.
And naturally, ― they began scheming.
Perhaps not scheming per say, ― as they watched Bakugou zone out in your direction for the nth time that day at the library, Mina smacked Denki over the head one day for using that word.
"We're not scheming anything Denks." she whispered.
"Then why are we whispering?" He muttered back, rubbing his head with a grimace.
She sighed deeply and massaged her temples.
"We just need a way to get him to realize that he's feeling an emotion outside of acute bloodlust and anger for once." she explained.
"So then what, do we like, plot an intervention or something?" Sero supplied.
Mina, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, with great effort, resisted the urge to send an acid quirk infused slap in his way.
Sensing this, Kirishima was quick to pipe in, "C'mon guys, nothing like that, Bakubro just need a little push in the right direction, is all."
Mina nodded in approval.
"Blasty's smart, he'll understand what needs to be done once he works out his feelings. Hopefully."
A mummer of understanding passed through most of the group.
Sitting up straight and cracking her knuckles, Mina whipped out a pen and piece of paper like a weapon, "Alright boys, don't worry, your girls got just the plan."
Kaminari made a face like he just struck gold.
"Ohhhh! Okay. So we're planning an intervention."
"For FUCKS SAKE―"
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Crossed Chapter 2
Hobie talked about Spider Society often over the course of your friendship. Pav, Gwen & Peter B. were the ones he talked about the most. He also frequently complained about Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew.
Needless to say, you thought you knew what you were walking into when you made the rash to decision to take you and Hobie right back to the people that hurt him.
Now, standing in the middle of HQ, with a shirtless Hobie leaning on your shoulder for support, you feel incredibly stupid, and regret acting before thinking.
“Woahh…” you trail off, unable to really comprehend what you’re seeing. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of Spider people are walking all over the place. By the time you take in the massive compound, several Spider-people have noticed you and Hobie.
Hobie’s arm that’s draped over your shoulders tenses, and before you can ask why, you see who’s gotten his attention.
The Spider-person standing several yards away from you has massive shoulders and a scowl that puts a bit of fear into your heart.
You gather that this must be Miguel O’Hara.
“Listen love, i don’ know what’s gon ta happen, but if I tell you ta go, I need you ta go,” Hobie mutters quietly.
“Fat chance,” you shoot back.
Miguel stalks forward in large strides, but he’s going slow enough to make you begin to regret several decisions.
“Oi, this is a bloody bad idea,” Hobie tells you.
You ignore him.
Once Miguel is a few feet closer, he flicks his gaze towards the stitches in Hobie’s side and then back at you. A flash of *something* flickers across his eyes. Whatever it is has Hobie standing ramrod straight, removing his arm from around your shoulders.
Miguel smirks at Hobie’s uncharacteristic posture.
“Leave ‘er outta this mate,” Hobie says lowly.
“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” Miguel asks, his attention not really focused on Hobie, but rather yourself. Hobie steps in front of you protectively, and suddenly you find your voice, remembering why you ended up here in the first place.
“And just who do you think you are?” you demand angrily.
If Miguel is surprised by your boldness, he doesn’t show it.
“My name is Miguel O’Hara and I-“
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I know who you are,” you huff impatiently. You side step Hobie and advance towards Miguel. “I mean since WHEN was Spider-Man the bad guy?”
Miguel’s fuse was already short, but having a non-spider person come after all that he’s been trying to save and vilify him has him exploding.
“I do what I have to do to keep all of our universes in tact,” he gestures to the Spider spectators, “including yours!” He jabs a finger toward your chest.
“And what could have possibly made you do that?!” You swing your arm back towards Hobie. A few gasps and some murmurs traveled through the compound like a wave.
“He could have died!! For what? Helping some kid that you guys treated horribly? Give me a break. You’re a shit leader if you think it’s okay to hurt one of your own,” your voice rises, blood boiling as you witness the establishment, everything that Hobie stood against fail who they’re supposed to support.
“You think this was about helping that kid Miles?” Miguel asks, genuine curiosity buried beneath the smugness in his demeanor.
“Miguel, that’s enough,” Hobie interjects firmly.
“She really has no idea does she?”
You look back at Hobie. Was he really keeping something from you or was this asshole just trying to get a rise out of you?
“I didn’t do that trying to stop him from helping Miles,” Miguel began. “In fact, he left the moment Miles escaped.”
Webs suddenly plastered themselves to Miguel’s mouth, preventing him from continuing.
“I said that’s enough, Miguel.” Hobie’s voice had dropped and he sounded deadly serious.
Rage transformed Miguels face as he ripped the webs off.
“Hobie Brown got that,” he points to the slowly healing wound, “because he tried to get back before his next canon event happened.”
This surprised you. “But I thought your canon event already happened?” you look back at Hobie, surprised that your spunky best friend wouldn’t meet your gaze.
Miguel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lyla!”
A little computer woman appeared and ran the program that explains everything. Each Spider-person goes through several canon events, most , if not all of them tragedies. There was a pang in your chest when you thought about Hobie. You had always assumed that being Spider-Punk was all fun and games.
“So you see, I can’t have two people trying to break their canon events. Hobie is, believe it or not, more predictable than Miles Morales.”
Predictable is not quite the word you would use to describe Hobie Brown, but you’re beginning to think that you maybe don’t know him as well as you thought.
Miguel can see the gears turning in your head.
“I have several spiders in Miles’ world to stop him from saving his father,” Miguel explains.
The statement sounds wrong to your ears ,but according to Miguel, it needs to be done.
“I went to your world to try to stop Hobie, hence how he got… scratched up. I’m not too late, but I clearly wasn’t as successful as I had hoped.”
Miguel all but sneers at Hobie. “I’ll admit I didn’t think he would bring you here.”
“He didn’t,” you correct Miguel. “I brought us here, I just used his watch.”
“That wasn’t really a great idea, now was it?” Miguel’s tone turned condescending. “Makes my job easier.”
“I’m having regrets, but it’s not the worst thing that’s happened.”
Hobie grabs your wrist, tugging you backwards. “Love, we gotta get outta ‘ere. Now.”
Miguel shakes his head. “I’m surprised it hasn’t clicked yet.”
You look back at Hobie, who now has your wrist in a death grip. Hobie’s struggling to maintain eye contact.
A second later, he looks completely devastated, as Miguel’s claws come out.
“He wants to stop his next canon event, by trying to save you.”
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Fictober 2023: Day 20: “This better be good.” - Kirby gets a call at 3am.
Fandom: Scream
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
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Kirby gets the call at 2.37am.
In her line of work, she’s no stranger to being called in at all hours of the night, it comes with the job. Every second of lost sleep is worth it to keep the streets safe from creeps and monsters.
Besides, better the demons on the streets than the nightmare in her head that haunts her at night.
Needless to say, she’s used to it, reaching over to grab her phone off the nightstand and answer it without even opening her eyes. A familiar routine.
Less familiar is the voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello? Is this… Kirby Reed?”
Jesus, why is a child calling her. He has the cracking voice of a teenager. But hey, could be worse. At least it wasn’t Ghostface this time.
“Detective Kirby Reed, FBI. Who is this?”
“It’s uhm- I’m Officer Parker, NYPD.”
She waits a beat, becoming irritated when he doesn’t continue.
“It’s 3 in the morning, I have to be in work at 6, and you just woke me up. This better be good. What. Do. You. Want?!”
God she just wants to-
“There’s, uhm. There’s two girls here, suspects. They wanted me- requested you.”
-murder him.
Murder them.
Two girls.
She doesn’t even bother asking for clarification
Who else could it be?
She hits the end call button with more force than necessary, and wonders if it’s worth it.
Glancing to the side, she stares at the framed picture on her bedside – Sam, smirking, with an arm resting on Kirby’s head. Tara, plastered to her side and planting a kiss on her cheek. A birthday gift, poorly wrapped and made with love, in her hands.
She gets out of bed and suffers through getting dressed.
She might as well get an early start on the day. Who needs sleep anyway?
It only takes her 20 minutes to reach the station. The Officer Parker, third on her shitlist, looks about as old as he sounds.
Jesus, she’s turning into Gale.
Her second worst nightmare.
(Her first is waking up and realising she’s alone again.)
Kirby stands tall and puts on her work face as she tries to get some answers.
“Why am I here?”
“Because I call–”
“Why are they here?”
Were the police always this incompetent?
The thought makes her mind flash to Woodsboro. Never mind.
The question seems to rally the Officer as he becomes serious.
“They’re suspects in a murder enquiry, Detective.”
Kirby sighs. When are they not?
“Who is it th- who is it?”
“The victim is Christina Carpenter.”
She listens with one ear as he explains the situation. Kirby takes the opportunity to stare into the interview room.
Neither girl looks fazed.
Nor do they look upset.
Given what she knows about their mother, she guesses she shouldn’t be surprised. It’s hardly a death worth crying over.
She doesn’t give herself a chance to feel guilty at the thought, cutting off Officer Peter Pan by shouldering the door open.
“Thought I told you two to stay out of trouble,” she says, announcing herself and waving away the Officer as he tries to follow her in.
“Trouble finds us,” Sam answers cooly. She does a good job of appearing unaffected, but Kirby can hear the relief in her voice.
“Weren’t sure you were coming,” she continues.
Ah, that’s why.
“And leave you to get into even more trouble when you try to punch a cop? Mmm, I’ll pass on that paperwork.”
Sam scoffs. “I’ve never punched any cops… Recently.”
It almost makes Kirby smile. Sam’s so different than who she used to be, and yet, still the same troublemaker she was drawn to back in high school.
She turns to Tara, eyeing the bruising around her neck and splattered across her cheek. “What happened to you?”
“Got jumped. Didn’t see who it was,” she answers smoothly and without emotion. The way one might if it was a preprepared lie.
Inside Kirby a war rages. The detective inside her demands an investigation, begs to involve herself, to find out more and unravel the truth. There’s reasonable suspicion, they have motive, they certainly have the means.
The part that loves them says let it go, that some things are more important.
Some things are more important.
“C’mon,” she sighs. “I’ll take you home.”
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Inviolable Bindings
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Chapter 30
Camp had been disassembled quickly the next morning as the army was to make the final half day journey towards Duskendale. The rest of the night had been free from ambush or unannounced visitors, a worry that had been Viserra’s alone. They had quickly readied themselves in the morning before attending a brief meeting to discuss their plan of action for the ambush.
Aegon and Viserra took to the skies on dragonback, their loyal beasts soaring through the clouds while they looked for any danger from above. The eager men trudged forth at an impressive pace, making good time and arriving at Duskendale as the sun shone highest in the sky.
The army closed in on the town, breaching its walls with ease. As soon as the battle began, the two dragons swept down to the unsuspecting harbor and unleashed their flame upon the anchored ships. The element of surprise had successfully worked in their favor and it did not take much to overpower their foe. The sea had been turned into a raging fire as the wooden vessels continued to burn. It was not until they had all capsized there in the port that the dragons headed back to the land.
Duskendale, initially taken aback by the sudden attack, was not able to mount an effective defense. The chaotic scene unfolded quickly and within the hour it was clear that Aegon’s army was now the one holding the town.
The dragonriders landed their mounts within the walls and Viserra took note of the cityfolk that were left scrambling. She watched as several of their men took the lives of anyone that came across their paths, not sparing even the innocent. Her stomach turned at the sight and it did not sit well that there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to their slaughter.
A piercing scream rang above the rest of the chaos and Viserra’s attention was pulled sharply to her right. Two of their men had cornered more smallfolk and she watched as one snatched a small child from the arms of its mother. He placed a blade to the child’s throat while laughing and taunting the hysterical woman. Viserra suddenly felt a different kind of fire rage through her veins and Rhyn closed the distance between them as if he felt her intention.
“Release the child!” She commanded, her voice cutting through the air.
The soldier turned and gave her a defiant look. “This one’s mine, dragon bitch. Not all of us get to hide in the sky while the real glory happens on the ground.”
Viserra’s eyes narrowed with anger and she unstrapped her legs from her saddle. Without another word, she dismounted the dragon with haste and walked towards them. Both men were ugly and scarred up close, and the one’s accent gave away that he was not from these lands. Their lack of respect towards her and pleasure they took in needless slaughter made her think they must have been sellswords.
“Release him now and I might consider sparing your life,” she spoke, her hand tightening its grip on the hilt of her sword.
Both of the men burst into laughter, the gesture filled with mockery. “Spare my life? You may have a dragon but you’re just a girl playing soldier out here.”
A bold thing to say to a girl with a dragon, she thought. Incredibly irritated, she took a few more steps towards them. “I am Viserra Targaryen, the daughter of the man who has paid for your swords. I am a cousin to the King. And a girl who does indeed know how to use the blade on her hip. Release the child and leave the woman alone.”
The one man, undeterred, pressed the blade closer to the crying child’s throat. “This is war, and in war, you do what you must to get by. Though, I don’t take orders from women.”
“You will take orders from her.” A voice interjected from behind Viserra’s back. She turned to see that Aegon had dismounted his own dragon and had come to see what the commotion was about.
His face paled slightly at the man holding the boy but he still stood firmly beside her. Viserra thought that the sight must have brought up the fresh wound of losing his own child. The realization alone making her finally draw her sword.
The man huffed and finally complied, dropping the boy to the ground and scowling as he watched the woman grab her child and flee. “Of course, Your Grace. My mistake.”
“Do not make the mistake again or it will be the last time you do so.” Aegon’s own voice was filled with irritation and she was glad that he had come to back her up.
She watched them carefully until the woman and child were well out of sight. Only sheathing her sword once she determined it was no longer needed. The anger still boiled under her skin but she chose to turn and walk away before things got even more out of hand.
“Fucking cunt.” The words were meant to be said under his breath, but Viserra heard them and could not have turned around faster.
“What did you call me?” She demanded as her hand flew to the hilt of her sword once more.
Both men froze their bout of laughter and did not answer her straight away.
She did not know what her endgame would be, but she would not take the disrespect and insults from mere sellswords. Behind her, Rhyn roared, taking a few large steps and coming up and over his rider.
Before they could even react to the impending danger, the dragon’s massive jaws descended upon the bolder one, cutting off any further defiance with the finality of death. Looking to the mangled and bloody mess that had fallen to the ground in front of him, the other man wasted no time scrambling for his retreat.
With the worst of the two gone for good, Viserra had felt a wave of satisfaction roll throughout her body. She looked to Aegon, who stood to the side of Rhyn wearing an expression that was something mixed between disbelief and impressed.
“He called me a cunt,” she explained, walking underneath her dragon’s neck and joining Aegon at his side.
“We will find the other and we will make sure he is punished accordingly.”
“Let him run and tell the others, it might be in my benefit,” she sighed, turning to him and taking in a deep breath. “No more of that. The innocent must be protected when possible. We are not here to single out the women and children of each town to rape and slaughter.”
He looked at her but did not know how to respond.
“Death is inevitable, but we can take a city without excessive brutality and cruelty to the people.” She was firm in her words and as Aegon’s eyes softened, she knew he understood her request.
Leaving their dragons to feast on the bodies laying around, they walked through the bloodied yard to where many were gathered at the gates of the small castle. Three members of the Kingsguard swarmed them as they came into view and led them both up to the large stone steps.
Cole and another knight had dragged out two men dressed in fine clothing. He announced each of them to the crowd and then presented them before his king. Lord Darklyn was the older man and although captured, he maintained a stoic and defiant posture.
“You may have taken our town,” he sneered, “but you will not take our honor.”
Aegon’s jaw tightened and he looked to Cole for direction in their next steps. Viserra, however, seized the opportunity right away.
“You clearly do not wish to bend the knee, though I do not know why, as your loyalty to Rhaenyra has done nothing for you.” She spoke the words with a questioning tone.
Lord Darklyn straightened his back and cleared his throat, “I remain loyal to the true queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen. I will not stoop so low to bow to an usurper. I do not fear death.”
“Good, because it happens to be your day to meet the Stranger,” Aegon chimed in.
Viserra would be lying if she said she was not impressed with Lord Darklyn’s dedication. Many men became weak when faced with death, but this man continued to stand tall and accepted his fate without a second thought.
“Do you have any last words?” he asked.
The lord looked at Aegon as he was forced down to his knees. “You will not win this war,” he spoke, his words cold and sharp.
Aegon huffed at the declaration and looked to Cole, giving him a nod to continue with the execution. Both men were beheaded in front of the crowd, their lifeless bodies quickly taken from the courtyard and placed somewhere out of view.
Turning to the soldiers, sellswords and knights, Aegon decided to address the crowd. “We have taken this town and it will not be our last! Tonight, we will stay here. Sack the town, fill your bellies, warm your cocks, but be ready to leave at dawn.”
The men, fueled by the adrenaline of victory, began to happily disperse back into the town. The Lord Commander had quickly taken the task of securing and setting the guards for the night. It would be imperative that they did not let their guard down, not knowing if the Blacks yet knew of their victories throughout the Crownlands.
The remnants of the day’s events still seemed to linger in the air and both did not desire any more conflict or trouble. A few guards carefully combed through the taken castle to make sure the structure was free from any dangers. Aegon wasted no time requesting that a room be found and readied for them to sleep that night.
Aegon and Viserra felt curious enough to explore the castle grounds. The clinking of the armor they both still wore sounded throughout the stone corridors. The many footsteps of the dragonriders and the Kingsguard that followed closely behind seemed to echo just as loud. Viserra usually thought that the guards presence was rather obnoxious, but today she was thankful for their vigilant eyes and ears that ensured both of their safety.
The castle, though quite modest and small, still held a certain grandeur. The tapestries and stonework decorated the hallways just as they did in the Red Keep. There was also a certain quiet eeriness that seemed to place them both on edge but they continued on until Viserra stumbled upon the kitchens.
The faint aroma of baked goods still hung in the air and a sigh of relief left Viserra’s mouth as she walked into the large room. “I anticipate tonight’s food to be better than the last.”
Aegon nodded and smiled at her. “I think we ought to indulge ourselves.”
She appreciated that his playful nature had begun to seep out and make light of their heavy day. Wasting no time before searching through the cupboards and counters, she quickly found a variety of breads, pickled fish, and sweetcakes.
While trying a little bit of everything they found, they were soon interrupted by a guard. He informed them that the search through the castle had been complete and a room was being readied at the King’s request. When the guard had questioned the need for two chambers, Aegon politely declined, earning a quick glance between the two before hurrying himself back out the door.
Viserra took a square cloth and packed quite a few varieties of sweetcakes for later. When she looked to Aegon, she realized he was filling a large decanter of wine from a barrel that sat just off the back of the kitchens.
The afternoon slowly lingered on until the sun set in the evening. Though the chaos of the earlier attack on the town turned quickly into one of celebratory chants and singing. A few of the commanders and the Hand joined them in discussion about the next day's start to Rook’s Rest and the plans that would follow.
A decision had been made that the dragonriders would each take turns patrolling the skies once darkness settled in upon them. Though they anticipated the Blacks needing time to plan an attack if they had become aware of their nearby forces, they had hoped their presence was still undiscovered. It could not be ignored that they were only a little over an hour away from their foes on dragonback.
After a few hours of intense deliberation, the men had all been dismissed, leaving only Cole, Aegon, and Viserra. With the absence of the other commanders, the air had suddenly filled with tension.
The Hand, seeming somewhat suspicious, felt the need to reaffirm the upcoming plan. “Once we fall upon Rook’s Rest,” he spoke, addressing Viserra, “you are in agreement to fly back to King’s Landing and send Prince Aemond in your place.”
She looked up from playing with her hands and narrowed her eyes at what seemed like some kind of jab at her loyalty. “Yes, that has been the plan we agreed upon.”
“Prince Aemond and his dragon will be crucial in securing the rest of the Crownlands if Rhaenyra sends her own dragons.” Cole continued.
“I do not disagree,” she nodded, though the silence that held the air seemed most stifling.
With a curt acknowledgement, Cole exited the room, but not before shifting his eyes between the two of them. Viserra looked to Aegon to see if he also felt uneasy about the whole interaction, but the king gave no indication as such. She brushed it off and began to remove the metal from her body. Once dressed down to her underclothes, she made her way back over to Aegon.
“Let me help you with your armor,” she spoke sincerely.
Not waiting for his permission to do so, she began to unbuckle the pieces from his body. As she knew he wouldn’t, he did not protest. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the gesture, smiling at her whenever she looked at his face.
Once dressed down as she was, she retreated to the large window that overlooked the port. Where the harbor once was, stood mostly charred remnants of the structure and ships. The flames had long been extinguished but there were still a few lit embers that became more obvious with the setting sun.
Viserra’s fingers traced the rough edges of the windowsill, her thoughts lost in what would happen when they arrived at Rook’s Rest. She felt a warm body join her there, familiar arms wrapping around her waist and a rough cheek pressing against her ear.
Aegon broke the silence, his voice quiet and low. “Look at what we are capable of with our dragons and we did not even have to break a sweat.” He boasted, giving her a squeeze with the statement. “The Seven Kingdoms will be ours.”
“Yours.” Viserra corrected as her muscles tensed with his words and she shifted uncomfortably in his embrace. She felt the same as the night before, coming to the realization that he might need her there but still afraid of what that would actually mean. Standing true to her own views on the binds of marriage there was also the undeniable fact that the Seven Kingdoms had a rocky history with supporting relationships forbidden by the Faith of the Seven.
Aegon tightened his grip on her and warmed her ear with his breath. “Ours.”
She sighed, irritated that the weight of their complicated circumstances were again pressing matters. “I have told you before, I will not fully entertain this discussion until you have defeated your foe and sit on the throne without significant threat.”
He laughed in her ear as he couldn’t help but be amused with her commitment to being so stubborn. It was something he found quite attractive, an assertiveness and strength that most women of noble birth did not display in his homeland.
“Aegon, you know I will not abandon you, right?” She questioned, leaning into his embrace. “If you could consider being content with me staying by your side without the threat of marriage, I would appreciate it.”
She felt him shake his head and let out another laugh. Rolling eyes, she knew that this battle would most likely be the hardest one to win. Without warning, his fingers snuck their way down to the top of her pants and made contact with her lower abdomen. She sucked in a breath as she felt him trace a gentle pattern to the bare skin there.
Trying hard not to enjoy it despite herself, Viserra squirmed slightly under his touch. She knew what he was doing and although it would not give any weight to her decisions, she did not want him thinking as such.
Aegon growled softly in her ear as his fingers moved lower still. He murmured something she did not understand before trailing a hot kiss down the curve of her neck. There seemed to be no time to waste as he found exactly what it was looking for, beginning to work her body in the way he knew she liked it best.
In an attempt to still hide how much she truly enjoyed the display, she bit down hard on her lower lip to hold back a moan. Though as soon as Aegon’s other hand met her breast, pinching at the erect nipple that stood out against the rest of her flesh, her resolve began to crack. The noise she had been trying to hold back finally escaped her mouth and she let out a shaky breath she did not know she was holding.
After a few moments, Aegon withdrew his affection as quickly as he had started it, leaving her a bit stunned. Before she could turn to him and voice her displeasure, she found that he had untied her pants and had begun to bring them down and off of her legs.
Once free of half her clothing, she felt his hands run down her thighs and she realized that he was now on the ground. Looking back over her shoulder, she reveled in the sight of him now kneeling behind her and looking up with dazed eyes and a hungry smirk.
“Have I told you how well you hide this arse under your skirts?” He teased, taking the curve of her rump into his hands and giving a squeeze. “When you wear your tight leathers I sometimes cannot think about anything else beside undressing and fucking you right where you are.”
Deep pink flushed over Viserra’s face at his confession. She had not given it much thought before, but she could now think back to a few times he had seemed distracted around her in her leathers. She couldn’t deny that his words made her heart race just a bit faster than usual.
“Lean on the window,” he asked of her, waiting patiently for her to comply with his request.
Feeling a bit self conscious knowing he was studying her from behind and not being able to observe his reactions, she slowly let herself lean down and placed her forearms on the cold stone.
Hot breath fanned over her backside as she felt him close in over her sensitive flesh. As his face pressed into her rump, his tongue almost immediately slipped in between her folds and began slowly working the entirety of her cunt.
The sensation was overwhelming and Viserra rested her head down onto her hands in an attempt to focus. Aegon’s hands continued to hold and caress her curves while taking the time to carefully bring her to her peak. Holding her tightly, he supported her from behind as her legs threatened to give out from underneath her. As soon as she regained her composure he kissed his way up the soft skin on her back, his hands coming up and under her top and removing it in one swift motion.
The cool air from the window caused Viserra’s skin to immediately become riddled with gooseflesh, something that did not go unnoticed by Aegon. As she leaned back against the open window, he let his fingers trace down the lines of her body, stopping to run his thumbs over her pert nipples.
“Do you know that I have not been able to fuck any whores since the first time I tasted your cunt?” Aegon did not meet her eyes once as he spoke his confession. He seemed fixated on taking in the little details of her body.
Tilting her head just slightly she let out a laugh. Viserra was not entirely sure what he had meant with the statement. “I highly doubt the whores started to run from you just because you enjoyed taking your pleasure elsewhere.”
Aegon jolted his eyes back up to meet hers, his expression now serious. “No, the options have been more than plenty. But I cannot bring myself to indulge in them without my cock going soft halfway through. It is like I cannot fuck without feeling this fire burn between myself another.”
The complete admission caught Viserra completely by surprise. His words made her feel both thrilled and surprised as she thought about how serious their situation was. She was not able to conjure up a reply, each thought did not seem like the correct thing to say.
“You have this way of making me crave you like no one else can.” His voice remained low, though now his words were filled with need. Bringing his head down to her chest, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently sucking on the chilled flesh.
Viserra couldn’t help but shiver at both his words and touch. The ache between her legs began once more and she laced her fingers through his hair in response. A moan left Aegon’s lips as her grip tightened and he released his mouth from her breast and desperately began discarding the rest of his clothing.
Once they both stood bare in front of each other, he lunged forward and took her lips hungrily in his. He was almost immediately breathless and eager to continue running his hands over her body. There was no resistance from her side, the sudden flaring of his desire was more than enough to keep her engaged.
Aegon pulled his lips from hers and looked at her with darkened eyes. “Turn around,” he instructed. “I want to fuck you while we both look out over the town we have taken with our dragons.”
Viserra felt a thrill run through her at his words and she did as he requested. Processing the whole scene in front of her, it was almost overwhelming: the pride, the arousal, the power.
Feeling a steady set of hands grip onto her hips, she braced herself for the next moment. As he slowly filled her from behind, a moan came in her throat that she did not let escape her mouth. Pleasure radiated through her body once more as she reveled in the feeling of his cock filling every bit of her core.
They moved together in perfect rhythm, their noises of enjoyment mixed with the distant sounds of the celebrations happening below. The evidence of the victory in front of them and the slight chance that they might be spotted in the window only fueled each of their desires.
Aegon’s thrusts started to come with more urgency, each one hitting the perfect spot within her. She could tell he was nearing his release and knew that hers would be close as well if he maintained his pace.
“Do not stop,” she said breathlessly, arching her back to deepen his angle.
Her words fueled him like oil thrown into a fire and he obeyed her without delay. He continued to slam his pelvis against the cushion of her rump until he felt the familiarity of her walls clenching around him. Almost immediately, he released himself after being sure he had finished her off. Their movements ceased as the last of his seed pulsated into her.
They both took a long moment to slow their breathing and bring themselves back down from the clouds. Aegon pressed a gentle kiss at the nape of her neck and withdrew himself from her. Standing as soon as his warm body felt like it was pulling away, she leaned back into him in hopes to keep the contact.
His warm arms wrapped around her once more and she was comforted by his quiet humming by her ear. “I will take the first watch in the skies,” he announced, finally breaking the silence in the room. “Rest for a few hours and I will return before you know it.”
Though she might have argued about his plan on another day, in that moment she made the decision not to be difficult. “If you see something out there, Aegon, promise me you will come back before making any kind of move on your own.”
He smiled, leaving a kiss to her cheek. “Of course.”
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I said in the last post that Lae'zel was looting the bodies, so I gave her the interaction with Edowin's body and, needless to say, she fuck-no'd the influence of the worm in his head with a WIS check, so all we got off of him was the absolute crap-ton of sausage that he is carrying for some reason.
Rakha probably would have accepted the worm since the narrator phrases it as a source of potential knowledge, but as of right now she doesn't really argue with Lae'zel when she makes a decision.
Onward to a much more pleasant interaction. HI SCRATCH!
"*Arf! Arf! Grrrrrarf!*"
Rakha does not know what a dog is and, unfortunately, she doesn't immediately care. Her attention is all for the corpse and the lake of blood surrounding it. The scent of it laces the air, shivers along her skin - a death not yet marred by time, fresh and clean. It resonates with those blurred memories she has seen before, the only hint she has of a past before the nautiloid.
Sidestep him to get to the corpse.
Immediately the beast's eyes go back and he darts sideways to get between her and the body. He growls, low in his throat, in a noise not unlike some that Rakha herself has made when the rage takes her.
She looks the creature over with a flicker of curiosity. Beast. Bloodstained. Dangerous - yes, if pushed. Guarding the body. Why? Something valuable?
She sets her jaw and growls back without hesitation. [INTIMIDATION] "Stand down!"
The dog flinches back, whines softly. Looking towards the corpse, it gives a low bark that sounds, somehow, immeasurably sad.
Rakha, already in the process of reaching past him towards the body, hesitates and squints at the beast more carefully.
Take a closer look at him.
Narrator: Around his neck is a collar, etched with a name - Scratch.
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"What do you think?" she asks uncertainly. Her desire to understand the situation has finally outweighed her interest in the corpse, and she squats down next to the beast and peers at it steadily.
"The man's pet, I'd wager," Wyll says with a frown. "Loyal fellow. Wonder how long he's been standing here."
"Pet," Rakha echoes slowly.
"A beast kept for companionship," Lae'zel says. "An inefficient use of resources at the best of times."
"Awh..." Gale says with a good-natured smirk. "No place for a cat or a dog in the great ranks of the githyanki? I think you underestimate the extremely positive impact they might have on morale. Why, my friend Tara has been known to bring a smile to my face on the darkest of days, though she of course is less of a pet and more of-- "
"Here," Wyll steps forward, cutting Gale off before he can quite get up to full voice. "He'll likely let you pet him, if you're gentle."
Rakha blinks. Wyll crouches next to her, reaches his hand out to the dog. Scratch gives a soft whimper, and then creeps closer and sniffs Wyll's fingertips. Then, cautiously, he rolls his head so Wyll can give him a gentle scratch under his chin. "There we are. That's a good pup," he says lightly, then looks at Rakha. "Give it a try."
Rakha tilts her head slowly, unconsciously mirroring the dog's position. "Why?" she asks.
The question throws him slightly, but only for a moment. "Well, because it feels nice," he says with a shrug. "Give it a try. And then you can paw around in the corpse if that will make you happy."
Rakha scowls uncertainly and looks at the dog, which is eyeing her skeptically.
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Pet him.
The beast is startlingly soft, and seems to relax at the touch. Wyll watches with a slight smile on his face as Rakha mimics him, scratching at the underside of the dog's jaw. And, oddly, she does feel the pulse at the back of her head seem to settle, at least for a moment, as if soothed into a fitful sleep.
The dog whines again softly, nudges his head into her arm. Rakha gives him another cautious pat on the top of the head, then draws back and looks at Wyll questioningly, as if to ask, now what?
Wyll chuckles and clicks his tongue gently at the dog. "Come on, Scratch," he says lightly. "Follow me."(*)
Narrator: He whines, but remains rooted by the corpse's side.
Wyll considers, then reaches out again, letting the dog again sniff at his hand, his clothes, his boots. After a moment's hesitation, Rakha mimics the gesture again, following his lead with the strange animal.
Hold out your hand so he can follow your scent to camp.
The dog has visibly calmed now. He sniffs her fingertips with intense concentration, looks her over with a sort of open, good-natured curiosity.
But he still does not let her touch the corpse, growls when she comes near, and watches her warily until the group has passed beyond the little grove where he keeps vigil.
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(*) Rakha's line in game, obviously, but this seemed more likely. XD
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I think the way Live route hetch has gone is very interesting, and Ranboo's comment on killing the founder too. Because Hetch here still cares about the founder but it doesn't help that shes a raging bitch with a murderous pet tv monster. I do think it's interesting the immediate shutdown from the adults on the notion of murder though. True, at this point they would likely get caught given the ask-the-actors show in-universe having shown a notable grudge I believe, the motive is clear as day, but I think that if they managed to turn the tv creature on her somehow I think it would work. Because it's shown to be volatile and it likely does involve the kid that died to the stage light and if it attacked Hetch who's to say that he didn't try to help her? They were friends. Her crazed experiments might have had nothing to do with the man but depending on what they do and how they frame the narrative they could get away with her death.
Now, I know they won't. But it is interesting to take a hypothetical stance on everything and try and figure out if they could, and how they could.
I do have to wonder how i come across to the cast though. If I could say anything without losing all credibility or trust. If knowing I do try to help would do anything. - 🎤
Everyone's refusal to commit murder in response to the situation is a knee-jerk one. As horrible as she is, I don't think any of the three adults can fully comprehend the idea of killing someone. Ranboo can jump to it right away because he's a teenager in a traumatizing situation who has already killed someone in his own mind.
Needless to say, depending on how things go they could change their minds very quickly.
I think you came across fine by the way. I don't think they hate you or anything.
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14, 17, and 18 for Zutara asks please!
Hello there, kind stranger!! Thanks for submitting!
(This was a lengthy response so I apologize in advance)
14. How do you feel about “The Southern Raiders”?
- So many intense feelings, that’s for sure haha. That episode is just one of my favorites from the show overall, and not just because of the obvious showcasing of how good Zuko and Katara work together as a pair (though it does play a major part), or them finally having that moment of reconciliation after what happened in the catacombs, but mainly because of the highlighting of Katara’s internal battle over coming to terms with deep seated grief caused by the traumatic loss of her mother. Obvi, that loss is a big part of her character, considering it’s consistently referenced throughout the show but in ‘The Southern Raiders,’ we finally get to see and hear from Katara first hand about that awful day. The episode gives her the room to rage - to feel her and express those dark, ugly feelings - and delve into just how she’s been baring the pain of being the reason why Kya is no longer with them (them - referring to Sokka/Hakoda/Herself). It’s messy and cathartic and just great writing all around on the very real topic of how consuming grief can be; of how you can end up hurting others, be it purposefully or inadvertently, while navigating through it. With that, there’s also the flip side of being able to eventually find peace with the help of someone who truly understands that pain you’re carrying. That with the right person, that load can be lightened until it doesn’t feel as heavy anymore.
17. How do you think Iroh and Hakoda would react to Zutara?
- Iroh is zutara’s #1 cheerleader aside from Toph and Suki, and that’s just facts. There would be fireworks, music, and endless rounds of tea and food in celebration over the news. That sweet old man would be overjoyed at his nephew/adopted son having found someone who pushes and makes him into a better person and vice versa. Not to mention the endless supply of dad jokes, like come on. DAD JOKES.
- I feel like Hakoda - as easy going as the guy is - would be a little skeptical about zutara at first. Not just from general fatherly concern, but because of the stories Sokka and Katara more than likely filled him in on regarding Zuko during the aftermath of the battle in the crystal catacombs. He eventually comes around though, especially with the added help of getting broken out of prison by his son and the aforementioned ‘Prince of all jerkbenders’ and then later hearing about how the kid put his own life on the line to save his daughter from certain death. Needless to say, Hakoda cashes in on his own set of dad jokes later on at their expense alongside Iroh because seeing Zuko and Katara’s slightly mortified but amused expressions are absolutely worth it.
18. How do you think the Gaang would react to Zutara?
- Toph: this girl would be absolutely unsurprised. She’s the first one to find out and tell them straight up that it “took you guys long enough to figure it out” cuz she’s a walking, talking lie detector and those heartbeats never lie. She clocked them from the get go and takes every opportunity to tease them over it because how is it that the literal blind girl could ‘see’ they clearly liked each other but these two dunces couldn’t. (Deep down they know it’s her way of saying she’s happy for them without sounding too sappy about it).
- Suki: would absolutely be the second one to figure it out and is immediately onboard with it because who doesn’t love a good enemies to friends to lovers storyline. (One of us, one of us) She obviously teams up with Toph in teasing the hell out of them whenever the opportunity arises and the two end up bonding over how equally dense their friends were to the blatantly obvious fact that they’re so into each other. It’s borderline comical, really.
- Side note: In my head, Suki, Toph, and Iroh are the official but unofficial zutara council who get together every so often and gossip about whatever new updates on their favorite couple they may have over tea and cakes. It’s a grand old time for all of them and they all would absolutely lose it when Zuko finally proposes to Katara.
- Sokka: Ah my over dramatic water tribe boy. His reaction is just a thing of beauty, really. He would basically go through the five stages of grief because first off, that’s his little sister and second, that’s his best friend and third, what do you mean they’re together now???!! (I picture it to be like a Ross from ‘Friends’ type of reaction, specifically when he finds out about Monica and Chandler) It’s only made worse when Suki and Toph just say ‘called it’ and continue on like this isn’t the most earth shattering news to ever be released. After he’s processed it though, he’s 100% on board and later joins in on the zutara council meetings with Suki/Toph/Iroh.
- Aang: Oooh, our little flighty boy. This one was a tough one to settle on, let me tell you, buuut I think I figured it out. In my head, I think that Aang would obviously hurt for a little while over the news because Katara is his special person. This girl literally saved his life more than once, has seen him grow up, has supported him through so much, and seeing that person you so deeply love end up with someone else isn’t easy. Never is. He would more than likely keep his distance while he works through his feelings. But then one day, he starts really paying attention to how they interact with each other and Aang feels something in his brain click. Zuko understands Katara, and I mean truly understands her. He thought he understood Katara, that’s why he knew in his heart that he loved her, but seeing the two of them together makes him realize that maybe he doesn’t. His perception of her - her wants and needs - are vastly different from his and that’s probably why nothing ever truly developed between them. Sure there was maybe a spark or two but never anything big enough for a full on flame to burn, ya know. And that realization is what eventually pushes him to be in full, genuine support of their relationship. Because how could he deny her that deep understanding that Zuko is more than capable of providing? (To end on a happy note, he later joins the weekly zutara council meetings and full out cries happy tears when Zuko finally proposes to Katara because oh my god two of his favorite people love each other so much and they’re making it official.) Now keep in mind, this is how I think his reaction would be once he’s had some time to grow and actually understand (and I mean understand) that Katara is her own person and doesn’t belong to him (she’s not an object that someone can simply say is theirs).
This was so long oh my goodness but what a fun set of questions!!! Really got my brain’s gears working overtime to think up of some eloquent-esque answers for each of them 😊💗
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Should we assume you have issues with the popular pet rabbit YouTube channel “Lennon the Bunny”? I’ve always been fond of rabbits but she’s what got me more interested in them in the first place (I do not have any rabbits, but I did unfortunately write an entire little care guide based mostly off of things like what she says and what the House Rabbit Society and similar sources say) and needless to say, I am concerned. It seems like from what you’re saying rabbits are much easier to care for than that (at least in terms of diet and sociality).
I do have issues with that channel, yes. That being said, I know better than to expect anything more from a pet rabbit channel.
In terms of sociality, even HRS themselves admit that it's extremely dangerous to try to bond two intact rabbits of the same sex because the chances are high that they'll constantly fight or even kill each other. When they talk about bonding rabbits, they talk about at least one or both rabbits being neutered. Rabbits naturally have Raging Hormones(tm) and that can make tensions high between them. In the wild they would mellow this out by having the does being pretty much constantly bred or nursing, but for obvious reasons that's not really good for somebody just trying to have some pet rabbits. So it's much better generally to just let the rabbits have their own space and be on their own. They can get the social interaction they want or need from the humans that care for them.
In terms of diet... let me try to explain it this way:
Imagine if the largest/wealthiest dog advocacy organization tried to say that dogs absolutely need to be fed a varied, raw food diet, and if you don't feed them that, then that's abuse and your dog's guts are going to spontaneously stop working. We know a raw diet for dogs can be great, but the problem is that it means the owner of the dog has to do a lot of research into the exact nutritional content of various things, the nutritional requirement of their specific dog, and all the math that goes into it - not to mention they have to have the money to be able to buy all those things or the time to grow/harvest those things. Most people just aren't able to do that, which is why high quality kibble and wet foods have been created.
HRS is basically exactly like that. They give a (very flawed, mind you - the amount of fruit they recommend is absurd and dangerous from the high sugar content) basic outline of what percent of various things should be in a rabbit's diet. A large portion is hay, the second largest portion is "leafy greens" (which they just all lump together in one category despite different greens having different nutritive contents) and then pellets and fruit are equal in their 'small' percentages. It would take a considerable amount of prior knowledge about the nutritional qualities of rabbit-safe ingredients, and a very good understanding of your rabbit's personal nutritional needs, in order to really make this diet work. Most people just don't have that capability.
Again, just as we know raw feeding can be great for dogs when done properly, feeding your rabbit a varied diet can be fantastic! You just really have to know what you're doing before you get into. If you don't, you're very likely to see GI issues like bloat or GI Stasis.
HRS and followers of them such as "Lennon the Bunny" will claim that complete feed pellets cause bloat or GI Stasis. This is interesting, because the only time I've heard of rabbits having these issues is if they were accidentally fed a bad batch of pellets (which isn't super duper common) - and even then, it's mostly bloat; I've heard of maybe two cases of GI Stasis from breeder rabbits total. Complete feed pellets are not much different than feeding your dog a high quality kibble - they take the guesswork out of feeding your animal, and guarantee your animal is getting exactly the right nutrition they need.
Instead, I've seen way more cases of bloat and GI stasis in pet rabbits, especially those being fed the HRS recommended diet. It's very likely the cause is that they are getting to much of one thing or another (whether that be sugar or something else) because their diet just isn't consistent and isn't actually well formulated.
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The reality of feeling - SkyxFem!Reader - Pt. 1
Pairing : Sky x Fem!MindFairy!Reader
Words : 1036
Warnings : Angst, Swearing, brief mention of possible drowning, OOC Stella (Very mean and b*tchy. Sorry to her fans)
Request from @fatewinxsagalover : Hiii! I have a request could you do a sky x Female!reader( mind fairy)Reader where sky fell in love with her then ask her out. After when he found out that she can control mind he’s questioning if his love for her is real or she manipulated him. She also left Alfea cuz she was scared of what gonna happen to her and when the burn one attack the school she came back to help Can you make lot of angst and fluff at the end :) thank you
A.N : I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been overwhelmed by my new work and what’s been happening around in France. I change this a lot through my writing sessions, but I think I’ve settle onto something satisfying. I would like to remind you of one little thing : if you are in a relationship with someone, communication is very important. Sometimes it’s hard for several reasons (not wanting to hurt, scared of being judged...) to deal with some subjects, but keeping stuff under the carpet is only gonna make things worse. Talk around to your friends or family first if you need, but never let a situation get ouf of hand. And if it does, learn from that mistake. YOU are just as important as your partner.
Most times, it feels like adults forget how strongly young people feel. How confusing it can get for them. The turmoil can be so intense that it leads to regrets, unspoken fears or feelings. The world is harsh, but youth is harsher.
It wasn’t meant to go down this way. She should’ve had control. He loved her. As forever as young love allows. It should’ve been fun, stupid love quarrels between friends, boys and food; and then graduation. He never should’ve known. But anger got the best of her, like it always did at some point.
Sky knew (Y/N) was a mind fairy, the specificity of it still unknown however. The subject seemed touchy for the girl, always shying away from it.
“It’s just… It’s hard to control. But when I’m with you, I’m okay. I know everything will be fine.”
As the smart young man he was, he figured pushing her to talk couldn’t do any good. As long as it wasn’t dangerous, nothing was to be feared. Fairies’ powers were hell during teenagehood. Strong violent emotions take over many minds, leading to regretful accidents. Needless to say, having Sky as a boyfriend could be a bit of a challenge. Not that he was hard to be around; heavens no, he was the sweetest. He tried his best. However, the girls around always trying to flirt…
(Y/N) only doubted herself when it came to powers. They appealed to her darkest ideas in her wildest fits of rage. With perseverance, she could become a wonderful fairy, never giving in dangerous ways. Her biggest fear lied in her conceivable failure to do so. But never her middle class background ashamed her. No need for money or fame, just hard work. She couldn’t care less about her social status. Sky was her safe haven, her pillar in the hardships of training. No, what pissed her off about the flirty girls was their constant need to bring her down. Especially Stella of Solaria.
Ew, cheap clothes. What is that on your face ? You’re not going to that party ? Ever did that ? No ? What a shame. How could you have though…
She could have taken it all. The princess seemed rather superficial, so why bother. What broke the dam was this one off-hand comment. Sky and her took some time off to walk around campus. Giggling, kissing and hugging, the birds sang high in the trees. They passed through the Specialist training field. The boy started a conversation with some of his friends, (Y/N) smiling, unsure of what else to do. To add to the tension, Stella was here, clanging onto a boy’s arm like a parasite. As you were about to bid your goodbyes, audacity flamed Stella’s mind up. If you looked deeper into her eyes, you could easily see the jealousy. Sky was rumored to be of royal blood, so why would he be with you ?
“I really don’t see what Sky loves about you. Unless you made him love you, you know with...”
The boy stopped dead in his tracks, ready to get back at her. (Y/N) tugged his sweater.
“Please, let’s just go.”
Sky sighed, death glaring at the blonde girl. He turned his back, while Stella laughed.
“I knew it. Who would want to date a fairy that can control minds, honestly. Much less a rumored prince. Looking for a fairytale, honey ?”
(Y/N) winced, angry. Her boyfriend had once again stopped walking, this time looking at her. A million questions raced in his mind, waiting for his lover to answer. She never did, fighting hard to not make a mistake. A long silence later, he let go of her hand. Her eyes shot up to his.
“Ah. And she never told you. Bad move. Controlled his mind by accident and got stuck with him ? You can’t tame your beasty instincts. You really think he’s helping you ? Aren’t you helping your…”
Last drop.
“You bitch. You shut the fuck up !”
(Y/N)’s eyes glowed purple as she took control of Stella. The girl was scared out of her mind. It had gone too far.
“Have you ever thought of closing it ? What a princess you do, insulting your subjects to drown your pitiful jealousy. Jump in the pond !”
Stella had gone too far. But was this petty revenge worth it ? Sky pondered the question many weeks until the end of the year. (Y/N) had been suspended right after the pond incident. None of them had the chance to talk. On top of that, (Y/N) wasn’t answering any of his texts. As the days rolled in, other doubts fogged his mind, leading him to sleepless nights. Did she really love him ? Why would she mind control him anyway ? On the last day of school, Silva came to him to check on the boy. His father figure sighed, embarrassed.
“Listen. Farah is negotiating for her to come back with Queen Luna.”
The boy snapped his head.
“But. (Y/N) will be taken care of this summer. She asked for it herself. No more contact with anyone from the school. Full disconnect from everything.”
Sky rubbed his face, looking down.
“Do you think she… You know.”
Silva thought for a second. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he leaned down to try and catch Sky’s eyes.
“I can’t answer that Sky. From my perspective, It looked real, took time to build. You guys are still teenagers. Take your time. Give her some. (Y/N) will gladly let you know if she did or not.
-If she ever comes back.”
The Specialist Headmaster tightened his grip on the shoulder.
“Farah thinks she will next year. First thing in september.”
Sky had not let his heart fully break after the incident. He knew (Y/N) had fits of rage. And he thought maybe if she didn’t talk to him about her powers, it was due to a fear of looking like a monster to him. But she wasn’t right ? Nothing made sense. As the last light of Alfea’s corridor turned off for the night, he cried himself to sleep.
He missed her. Or was he still under her spell ?
-> Part 2...
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What’s your perspective on the fight at Driftmark?
Short answer: I don’t blame Aemond (or. I blame him a little because disrespect, but the kid lost an eye so he gets sympathy points), I especially don’t blame Rhaena or Baela, they did nothing wrong 🥰. I kinda blame Luke and Jace because they were the ones with the knife, but mostly their parents because why was no one watching these kids???? Should there not have been a guard outside their rooms or something????
Very long and repetitive answer: I understand that as soon as Laena died Vhagar was a free dragon, and “technically” Rhaena had no claim over her. That doesn’t change the fact that she was an eight year old girl who has just lost her mother (who had ordered that dragon to kill her and that definitely factors in), so I understand why she felt entitled to try to claim her and why she hadn’t attempted it yet.
So yeah needless to say, claiming Vhagar during the night of the funeral was very disrespectful on Aemond’s part. Does it make sense why he did it? Absolutely. He was like 10 (?12?) being bullied by his big brother and his nephews and he wanted to prove himself by claiming the oldest and biggest dragon in the world because It Be Like That, and yeah he was technically right in like that Rhaena “should have” tried to claim Vhagar. But like I said. Eight year old girl at her mom’s funeral. And also Rhaena understands what it feels like to feel inadequate over lacking a dragon so really Aemond what’s your play?
Also we have no idea that Vhagar would have even accepted Rhaena if she did try to claim her, but honestly I think she would have. No real reason there other than vibes so feel free to disagree.
Ultimately, Baela, Rhaena, Luke and Jace should have gone to guards or their parents if they thought something was going on with Vhagar but then again they were kids so I don’t blame for not doing so, and I think we all have taken something into our own hands when we kids that we should have went to adults for (I do however blame their parents for not having anyone watching them and instead banging on the beach at his wife’s funeral). But like. They weren’t being watched and they took things into their own hands, like kids do, and they reacted very emotionally and got into a fight (and no, 4v1 is not fair, but also they are all like 12 and under. I know y’all have seen playground fights like that in your youth. If they were older I’d be like oh yeah fuck all four of them), like kids do.
And honestly if Aemond didn’t lose an eye I probably would just be like “haha little shit got what he deserves,” because like. Not to sound like Bobby B here cuz fuck that guy but. Kids fight. It’s a thing they do because like emotional regulation is undeveloped and all over the place. It’s over. (Thinking about it because that scene was an obvious parallel to the one in GoT, making that comparison with Cersei and Alicent is both genius and fills me with rage)
But to get back on track, Aemond did lose an eye, and y’know permanent mutilation and a scuffle between cousins (and uncle/nephews) are two very different things.
Jace never should have brought the knife and honestly for once I can’t really see the kid logic there. I guess I can compare it to like being a kid and thinking you hear a burglar and instead of waking up your parents you grab a bat (okay now I’m seeing the kid logic, Jace you’re free to go. Still why did he even have a dagger in the first place kid’s like 9???)
And then there’s Luke, who I’m giving some leniency because he’s the youngest, but again even a 7 year old knows better then to cut a boy’s eye out.
Like yeah from his perspective Aemond was about to brain his brother with a rock so yeah I kinda get it. But us as viewers are not 7 year olds in the middle of a fight, and we could see that Aemond was not moving, and really Luke should have been able to see that too but also, need I say it again? A kid in the middle of a fight. I honestly kinda thought it looked like Aemond was gonna put it down but no one else seems to think that so I’m just gonna assume I’m wrong
Ultimately what I think the problem was no one was punished. Back to sounding like Bobby B because obviously none of the kids should have tortured (or sharply questioned) or lost an eye as compensation (really girlie, charging with his knife is iconic but very stupid). But to bring it back to the playground thing, if that was fight in an elementary school all of those kids would have been getting in trouble.
Instead Viserys threatened his wife and children over the truth. So. Yeah. Fuck all the adults in that situation.
(Also I do understand and sympathize with both Alicent and Rhaenyra in that scene. Alicent’s son has been made permanently disabled and no one is on her side not even the child’s father, it makes sense that she kinda snapped, and yes even though it is the truth, calling her children bastards puts their lives and their inheritance in danger, of course they’re both going to try and protect their children it’s what mothers do. Understandable and sympathetic, and even justifiable doesn’t mean they were exactly in the right however.)
Westeros needs some sort of man price, at the very least Luke should have been made to apologize (and then apologize again when he’s older and actually means it instead of laughing at the pig) and in a world where we got more episodes and they emphasized that this is a family we’re watching tear itself apart I would have liked to seen Aemond at least try to put water under the bridge with Rhaena and only Rhaena (and maybe Baela but she wasn’t really involved) when they’re older.
(Like maybe if we got to see Aegon and Helaena’s wedding, and Rhaenyra’s family was invited. That could’ve been cool.)
All that said (and sorry for saying so much), the way everything played out makes sense and I wouldn’t change it except like I said with like older Aemond and Rhaena attempting to make amends before shit hits the fan.
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