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daughterofyore · 1 year

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George and the Pond.

King George x f!reader

[[Queen Charlotte (Netflix)]]

category; heavy smut, fluff, angst (lil bit)

wc; 2,249

music inspired;- apocalypse

a/n:: George has a manic episode by the pond, you manage to calm him and he’s so thankful for you he fucks you to show it :)

TW!: NSFW, George porphyria episode (Venus), heavy smut, breeding kink, Good ol fast sex

Venus begged George to find her. She pleaded with him to search, to save her. She was his one true love. She needed him! He ran through the palace grounds, in the distance behind him there was a cacophony of shouts, someone begging for him to turn around. It was Venus’ ex lovers, surely. They didn’t understand the love they shared, the adoration of their coupling. Her beautiful, pale skin and blemished face. Glowing like a fading star against the ebony blanket of the night sky. An infinite amount of white blazing stars surrounding her like a halo in all her glory. Oh, how he longed to be by her side. How he dared to get closer to her. He needed to feel her glow upon his skin, so without a moments hesitation he ripped his clothes from his skin. Silk pyjamas made of the finest lapis lazuli blue discarded into the mud of the pond. He raised his arms to her, crying for her to join him on this mortal plane. For the goddess of love to bless him with her prowess. He could feel her compassionate deposition seep into his very pores, touching his bare, sculpted body. Casting shadows along the dips and ridges of his muscles.

“George!” You cried out to him, watching as he bared his body to the entire garden. Reynolds raced ahead of you, reaching before you could. You were still adorned in your glittering evening gown. Made of a deep fiery scarlet, as if it was made of the last embers of a great fire. Silver lining cascaded down its centre and bodice, elaborate lace adorning the contrasting peachy cream underskirt. It flew around you as you gathered the skirt into your arms, heels clicking off the cobbles and then sinking into the finely kept lawns. You stumbled and struggled to reach your husband, you could see his eyes glistening as he stared at the planet Venus. He cried of his love to her, his devotion. How is it I don’t receive that love? You scoffed, a moment of clarity as you were still unsure as to why he acted this way. You had suspected it for some time now, his comings and goings from Kew. The secrecy surrounding him and the protectiveness of not only Reynolds but his mother too.

Your voice was like an arrow through the fog, piercing the hazy clouds in his peripherals. Venus seemed to fade into the background as he spun to look at you. You weren’t Venus, you were you. Shining brighter than she ever could. As he watched you approach, the sparkles glittering from your dress enraptured him. He felt himself falling in your direction, before a voice called him to turn around. Venus, competitive as always. She challenged you for his attention. He laughed incredulously, how lucky was he to be fought over by the Goddess of Love and her rival? Reynolds stood at his side, begging helplessly for him to return to the castle. He gathered his clothes in his hand, looking at him with a pleading gaze. Continuously he requested for the King to go inside, tried to reason with him. You knew you had never seen this before but maybe, just maybe he would recognise you.

You reached his side, letting go of your dress. It fell on his feet and pressed into his calves. He turned to you, eyes wide, hyperventilating. “You won-“ He whispered looking at you, as if it was the first time he truly saw you. He turned towards the sky, laughing. “You lost Venus! Imagine that!” He returned to face you but upon seeing your worried expression, his celebrations halted. “How come you are not happy? You have won, have you not?”

“George, it’s time we go inside now.”

“What, why? The night is beautiful we-“

“George, Venus has lost this game but I would prefer to celebrate with you indoors.” He stood very still for a moment, dark brows scrunching together as he tried to concentrate and discern exactly what you were implying. His brain felt jumbled, mixed and confused. Like he wasn’t allowed to understand, as if there was a black alabaster wall separating from the here and there.

“I wish to stay here. Let’s celebrate here.” You paused and gazed at him, studying him carefully. You spun to Reynolds.

“Cover the windows and leave his clothes here. Ensure nobody enters these grounds or can see us.” Reynolds pressed his lips into a thin line before muttering a ‘Yes, your majesty.’ He left, grabbing Brimsley by the elbow and guiding him indoors. You turned back to George, your husband. Your king. You rested a gentle hand on his chest, and he stilled. He sucked in a devastating shaky breath before raising his arms to hold your shoulders.

“You, you saw- oh, wife I- oh I am so sorry.” His eyes began to water, a new clarity crossing them. His face slackened, now an evident frown replacing his once maniacal smile. You hushed him, gently guiding him to your chest as you snaked comforting arms around him. You held him in your embrace, rubbing soothing circles on his back as he let silent sobs escape him. He sniffled, clutching onto the fabric of your dress as he eventually sunk to his knees. “My dear I am so sorry, I am sorry I have avoided you. That I have tried to hide I-“ He couldn’t get his words out but you put a comforting hand on his head. Intertwining your fingers with his brown locks, you gently massaged his scalp.

“Do not apologise George. I understand you. I am here for you. Come, let us lie and look at the stars together.” You smiled at him, holding his hand and laying on the lawn. He tentatively lay beside you, he finally noticed his nakedness and his hands rushed to cover himself. You once again shushed him, grabbing the many layers of your skirts and draping them across his waist. “No need to worry about what I have seen before darling.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled, sucking in a breath after as he looked to the sky.

“I could be married to a pompous wench right now, who wouldn’t give a damn about me. Who would run in the opposite direction if she saw what I did tonight..” he turned his head, gazing at you. You met his eyes and smiled. “Yet you stay, you lie with me. Why?”

“I believe I see myself in you. Trapped, misunderstood.” You took a shivering breath. “Sometimes all we need is a little kindness and a show of stability. I wish to be that for you.” His eyes began to glaze, he sucked in his bottom lip as it began to quiver.

He turned on his side, a new light coming to his eyes. Slowly he raised a leg to bend at an angle across your thighs. Bracing himself on an elbow he gazed at you. His face inches from you. “I do not know what I have done to deserve a woman such as you.” Slowly he lowered his lips to yours, kissing you softly. You reciprocated it, lips merely mingling before he slipped his tongue across them, asking for entry. You obliged, parting your lips as his tongue slipped by. He licked the bottom of your teeth, before dancing around your tongue with his. He sucked on your lip, biting it gently and sucking the sting away. You gasped, a hand travelling up his side. You could feel his muscles shiver at your touch, he manoeuvred over you, straddling your hips. His cock pressed against your stomach, hardening. His hands travelled up your sides before reaching your breasts. They were secured behind the corset of your evening gown, yet he managed to push a hand down its front and grope one. He massaged it in his hand, loving the mass and softness of it. His kiss deepened, he peppered them along your jaw and to your collarbone. Reaching your cleavage he looked at you mischievously, recalling his hand and replacing its absence with long, sensuous licks across the top of your breasts. His tongue travelled over them, then between. He licked up from your cleavage to your throat, to your lips. Kissing you again before he backed down, grabbing your skirts.

“And I you, my queen.”

You were breathing heavy, barely able to control the growing heat intensifying between your legs. A steady throb as it begged for attention. Your core tightening in angst of what was to come. This was what your wedding night should’ve been, but you didn’t care. This, this was better. Laying on the cool grass beneath a bright moon and stars that reflected off of a still pond. This was bliss. George hiked your skirts up, laying them across your midriff. He bowed down again, grabbing your pantyhose and pulling them down to expose bare thighs. He looked at you over the mound of skirts, smirking. “Are you alright my love, may I continue?” You nod, breath escaping you. You peered up at the stars between the foliage of the cherry blossom tree. George dipped his head between your thighs, gently pushing them apart. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin, licking the sting away again once more.

Agonisingly slow he made his way to your centre, licking over the underwear covering you. He raised a hand, rubbing a finger between your folds and feeling the wetness seep the fabric. He grinned, pushing a finger into you and watching you arch your back. He kept the underwear on, watching you squirm as he teased you. Ever so slowly he retracted the finger, dragging it up and pressing it to your clit. Your juices soaked the fabric now, it clung to your very shape. You jolted at the contact, the pressure on your clit making you pull away. He grabbed your left leg, putting it over his shoulder and gripping your thigh to hold you in place. He spread you with a knee, continuously exploring you over the whimsy barrier of your panties. You moaned, trying to move but he held you firmly in place. “Are you ready wife? Ready for me to take you?” You nod feverishly, his ministrations have built a fiery ache in your core. Begging for his attention. Your cunt wept as it pleaded for him to enter it, to give it attention. George smirked, gently taking your hands and pulling you up. He stepped behind you and made short work of the lace up your back. He quickly pulled the dress off, then the undergarments until finally you were bare before him. He smiled, standing back and admiring you. “My beautiful wife, in all her glory.” His eyes were ravenous, without a moments hesitation he was back between your legs. He kneeled, grabbing your hips he hoisted you into an awkward position, your legs dangled above his shoulders while you lay only on your shoulders and head. He held you in his grip, his lips placing tender kisses across your cunt. He licked, slow as of tasting your every essence. His tongue slipped into you, to which he began to lick inside you. He left it begging for more and turned his attention to your clit again. It throbbed for him, and he knew it did. He wrapped an arm around your leg, balancing your ass against his chest as he spread you with two fingers. He began to taste you, sucking on your clit. He nipped it, sucking it better straight after. You squirmed in his grasp but he still held you firmly, refusing to let you move. He lapped at your pussy like a thirsty dog, drinking you up. He turned his attention back to your clit, sucking intensely on it. You moaned, cried out his name. He seemed to only grow more excited and you could feel his length pressing into the small of your back. He sucked, and sucked, and sucked until finally the growing tension ruptured. You screamed his name, yet he continued to suck and lick you through the orgasm. You were trembling at the end, and he lay you down, kissing your stomach. He looked up at you as you threaded fingers through his hair. “I’m going to put a baby in you, my queen.” He smirked and you swore it nearly undid you again. He sat back on his knees, his cock long and hard as it stood. He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him. He grabbed his dick, rubbing it’s tip along your slit. He pressed a firm hand down on your stomach as he slowly pushed his way in without any warning. You stretched, moaning around him. His sheer size pushing you close to ecstasy.

Once he was in he let loose a shivering sigh, looking back to you. “Are you alright my love?” You nodded, placing a hand on his as it pressed into your stomach. He could feel the faint mass of his cock in you, it turned him on even more. Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in again. Keeping a slow and steady rhythm till you had adjusted. Once he could feel you relax, he began to pound into you. Growing in intensity. Gasps of air escapes him each time he fucks you. You were a moaning mess, barely able to breathe. Your breasts bounced up and down at the ferocity he pounded into you. His balls clapped off your ass, sounding through the garden. You felt like you were in heaven. He looked up at you and grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it. He pinched your nipple, pulling it slightly as he fucked you. You were in ecstasy. Every inch of your being burning, yearning for his touch. He grabbed your hips, spinning you around to be on all fours as he stayed inside you. He gripped your hips and continued his merciless fucking. “George! Oh fuck George-“ You screamed for him, moaning his name.

“I’m going to cum inside you pretty queen-“ He moaned your name, deep and guttural. “And watch you grow with our child, our heir.” You cried out for him again, and it was all he needed to slam himself into without mercy, he reached a hand around you, rubbing your clit with no remorse. It was so intense you couldn’t think straight.

“George I- George I’m going to cum!”

“Do it, do it for me my queen. Do it together.” He moaned above you, continuing his ministrations. The pair of you cried out, heads thrown back in ecstasy. You orgasmed, and he spilled his seed into you. It’s warmth spreading through your core. He stayed in you for a moment, breathing deeply. You were gasping for air below him. Eventually he slid out, pulling you down to lay beside him. He held you close, running a lazy hand up and down your side.

“My beautiful Queen, fucked by the garden pond.”

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hxney-lemcn · 4 months

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First Date — Young Justice! Riddler x gn! reader

summery: Eddie takes you out on a wonderful date! Arcade? Movie? Dinner? Who could ask for more?

tw: none

a/n: Based on this headcanon/fic by @finniestoncrane ! Go check it out if you haven't already!! Or their entire catalogue of riddler fics because they write him really well and they have an abundance of them. Also! Clematis means intelligence, red camellia's means passionate love, and baby's breath innocence/innocent love.

wc: 2.5k

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It would have been nerve wracking if I hadn’t been waiting for this day for who knows how long. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before I heard a knock on the front door. Nodding to myself in the mirror, knowing if I spent any more time nitpicking at my appearance we’d never get anywhere. Taking in a deep breath, I opened the door to reveal my date for the day.

There stood Edward Nygma in all his glory. A sheepish grin rested on his face as he handed me a bouquet of flowers. It was a mix of clematis, red camellia’s, and baby’s breath. An odd combination, yet they also worked well together, and knowing Eddie, they held a deeper meaning that I’d have to look up later.

“Thank you Eddie!” I smiled, inhaling the sweet scent before ushering him in. I didn’t exactly have any vases, but an old bottle I found would have to do the trick. When I came back into the living room, I placed the flowers on the coffee table, watching Eddie take in the place. “Where are we heading to first?” I asked, coming to stand beside him, making him jump.

“O-oh! Right,” He nodded, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “I-it’s a…surprise?” Normally I’d tease, push a little to see if I could get the answer…but I know Eddie would bend right away and where’s the fun without a little surprise?

It wasn’t too long of a walk, and I was a bit surprised at the destination. Unsurprisingly, the arcade wasn’t too busy at 10:30 am. My smile couldn’t get any bigger when Eddie beat the high score of the pacman game, a triumphant grin revealing his cute little tooth gap.

“Oo! Let’s play this one!” I exclaimed, tugging Eddie over to a motorcycle race game.

“Okay,” He replied, just happy to see that you were enjoying yourself. With him. That he was making you beam that sweet smile.

The race was afoot. Choosing the bike we wanted, I couldn’t stop the giddy smile from spreading across my face. I never felt so young again. The worries of daily life disappeared, and I could only focus on how sweet Eddie was.

“Oh my God, Eddie!” I exclaimed, trying to stop the laughter that threatened to bubble out as he laid sprawled out across the floor. The game beeped as I hopped off, crouching over Eddie as he sat up, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“I’m okay,” He laughed nervously, voice a little higher pitched than normal. “S-sorry, I always screw up…”

“Oh hush,” I batted his arm lightly. “Now c’mon, I think those kids wanna play next.”

He let out a squeak, face blushing bright red as we passed the two giggling children. It was fun to watch Eddie while he managed to get the jackpot every time, gaining an obscured amount of tickets. And when I tried my luck, he was only supportive when I never won it big.

“Let’s get something to eat,” I offered, pointing over to the ordering station.

“My treat!” He sputtered. “What do you want?”

“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling a bit guilty at how much he’s been paying already.

“Th-this day is about you,” He exclaimed. “Anything you want, it's yours.” I felt my heart sputter. He was such a romantic, I wonder if he even realizes how attractive that makes him.

“It’s about us,” I corrected, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. His entire face blazed a bright red as he stuttered incomprehensibly. It was warming to know that I had such an effect on him, yet at the same time it was hard to show him affection if I didn’t want him to go brain dead at the simplest shows of affection. After he calmed down (barely), I told him what I wanted. He returned quickly, handing me what I asked for. Yet instead of us both getting a drink, he placed a slushie between us, two straws placed in it for good measure. I honestly didn’t think he had it in him, but I’ll give him kudos for the gesture.

Once we finished our snack, he pulled me by the hand over to a stacker game. The prize being 1,000 tickets. He let me try first, cheering me on as I got higher and higher on the game. I felt adrenaline pulse through me as I neared the win line, and the platform got smaller.

“Gah!” I groaned as I missed by a sliver. “I was so close!”

“You did really well!” Eddie cheered. “It only shows how your hand to eye coordination is better than the common man.”

Even though it read that I earned 500 tickets, I couldn’t be too angry at how Eddie always managed to praise me in his unusual ways. I stood to the side, taking a rewarding sip from our slushie as Eddie managed to absolutely crush the game.

“That was awesome!” I cheered.

“W-well, I’ve practiced,” He replied sheepishly, watching as 1,000 tickets were placed onto his card balance. “But I think that was our last credit.”

“Damn,” I huffed. “I don’t want the date to end yet.”

“Heh heh,” Eddie laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck as he couldn’t make eye contact, face flushed a light pink. “W-well I had a bit more planned…”

“Oh!” I said in surprise. The dates I’ve always been on were one thing. Just dinner, just a movie, so the fact that Eddie planned out the day made my smile lighten considerably.

“B-but if you don’t want to continue that’s fine,” He stumbled, hands waving.

I rolled my eyes, squeezing his hand, “I just said I didn’t want the date to end silly.”

“Right,” He nodded. “Let’s see how many tickets we got.”

Nodding, we walked over to a machine that told us how many tickets we managed to get. I pouted when I saw I only got 2,000 tickets. Only for my jaw to go slack at the outrageous amount of tickets Eddie got. He got 20,000! That’s crazy!

“Holy sh-crap Eddie!” I corrected myself when I saw a little kid run past. Looking around, there wasn’t much I could get with my tickets. Whatever, I had fun nonetheless.

“What do you want?” Eddie asked, also looking around at the prizes he could choose. Sure, he couldn’t get the guitar that they had for some reason, but he still had a large variety.

“You get something you want,” I pushed. “You won them with your hard work.”

“W-well I wanna get something you want then,” He pouted. And who could say no to that face. My face warmed as I looked at the more promising prizes to choose from. After he got me an actually cute plushie (and not those cheap small ones), I let him choose something with the limited amount of tickets I got.

“So what’s next?” I asked as we began walking once more.

“Well I overheard you talking about that one movie you wanted to see…” He trailed off.

“Seriously?” I asked, eyes wide with excitement.

Oh he was serious. He even got the best seats in the back and everything. As the lights in the theater dimmed, I scooted over a bit closer to Eddie. Not too close, as I didn’t want to get him all flustered, even if I find it adorable. I watched in anticipation as the movie started to play, only to hear Eddie yawn. I glanced at him for a second, only for my eyes to return to the screen. Yet when I felt his arm around my shoulder, I had to try my best not to jump. I blinked, face blank, trying my hardest not to snicker. He actually pulled the classic yawn and arm around the shoulder move huh? I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything else from the dork.

I relaxed into his embrace, resting my head on his shoulder and rested my hand on his stomach. But even though he was the one to pull the first move I could feel him tense under my touch, which made me worry if I took it too far somehow.

“Is this okay?” I whispered, not wanting to bother others.

“Y-yes,” He stuttered, and even in the dim lighting I could see the red that painted his face. I could only smile warmly, snuggling a bit further to get more comfortable. It was hard to focus on the movie when I was snuggled into a cutie. As the movie progressed, he got more comfortable, awkwardly holding my back. When the movie ended I couldn’t help but be in awe. It was so good! And I got to share it with someone I cared about! What more could I ask for?

“I can’t believe they actually finished it like that!” I exclaimed as I held Eddie’s arm. “That was awesome! Thank you for taking me to see it!”

Eddie chuckled, seeming to have gained more confidence over the experience, “I was surprised too! It was actually a good movie.” “Are you saying I have bad movie tastes?” I asked teasingly.

“N-no! Of c-course not!” He stuttered, waving his free hand in the air. “Th-they just didn’t have the best marketing!”

I laughed gently, nudging his side playfully, “I’m just teasing.” I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were going, just enjoying my time with Eddie while also trying to silently struggle with the plushie I got. I’m glad I got it, but it was kind of an inconvenience while walking. I nearly stumbled when we stopped outside of a restaurant. Eddie opened the door for me, and I walked in. This was by far the best date I’ve ever been on. Fun at the arcade, restful at the movie, and now a dinner to top it all off?

As we were seated, Eddie practically rushed to push my chair in for me. And people say chivalry is dead. Well I suppose calling a villain chivalrous is quite ironic, but I digress. We made some small talk while looking over the options. It wasn’t too many, but not too little either. I managed to find something I liked, and I was glad that we were getting something to eat because I was starting to get quite hungry.

“Do you know what you want?” Eddie asked. “I’ll order it for you.”

I was about to protest, but the sweet look in his eyes had my arguments die in my throat. So instead, I told him what I wanted, and he seemed to concentrate hard to remember it perfectly. He was just too cute. I wonder how no one has scooped him up yet. I’m one lucky person for him to be interested in me.

As the waiter came by to take our orders, Eddie managed to get them out without one stutter. I smiled at him proudly. The food came around quickly, thankfully.

“Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?” I asked mindlessly, before taking a bite out of my food.

Eddie hummed as he swallowed his bite, “Just finishing up my one plan. Hopefully I can execute it properly.” He slightly deflated at the thought.

Reaching over, I rested my hand over his, causing his gaze to linger on mine, “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully. After all, you are the smartest man I’ve ever met.”

His cheeks dusted a light pink, either from the touch, or the praise, I wasn’t sure. Probably a mix from both. He pushed his glasses up, seeming to push down his self deprecation and nodded. I knew he wasn’t pushing it because he didn’t want to ruin the date, but I wanted to make sure he knew I wasn’t just lying to him.

“I wouldn’t go on a date with just anyone you know,” I smiled, gently rubbing my thumb over his knuckles before letting go to continue eating.

That seemed to have gotten to him a bit better as he seemed lost for words. He praised me all the time, so I knew that he couldn’t refute anything when it came to me. It was a nice thought, that he saw me so highly, I just wish he could see himself the way I saw him.

Dinner went smoothly after that. And as we exited the restaurant, I realized we’ll have to walk all the way back to my place. Not that I didn’t want to spend more time with Eddie, it’s just that my body was starting to get sore with all the walking we’ve done today. Not to mention I had to carry the plushie at an awkward angle, making my arm sore.

“Do you think we could catch a cab?” I asked Eddie sheepishly, messing with the ear of my plushie.

“Ye-yeah!” Eddie nodded. The ride to my place was quick, and it was nice to rest my head on Eddie’s shoulder. He was less tense about it than earlier which was nice. When the familiar building appeared, I couldn’t help but feel myself relax. I had a wonderful day with Eddie, but a bath sounds plenty nice at the moment.

Like the gentlemen Eddie is, he walked me to my door, the cab driving off.

“I had a great night tonight,” I said with a smile towards Eddie. He wore his own, eyes gleaming under the streetlight. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Thank you,” He replied. “For allowing me the chance.”

“You always had a chance,” I teased. And then it was silent, except for the cars in the background. I watched as Eddie’s gaze dropped to my lips for a split second before looking away. I knew he wouldn’t make the first move, and if I learned anything from tonight, he was more open to affection than I thought.

So, in a fit of bravery, I leaned in, placing my lips on his. He was frozen for a second, before gently kissing me back. I raised a hand to hold his cheek gently, taking in how soft he felt. His lips were warm, his skin was smooth, and even his hair on his sideburns was surprisingly soft to the touch. I was about to pull away, but was surprised when Eddie placed a hand on my neck, keeping me close to him. I gave him a few more seconds before pulling away, the burn in my lungs delicious. But the sounds he let out were even better. He was more intoxicating than he will ever realize because the urge to kiss him was strong, but I’ll save that for the second date.

“Good night Eddie,” I spoke, breaking him out of the little trance he seemed to be in.

“G-good night!” Eddie replied as I gave him a kiss on the cheek for good measure. I waved at him as I entered my place. Licking my lips, I tasted the slight salt from his skin. He had been sweating after our kiss. I could only shake my head at the thought, only wondering what Eddie would surprise me with next time.

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Hiya may I request

Reader is the one to find JJ bleeding out instead of Spencer. (In season 14. Pretty sure it was.) And waits by JJs bed for her to wake up.

Bedside Confessions

one shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.6+

Warnings: Blood, resuscitation, Will LaMontagne

A/n: Thanks for the request and I'm so sorry it took me so long, I was just dreading watching these scenes cause poor JJ. But tadahhh here it is in all its sad glory 💔

After hearing shots fired you sprinted into the parking lot to the sight that forever altered your life. It had taken mere moments to register what you were seeing, and it wasn’t until you were next to JJ did the reality of what was happening dawn on you, the severity of it. There she lay in a pool of crimson, choking up blood as she struggled to breathe, her life force slowly leaving her body.

“JJ! Stay with me, come on.” You pleaded trying to simultaneously put pressure on her wound and call an ambulance. “JJ look at me, keep your eyes on me. I've got you okay?”

Another set of coughs echoed through the empty car park. Her gaze focussed on you, the spark was slowly draining from her ocean eyes, and her eyelids were beginning to close whilst you screamed the address down the phone and explained what was happening.

“Don’t you dare give up on me Jennifer! Help is coming, I need you to stay with me.”

Tears stung your eyes watching the woman you loved fade away right before your very eyes. Her breathing slowed until it almost came to a halt. Sirens blazed in the background, but your main focus was on JJ and the limp hand you were holding, squeezing lightly in hopes it would keep her conscious.

Tears were free flowing and streaming down your face, the image before you engraving itself deep into your psyche. Hands came to move you out of the way, your brain was fighting and refusing to let go of the blonde’s hand, but logic finally won over knowing you had to let the medics get to work if she was to have a fighting chance.

Everything happened so quickly after that, you rode in the back of the ambulance with them as they worked to stop the bleeding, meanwhile you never stopped letting JJ hear your voice, hoping it would keep her anchored and soothe her.

By the time you’d reached the hospital everyone sprang into action whilst you tried to keep up, they wheeled JJ in and were all running around spouting information from one person to the other. “Gunshot wound to the upper torso, bullet entered under left arm no exit wound, pulse is steady, breathing is shallow.”

They brought the bed to a halt and hooked her up to machine after machine. “Stats are dropping,” Then the monitor stopped. “she’s crashing.”

Eyes widened and the world stopped, you looked at JJ’s lifeless body whilst yours mimicked hers, freezing up, paling, heart stopping in your chest. Doctors clambered around her, and paddles were charged, electrical currents worked to shock her heart back into a steady rhythm.

“Clear.”

Everything was moving so fast there was barely time to be relieved before JJ was wheeled away to an operating room and a doctor was in your face asking question after question.

“What?” You asked, eyes trying to follow JJ.

“I said are you her partner? I saw a ring.”

“No, he’s not here.”

“Well, you’d better tell him to get here.” She said walking away, not quite realising the weight of her statement and the paralysing fright she’d inflicted on you. Fighting against every bone in your body you pulled out your phone and called Will.

Your knee bounced up and down, you’d given up on trying to calm yourself after the first hour of waiting. When Will had come it was near impossible to reel in your feelings, so you had just conceded and let your mind spiral and body act out.

“Agent Jareau’s out of surgery.” The exhausted doctor stood above you, half scaring you and half snapping back into reality. Her eyes searched around the room, “Is her husband here?”

“Yes, he stepped out to call their kids. How is she?”

“She’s lost a lot of blood but she’s stable.”

“Will she be okay? Can I go see her?” You asked scrambling to your feet.

“Physically she’ll recover but until she regains consciousness, we won’t be able to tell whether she’s sustained any neurological damage. And yes.”

“Will she be able to hear me if I talk to her?”

“It’s unlikely Agent y/l/n.” sorrow laced every word, and it was as though the doctor had read you like an open book, saw the pain in your eyes, the gush of anguish held within your broken heart. “I’ll take you to her room and talk to her husband to give you some time.” She said with a small sorrowful smile.

Being stood over her motionless body tugged at your heartstrings, the monitor beeped, mocking you, JJ may have been alive, but she wasn’t there with you. The only consciousness in that room was yours and it was both suffocating and empty. None of the warmth she naturally radiated was there, her face neutral, still so beautiful, but dull and stoic. Seeing her like this was enough to break you, your shoulders slumped and shook as you finally allowed yourself to emote for the first time in hours.

“I’m so sorry JJ, it should have been me. I can’t stop seeing you laying there, it me broke. I know things have been different between us ever since that night, but I need you to know-” you wanted to finish, you wanted to tell her everything, how that one single night months prior had made you feel the most alive you’d felt in years. You wanted her to know that all you could think about for the last few months was how soft her lips had been on yours, how perfect her naked clad body melded together with yours, how her ethereal moans echoed in your mind every time your head touched your pillow at night, how badly you wanted it all again. You wanted her to know you’d heard the three she muttered when she thought you were asleep.

“I need you to know that you have changed my life in so many ways. I know I pushed you away, I couldn’t handle knowing you loved me, so I ran. But I can’t lose you and I know I already have; I know I can never have you, but I can’t lose you JJ. I would rather feel all this pain of seeing you happy with Will and settle for just getting to see you smile again than have you gone. Please don’t leave me here without you.”

Your face was now tearstained and puffy, and your mouth was moving faster than your brain could keep up with, words were free flowing like never before and there was no time in between to think. Even though she couldn’t hear you, she needed to know. You had to get it out, “I love you; I think I’ve always loved you JJ.” You finally breathed out as you sank next to her on the bed, head falling into your hands as quiet sobs left your lips.

“Y/n.”

Her eyes fluttered open and held within them you saw the pain and sorrow. She’d heard. She’d heard it all. Her hand reached for yours and squeezed, she frantically began searching your eyes then looking over your face, finally her gaze settled on your lips. JJ tried to sit up, but you gently placed a hand over her chest, stopping her from making any unnecessary movements.

You kept your hand placed where it was when she settled back down, feeling her chest rise and fall, you could feel her heart pounding against her chest. It was strong against the palm of your hand, it was beating, that’s all that mattered. Memories replayed in your mind of bare flesh against your hand, feeling her fierce heartbeat in the clutches of passion, the images of that night played over and over as you stared down into artic blue eyes.

Her eyes found yours again, studying the emotions held within them, yours did the same before trailing a path to her lips. You brought a hand to her face and felt the soft warm skin, almost immediately JJ’s eyes flickered shut and a timid smile graced her lips. The room was suddenly transformed, minutes before it was cold and eerie and now it was only JJ’s homely presence that filled it, trapping you with in this very moment and encapsulating you in a blanket of mellow, balmy, temperate adoration.

Finally gathering the courage, you leant down, bringing your lips to JJ’s. They were just as you remembered, soft and welcoming. Your lips moved slowly against each other for mere seconds before hurried footsteps came from outside and you pulled yourself away. Will emerged from outside the door, practically running to JJ’s side. You quickly made yourself scarce, backing off the bed and trying not to watch as the couple embraced each other.

“I’m going to give you guys some space.” You whispered, turning towards the door.

What did you think would happen? That this would be your happy ending. You had said it, admitted the truth, you would never have her. She was with Will. Knowing the truth and accepting it were two different things, you knew that one night you had with JJ and the fleeting kiss you had just shared were all you would have but that didn’t stop you from wanting more.

As your feet carried you to the door you tried to focus on the one thing that mattered, she was alive.

With your back turned away you failed to notice that blue eyes never tore themselves from you, watching as you exited the room that was now filled with confessions of what you believed to be unrequited love.

“I love you.” JJ breathed out, and though her arms were around Will, her tear filled eyes remained on you.

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For the Bingo - Hangster/Epistolary, please <3

Hope you like it!

.⋆｡°✩ In a box, there lives two letters that the writers never want read. ✩°｡⋆.

There's a box tucked away high in a master bedroom closet. A thick layer of dust coats it. The contents are mostly forgotten, half-remembered maybes that the owners lose the tail end of considering while they lay in bed, wondering where on earth a certain thing has gone. Patchs, ribbons, the odd plaque, and records so heavily redacted they might as well be black pieces of paper. None of it compares to the envelopes that live inside, stamped and sealed, heavy both in lettering and intention.

They're dated the same, the cardstock indistinguishable, but within the slowly yellowing sleeves, they belong not to the writers but to the carefully pinned names that scrawl across the exteriors.

The one labeled Jake in scratchy, large script reads:

Jake,

If you're reading this, I didn't make it back. But I guess that's the whole point, huh? I mean, you'd know that. You're writing one of these too. It's stupid, right? Because you might not make it back either, and... and if you don't, a letter isn't going to make much of a difference, right? I can only hope that if I don't, you do.

I hope it's not because I took a missile with your name on it, not that I wouldn't, but because if I did, I don't think you'd like it very much, especially not if it killed me. But still, If you're reading this, I... well, I just guess I hope you're reading this.

Okay, no more of the depressing shit.

I love you. I love you, Jake. More than anything, you need to know that, and you need to carry that because it doesn't go away if I do. I love that you're shit at making the bed but can't cook a meal without at least three courses. You need to keep cooking for the both of us, even if it's just you. But don't worry about the bed. I only make it in the morning because I hear my mom's voice in the back of my head scolding me. I love the way you sing in the shower but won't when we're in the car like I don't know you're practicing your American Idol audition daily. I've had 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' stuck in my fucking head for a week, so thanks for that. Keep the radio on, and keep singing.

God, I want to fill this paper with all the things I love about you, Jake, all the things you need to keep doing because it'll keep my love inside you, but that's too many. I'd have to cut down my own fucking tree just to try. So I'll end it with this. I love the way you fly. You're your best when you're arrogant and smug and so fucking fast that none of it matters because you earn it. You're a sixteen-ton bullet, and you hit me dead the first time I saw you in the cockpit, and it's been that way ever since. So, more than anything, don't you put yourself on the ground. It's not where you belong, even if it's where they put me when I burn in.

I'm with you up there. Every goddamn second, on your wing or in your heart.

Yours,

Beneath it, in much neater font, carefully spaced and done in thick black marker, the second envelope lays, titled Rooster. If someone were to look inside, they'd find the contents similar but different.

Bradley,

I bet you're reading this because I saved your ass. Good. If I'm going down, it's in a blaze of glory. It's because I was taking care of you like I promised I would. You'll be pissed about it, I'm sure, but don't be, because I'm just keeping with tradition at this point, flying circles around you and saving you when your tail's on fire. I'm happy to do it. And if I didn't. I'll bet you shot down the fucker who got me, just on principle. And that's good, too. I've always loved you best when you're all bloody knuckles and burning hot. Like it even more when it's for me and not at me.

It's probably why I never got over you because the first time I saw you, it was knocked on my ass, blood on my teeth, and your chest all puffed out, defending me like I was some fucking damsel in distress. Show'd you though, didn't I? God, we were forces to be reckoned with, huh? Surprised the Navy didn't kick us to the fucking curb. Surprised we didn't kill each other.

The sex was good, though. You were good. You always have been, even when you're more exposed nerve ending than person. But maybe, just maybe, I love you best when you're happy.

So promise me you won't rip yourself open just to keep being angry. I'll know if you do, and me and Mav'll haunt your ass until you get your shit together. You've got people you need to be happy for, even if you can't do it for yourself. Besides, I didn't spend years making you a better pilot just for you to get your wings cut doing stupid shit.

Prove that dumb kid with a shitty mustache who fucked like he fought wrong. You're more than a legacy. You're more person than pilot. You're my person. So don't piss it away because I'm not keeping you in check.

I love you. Don't put the time we spent earning it to shame.

Still too good to be true and always good enough to be yours,

Jake

Sometime later, because they call it spring cleaning, but spring is relative when it's hot and sunny year-round, the box will leave its hidden corner, the dust blown off in a cloud of cough-inducing particles, and the owners of the letters, the writers of them, will sort through its contents and trace the names that don't belong to them but to each other. They'll share a secret smile that's just a little sad, a little wistful at the almost that could have been, and make a choice to keep them because they might not have looked at the letters for a long time, long before their temples were streaked with silver, but they've never lost the words inside.

Together, they'll tuck the envelopes back into their home and return the box to its rightful place until it's time to look again and remember.

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

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Love Hurts 2

Hawks X Reader

Scenario: You have a crush on Hawks but he loves another or so it seems. One day you learned that you have the Hanakai disease. Will you be saved?

Warning: Blood and gore

Note:

Here is Part 1.

H/n=Hero name

For the past few weeks your Hanakai disease had gotten worse. You started from coughing less than ten times a day to coughing more than 30 times a day. Surprisingly it hasn’t hindered your work to much but you had to take more breaks inbetween. You did your best to avoid Hawks catching you coughing for the most part. What he did notice was that you were spending less and less time working. The commission wasn’t happy about it either, especially when they found out about your disease. They kept pressuring you to do the surgery and you insisted that you won’t. There’s a lot of things you’re willing to do for them but this is something they can’t force you. You had to give them a threat of leaving and exposing the whole commission to convince them not to tell Hawks. You hid who you in love it for the most part. No one really knew aside from the doctor and some higher ups in the commission.

Unlucky for you today you were patrolling with Mirko. It’s not so much that you hate her, it’s more about how jealous you were of her. Patrols went well up until a villain showed up. An in expected coughing fit was a missed. Thankfully you were able to get the villain under control before you started coughing. You excused yourself for a few minutes but Mirko was more perceptive than what her personality may make you believe. She followed you to a secluded alleyway where you started coughing up more blood and blood. You hadn’t noticed her until you felt a hand on your back rubbing back and forth. It took a few minutes to stop but once it did you said “I’m fine now thank you.”

“Who is it?” She asked plainly.

“What are you talking about,” feigning ingnoreance.

“It’s Hanakai right? Seen it a once or twice before.”

“Why do you care?” You said with a harsher tone than you mean.

“Because you’re a good hero. I have a tone of respect for you H/N. I wouldn’t want see you die like this. I always thought if anything you probably die in a blaze of glory or something heroic you know? Not that I wish that would happen.”

You just shook your head “it doesn’t matter. They’re not going to reciprocate it anyways. Please don’t tell Hawks. He’ll only worry and I hate for him to be off his game because of me.”

“Girl, how would you know that if you don’t try?” Mirko said encouragingly.

“Cuz they like someone else. All they talk about is yo- her.”

You finished your patrols and went straight home. For the next few weeks you started coughing small buds along with all the blood. It was kind of disgusting but at the same time reminded you just how much you cherished Hawks, so much so that you’re willing to die for your feelings. You stared going to work less and les. When you do, you patrol with Mirko, the very woman that stole your crushes heart. She was the only one who knew, and she kept quiet out of respect for you. Mirko had a small inkling of who it might be, knowing form what you told her it match up a bit to well to when she met Hawks and how it was around the same time that you said you started to have symptoms of it.

For the most part you avoid Hawks once it started to get even worse. Sure you texted him but always refused to meet him in person. You efforts of trying to make Hawks not worry had made him even more worried about you. You were his best friend after all.

Hawks tried to reached you multiple times but every time you ignored him. It was getting worse by the minute and last thing you want was letting Hawks see you in such a pathetic state. It’s a strange feeling looking at those yellow flowers bathed in your blood. They remind you of Hawks, he’s golden eyes shining with an everlasting hope and the crimson wings that made him look like an angel in your eyes.

Meanwhile as you stayed home coughing up. Blood and yellow flowers. Hawks was at a bar with Mirko chatting away about you.

“I just don’t get it. Did I make her mad?” Hawks ranted as he took another sip of alcohol.

“Don’ know. But maybe you should ask her man.” Mirko said back watching her bird friend drinking away his problems.

“I mean I been a lot more busy lately maybe she not happy that I haven’t been spending much time with her. I just wanna hang out like we use to.”

“Hawks be honest with me. Do you like H/N?”

“What kind of question is that?! Of course, I do! She my b-bestest friend in the entire world. She nice, she a great hugger, she puts up with all my bird tendencies. She even Cook me chicken and other food so I stay healthy. She’s the best!”

“Do you like like her,”

Hawks fell silent for a second only to change the subject “ Mirko your a woman, do know why H/n is avoid me.”

“Ask her in person then. Find her and ask her.” Mirko simply stated.

A few nights later you started to cough up more petals , sometimes even full flowers and blood. It’s was so bad that you couldn’t go to work anymore.

One night, you didn’t stop coughing you ended up calling Fatgum out of desperation and because you didn’t want to be alone. You knew Hawks was hanging out with Mirko that night as he invited you to come along to have some fun. You declined Hawks offered due to your health and because you didn’t want to be the third wheel. Fat Gum was the one few outside of the commissions and doctors who knew. Fat Gum found out how sick you were after a mission you two were on. He was a good at acquaintance of yours. He came faster than you thought. Seeing out badly it had gotten he rushed you to the hospital. The hospital called Hawks informing him that you were in critical condition.

“What?! Is H/N going to be okay? What happened?!”

He damn nearly dropped his phone but he was about to rush hospital only to be stopped by Mirko.

“What the F*CK MIRKO. I NEED TO G-“

“I know! H/N told me not to say anything but it’s Hanakai disease. Try to convince her to take the surgery or confess her love to a person and hope they like them back!” Mirko said before letting go.

“THANKS!” He yelled and rushed to the hospital to find you.

Hawks rushed to the hospital front and got your room number and dashed to your room.

“Y/n!” He said as he rushed to your side and held your hand.

You open your eyes to see him.

“You’re here….”Your voice was raspy, you were as pale as a ghost from all the blood you lost. You hated the fact that he had to see you like that.

“Mirko told me about what’s happening to you. Why did—“ he stopped himself from questioning you, he had to endure your survival first “Please take the surgery, feather. It’s not worth dying for someone who doesn’t even know how much they’re missing out.”

Here’s your choices:

A. Confess your love.

B. Take the surgery.

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homiesexual-or-homosexual · 2 years

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The Boys Reacting Towards Your Quirk

Paring(s): Izuku Midoryia x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Ejiro Kirishima x reader

Genre: this is more of a "meeting you for the first time", not really fluff but yeah

Warnings: little bit of violence, little bit of swearing, and bit of a lovestruck Kirishima

Next Part

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Your Quirk: Hyena and Fire

With your mother having a hyena quirk and your dad having a fire quirk, you happened to be one of the very few to inherit both of your parents quirks.

With the characteristics of a hyena, including ears, teeth, claws, and tail, and the ability to emit fire from your body (like shouto), you make for a very interesting student at UA.

Though, these quirks don’t come without side effects, as in; cut lips from teeth, having to constantly cut/file down your nails, overheating, burns from emitting certain temperatures of fire, lose of your voice if breathing fire, and sometimes immobility from overworking yourself.

In fact, your hyena quirk also comes with an ability to eat, and that means big meals and many many snacks. But that also means energy to burn and it’s easier to workout.

But guess what?? These boys wouldn’t love you any less.

——

Izuku Midoriya

You instantly catch his eyes at the UA entetance exam. With your unique laugh and your ability to slip out of opponents hands, he instantly starts making mental notes for his notebooks.

He’s shocked once he sees your fire as you blaze past him. His green eyes widen at the warm glory as you burn the ground behind you.

After the exam, he finds you holding ice to your face. Water dripping down your arms and your tomato colored face.

“You-You were really good out there!” Midoriya stammers.

You look up at his, eyes flitting over his form before nodding.

“Thank you. You were pretty good too, despite your broken arms,” You look between his bandaged arms.

He was like 1/8th of a mummy, though you wouldn’t tell him that. It’s rude.

“Midoriya,” The green haired boy introduces, “I hope you get into UA!! I-I’d love to see you around more!!”

“Me too, Midoriya. I hope to see you around,” Your flick your ears as a loud voice sounds over the speaker.

A few days after the entrance exam, you’re put into the hero provision course and training starts with Sensei Aizawa.

The girls of glass 1-A take a liking to you quick, with your strong, unladylike (as Mineta says) quirks.

The more you show your quirk and the more you train, the more Midoriya keeps writing his notebook. He’s drawn a little figure of you, arrows pointing to where your hyena quirk shows. He has detailed explanations all over your page.

Midoriya notices, after some weeks, training is noticeably hard for you.

The strong rays of the autumn sun wear you out fast. You overheat quickly. Training on shaky legs, blurry vision, and messy flame practice, Aizawa will let you take breaks in between training sessions.

After noticing this, Midoryia looks out for you. Going up to your guy’s intimidating teacher to tell him you need a break, and fetching you water and ice before going back to work.

Speaking of ice, at the end of the day, class 1-A often finds you laying outside in the shady, grassy part of the training area in a large pile of ice, which is quickly melting due to your heat.

Midoriya usually rushes over and makes sure you’re okay. After that, he sits beside you and talks about your guy’s day as the ice melts away.

After awhile of you and Midoriya’s ever growing friendship and being introduced to Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Asui, you both start to start to take turns walking each other home, talking about both of your days.

Then the dorms come into place, and all of the 1-A class is living together. Which means getting closer to Midoriya, which you would like very much.

That means talking in the common area until curfew and walking each other to each other’s dorms.

The girls, now surrounded by your’s and Midoriya’s clear affection for each other and they tease you both constantly. Making you flustered, which makes your ears go down (making you look even more adorable with your pouty look). And making Midoryia flustered and stammering quite loudly, making you giggle to yourself a little bit.

After a few months of dorm living, you notice Midoriya getting nervous around you, more than he was before, and some weird feelings in your body.

You also notice Midoriya asking you to call him Izuku, and him beginning to become more affectionate and touchy with you.

Like for example, guiding you with his hand after a hard practice, holding onto your clothes or hand when he’s nervous, or even just straight up cuddling you on movie nights.

He even makes meals and snacks for you!!

Which you are extremely grateful for, with your never ending hunger.

Then after a few more months of slightly avoiding whatever feeling is in your body whenever you see Izuku around, Izuku asks to talk, outside preferably so no sneaky ears hear what he’s about to say.

“So I um.... I-I like you a lot!” He starts, “Like a lot! Kinda like... I-I have feelings for you and I kinda wanna be more than friends.. I’m not gonna force you into anything you don’t want to do! I just really wanted to get this off of my chest. It’s okay if you say no and-“

“Izuku,” You stop him.

He looks a little flustered at you saying his first name.

“I uh... I feel the same way. I think??” Your little tail wags behind you. “I always feel kinda weird when I’m around you, but like a good weird, y’know??”

He nods.

“So umm... I guess we feel the same way so-”

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks, cutting you off.

You nod, and before you can say anything Izuku bring you into a lung crushing hug.

He even picks up in said hug!! Which is surprising cause he’s not that much taller than you, maybe by an inch or so.

—— ——

Shoto Todoroki

You don’t really catch his eye at first, as Todoroki is only at UA for “business only.” The only reason he knows of your existence because of your friendship with practically every girl in class 1-A, especially Uraraka, who he knows from Midoriya who is slowly forcing him into his little friendgroup (but Todoroki’s not complaining).

When you finally do catch his eye, you're a blazing glory of fire who is.... sprawled out on his ice looking like a very happy hyena girl who grins up at Uraraka who almost slips on his ice from laughing too hard.

Todoroki huffs a bit, going to the boy’s locker room to change.

A few weeks later, some pro-heros visiting UA decided to put class 1-A in a heat test, where the USJ is pumped with hot air. This is a test to see who does well in heat and who can adapt to the conditions.

Along with these conditions, opponents are added to the mix.

You do great at first, but the fighting, sweating, and heat added from your quirk are causing some disadvantages. Which you could have not used in the moment.

You’re on top of a rocky ledge in the arena. Your weak legs shaking as you attempt to see through your blurry, spotty vision. You panic as you feel the edge of the cliff, almost slipping.

“Y/N!!” You hear one of the girls below shout.

You turn.

One of the fake villains takes to your disadvantage, knocking you off your feet, and the cliff.

You catch yourself, digging your claws into the rock. But you already feel your weak arms giving out.

You blink and suddenly you’re falling. You hit something cold and hear an alarm, or bell maybe, ring out. But that’s all before you fall into your spotty vision.

You wake up later on, sun filtering in through the leaves over you. You squint, growling a little.

“L/N’s temperature’s gone down,” A gruff voices speaks from beside you.

Then, you notice the ice cold hand on your forehead.

You almost cry at the feeling. It feels so nice compared to the heat you felt only moments before.

You look to your left, opening your eyes just a little bit more. You see half white, half red hair and a scarred face looking down at you. His eyebrows furrowed as you both make eye contact.

“She’s awake,” Todoroki says looking away.

You slowly sit up, your arms still shaky and you almost slip on the ice underneath you.

You settle against the tree, scrunching your eyes closed as a wave of dizziness overcomes you.

“What happened?” You ask, looking at Sensei Aizawa and Uraraka in front of you.

Uraraka shifts on her feet and fittles with her fingers. She looks between you and Todoroki before looking at Aizawa as he begins to speak.

“You overheated and passed out. Todoroki practically saved your life. You’re lucky where you fell, L/N,” Sensei Aizawa speaks, looking between you and Todoroki at the end of his explanation.

“You’re lucky it was Todoroki who caught you,” Recovery Girl speaks, coming into view. “Any more heat and your body would’ve gone into a shock. I’ve told the school and Aizawa to give you frequent breaks at your recommendation to prevent from this ever happening again.”

You nod.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you’re found with mysterious pre-made ice packs if Sensei Aizawa were taking your class to train out in the hot, autumn afternoon.

Todoroki often came to help you if you got too hot, and sometimes you even found him waiting for you outside of school. Him leaning against the entrance to the school, nonchalantly scrolling through his phone. But his eyes would always look up if he heard your loud laugh.

Along with this, a friendship blossoms between you too. Slowly, like a flower taking it’s time to unravel to it’s full glory.

Everyone else in class seems to notice this new friendship. Watching you two spend more and more time together over the weeks.

Like now. You and Todoroki sitting together outside of class 1-A’s dorms. It had been a hot day today, and as well manageable as the heat could be for other students, it was exhausting for you. So you sat with your forehead resting on the top of your hand, a cold water bottle in your other hand, and an ice cold wash rag resting on the back of your neck. To note, you also sat on Todoroki’s colder side.

“You know,” He started. “I’ve been the one leaving the ice packs. You know, the ones on your desk that are there on the days we go out.”

“I figured,” You nodded, lifting your head up to look up at your companion.

“How??” He questioned.

“Todoroki,” You started. “You’re the only one, out of our entire class, that vouches for my accommodations or makes sure I don’t get too hot while training. And if you’re done before me, you’re always waiting with a water. And you spread some ice on the ground for me to lay on.”

You listed off, all while looking Todoroki in his face. Your ears has perked up, showing your seriousness.

“I just got to make sure you’re okay, and healthy,” Todoroki said. “I care about you. You’re a good friend to me.”

That’s the first time Todoroki’s every straight up said he cared about you. It surprised you.

It was a few moments of silence before he spoke up again.

“You still hot?”

“A little yeah,” You answered.

The next action of his you could tell was awkward, but you can tell he put some thought into it.

Todoroki wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer so you could rest your head on his shoulder. It felt nice to be up against his cold side like this. I guess being close with Todoroki had its quirks, literally!

—— ——

Katsuki Bakugo

There’s only been two times you really caught Bakugo’s eyes.

One time was during a false villain attack at the USJ, but the teacher’s hadn’t said anything beforehand. And another is at Christmas, when Bakugo was cooking.

During the villain attack, it had been an ambush. 1-A had been practicing in the USJ. Guards hadn’t been up too high, so it was a shock when false (unbeknownst to all of you) villains took over the building, your teacher and his companions nowhere to be found.

A couple students panicked, but there was only a few of you who jumped right into action. But you were part of the panicking few, finding yourself in a moment of weakness. You were in the false lake with Asui and Uraraka, and a few of the boys. And it’s the high pitched screaming of Aoyama that triggers the fight in your fight-or-flight instincts.

You order Asui to let Uraraka tether to her via tongue, and for Uraraka to carry you up some distance then throw you in the direction of the main land. The ladies do as told, and you’re a burning up astroid to Ayoama’s direction. Once you land, on top of the villain at your convenience, you’re burning up the sides of his face and hitting a pressure point that knocks them out quick.

You order Ayoama to safety as quick as possible, and are off to other jumble of villains, throwing yourself into the heat of battle.

Now this is where Bakugo sees you for the first time, and the beginning of his respect for you.

He’s trapped under a pile of villains, his hands growing sore at his constant blasting, to no avail. And with you in the heat of the battle, he feels your heat as you pick of Bakugo’s villains one by one. And you pick of his last by a pull by the hair and a nice knee to the back of their head, and down they go.

“C’mon, Firecracker,” Those were your first official words spoken towards him since the first day of school together as you hold your hand out towards the blond, who lay in the dirt.

Sweat dots your forehead, and you’re breathing heavily. But it looks like you’re ready to go right back into battle.

Bakugo grumbles as he takes your hand. His eyebrows scrunching and he refuses to look you in the eye.

You send him a wink before you’re off again. And all Bakugo can do is stand there until someone bumps into him, and he’s off in the opposite direction.

And at the end, when all the false villains are taken down. Sensei Aizawa and his companions come in, standing at the top of the stairs into the USJ.

“Well done,” Aizawa praises.

Recovery Girl and a couple helpers come in to collect the false villains as Aizawa and his companions give your group critiques before sending you to the main campus locker rooms to freshen up before your next class.

And it’s Kirishima and Sero that tease Bakugo on the way back about his lord and savior during the heat of the battle. And they’re not exactly quiet about it either. But you pay no mind, walking back with your girls.

And when Christmas comes around, Bakugo’s cooking and serving the meals. Though he’s having to cook as he serves, as people keep coming back for more. And among those people, you, one very hungry hyena.

By now, you’ve served up your second fixing of Bakugo’s Oyakodon, which was delicious by the way. And you’re definitely letting everyone know in the dorm living room that this dish was delicious.

“This is so good, what the hell?!” You raved, your little hyena tail wagging.

Most, if not all, at the dinner table agreed.

“Who knew Firecracker could cook this good?” You poke fun, nudging Kirishima with your elbow.

With the dining table not too far from the kitchen, Bakugo hears all this praise. And to be honest, it only fills his already huge ego. And you only fill it more by coming back for your third bowl of the Oyakodon.

You sit alone at the dining table, eyes shining like a little kid in a candy store and you're tail wagging a million miles an hour with every bite you take.

He never knew a girl could eat so much, and keep coming back for more. And Bakugo finds himself watching you, even while the class helps him clean up at the end of the night.

—— ——

Ejiro Kirishima

Honestly, you probably caught his eye right off the bat like Midoriya. He thinks your quirks are so cool. He thinks it's so cool that you can match Bakugo's fire and also probbaly beat Kirishima in a fight. He'd probably have major respect for you if you did, well more than he has already.

Kinda like now.

Class 1-A was doing a mixture of sparing and wrestling for the morning today. Sensei Aizawa had put you all in unusual pairs, which landing you and Kirishima as partners.

You'd started the day off with sparing, took and break, and now you're in the middle of wrestling.

Kirishima was overpowering you at the moment, and he looked pretty proud of himself. Up until you took advantage by tripping his vulnurable leg and flipped you both around. You're on top now, legs on either side of him and you hold him down by his wrists above his head, smoking billowing from your nose.

A bell rang, singnaling the end of your class.

You got up, huffing out a sigh and smiling down at your companion. And he looked at you with a dumb, lovestruck expression. He's absolutely wrapped your sharp claws now.

"C'mon," You held out a hand to the red head. "Let's go get some food."

That's right! It was lunch time now. Some cold water would be nice right now.

He took your hand and you hoisted Kirishima up, almost lifting him off his feet.

Kirishima followed you as you took off towards the dorms to get changed. He barely heard Bakugo call him over as he watched you. To say the red head had a crush on you was a bit of an understatement.

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Lizzie Saltzman Quote Rp Meme

I’ve got a lot of secs...I mean time.”

“I’m trying to rise above it so let me freaking rise.”

“Did she who must not be named just fat shame me?”

“Are we poor?”

“That is why I have decided to permantly release my inner bitch.”

“If you hurry, you can catch up with blair bitch and tongue chum her again.”

“Distracted during a monoluge, classic villain mistake.”

“For the record, this selfless act of heroicism fully cancels out my previous dodgy behavior.”

“I just have this feeling that everything is going to work out just fine.”

“Only a threat to those dumb enough not to fall in line.”

“Great luck sending jimminy cricket after me.”

“”Aparently not long enough to think of something clever to say.”

“Fifty shades me.”

“This sentient jar of artisinal maynoaise.”

“Don’t worry. I will just ask him about star wars and he will talk the whole time.”

“This is a nergasm, not a plan.”

“If I am destined to die in my prime, at least let it be in a blaze of heroes glory.”

“I know that I am great, but everyone else- terrible.”

“I spent a lot of time bettering myself over the summer and I am gonna need you all to rise to my level.”

“This is terrible news. It’s freaking fall not winter. What am I gonna wear?”

“I’ve always wanted to be apart of a power couple.”

“I’m mad at the world and you just happen to be in it.”

“Thanks a lot. Way to ruin life for the rest of us.”

“One word. one word and I could burn her perky little boobs to ash.”

“We aren’t in the prison yard, ass hat.”

“Would you like to be the robin to my batwoman?”

“You’re fine. Just a little- Slutty.”

“We are gonna suck?”

“Anything to keep me from picturing my sister’s tragic visit to the shire.”

“Sometimes, she was just tired or having a bad day or whatever.”

“I just want to soak in this gold moment when we thought that your plan would work.”

“You are pagent pretty, reasonable well spoken and the added benefit of being an orphan.”

“It’s effective, but her methods- quaint.”

“Screw this world.”

“Well, in that case, screw personal growth.”

“I’m sorry. We can’t all be born with resting pouty face.”

“We get it you came back. Now, disapear again.”

I fancy sex with you. The jury’s out on all the rest.”

“For the love of frodo, go rescue your hobbit. We will muddle through.”

“I’m a taste maker. An influencer. people don’t know what they want til I tell them they want it.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that on a poster at the dentist’s.”

“New plan. The gloves are off. Let’s burn these bitches to the ground. We’re going to give these townies a taste of what we’re really made of.”

“No one has been better off without you.”

“And we don’t exist for just one boy.”

“This is an honor. It’s so nice to know that you all love me as much as I love myself.”

“Epic former frenemy reunion is going to have to wait.”

“A mission for a hero and her league of- whatever.”

“In order to conquer, we had to divide.”

“i thought you would have wanted to spend the day canoodling with your hipster boyfriend.”

Ew. Wait, that leaves me with High-and-Mighty Granger. Like Hermione Granger, but just more stuck-up?”

“You only get one chance to make a good first impression, and you don’t want to be the girl that wears a uniform to a school that doesn’t have uniforms.”

“That wreath can’t go there. That is where the doves are being released which is after the video, remember?”

“Oh god, he has got you speaking nerd.”

“I’m getting back to me. I am who I am.”

“If you would be happy to be my date to my birthday on Friday.”

“Do I look pretty when I play quarterback?”

“You are not friends. Your just a montage.”

“I’m not worried about losing the election. I’m worried about what I’m going to wear to my victory rally. The outfit makes the speech.”

“No, I am not a virgin.”

“Oh god, that was my inside voice.”

“For once, your weird relationship with my dad is paying off.”

“You cannot leave me alone with just her for company.”

“I was making an entrance mop head.”

“If she still wants to kill me, the safest place I can be is right next to you.”

“No, I am right on time to kick your ass.”

“On a scale from horrific to apocalyptic, a 12.”

“That is such a move.”

“I am nosey, in like a charming way.”

“Do I look like a nerd?”

“nothing that you and I will be proud of.”

“It’s hero time.”

“Nu-uh, we are all good.”

“Are you seriously telling me that I am going to die because I become a better person?”

“on the bright side, we are all happy that you are single.”

“I don’t do trash.”

“I should have said this earlier but black isn’t your color.”

“No wonder you had a thing for me.”

“Is it because I am prettier than you?”

“It’s so much less impressive when you give the hero speeches.”

“Oh god, I am having an episode again.”

“I did. I do. Also- I am incredibly turned on by him.”

“I prefer to die with dignity.”

“Unchain me, and maybe I will tell you. You thrift store hobbit.”

“Trust me, no one thinks that.”

“We are about to die. Figure something out.”

“I’m unique and special and for some reason I am angry at the world because of it.”

“Good morning... more like despair.”

“I care that instead of being welcomed at the airport, we were stuck taking a shuttle that smelled like a sewer for three hours.”

“See the new you is so snarky.”

“Be surprised quitely.”

“So buckle up. We are in this tell the bitter end.”

“It’s okay. Just let it out the real way. Like you have needed too all this time.”

“All good things, I hope.”

“What is with the performance anxiety?”

“Why? I am wearing polyester.”

“Who is this trollop?”

“When I said that I wanted to hang out, this is not what I had in mind.”

“This is the definition of girl power. I am proud of us.”

“If you tell anyone else this, I will deny it, but I am glad you are back.”

“WIth global warming, I might never see the florida keys because of you.”

“who better to put a touching memorial to me than me?”

“That hair, that shirt... oh, I see you have a point there.”

“We are airy clouds flying high above a tuburlant sea of teenage drama.”

“He is hot and crazy and the language barrier would make it hard to communicate. Just how I like it.”

“Why are you carrying a sword?”

“Sorry, I think.”

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defiledtomb · 1 year

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I love IF and I'm always on the hunt for something new to read and oh boy, let me tell you just how happy and grateful I am that I found Ouroboros! I finished reading what's available today and I have almost to none coherent thoughts but so many feelings I have to share with you! The first thing that got me hooked is how unique your world is. Honestly, you're the master of world-building, I have no words! It's like nothing I've seen before, beautiful and horrifying, so vivid and alive. It was like reading a myth, but with with all the details and psychological reasoning and characters' motivation. And when it comes to the characters, I absolutely love how real and human they are! The interactions felt so natural, what's said and unsaid raw and full with complex emotions and motives! I'll be keeping them all close to my heart from now on and thinking about them every day (L/MC/Id poly is a gift to humanity, you've no idea how excited I am for their dynamic). And the plot! Honestly, I can't solve a mystery and figure out who is trustworthy and who's a backstabing bastard to save my life, but you got me at the edge of my seat, I need to know what's going on and I'm so ready to stumble my way through the story to whatever doom or maybe not so horrible end (possibly happy end? please? as a treat?). But I'm rambling and it's getting awfully long, sorry. Just want you to know that I'm in awe and you got one more very happy and grateful reader 💖

I- oh I barely know where to start. First of all I just want to thank you for giving me life, I have seen you frolicking through the ouroboros-if tag and it just put such a huge smile on my face, such a light in my heart, that I almost fear it because I can see how it could become addicting. I can't believe that another person with flesh and blood and a whole other life is enjoying something that came from the scrambled mess of my thoughts. Thank you, for sharing this, it is a huge boon that outweighs the fear of sharing my writing publicly. I wish I could invite you over for breakfast in the garden.

As for happy endings, I would never advertise the story as romance unless there is a happy ending/happy-for-now ending states. There for sure are some ways for your MC to end things in a blaze of evil glory, or in horrible tragedy, but those paths will be clearly signposted and you will have no doubt in what path you're headed down. :>

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #:') yall. im feeling the love in this chili's tonight #EXCEPT FOR HORSE GIRL MOVIE KARIE YOU WILL HAUNT ME A HORSE GIRL MOVIE I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE DONE THAT #anyway :) happy noises

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skippyin · 1 year

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I admit that I've played like two mario games in my entire life so I may have lots of gaps in Mario lore, but as soon I see father-son duo dynamic where the former has to undergo a trip(physical and emotional) to re-establish their bond I EAT THAT SHIT!!!!

So first thing first: One, no TWO big thumbs up

Second: Junior is an absolute cutie in your style, I want to wrap him in a bundle and rock him to sleep( he'd probably chomp my hand off but worthy)

As I said I know jackshit on Mario but like could be possibly for Bowser to connect the dots and think the Mario bros kidnapped Jr in retort??

Marching in all blaze glory up to his enemies, demanding to have his son back, only to be meet by very puzzled and surprised plumbers??

Mario Lore doesn't go super deep (Though the lore in the Mario & Luigi RPG games and even some Paper Mario titles goes hard). But the stuff we do see between Junior and Bowser in the games is incredibly good and cute. Bowser loves his boy so much. He's doing his best to be a good Dad.

Also thank you!! Drawing Junior is very fun. he is a little (feral) squishy man :>

I definitely need to dedicate some time to practicing the other characters and figuring out how to translate them into my style. I definitely have more ideas I wanna draw that involve Mario, Luigi, and maybe someone else. ;)

As for Bowser thinking the Brothers kidnapping Junior... Idk if Bowser's mind would conjure that possibility, mainly because he views the Mario Brothers as a couple of "goody-two-shoes" and kidnapping just doesn't seem up their alley.

HE DOES however march up into the Mushroom Kingdom in a sleep-deprived frenzy trying to find his son. After scouring everywhere in the Koopa Kingdom, the next place Bowser thought to look was the Mushroom Kingdom and... Well he and his minions caused a ruckus that's for sure! Practically stormed Peach's Castle like

They manage to get Bowser calmed down enough to explain what the HELL is going on. The brothers and Peach offer to help without hesitation. They might have mixed feelings about Bowser, but troublemaker or not, Junior is still just a kid. (Plus it would probably be safer for ALL the neighboring Kingdoms if they get this situation under control as SOON as possible. A stressed Koopa King - it turns out - is a very destructive one.)

#ask #graspingremlinhands #lost in new york au

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fearlessdevil17 · 9 months

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What is your headcanon for Edge's relationship with each Crewmember of the Galaxy's mightiest heroes? In exchange, I will tell you mine!

See ya tomorrow!!! I need sleep, I am from a different timezone, in Europe...I will see you soon!!!

*Cracks Knuckles*

Thank you for giving me this question, i'm so happy to share this!!

sorry for the late response :(

could never figure out how to put it in words XP!!!

with that said

Let's get started:

Mario:

I think that Mario would - at first - be the least trusting of Edge, after all, when they first met, she just showed up out of nowhere, she refused to talk about her origin, and he had no idea what her motives were, so he mainly kept a close eye on her in order to catch her doing something suspicious.

Edge was aware of his suspicion during their first meeting, although she did come up with clever lies as to where she came from, it was clear that Mario didn't believe her.

Despite that, they did have respect for each other. With Mario, seeing how skilled of a fighter Edge was, all while helping out Sparks in the process, and Edge, seeing how responsible of a leader Mario was, as well as a kind hearted gentleman.

Eventually he would warm up to her after having a few lighthearted conversations with her, and seeing how much a big softie she was to the Sparks, finally lowering his guard around her, and accepting her as a friend.

It's no secret as to how protective Mario can get - don't let his outgoing and goofy personality fool you - this man will destroy you if you try to harm those he cares about.

While Luigi is his main priority when it comes to being a big brother, he's no stranger to being a brother figure towards his companions, especially when learning what they went through before meeting him. so when he found about Edge's backstory......OH BOY!! Big brother mode activated almost faster than Toads discriminating Luigi (RIP to those Toads btw)

Since Edge never had someone in her life she could to look up too, Mario being this sibling/parental figure towards her was all so new to her, so she didn't know how to properly react. but Mario made sure to take it slow and let it sink in for a bit.

Edge is one of the many few companions of Mario's that didn't go out in a blaze of glory, which Mario was thankful for, he couldn't bare the thought of losing another friend. so Cursa was defeated, Mario would take the time to help Edge with any lingering doubts that she might still have, making her more and more relaxed with her surroundings

Luigi:

knowing Luigi, he would defiantly be weary of Edge during the first meeting, but he doesn't like making assumptions of anyone, no matter how intimidating they looked, still he mostly kept his distance from her, observing her from afar (he's also canonically uncomfortable around swords, so yeah, there's that too)

despite that, he does try to be friendly with her, helping her out in some missions, and covering her during battles. this was when he started to notice that Edge was not as scary as she seemed. even seeing that the Sparks loved hanging around her.

While a huge softie for the Sparks, Edge also has a soft side for people who are shy or sensitive, so when she noticed Luigi's weariness of her, she reassured him that she understands why he acting this way, but is not someone that goes all willy nilly with a weapon in hand, making him comfortable enough to be around her.

Luigi was the second out of the group to quickly form a friendship with Edge (i'm still sticking with my Edge being made with some of Luigi's DNA theory, plus i do think they would get along pretty quickly, Luigi's never been the type to get on peoples bad side after all)

Edge also tends to be a bit protective over the said personality traits, one time, the crew saved a toad that basically chastised everyone (even Peach) for not saving him sooner (toad karen anyone), but just when Mario was about to defend Luigi when the toad went after him, Edge quickly spoke up first, much to Mario's delight.

after learning about her past, Luigi would notice that Edge would start to grow insecure about the scars that came with it, so he would try to make her feel better by sharing his stories of enemies he had to face on his own, even telling her about the times he's been possessed, leaving behind some nasty scars in the process. while he didn't like talking about it, it did help Edge open up a bit more, The two grew closer after that (ah yes, bonding over traumatic experiences, what fun)

After Cursa's defeat, Luigi would try to introduce Edge to his set of friends. like Polterpup, Daisy, Peasly, E gadd, etc.

their would even be a time where he would take her to Flipside to allow her to meet O'chunks, Mimi, and Nastsasia.

(i know that the paper mario series is obviously meant to be a paper universe, but in my head, it's not, all the games take place in the same universe, meaning yes, i don't see paper jam as canon, go ahead and fight me on that if you want)

thinking about all the people she had met, Edge would feel ready to make up with her old friends, asking Luigi if he could help, the two would try to come up with ways to contacted them and track them down. (to which, they do succeed)

Peach:

This one i think i love the most. Peach has already taken in a bunch of harmless Rabbids, now becoming a part of her kingdom and her people, the Rabbids adore her just as much as the toads, and has basically became a sort of mother figure towards them.

Edge has never met a royal before, so meeting Peach was actually a little nerve racking for her. but Peach treated her no differently compared to the Rabbids in her kingdom.

she was the first to see that Edge had a kind heart with a balanced goal to go with it. her protectiveness over the Sparks really warmed Peach's heart. plus, seeing Edge's swordsmen skills reminded Peach of her own combat skills. she and Edge would most likely exchange skill tricks with one another.

Edge is mostly formal with Peach, calling her by the royal names such as Princess or Your Highness. while Peach doesn't mind being called by the royal names, she prefers to be know as just Peach during adventures, it took Edge a while to call her by her name, but she still tends to be formal.

(the little glance they had with one another after landing in Barrendale mesa, that was so cute <3)

Peach would sometimes grimace at the scars Edge has - not in a disgusted way - but in a concerning way, wanting to know how she got them, who would do this and why. but of course, Edge refused to talk about it, still, that didn't mean that Peach had a tiny bit of built in rage towards the culprit.

Edge was not used to receiving concern from other's, so she wasn't able to properly react when Peach started to worry about her well being (she's had a lot of experience thanks to Mario's sheer stubbornness, she's can tell when someone is pushing themselves too hard),

there was one time where Peach had to drag Edge back to the airship to allow her to rest after she massacred a horde of extremely tough enemies on her own, making her exhausted (nearly collapsing).

but this exchange made Peach realize that Edge was not okay with being touched after she tried to give her a helping hand, Edge pulled away immediately when she felt Peach's hand touch her arm. while she did allow Peach to take her back to the ship, this confirmed to her that Edge went through something horrific.

Edge has never experience the help of other's that weren't sparks, so it took a lot of conceiving from Peach to let her to clean her wounds for her rather than doing it herself, like she always has. it upset Peach, knowing that Edge must have been pretty lonely.

when she finally got her answer as to what happened to Edge in the past, Peach became even more protective of the little Rabbid, like a mother would to her child, vowing herself to show make sure Edge would feel safe, loved, and protected in her kingdom

after Cursa's defeat, Peach allowed Edge to stay in the castle for the time being, offering her a guest room within it, being the one that showed Edge all of the Mushroom Kingdom, even showing her the pipes that lead to the other kingdoms.

to Peach's delight, the Toads and other Rabbids greeted Edge with open arms, treating her fairly, and making her feel welcome. tho Edge didn't know what to think of it, but Peach knows that she's going to be just fine in her new home

Bowser:

This one is interesting because while Bowser is also a royal too, Edge had no interest in greeting him formally, mainly because of the history he has with the group she's traveling with.

ever since Bowser joined the group, Edge heard bit's and pieces about the Koopa King from the others, making her want nothing to do with him, still if Bowser and the other's were willing to work together, she to will also have to oblige - no point in trying to avoid him - much to her dismay, and i doubt Bowser is pretty happy about it too.

i think during their first meeting, Bowser would take interest in Edge since she's one of those "unique" Rabbids, but would be cautious around her. when they made eye contact for the first time, it was a stone cold death stare, telling one another that they can't be trusted

(Bowser would defiantly chastise Mario for taking in a Rabbid that they knew nothing about, due to his encounter with Bedrock)

Bowser has always been "a bit" rude when he talks to people, and Edge was no acceptation, he made small talk with her once, wanting to know more about her and her backstory, but the way he spoke made it sound like he was threatening her.

But Edge was unfazed by his way of speaking, and instead played the same card as he did, completely changing the subject in no time flat. normally Bowser would blow up in said person's face for talking back him, but not Edge, she actually left him speechless (and also a bit impressed). since then, everyone had to keep an eye on those two, can't have them starting a fight against each other after all.

no enemy stands a chance when these two are on a team (that duo sidequest with them in the DLC was so much fun btw), it's horrendous. but seeing their skills in action is when the two started to have respect for one another. Bowser's opinions on Edge completely changed. Someone who is an amazing fighter and is not afraid to stand up for herself, and can be intimidating, now that's someone that would be perfect for Bowser's army.

yep, he did tell her that, and just like before, Edge was not interested and refused, with Bowser simply saying "well, just think about" (news flash: she didn't)

but Edge did respect Bowser due to his immense strength, plus he wasn't as bad as Cursa, but she still wanted nothing to do with him (guess you could say that these two are frenemies in a way)

i'm thinking of a scenario where when Beep-O confronted Edge about knowing Midnite and Bedrock, and Edge telling him to let it go, Bowser would get up all in her face and try to forcefully make Edge admit the truth, pushing her buttons and all, even asking if she's scared about what's going to happen if she told, the others had to quickly break it up before things got messy.

when finally learning the truth, even Bowser was disgusted by Cursa's actions. yes, he is a villain with a lust for power, wanting to conquer the world, marry Princess Peach, and destroy his enemies, but he's not that heartless.

Edge is technically a child of Cursa's, being born from her Darkmess. Bowser - who is a father himself - would never even think about harming his children, nor would put them in any danger. so upon hearing that Cursa would do such a thing to her "daughter", gave Bowser another reason to pummel Cursa to the ground. (yes he did tell Edge that he would, which she appreciated)

when the journey was over, and Bowser wanting to head home, he would give Edge a handshake farewell, but told her that this won't be the last time they see each other, and Edge responds with a toothy grin and a snarky "that's a shame"

Rabbid Mario:

oh RM, you poor hopeless romantic, you can't make a lesbian fall in love with you XP.

i think most of the Rabbid counterparts would practically being all over Edge, asking her question's, complimenting her appearance, etc. for RM, it's mostly trying to get her attention.

during their first meeting, he was a little nervous speaking to her, so he kinda made a fool of himself, but that's not going to stop him from trying. sadly most of those times, he's been accidentally making Edge feel uncomfortable, so he backed off it for a while, but if he sees another opportunity, he's gonna take it.

while annoyed by his charming nature, Edge can tell that he has no ill intent what so ever, plus she's seen that he has a heart of gold, and cares deeply for the others, even sharing a close brotherly bond with RL, so she's been able to tolerate him.

what Edge can rely on tho was RM's willpower, he's been seen time and time again on how he can disintegrate a bunch of enemies with just a few punches, and that's somethings he's proud of, and tries to show off to Edge whenever he can (tho she didn't care about the showing off part). fights have been mostly easy whenever these two team up.

RM and Edge are absolute powerhouses, when it comes to battles, with there strength's combined, their able to move/lift heavy objects, and can destroy herds within seconds. this is how these two have basically been bonding, tho it's not in the way RM sees, they've just been becoming good friends (poor guy getting friend zoned)

when not focused on his crush, RM would give Edge tips on how to be safer when in a battle, he's seen how she can sometimes become reckless with either herself or trying to protect someone, which resorted to her getting hurt after. while some were luckily minor, RM hates seeing his friends get hurt, so he tires to do what he can to insure everyone's safety.

when he learned about her past, he realizes why she tends to be reckless and can see that it stresses her out sometimes. so he assures her that if she ever needed someone to lean on when feeling that way, he's her man. but he didn't say it as a way for Edge to be closer to him, it was a genuine offer (he's done it before with the others). he wasn't the best motivator, but he's a good listener, and will do what he could to provide comfort.

over time he got over his crush on Edge after the adventure, but still haas been spending most of his days hanging out with her along with the other Rabbids. (sometimes even fantasying his next future crush, one day he'll find love)

Rabbid Luigi:

now this a unique one, because i think out of everyone, RL was the one who Edge got along with the best. in fact, he was the first to form a friendship with her.

RL was the only one out of the group that was never intimidated by Edge, even being the first to approach her without hesitation, he admired her a lot, telling her how cool she looked, and that she was awesome on the battlefield and all that.

Edge would be flabbergasted at the compliment's, not knowing what to say at first, so turned the tide instead, saying that she admires his enthusiasm. RL couldn't contain his excitement after that.

despite RL's loud, hyperactive personality, Edge surprisingly doesn't mind it one bit. she was completely okay with listening to him talk about such wild and wacky things no matter how long it was. the others were even impressed by how well she can handle him.

RL doesn't really care about where Edge came from, he's just mostly excited that she's going to be part of the group from now on. RL would mostly spend his time with Edge, asking her a lot of questions that weren't really personal, so Edge was able to answer them easily.

he also love's to play with the Sparks, so when he sees that the Sparks mostly hang around Edge, he sometimes tries to let her in on the fun too, but Edge prefers to just watch.

RL is basically the cheerleader of the group, there was once a time where the group's path was blocked by a huge enemy, and Edge volunteered to take it out herself. while the others were concerned for her safety, RL knew she could take it, and started cheering her on, making Edge all more determined. needless to say, the battle ended faster then expected.

over time, Edge started to grow protective of RL, making sure that he's kept out of harms way. she knew he was able to take care of himself, but sometimes he tends to be a bit cocky, and not understand how dangerous the situation is. trouble seems to find him a lot

one time, RL got too cocky, thinking that the opponent he was fighting would be a breeze, but learned the hard way that it wasn't. Edge manage to take the hit for him. while she barely got hurt, RL felt bad for getting her involved in the mess he accidentally caused, but Edge assured him that it wasn't a big deal, and that to think of it as a learning experience to help him improve. since then, he's been trying to be more careful on the battlefield.

when finding out about her past, RL also started to become protective of her, even noticing that Edge easily stresses out when thinking about it, he tries to help calm her down, teaching her breathing exercises, or handing her a cup of water, sometimes even cracking a few jokes to try to get a chuckle out of her, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't.

i like to think after the journey, RL would help Edge overcome her insecurities of the new environment she now resides in by carefully exposing it to her little by little. probably as a way to repay her for looking out for him. now he's gonna do the same for her, and it worked out great

Rabbid Peach:

two girl bosses?! polar opposites?! what could go wrong?

so during their first meeting, RP - at first - want nothing to do with Edge, purposely avoiding her out of jealously. she thought her appearance looked so cool looking, that people as well as her followers would start paying more attention to Edge rather than her.

whenever they did speak, RP would act cold towards Edge, completely shutting her down with every opportunity. all while Edge was really confused as to why RP so cold to her.

it never bothered her anyway, besides Edge was no pushover, she sometimes argues back with RP, making impressive comebacks until she had RP backed in a corner, forcing her to abandon the argument.

unlike Bowser, these two have tons of restraint, they have never physically fought against one another as they knew it would be useless to waste their energy on teammates.

it wouldn't be till a time where Edge saved RP from an on slot of attacks, is when she started to see Edge in another light. even tho all she did was just making sure that her teammate were okay. RP did thank her for saving her life as she healed the cuts and scrapes Edge received. now kinda regretting a little for acting so mean to her

since then, her attitude towards Edge started to change. she no longer acted cold towards her, and instead relied heavily on small talk, even telling Edge the truth on why she acted mean in the first place. they both simply laughed it off and agreed that it was pretty stupid, and thus, a friendship born (maybe even something more ;)

being a sociable Rabbid (mainly on the media), RP tries to get Edge to be a bit more outgoing, doing what she can to get her to come out of her shell. even trying to get her to take selfies with her (not caring about what people think anymore when she posts them on Instagram)

how ironic that she was once jealous, thinking that Edge will take the attention away from her, but now here she is, giving Edge all the attention. tho Edge doesn't know what to think of it, in fact, she's kinda a bit embarrassed by it. she was never an attention seeker after all.

RP was aware that Edge was never fond with touch, but when learning about her past, she was immediate to provide support for her, and even giving her surprise hugs that Edge has no chance of avoiding, RP has an iron grip (who knows when she will ever let go), all to try and keep a smile on Edge's face

After Cursa's defeat, RP would somtimes take both Edge and RR on a girls day, taking them to her favourite clothes shops, coffee shops, sometimes hang in the castle with Peach, etc. Edge and RR would mostly be exhausted by the end of the day. but RP and Peach has it covered when the time to relax has arrived, providing comfy blankets for a nice chill night

Rabbid Rosalina:

oh these two would get along just fine. Out of everyone, their by far the calmest ones in the group.

when she joined the group, she didn't like how loud the other Rabbids were (it interrupts her reading time), so she would mostly spend time by herself, but being more observant then the others, she noticed that Edge mostly likes to spend her time alone was well, she figured that she would be a good start to get use to the area she now resides in.

seeing how Edge was not loud and rowdy, it made RR feel comfortable enough too sit beside her and read her book in peace. this was also a nice change for Edge too. while she didn't mind how noisy it can get, she enjoys to have some peace and quiet every now and then. the two quickly became friends when learning about their fair share of quietness (even if it lasts about a few minutes)

(their relationship is a bit hard for me to explain, but lets just say that it's the equivalent of two introverted friends hanging out)

RR loves to speak about her interests, so when Edge asked about what type of books she was into, she talked for god knows how long, it's still a mystery to this day as to how Edge didn't fall asleep during all that.

sometimes RR would ask Eithering to turn her and Edge invisible if any of their Rabbid friends try to bother them during their time of peace.

Edge actually allows RR to lean on her whenever she feels like taking a nap, when it happened the first time, Edge tried to push her off, thinking she was doing it on purpose. but after a few moments, she realized that that RR fell to a deep sleep. not knowing what else to do, she stopped resisting and just let her sleep where she is. since then, she no longer minded if RR fell asleep on her randomly.

RR was the only one that already knew that Edge was an ex-Spark hunter during her time with Midnite, she recalled Midnite saying something about someone leaving her behind so she can go fulfill a pointless goal. she quickly put two and two together when seeing Edge sparing Midnite after her defeat.

she never told the rest of the group because she believed Edge should be the one to tell them, for she was certain that they will understand. how proud she was when Edge finally revealed her past and the crew still accepting of her.

after Cursa's defeat, RR would sometimes read about the many beautiful places around the Mushroom Kingdom, sometimes she would bring Edge to those places where they can just chill away from society for a moment, and the sceneries they go to are just as gorgeous as they are in pictures.

as a bonus, let's add Rosalina in the mix too :)

Rosalina:

because of her merge with Cursa, Rosalina has a type of connection with Edge in a way. To Cursa, the Spark Hunters were just mere killing machines meant to serve her. but to Rosalina, they were newborn children that were being raised by the wrong person.

with Rosalina being unable to protect the Lumas and Sparks from Cursa, she decided to put her faith in the Spark Hunters until Mario arrives, sending out distress calls towards the the leader, hoping that if she could somehow communicate with her, then Edge could be able to convince the others to fight against their creator.

(remember Edge saying that Cursa gave her an edge of just enough free will to think? i like to think that edge was Rosalina)

it broke her heart seeing how the second part of the plan didn't work, and Edge was on her own, she had believed that the worse has happened to her. but felt a wave of relief when seeing that Edge was still alive, and managed to find her way to Mario and his friends

when Rosalina was freed, she apologized to Edge for putting a burden on her shoulders, wishing that what happened didn't play out the way it did, but Edge assured her that it was her choice to rebel against Cursa and how it was the best decision she ever made.

seeing how the Sparks enjoyed being around Edge, Rosalina made her the "Steward of Sparks", and will forever be grateful to her for protecting her star children.

needless to say, Edge found herself one interesting family :)

Sorry this took a while and that my descriptions are all over the place, it could have been done quicker if i wrote more on my phone, but my phone tends to post drafts that aren't finished yet, even tho i click save as draft, i didn't want to risk losing the question. but i had fun talking about this none the less, hope you enjoyed them :)

#super mario bros #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #mario + rabbids #mario rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #rabbids #super mario

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Grgahgagahhh KakayVege?? Pls?

Also I would enjoy immensely to inquire your thoughts on BulLaunch please and thank you, please have a nice week!

OKAY i used to be big into bulaunch awhile ago actually LOL its a rly cute ship! i like any wlw ship involving bulma so like. u rly cant go wrong hehe.. i think its not a long-lasting ship tho like i definitely think its a young love kinda thing but i do definitely like it!

as for kakavege lol…

it’s my favorite ship of all time. it’s so intense and meaningful and strong and real… there is sooo much canon shit to back it up… every time theyre on screen together theres insane homoerotic subtext going on…

from the very beginning, goku is excited by vegeta. he uses language like “when i see a strong guy like that, my heart starts pounding” which…… like. okay homosexual alright LOL

then there’s the freeza arc, the entire time theyre together is so… like vegeta sobbing and begging goku to finish off freeza for their people… him making himself vulnerable in that moment in fromt of GOKU of all people… moments like this where vegeta softens around goku make my heart MELT 😭 and then goku GIVES VEGETA A BURIAL.. HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT 😭😭😭 not to mention when goku starts hallucinating vegeta (NAKED FOR SOME REASON??).. like out of all the things his brain couldve come up with to motivate him, he found himself thinking of vegeta…… these are the moments where goku begins to love vegeta (he just doesnt realize it yet. its those moments before u realize ur in love where ur thinking about the person often but you dont yet piece together why…)

and then in the cell arc, when goku dies and vegeta SWEARS HE WILL NEVER FIGHT AGAIN???? LIKE THIS MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL BECAUSE GOKU DIES AND VEGETA’S FIRST REACTION IS TO BE LIKE “alright. well. i have no reason to fight anymore” LIKE FIGHTING IS EVERYTHING TO SAIYANS I CANT BELIEVE HE SAYS THIS AHDHFH

and then ofc buu arc…. the constant moments where they’re worried about each other.. every time they say each other’s names… the fucking majin vegeta fight… vegeta’s hurt at goku’s ssj3 “betrayal” … THE YOU ARE NUMBER ONE SPEECH… ALL OF IT IS SO HOMOEROTIC AND GAY ITS RIDICULOUSHAHDHF

kakavege is just real to me. its just canon. i cant see any other way like to me its just real… to me its about two people who yearn for strength falling in love with each other… its about two people who keep each other motivated to better themselves… its about two people who share a passion for fighting and keep each other entertained,, its about the last two of their kind finding comfort in one another’s presence… its about the universe making sure they find their way to each other… its about soulmates, the red string of fate, intertwined destinies…

and dont even get me started on age 801. they DIE TOGETHER?? THEY GO OUT FIGHTING ONE ANOTHER WITH NO HOLDS BARRED??? A BLAZE OF GLORY SO BRILLIANT THAT A SUPERNOVA IS SEEN YEARS LATER ON EARTH??????? HELP ME AHSJFJJX

#sorry the kakavege one was so longwinded… you know me lol #kakavege #answered

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aschlindartroom · 2 years

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For HartMart or, one of them of your choice

👁️ EYE

💥 COLLISON

🌙 MOON

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL

🌏 EARTH

🔪 KNIFE

💓 BEATING HEART

💖 SPARKLING HEART

Thanks for the ask @stormbrightwriter! Always looking for an excuse happy to rant about HartMart. <3

Long so most answers are under the cut.

What colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

Eckehart's got some gorgeous, expressive baby blues! They are perpetually tired and annoyed, but you're hardpressed to find anyone who doesn't think they're absolutely stunning. Martin's are dark brown, almost black, and might be described as shark-like. There's a lot going on behind them, but nothing he wants people to see.

What emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Being cared for, feeling grateful, is really hard for Eckehart. He's a man who doesn't want to owe anyone anything, you know? He'd rather do everything himself, be entirely alone, than give anyone leverage over him.

Martin is similar but different? He's schooled himself since he was a child to maintain an air of absolute control at all times, convincing everyone around him that he is both capable and ruthless. He has a history of people exploiting his vulnerabilities and would do a lot of very shitty things to avoid feeling helpless ever again.

What is your OC's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Eckehart thinks his greatest wish is to end his family's legacy of authoritative control, and give power back to the people of New London. But his REAL greatest wish is to die-- to go out in a big blaze of glory and "redeem himself," which is a big problem for Martin.

Martin? He thinks his greatest wish is to have control-- to have the world bend to him, and to take revenge on the people who killed his mother. But really? I think his greatest wish would be to feel secure. To feel safe and content.

What's a side of your OC that they don't want to show other people?

Eckehart doesn't want people to see how scared he is. Or, maybe it's more accurate to say that he doesn't want people seeing how lost he is. He walks with blinders on, because if he doesn't keep his head down and plow through the pain, he wouldn't know how to live. It makes him feel pathetic.

Martin doesn't want people to see HIM-- like, the real him. He's a man used to putting on airs, making people believe that he's a grinning, heartless devil. He feels safe that way. As soon as anyone sees something he truly loves or cares about, there's a chance it could be used against him or taken away.

Will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

"The world," is a vague concept. I'm going to make it easy on myself and rephrase this as, "Would they lose out on their greatest wish for the person they love?"

Eckehart is so used to believing that no one would do anything for him without wanting something in return. He wouldn't give up on his greatest wish (see above) for anyone... at least, not until he gets it into his thick skull that he doesn't have to die to make the world a better place.

At the start of the series, Martin believes that he can have both the person he wants AND his greatest wish. What he comes to learn is that love, real love, requires vulnerability and honesty. In order to gain Eckehart's trust, he has to take off his mask little by little.

They would both give up their greatest wish for the person they love. Luckily, their greatest wishes are unhealthy. Throughout the series, they let those wishes go and make new wishes together.

How do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? Do they put themselves at blame?

Oh, dear god. If either of the HartMart pair was injured, the other would come swinging (albeit in different ways). Eckehart would literally throw fists. Martin would use his connections to make sure that the offender's life was miserable for AT LEAST six months. Longer if he could help it.

What gets their heart racing?

If we're being real, Eckehart's heart is always racing. Boy's got miles of anxiety. But really, he's most attracted to intelligence. Have some witty banter with him and keep up with his sass? You endear yourself to him immediately, even if he won't admit it.

Martin is a true sucker for a pretty face, but that's surface level. I'd say he's most affected by earnestness. Sincerity AND determined to get shit done? Woooowee. He loves what he envies, and he envies honesty most of all.

What traits do they look for in a relationship? Do they believe in love at first sight?

Eckehart doesn't look for anything in relationships, because being in one requires that he would, like, have to give a little bit of himself. He's condemned himself to be alone forever. And no, this cynical shit head does not believe in love at first sight.

Martin doesn't look for anything in relationships either. He'd rather keep himself at a distance and maintain a purely surface level/physical connection. At least... until he meets Eckehart. Does this emotionally constipated boy believe in love at first sight? He'd say no... but he definitely does.

#hartmart #writeblr #second serpent #bird and fish #writing community #writers of tumblr #second serpent wip #novel #bird and fish wip #second serpent asks #ss oc asks #eckehart schmidt #martin hightower #these boys I swear to god

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"Definitely a lot more fun. Especially with people reacting when it goes from a chase to me driving off in a harmless to me anyway, blaze of glory that leaves a trail of fire in me wake." Clearly the daughter of death wasn't the type to listen to reason anyway. "Still, thanks for the compliment, next time you should come along for a ride."

"Anyway, nice to meet you Appy." Bryn shakes the princess's hand. "Though you're the younger princess huh? Definitely the more fun one. Nothing against your older sister, but I'm pretty sure I'd be told to stop if she saw what I did. Mom doesn't mind long as I don't harm someone, which is the easy part, so she lets it slide because everyone used to worse. Like an alien invasion."

“ I can already imagine it; the crowd going wild, as the engines roar with flames! It’s mighty fire ends up being so intense that it make the sun look like an ember... Way to leave an impression that’s for sure. “ Yep. She was definitely liking Bryn, a lot. It’s always nice to see a fellow free spirit. “ Oh, heck yeah! I’d be down for that. Next time you ride, it’s gonna the greatest party ever. “

“ Definitely right, on that end. I still love her to death, though. She just cares about everyone’s safety... a lot. Same deal with Mr. Mario and Luigi, even if they’re more easygoing about it. “ Considering how much trouble she usually got in to, she’s just glad that she hasn’t turned her older sister into a stressed out mess.“ Yeah, we’ve definitely been through a lot. Alien Invasions, Evil Gods, Calamities, you get the point. Compared to stuff like that, this is some pretty casual stuff. “

#warriorsofcrimsonrealms #{cheerful royalty: ic}#{ask answered}#{older!au}

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

#jjk x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuji x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #poly #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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bucks-metal-arm19 · 3 years

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Nightmares and Love-Making

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, talk of nightmares, cursing, voyeurism, dirty talk, face sitting, squirting, slight praise kink, slight degradation, unprotected sex, let me know if I missed anything!

18+ only!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Welcome to my first Bucky Barnes one-shot! This stems from the fact that I couldn't find the smut I wanted so I just wrote it myself. I hope you like it! As always, it isn't looked over so all mistakes are my own :)

You caught him at a bad time- in the middle of what seemed to be a horrific nightmare as he slept on his makeshift bed on the floor. You knew he couldn't sleep in his normal bed in his normal bedroom, and you knew that the king-sized mattress was still adorned with the solid black fabric set you had gotten for him as his first official birthday present. He told you, one night as the two of you escaped to the roof of Stark tower, that the bed made him feel like he was getting swallowed alive. He was used to sleeping on a solid floor, with the thinnest blanket one could find and so that's what he did at his own home. home- he was still getting used to even having a home.

“Buck? Bucky, wake up! It’s a dream, just a dream! JAMES, WAKE UP!” You hollered, having dropped your stuff at the door and running to collapse on your knees next to the man as you urged him to wake up.

“Wh-what? J-just a dream?” He had finally quit shaking, and became coherent enough to realize that he was no longer at the HYDRA base, and was, in fact, in his own apartment with you holding him close to your chest.

“Yes, just a dream. I promise, you’re okay.” His fingers were clutching the arm you had draped across his midsection and you knew that his vibranium fingers would be leaving imprints on your skin for you to wear for the coming week.

“I thought...I thought...they had taken you. Hurt you. And I couldn't stop them. Could hear you screaming for me and I was powerless to fight all of them off. I couldn't...I couldn't save you.” He was sobbing, moans of a broken man being screamed into your skin as he clutched you like a lifeline. Your heart broke as you held him, quietly cooing and stroking his hair as you waited for him to come back to you.

It didn't happen though; instead, his body steeled in a form of mental resolve and suddenly you were under him. Your back was laid flat against the cold wood of the floor and your hands were pinned above your head. You didn't even have time to gasp audibly as he nudged your thighs apart and settled between them so that they had to wrap around his waist. You wanted to fear him, could feel your mind racing to find ways to get out from his grasp, but you were curious to see what would happen with this new side of Bucky. Almost feral with the way that he was panting, eyes darker than coal as he stared you down like you were his prey.

“You will not be taken from me, you are mine. Do you hear me? No one will ever take you from me.” Bucky’s voice had dropped ten octaves between words, and you would be lying if you said that it did not make your heart skip a beat in anticipation.

“I’m yours, Buck. Forever.” You promised, licking your lips that had suddenly become dry.

“Say it again.” He growled, deep in his chest, as he leaned down to nuzzle against your collarbone and breathe in your scent.

Your head fell back in submission, allowing him to press feather-light kisses and bruising bites against your throat as you murmured, “I’m yours, Bucky Barnes. Always.”

“Yes, you are, sweetheart.” He had you flipped to your stomach in a second, with your arms still above your head.

“What are you gonna do to me, Buck?” You whispered, but you knew that he could hear you.

“I’m going to ruin you, princess. Gonna absolutely fuckin’ ravish you until the only words you know are ‘please’ and ‘daddy.’ Gonna make you cum on my cock until you're crying, oversensitive, and begging me to stop. But you’re a good girl, my good girl, and you’ll take all of it until I fill you full of my cum. Then I’m going to run you a warm bath in my tub and I’m going to take care of you. Nurse your aches and lotion your bruises and then cradle you in my arms as we both drift to sleep. Does that sound good to you?” You can hear the cheekiness in his tone, but it’s laced with authority and you knew better than to deny him. Besides, everything he just said sounded wonderful and so you nodded your agreement.

“Words, princess. Use them.” He ordered, the grip on your wrists tightening in warning.

“Yes, Daddy.” You obliged, and the dark chuckle that erupted from his throat held a sinful promise.

“Wonderful.” That old-time drawl curled around the single word and suddenly you were resting on your elbows with your ass in the air.

Your stomach clenched and you could feel your pussy pulsate as arousal began to collect in your panties. Buck was still draped over your back, and he was rubbing his growing erection over the fabric of his cotton sweats while he contemplated what he wanted to do to you first. It was only a moment, but the single beat of a second was all he needed before he had your jeans around your ankles and had settled on his back between your spread thighs.

“What are yo-” you began to question, but the words were cut off as each of his ten fingers wrapped around hips and he yanked you down so that his mouth and nose were buried within your cloth-covered cunt.

You heard him take a deep inhale through his nose and he let out the filthiest, bone-melting groan that you had ever heard him utter. Your nipples pebbled instantly beneath your lace bra and your eyes fluttered closed as you heard him chuckle once more.

“God, you smell fuckin’ delicious, kitten. All wet and warm, just for me.” His nose nudged against your swollen clit as he licked a broad stripe up over your slit once and then again before using his teeth to yank the sodden fabric to the side so he could taste you properly.

A shudder wracked through your body from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes as he continued his licks, collecting all of your wetness on his tongue and fucking his tongue into your leaking hole as his nose connected to rub up against your sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck, Bucky. Christ.” You whined, rocking your hips against his face without meaning to but the way he was gripping your hips and tugging you closer told you that he didn't mind the possibility of suffocation.

“Can't wait to be buried inside this tight, sweet cunt.” Buck snarled, using the hold he had on you to flip you onto your back. He thought ahead- as always- and made sure that your head would be safe as it fell against his pile of pillows on the floor.

“Then bury yourself, Daddy. Fuck me.” You husked out, pupils blown wide in lust and adoration as you continued to fuck yourself onto his tongue.

“Not yet, doll. Want you to cum on my face first. Damn near suffocate between these gorgeous thighs.” He ordered, eyes blazing as he gazed at you from between your legs.

“Okay, Daddy.” You nodded, fingers clutching and clawing at your still-covered tits while you chased the high building inside your body.

White-hot heat began radiating from your fingers first, and then your limbs, and then from every inch of your body as you threw yourself over the edge of your orgasm and came undone as you rode Buck’s face like it was the best thing you had ever experienced. And it was- each orgasm he gave you always outdid the last.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, kitten. But you’re not done yet.” Buck finally managed to say as he untangled himself from your jeans and clenching thighs so he was standing before you in all of his glory.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy? Gonna use your cock and fill me up so I can help you forget all your worries?” You grinned up at him, still panting as you came down from your first orgasm of the night.

“Yes, princess. I am.” His tone held no malice, and his eyes were watching you with lustful enjoyment as he mentally cataloged the image of you like this to his brain.

“Then fuck me, already.” You taunted, leaning up just enough to yank your shirt over your head and then followed it with your bralette so you were finally bare beneath him.

“You don't make the orders, you take them. Do NOT forget that.” The mirth that had overtaken him left suddenly and he was back on you in a second, sweats gone as he pinned you to the floor with no exertion given on his part.

“Yes, Daddy.” You nodded, grinning as if you had won the lottery as your legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist once more.

“Now you’re gonna take my cock, kitten. It’s what you wanted, right?” He was back to nosing against your neck, as if the past ten minutes had not just occurred.

“If you think you can do it.” You taunted once more, ankles digging into the skin right above the base of his spine so you could rut against him like a dog in heat, absolutely no shame in your body as you used him for the friction you needed to get off.

“Is that how you want to play it? Fine.” He shrugged, as if you had just spoken about the weather, but the single motion he used had you back on your hands and knees in an instant.

“I don't think I can do it.” Buck began to speak as he kicked your legs apart once more, metal hand pressing down on the small of your back so the arch you held deepened and you were presented to him like an offering.

“I know I can.” And he slid inside you to the hilt, a single thrust that glided through your folds like butter and all thanks to the spit and arousal he created as he had eaten you out like his last meal.

Your mind blanked in an instant and a groan ripped out of your throat that sounded foreign to your own ears but sounded like the best kind of music to Bucky. You collapsed to your elbows, head falling to rest against the single blanket that Buck slept with when you weren't here.

“Ah, ah- no, you don't.” Bucky tutted between his teeth, flesh hand reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and wrap it around his fingers before pulling back so you were back onto your hands and could watch him through the mirror that sat adjacent from you.

“Look at you, kitten. Covered in hickies and bruises and panting like a whore in heat. And yet, you’re taking my cock so well. So fuckin’ tight and WARM, just like the first time we had sex. Your pretty pussy, stretching around my thick cock as I fuck you into oblivion. Absolutely ravishing.” Bucky always got mouthy when he was lost in your shared passion, and it did things to you that you couldn't explain.

“Keep your eyes on me while I make you fall apart.” He ordered, using the grip he had on your hip and the hold he had of your hair to fuck you like his life depended on it.

“Yes, Sarge.” You grinned wickedly as you saw his lips turn up into a leer, knowing full-well what that name did to him.

“Call me that again.” Bucky growled, letting go over your hair so he could lean forward over your frame to get a hand between your thighs to rub against your still swollen, sensitive clit.

“Make me cum, Sergeant Barnes. Please.” You tacked on the last word for good measure, already feeling the familiar tendrils of heat curl around your lips and rush through your veins as he pounded into you with wild abandon.

The clack clack clacking that his dog tags made against his chest after every move simply spurred him on, as if he was racing them for every thrust he made into your pussy, claiming it as his own. As if you ever even thought to let another man near it. He’d kill them before they even thought that they had a chance with you, and you both knew it. More often than not, he forgets that he’s even wearing them, but he knew that they were a kink of yours and he thanked every god he could think of that he wears them when he’s got you begging underneath him. Begging to cum, begging for harder, begging for faster, begging for Daddy to make her forget her own name while he buries himself inside her. Begging to be used and degraded and taunted and shown off like a prize that only he gets to win. Every moment of every minute of every day, from the moment they met until the end of time. And he loved every single damn second of it.

He was grunting, groaning, panting, cursing every word under the Sun as he rubbed tight circles into your wet clit while he sheathed himself inside you over and over and ov-, “FUCK!”

You came without warning, the damn bursting inside your pussy as you fell to your elbows once more while absolutely drenching his cock as you squirted for the first time. Shudders were wracking your body as you cursed and moaned and whined out Bucky’s name, vision turning black as you lost all sense of time during your orgasm. Your cunt turned into a vice on Bucky’s cock and it made him see God as he gave you one, two, three strokes before burying himself deep inside you and cumming in thick ropes across your hot, tight walls.

He fell on top of you, losing all muscle usage as pleasure roared through his body like he had never experienced before. He had enough sense to cushion you from the force of his body, but that was all he could offer as he rode out the waves of the most intense orgasm of his life. You managed to come to your senses first, and gently pulled away from Bucky so he could begin to come to his own bearings.

“That was...that was...wow.” You mumbled, vision still blurry as you threatened to pass out from too much mental and physical stimulus all at once.

“Well, it’s not begging but it is a nice Segway. Ready for that bath?” Bucky was able to stitch together a coherent sentence faster than you thought he would and you couldn't help but laugh in both amusement and amazement that this wonderful man was all yours. Even if he did fuck you senseless. Literally.

“I love you, Bucky Barnes. Always.”

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