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postwarlevi · 2 years
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A moment with Post-war Levi inspired by Tangled's Kingdom Dance scene? I think yes🥰
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It's one of Levi's first times actually going out with you since the end of the war and he's done wonderful progress healing, preferring to use his cane rather than his chair. Getting tired of walking, you give him the chance to sit down and rest while you finishing buying whatever fresh goods are available that you could use for dinner that night.
Reluctantly, he sits and waits for you to return, but the sound of your laughter has him back on his feet at a regretfully fast movement to his healing knee. He all but stumbles through the crowd and freezes the moment he spots you dancing around. The music roars through the air and there's people cheering, but he can only focus on the dazzling smile on your face as you twist and turn with such joy to the music.
And he realizes that he's never seen you dance before. Not even on nights after a rather successful expedition when the Scouts would dance their worries away after a drink or two.
People join in and pull you every which way, but you reach out for Levi time and time again. You've had about five different partners up to this point and try again to reach out for Levi.
He doesn't hesitate to pull you in. You crash against him and for a moment, he forgets his cane. You're enough to keep him upright.
Levi gives a gentle "C'mon," but doesn't do anything to move away. Instead, he's mesmerized by this joyful, carefree version of yourself that he just witnessed. And for a moment, he wishes he could dance with you, he wishes the nagging of his injuries would quiet down for a bit, give him the pleasure of swaying with you.
It's a feeling that sticks with him for the entirety of the walk back home, long after you've already put the things away and washed up for the night. And quietly, he just holds you close, swaying from side to side and absolutely enjoying the soft humming of a melody that ripples through your throat.
Hi dear! I apologize you letting this (and something else…) sit in my inbox. I'm very bad at that :( (also tumblr was fighting me!!)
But this is so sweet and adorable and I wanted to do something with it! Uh, might've turned it a slight tad angsty. 1400+ words
Levis worked very hard to get the use of his legs back, and is so much further along then just a month ago. You've been with him the whole time, pushing him when he needs it, telling him to take it slower others. You're so proud of his progress.
"I wanna leave the chair today." He knows this could mean trouble, with lots of walking ahead, but he has to try.
"Of course." You say confidently, getting his cane. Maybe you're a little nervous, but today is the day he wants to try, so you are supportive.
"What do you want for dinner today?" You ask while going at a pace that you hope won't bother Levis leg. You have a small cart with you to help hold what you get.
So far, so good though. "Whatever you pick will be fine. Something fresh." He likes to help you in the kitchen with the produce you pick.
It takes a short while to get to town and the vendors and you start out at your normal spots, getting fruits and vegetables, spices, teas, and more.
Soon you realize Levi lagging behind. "Are you okay?" You ask with concern.
"I'm sorry, it's just…" He huffs, annoyed with himself. He isn't even carrying all the bags and still needs a break.
"Don't be sorry! Let's go sit down." You sense how he's feeling and wish he wouldn't.
You get Levi settled in a good spot and leave what you've already bought with him.
"This okay?" You ask softly, standing in front of him and pushing his hair back.
"Yeah, thanks." He leans into your touch and you bend to kiss his forehead.
You go to finish up and Levi people watches in the meantime. It's getting a little crowded and he's lost sight of you.
He doesn't think much of it until he starts to hear a commotion and your voice can be heard. His heart drops as he jumps up, regretting it immediately. Partly because his leg, and also because the noise you made wasn't one of despair.
He leaves the bags, sure no one will bother them, and moves to find you. There's a sudden burst of music and cheering and after a moment, there you are, dancing along with the crowd, smiling ear to ear.
Levi can just watch, you're aura so bright you're positively glowing. You see him and wave and he smiles as you get turned around, your joy easily spreading to him.
Levi stands there a little to long and when his leg spasms his smile fades some. Even if this isn't a usual activity of his, if he had wanted to join you, it would be difficult.
He leans on his cane and moves his weight off the one leg the best he can. If there was a sign of grief on his face he wipes it away before you can notice, not wanting to upset your moment.
He watches your dress and hair float along behind you, following as you change partners. You catch his eye every time you swing by him, so radiant he swears he can't feel any pain.
You want so badly for him to join, in the back of your mind you realize it would be quite an astonishing thing, but you still wish it. You would slow down for him, sway happily to the fast music with everyone still twirling behind you.
And you could almost swear he wants the same. So on your next turn around, you reach out of formation with everyone else, and time seems to relax as Levi also reaches for you, leaving the cane clattering to the ground as your hands find each others.
You bump chests from the force, but you hold him tightly when he starts to stumble. He grips onto your sides for support and leans forward into your arms, close enough to feel the hot air against his cheek as you try to slow your breathing.
"Hi." You giggle as he smiles again, and he feels safe in your hold. He reaches a hand up and thumbs your cheek.
"So, you like to dance." He notes.
You kiss his cheek. "I guess a little. But don't think-" You try to make sure he knows your best is just being with him.
"One day." Levi says, almost sorrowfully.
You shake your head, mouth opening again, but he stops you.
"One day, we'll dance. Promise?" He means it as a statement, but it comes out a question, his eyes almost pleading for a reassuring response.
Oh, how this man holds all of your heart. "Levi, you can do anything. I can't wait for that day." And with a voice only above a whisper you quiet any negativity that might have clouded his mind.
"You're beautiful." He says into your ear, resting his head on your shoulder. His words also mean I love you, and I can't picture my life without you. Do you know he never would have made it this far without you?
You squeeze him and stay latched onto each other for a short time.
"Come on, let's get going." You pull away first, picking up Levis cane. He takes it and heads back to where he left your bags, and you go get the ones you left at the vendor before the impromptu dance session.
Turning around to head over to Levi you pause when you see he's still going a bit slow. It breaks your heart knowing how bad he wants to be bad to his old self. There's still so much work to do, and though you know he can and you'll be right there with him, you hope he doesn't push himself too hard.
"Ready to go?" You ask, keeping your thoughts to yourself for now.
As much goes in the cart as can fit and Levi insists on taking the other bags from you. You let him but will argue if you see it's getting too much.
"We got a lot of good stuff today." You smile about the lot of goodies you have. "It's a little late so, maybe we'll save the squash for tomorrow. Oh, how about the pasta and peppers this evening?"
You notice it takes Levi a moment to respond and look to check in with him. "Levi?" He's pushing himself again.
You stop so he stops, and you forcefully pull the bags he's holding away from him and set them and the cart down.
He puts most of his weight on the cane and is surprised when you almost jump forward and hold his cheeks, kissing his lips softly.
"You'll get there. I know it." You assure him. "It will take time. And that's okay."
He sighs and nods and let's you carry the bags and slows down.
"Can I help you make dinner?" He asks quietly.
"Of course. I love when you help me." He can do that sitting down most of the time, and still be with you while doing it.
As you get closer to home you mindlessly hum the tune you danced to, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
Levi doesn't say anything as he gets stuck in his own head. It was clear you wanted him to join. And he wanted to so bad. Not that he liked dancing, but just to do it with you.
It will take time. He knows you're right. Your support and encouragement are a comfort to him. He'll benefit from it most on days he thinks it's not worth trying, and seek it out even after he doesn't need the cane anymore.
Things are put away once you're home and dinner is made. It's an easy evening as you have things to do in the morning, so you clean up and finish the night helping Levi with some leg exercises.
"You're doing so well." You tell him again, leaning in to kiss him anytime you see his eyebrows twitch, indicating some discomfort.
He looks into your eyes as he finishes the last round with your assistance. It has been getting easier, and he believes you when you tell him he can get through this.
"Do you remember the name of the song?" Levi asks later on after you've settled in bed, hand caressing your cheek.
You tell him with a yawn, already half asleep, snuggling closer to him.
"I had a lovely evening." You say it in a way that means thank you, you've got this, and good night, all in one.
"Good night, love." Levi saves the song name with him, so that he can have it play once he's able to fulfill the promise.
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2smolbeans · 4 months
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Love Me, Love Me Not (2.5)
Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader
Summary: You begin to contemplate your relationship with Marco after he's kept you long enough inside his apartment while sending you a few mixed signals..
Tags: One-sided relationship (?), potential poly with one yan and two poor darlings, kidnapping, hostage keeping, mixed feelings, yan best friend, belittling, isolation, nsfw implications, he's in love with his darling- but he's also interested with you.., just me rambling before I put part 3
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Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon to the orignal storyline--
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It's been what? Two months or so, ever since Marco had kept you locked up inside his cozy apartment. Every day is a blur. You always had a hard time telling what time or month it was. Same routine, same everything. It was tiringly comforting. It made you feel safe knowing what would happen. Marco would leave in the morning for work. You'd be left in the apartment to your own devices. Hours would pass, he'd come home, and you'd lock yourself in your room. You didn't have to worry about work. You didn't have to worry about chores. Your only worry was cleaning the place and looking pretty. But. That same routine was starting to eat at you. The desperation in something new was beginning to knaw at you. You wanted more. You felt like a zoo animal kept in captivity. You want to go outside to see the streets - hell to at least go inside a supermarket! Anything!
You're confused about the relationship that the two of you share. He hates you, but he wants you by his side. He often belittes you whenever he has the chance. Going out of his way to demean you with every chance he has. You want something? Well, why don't you go on your hands and knees and beg like the loyal dog you are? You want to talk to him? Well, why should he? Go on, convince him, and give him a reason why he should respond back to those dumb questions you're so persistent on asking.
But at the same time, he's clinging to you from the moment he gets home. Either sitting on the edge of your bed while he talks about his day at work. Cuddling right next to you without any say while you lazily switch through the tv channels. Or even on some nightly occasions, he's tightly snuggled up against you underneath the sheets of his bed. And on rare occasions.. He's often kissing the side of your neck with his hands in between your legs, whispering praises while he drinks in the sounds you make. Of course, only to then miserably make an excuse of how he was doing you a favor since he couldn't reciprocate those feelings for you. He was only making out with you out of pity! Wow, he must feel a lot of pity for you then for it to happen more than once...
What about your darling Marco?
You've asked him about it so many times. If he has her, then why is he doing those things with you? But, whenever you even bother bringing up the topic, he just shuts you up with a glare or threat. You're confused about him, and Marco, at times, seems confused about how he feels about you.. Oh well, it was a useless thought to dwell on. At the end of the day, Marco was a murderer who was soon going to kill you once he got tired of you. But what difference did it make? You were also one as well.. What better were you from him? Sure, you were pressured by him to commit the murders you did.. But you could've at least fought back? Why didn't you fight back? God, why couldn't you have tried to show some restraint? Your life or theirs, you should've at least died trying..
Does that matter anymore? You shouldn't care about that anymore. What's done is done. You should get over it. You don't care if you're being selfish. You want a fresh start. You want to be outside again. You look outside the window, looking down as you see the streets and people who walk around freely.
Just how long was this going to last?
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cosmos-coma · 1 month
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My Sun, My Star- Epilogue
A/N: Hello! This is just a short little scene I thought would be sweet! Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments and reblogs and a BIG THANK YOU for the astounding 130+ followers I gained from this series alone! You guys are wonderful!!
Pairing: Bucky x Reader / Winter soldier!Bucky x Reader
Words: 665
Warnings: None! just fluff :)
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“Come on- let us see..!” Sam urged as he tried to peer around the Soldier’s broad shoulders, only for your Star to turn his back on him again. Even Natasha was trying to get in on the fun and see her honorary niece. She had a mission to become the coolest aunt on the team and she had to start right away to get ahead of the others.
“No.” The Winter Soldier simply answered, easily side-stepping and maneuvering around their advances.
He was too busy staring down at your daughter Selene’s little sleeping face. He had barely wanted to give her up since she arrived a day ago and refused to let her go for anyone who was not yourself. You only smiled and shook your head. You knew he was just trying to soak up his time with her while he still could. 
But this time you didn’t feel sad as you knew the end of his time was drawing near. Your eyes did not pool with tears and your voice did not quiver because in the short weeks before your pregnancy came to a close you and Bucky had been talking. You wanted to see how he felt about maybe letting the Winter Soldier out a little more often, or perhaps just not pushing back quite as hard when he needed him. It didn’t have to be for days or weeks on end, but something to make sure he didn’t get lost in the background again, to make sure he knew he had people waiting for him. And while you and Bucky hadn’t actually gotten around to making a firm agreement you’d like to see him try to deny you after today. Between giving birth in a safe house and the heroic actions of the former assassin, you don’t think he’d have the heart to say no to your request.
“Y/n, tell your boyfriend I want to see the newest member of the team…” Sam turned to you with defeat written in his frown as he failed to get a good look. 
“And I need to become the cool aunt before Wanda gets a chance to show off her magic,” Natasha chimed in as she tried to fake him out- it didn’t work.
You held your hands up, “I’m afraid it’s out of my hands guys… You’ll just have to wait your turn like everyone else.”
“Wow… and here I thought we were friends,” Sam joked as he shook his head before going back in for a few more tries. 
“And to think I made you my famous pancakes…” 
You laughed as they were blocked at every turn, it honestly didn’t even look like the Soldier was trying too hard either. Still, Your heart shone rays of joy as you laid back in the comfy chair of the tower, enjoying the entertainment before you as you took your own time to soak up moments with your beloved star. 
On the way back from the safe house you had told him about the talks that you and Bucky had. You could see before he even said a word that he was beyond excited to know he would see both of you again. The way his eyes widened ever so slightly, the way the corners of his mouth fought beyond their better judgment to crack a smack smile, his expression said it all. You reminded him that nothing had been settled yet, but he couldn’t care less about that, he just had only one request:
“Yes, my star?”
He smiled, a little less awkward now as he gained practice, “Promise me you’ll take photos when I’m not there, okay?” he looked down at her as he spoke, his hopeful smile shining down as she lay in your arms, “Promise me that I’ll still get to be a part of every single moment, okay?”
Your heart melted and you smiled softly, “Of course, My Star… You’ll be with us every step of the way.”
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itsscromp · 6 months
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Could I ask for Jason with a kid reader who sort of just follows him around when he's on patrol? And the reason why is because he saved their sister once and so they're grateful and are building up the courage to give him a gift! Something like a drawing
Jason Todd/Red Hood x reader
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OOOOOH an interesting idea anon, Honestly I've been itching to write some more Jason again so I thank you for helping me :D. Word count:746
You've had it in your pocket for almost two weeks now, You needed to find him. He had to be around here somewhere. The story is, Red Hood saved your sister who worked in the diner when it was getting raided by some of the freaks gang. He took them all out so fast, Your sister seeing the whole thing and told you.
You had to do something to thank him, so you decided to make him a drawing of the whole fight, Including a few of your own twists with it like adding "Just another day of kicking butt in Gotham" as a comic bubble for red hood.
But now was the bigger issue of finding him, You didn't know where he was. He was always on the move trying to find the next bit of trouble. So every night for the next two weeks. You got out on your bike and tried to find him.
"He's gotta be here I know it" You said to yourself as you stared at your drawing one last time, you then got on your bike and rode through Gotham City.
Reaching the Financial district, you saw more freaks as they were causing destruction and mayhem. You tried to ride away but one then saw you as you tried to get away.
"Stop the kid !!!!" They shouted as you tried to pedal faster, but their brute then stopped you dead in your tracks, knocking you off your bike.
"Please don't hurt me !!" You pleaded them.
"This ain't gonna cut it, kid. Hand over everything you got !!!" They picked you up by your collar and stared at you menacingly.
"Let the kid go !!!" A voice said in the distance.
"Oh crap it's red hood !!"
You saw him as he approached the brute, he was here to save you.
"Don't worry kid your safe now" He reassured you as he then looked at the brute.
"I ain't gonna repeat it muscle head, let the kid go !!"
He smirked as he then dropped you and turned to red hood.
"Oh yeah ??, what are you gonna do about it dumb hood ??" He then charged at him while he quickly dodged him and shot him with his non-lethal bullet.
It turned into a huge brawl as you ran for safety, Watching on as you saw Red Hood kicking the freak's asses, Wow he was amazing at fighting. He fought them all off like it was nothing, Probably not even breaking a sweat.
When it was all over, All of them defeated, He looked around, Hoping you were safe. "Kid ?? Where are you ??" He looked for you worriedly.
You then slowly emerged as you went up to him. "I'm ok... Thank you"
"What were you doing here on your own ??, It's too dangerous to be out here"
"I... I was looking for you for the past two weeks" you looked at the ground sheepishly.
He tilted his head slightly in confusion. "Why were you looking for me ??"
"You saved my sister at the Gotham Diner two weeks ago, She told me how you saved her and fought off the freaks, I... I wanted to give you something to thank you."
He walked up to you and kneeled to your height as you pulled out of your pocket the drawing. He unfolded and saw your amazing creation, The eyes on his mask creasing, Indicating he was smiling under it.
"Looks like we got ourselves a little Gotham Picasso, What's your name kid ??"
"Y/n, My sister's name was S/n"
"Yeah, I remember S/n, Tell your sister that I was glad to be able to help ok y/n ??"
"I promise red hood"
He smiled again and ruffled your hair.
"Thank you for this, I really like it"
You smiled brightly and quickly gave him a big hug before you then rode back home.
"Stay safe Red Hood!!!" You shouted before you peddled quickly back home.
It was times like these when Jason remembers why he does what he does, He gives people in this city hope, a light to look up too. No matter how dark it got.
He held onto the drawing for the remainder of his patrol and when he got back to the belfry at the crack of dawn. He then hanged it on his wall. Always going to it whenever he feels down. It made him smile every damn time.
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itjazzbicch · 6 months
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Interesting Rivalry
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Pairing: MK1!Reiko x Fem Reader
First time writing for Reiko, so I hope I did well and you all enjoy!
Summary: Being second in command under General Shao, the reader believes that Reiko is jealous of her and while handling duties during the Sun Do Festival, their “rivalry” takes an interesting turn…
(Also this does not take place during the MK1 Storyline. Just a random fic. I main Reiko, wanted some spiciness so here we are lol)
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Swearing, mentions of previous wars, unprotected sex, soft choking)
Word Count: 1.5k
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“Do you really think that’s appropriate to be wearing, Y/N? We may be at the festival, but we’re on duty.”
“Reiko,” I huffed, swatting my hand at him, “I understand you take your job beyond seriously, but I can still do mine while honoring the festival traditions with my costume.”
“Pfft,” He rolled his eyes, following alongside me as we were doing our patrol, not thinking that I heard the slick comment under his breath, “I still have no idea why General Shao made you second in command.”
“I’m convinced that you think that you’re the only person who has experienced war. You’re not. There are others who have lived through it, have fought through it. That’s why General Shao chose me,” I explained, darting an eye at him with my hand on the hilt of my sword, “Or you can see for yourself. It’ll explain it all much better.”
“Are you threatening me?” He growled, stopping in his tracks, and I finally had enough of him, getting right in his face:
“Next time, it’ll be a promise, if you keep it up with this jealously that you have towards me.”
“Jealous? You think-“
Mid-sentence, we both heard a scream, our little dispute being put on hold as I followed the scream.
Our only duty for the night was to make sure everyone was safe and enjoying the festival.
Ignoring Reiko behind me, I noticed some civilians who were visibly intoxicated were trying to set off fireworks.
It was knocked over and flying all over the place.
In a flash, my blade not visible to others naked eye, but I sliced it in two, my trajectory sending into the sky.
“Wow, Lieutenant Y/N! You’re amazing!” The civilians were impressed, returning their kind compliment with a smile:
“You’re too kind. I’ve noticed that you’ve been having a little too much fun. Let’s get you all home.”
I was scolded time to time by my fellow military comrades for being “too kind”, but Outworld was at peace and one way to make sure our people were happy and felt safe was by being kind and showing we cared.
“Sure you don’t want to stick around for a few drinks, Lieutenant?”
“Yeah! A beautiful thing like you deserves a nice drink after working as hard as you do.”
“A generous offer that I appreciate, but I am on duty. Maybe another time,” I laughed, getting them to their destination.
Still laughing, I returned to find Reiko waiting, a disgusted look on his face.
“What?” I scoffed, paying close attention as he went to speak, then started laughing, shaking his head:
“I’m not even going to waste my breath.”
“That’s it,” I huffed out with anger, taking stance in front of him, “General Shao can punish me however he pleases. I’m sick of you always treating me the way you do and being a wise crack.”
“So willing to lose your position?” He teased, also taking stance.
As I stayed still and thought about it, trying to fight him was stupid, fixing my posture and turning my back.
“Now that I think about it, you’re not worth it. Go patrol the third route. Not like you’d be a challenge, anyways.”
I was shaking as the temptation to fight was vigorous, but I decided to be mature and walk away.
Watching some fireworks for a moment eased that feeling, till I felt someone take my hand.
“Oh no. We’re settling this. One way or another,”
We were right by one of our patrol stations and before I could speak, he was taking me inside and I couldn’t understand what this overwhelming feeling was when his lips met mine.
“That’s if you can even handle it,” Winking at me made my heart race more, cocking my eyebrow at him.
“We’re on duty,” I said sternly, but his laugh sparked a wild fire within me:
“Buhaha! I thought I was the one who ‘took my job too seriously’.”
I don’t know what overtook me, suddenly grabbing his waistband, pulling so our hips together.
“Don’t think I’m so fragile and innocent,” I smirked, seeing the rush wave through his bright eyes with my next whisper, “Show me what you’re made of.”
Looking towards the window, we both listened to the booming fireworks, music, distant chatter, seeing some civilians pass by.
Kissing with a hand softly taking my throat, he moved us out of sight, throwing me back on the small desk in the tower, nearly tearing my skirt while snatching away my panties.
“Hasn’t anyone every taught you to treat a lady, you brute?” I scolded, fixing my skirt, being silenced by the strength he put into his hands, gripping my hips and pulling them off the edge of the desk.
“This isn’t exactly what you’d call a treat,” He smirked, watching between my legs, “I told you, we’re settling this. I’m settling this.”
“Actions speak louder than-“ My head dropped back hard along with my jaw at how his cock nearly tore me in two, balls deep with just one thrust, making my voice crack, “W-Wor-ah!”
“Just shut up and take me, huh?” He snickered, beginning to roll his hips with a quickening tempo.
“You shut up,” I whistled through my teeth, hard to believe how easily he had me crumbling beneath him, but enjoying every ounce of pleasure, having a war in my mind over it.
What little noise I was making was dying to be turned into screams. There was a pool of heat building up that I was already close to drowning in, hiding my face behind my hands, so desperate that I was biting the back of my hand.
“Oh c’mon, Y/N,” Slowing his thrusts, he fixed my legs against his chest and shoulders, then quickly snatched my wrists to keep them pinned and exposing my face, “You know you don’t want to be so quiet. I can see it all over your face.”
The vein in my neck was throbbing so hard that I was afraid it may explode, going to try and speak, but only hollow moans came out, a sting in my eyes as he pushed my legs towards me by leaning, his tip smacking so deep that my whole body jolted, making me scream out:
“Damn, Reiko!”
All I could hear were the explosions of fireworks and his damned laugh, putting my pride and ego to the side as the jolts in my hips became uncontrollable, walls pulsating and burning up so much that a tear rolled down my cheek.
“Reiko! Reiko! S-Shi-“
His weight on top of me had me panting as he leaned further to meet my nose with his, enjoying every second of me being submissive.
“Cum on my dick,” He smiled against my cheek, very much right with his next words, “You know you want to.”
“Shit, I’m cuming,” I said more so to myself, cracking like a stone, the orgasm running towards me was so powerfully, I needed something to hold onto, able to break his grip again and let my nails dig into his forearms, “Reiko, I-; Ngh! Damn it!”
“By the, ngh-“ My back arched with my walls having a death grip around his cock, making him groan and immediately have to pull out, holding himself tightly, “You said you weren’t so innocent, right?”
When I went to pick myself up and stand, my legs ached, not bothering to fight it and falling to my knees, pushing his hand away and taking his cock, pumping as my lips closed around his tip, looking up through my lashes as I felt his hand on my head.
“How obedient and sweet, you are,” He teased, eyes closing tight with a rumble as his hot seed shot into the back of my throat, slowly stroking out every drop.
Picking my head up with my jaw a bit hung, I showed that I swallowed every drop, breathing out:
“I just didn’t want you making a mess on one of my favorite festival costumes.”
“Right,” His eyes rolled with a laugh, looking towards the window and quickly fixing himself, instructing me, “Up. Now.”
“Who is it? I can’t thanks to you,” I tried to stand but couldn’t I was so worn down, but he picked me up gently, sitting me down in the chair in the corner.
“It’s General Shao,”
“Shit-“ Sore or not, I had to get up, but he sat me back down, assuring:
“Just sit. I’ll take care of it. I’m sure he only wants a report since you walked those civilians home.”
Staying put, I watched out the window as he went out to General Shao, listening as best I could, hearing him say at one point:
“Great Lieutenant Y/N is, General.”
That put a smile on my face because it sounded like he truly meant it, in that moment, seeing his gaze find mine through the window, flashing a smile and waving and the face he made in return made me burst out in laughter, watching and saying to myself:
“Oh, Reiko. Don’t you dare think this is over. This was only round one.”
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moon-catto · 2 years
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Wondering about Gojo's having a super introverted S/O
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Because I'm really suck at socializing with people in real life. I'm literally stuttering even when I'm trying to say a simple good morning like bruh, twenty one years of living and suffering and this is what I've become? I'm beyond disappointed with my life. My ten year old nephew is having a better social life than me smh 😒
Warning: hurt/comfort. Mention of panic attacks, trust issues and insecurities.
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The first time Gojo realized he likes you is when he talked to you. And by talking i mean a lot.
You're more of a listener rather than a speaker. You love hearing stories from people and Gojo never bored you, always fascinated you when he talks about the curse he fought earlier, this new dessert shop, and a stray cat that looked a lot like Megumi.
He always like to talk too much, so he's afraid he annoyed you but he found you listening to him so attentively, paying attention at the little things he mentioned. You even remembered and bought the spesific flavor of kikufuku he liked or how he doesn't like the crust of the bread.
And his heart skipped a beat whenever your eyes gazes at him with so much attention and when you laugh at something he said, it just made his day. Oh wow, it's actually nice when someone appreciated you like this. He thought. So he did the same to you.
Listening to your small stories and taking notes on what you like then proceeds to buy it the next day.
Anyway, Gojo who is a pure extrovert and loud 24/7 is having a crush on an awkward bean like you and me is something you would never expected, like ever.
So it's safe to say that you're confused as to why this tall and fine 😫 ass paint brush is suddenly flirting with you so shamelessly while desperately asking you on a date that he almost cried. Just kidding, he cried on his way home though lmaoooo
You're having a crisis on this because sir??? Are you blind? What made you even fall in love with me? I'm literally an invisible wallflower??
It's basically you're overthinking this and suspect he might've had some ulterior motives behind all of his questionable actions. Maybe you read too many wattpads and think he placed some bet on you with some rich ass kids or something.
Cause ahem, trust issues and our beloved ✨insecurities✨. Honestly, same tho.
So it's like a chase between you and him. You dodging his advances to save your heart and him suffering inside because you broke his heart daily.
Like gurl, he wanna scream his love to you so badly like how can you be so dense?? He have this heart eyes shooting at you everytime you showed in his range of vicinity.
He's thinking about showing in front of your house in the middle of the night with I LOVE YOU SO MUCH Y/N I SWEAR in a ridiculously big board written with those bright neon lights and glow in the dark pen.
But then you would think he meant it for someone else and he's back home sobbing after breaking the board into half.
You made him overthinking this too. He's thinking about so many strategies to gently approach you and gain a bit of your trust.
Because if he thinks about it, it's sad that you're that distrustful about the idea of him loving you. More like, you're scared that he actually loves you. It made his heart crushed further.
So he's determined to get closer to you and made you comfortable with him.
He asked Nanami for advices.
And Mei-Mei to give you gifts you like.
So when you finally agreed to go on a date with him, he changed his outfits five times.
Used one hour to decide which perfume he used today and thinking is it fine to propose marriage to you on the first date or not.
Of course he decided not to after Nanami deadass screamed NO, YOU DUMBASS when he called him. tHanK gOD.
Anyway, you both dine at a fine restaurant and the date went smoothly until he confessed.
And the crowd goes wild!
They're cheering on you and he had no idea that it pressured you inside.
I have this nasty experience and i feel so nauseous, i just ran from the crowd because everything feels so stuffy.
So you did the same.
"I'm- i'm sorry..."
He watched in horror as your face turned pale and your fingertips trembling on the table before storming off.
And the crowd goes "Oh.... 😧"
Oh he fucked up badly.
He chased after you with his heart practically jumping out of his chest at the thought of he might've scared you with his sudden confession.
"Stupid Satoru!" He scolded himself when he saw you leaning on the fence of the basketball field(?) cause it's empty at night? (Right?)
"Y/N..." He's at the verge of tears when you looked at him with glassy eyes.
He's hesitant to reach you, fear that he might scare you further.
And you're feeling guilty when he showed up with messy appearance. Hair sticking out everywhere, clothes crinkled, and his shades is a bit crooked on one side.
"S-sorry, i-"
"No, no. " He cut you off gently. "I'm the one who's sorry, i have no idea that i was pressuring you." He sighed and blinked several times to prevent his tears from gliding over his face—he looked pathetic and pathetic he is, because not only he failed to impress you, he's also scaring you with his self-proclaimed perfectly made date plan.
"I'm so fucking sorry... " In the end he can't contain his own worry so he cried :(
And that's when you realized that he's actually genuinely have feelings for you.
So you hesitantly coming towards him, wiping his tears with your trembling palms.
"D-dont cry... " Your voice cracked at the perfect timing /sarcastic.
Ah, you just made him cry louder.
Anyway that's how your first date ended with both of you chilling in the ice cream parlor nearby with puffy eyes and stuffy nose.
It was truly an unforgettable memory.
After that day, he thought he lost his chance with you forever.
But you surprised him by saying yes after some days.
And he cried. Again.
Boi, he becomes a crybaby whenever he's with you.
He can't help it, you turn him into a softie now.
So take responsibility he said >:(
It's a new relationship with new challenges and uncertainties ahead of you.
But with him beside you, you think you can go through it all.
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Damn these midnight thoughts put tears on my eyes. This should've been a bit longer but i will post the rest at part two :3
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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Prime Encounter
This scene was co-written with @mcgamejolter. The scene is also based on this animation by DedGrafic.
During Cosmic Discoveries, OMT!Tails was thrown into the Prime Sonic universe by Lost Memory Sonic and knocked out from the impact. A few moments later, Sonic Prime/Modern Sonic showed up, seeing the alternate version of his best bud lying on the floor.
Modern Sonic: Huh? What's up with the blue shoes? Yo, Tails!
As he knelt down to have a closer look, another portal opened behind him, prompting him to leap out of the way as LM!Sonic showed up.
LM!Sonic: Urgh... You could've just stayed out of my business, Prower, and you managed to screw up even THAT.
He held OMT!Tails up by his ankle.
LM!Sonic: You should never have become the hero of your world. You're a mistake, child.
OMT!Tails (in a daze): Uh... Mom, I don't wanna go to school today... I've got a headache...
LM!Sonic: You're an abomination, a danger to others AND to yourself.
On cue, Sonic Prime sped right through him, moving OMT!Tails to a safe position before going back to confront his alternate self.
Sonic Prime: Hey, man. If you're part of Eggman's new army of creepy eyes, you'd better hit the hay if you know what's-!
LM!Sonic promptly bashed him out of the way.
LM!Sonic: SILENCE!
Once Sonic Prime impacted with a tree, his hands were quickly restrained via energy spheres.
LM!Sonic: To think you're the "Prime" version of myself. Disgusting... You once fragmented this reality, creating wars between dimensions and threatening thousands of lives. There's not much difference between you and this two-tailed freak; you're both ticking time bombs that could wreak havoc on reality.
Sonic Prime: Oh, brother. I found someone even grumpier than Shadow. Hey, what's up with you beefing about the whole Shatterverse incident that happened a while ago?!
Shadow Prime arrived on the scene.
Shadow Prime: Well, to be fair, he's right.
Sonic Prime: Hey, wow!
Shadow Prime (to LM!Sonic): However, that still doesn't justify why you've come here. So I suggest you leave now!
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LM!Sonic glared at Shadow Prime hatefully, seeing ANY Shadow being his big berserk button.
LM!Sonic: Get out of my way! That sorry excuse of a sidekick is coming with me!
Shadow Prime: So it's the kid you want, huh?
Sonic Prime: Hey, now. I don't want another Nine situation, so I hope you're not thinking about giving Tails to red eyes over there-!
Right then and there, Shadow Prime charged at LM!Sonic as they engaged in combat.
Sonic Prime (genuinely surprised): Huh. I'm... I'm actually surprised.
As the fight went on, OMT!Tails wearily woke up, noticing Sonic Prime restrained.
OMT!Tails: Oh? Hang on! I'll get you down from there.
He disabled the spheres, letting Sonic come back down to terra-firma.
Sonic Prime: Thanks, dude! So... alternate universes... Tell me about it.
OMT!Tails: You know, I remember seeing you a few months back. Weren't you being chased by that robot that wanted the Paradox Prism?
Sonic Prime: Metal X? Yeah, that would be me.
OMT!Tails gasped in awe, his thoughts ultimately confirmed.
OMT!Tails: So you ARE Prime Sonic!
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Sonic Prime: The one and only! Fastest thing alive with no-one to serve except the wind that flows free! What more can I ask for than the freedom to go wherever I want! Well... Except, it's clean-up duty again. Someone's gotta fix the mess Baldy McNosehair did.
OMT!Tails: Heh, figures. So, will Shadow be alright trying to fight off that psychopath on his own?
Sonic Prime: Shadow? Oh, please! He's fought a giant lizard and an alien god trying to destroy humanity. What else could some edgy-looking version of myself possibly do?
OMT!Tails: I mean, there's all sorts of variations of you out there, several of which have got this huge Society aiming to keep the wider multiverse safe!
Sonic Prime: So I've heard. I gotta admit, it's really weird seeing hedgehogs that look like me but with different-coloured fur across those multiversal stretches. Speaking of that... is it me, or was that a version of Nine I saw the other day?
OMT!Tails: It sure was!
Sonic Prime: So, where do you plan to go from here? Besides obviously running from that psycho.
OMT!Tails: Well, I've still got some more work to be doing with my own multiversal team once I get moving again.
On cue, LM!Sonic was kicked close to the two.
LM!Sonic: H-How is he so strong...?! This isn't fair! He should've fallen by now!
And fittingly, Shadow Prime kicked him right in the face.
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Shadow Prime: Leave now, freak, unless you want me to kick your ass a second time.
Sonic Prime: (to Shadow) Nice work, Shadow! (to OMT!Tails) See? Told ya he could beat him no problem!
OMT!Tails: Heh, sweet!
LM!Sonic got up, frustrated.
LM!Sonic: You weren't even giving it your all! Urgh, Maria would be so ashamed of-.
OMT!Tails: Woah woah woah WOAH! Haven't you even researched the golden rule related to Shadows?
LM!Sonic: Enlighten me, "genius".
OMT!Tails: Do. NOT. Mention. Maria. Out loud. When Shadow is in proximity!
Shadow Prime cracked his knuckles, not at all chuffed with this version of Sonic speaking foul of Maria.
Shadow Prime: So unless you're looking for a death wish, leave our world... and never come back!
LM!Sonic: Fine, then! (to OMT!Tails) But this isn't over, fox! I'll get you yet!
LM!Sonic made his retreat through another portal.
Sonic Prime: Aaaand we'll never see him again.
Shadow Prime: You'd better get back to wherever you came from, Tails. We're not looking to get involved in whatever situation this is.
OMT!Tails: Yeah, that's a good call.
OMT!Tails prepared to leave.
OMT!Tails: Oh, yeah. Before I go, if it at least helps you feel a little better, Shadow, there's always at least one universe where she's alright. Well, see you both around!
OMT!Tails left, Shadow Prime being left to process Tails's words.
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Shadow Prime: You know... I prefer him over Nine any day.
Sonic Prime: Oh, come on! Nine wasn't that bad either!
The two began running off.
Shadow Prime: Yeah, but at least this Tails didn't try to kill us.
Sonic Prime: Uuurgh! You're never gonna live that down, are you?
Shadow Prime: Nope.
Sonic Prime: You know what? I shouldn't have asked.
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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)
• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader
• Genre: smut, fluff
• Warnings: explicit content, sexual content, sensual sex, kinda ooc Levi
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Only in underwear and with an aching heart I view my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I can’t help but to compare myself with the other women my age. Their bodies aren’t full of scars and flaws, while mine is clearly painted from the war. I don’t even know why I keep making such a big deal about it, after all I am not some young thing trying to impress men. I’m the mother of a six month old, in her late thirties and happily married for about a decade now. I fought a war, saw people die and was on the brink of death about a dozen of times myself. But still I feel like some 20 year old that never had to face all this stuff, leaving her appearance her biggest problem.
„She’s finally asleep“, I hear Levi saying, snapping me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even hear him coming into the room. „Everything okay, dear?“ he asks while limping towards the bed and sitting down.
I turn around, arms wrapped around my belly. It feels pathetic to admit it. „Not fighting for my life everyday made me notice my looks“, I admit quietly, tears welling up in my eyes. Levi looks at me, his nose scrunched like I told him about a talking pile of dust. „What do you mean?“
„The war disfigured me.“ Tears are streaming down my face now but Levi still looks at me, like he doesn’t understand a single thing. He scoots over and pats on the mattress. „Lay down.“ Now it’s my turn to look confused. „Just do it“, he insists, and so I make my way towards the bed too and lay down, just as he told me. My hair, still wet from the shower I just took, tousles all over the pillow and it’s like I can feel the knots tying themselves back in.
Levi is on the foot of the bed now, his eyes softened as he looks at me. „Stop talking shit“, he says. „The war didn’t disfigured you. Quite the opposite. How can you not realize that this makes you even more attractive? The way you survived the impossible?“
His hands sneak to my feet, massaging them, before lifting both and kissing my ankles. „Your feet walked you so many miles, you ran right into your death just to serve humans you don’t even know personally, to make sure they’re safe.“ He kisses my ankles again. „And they’re never afraid to kick my ass if I need it.“ A soft smile crawls upon my lips.
He moves up to my clean shaved legs. „It’s impressive that your shinbones never broke“, he mumbles against my skin, placing kisses all over my lower leg. „How often and how hard you fell during battles.“
Then he moves up to my thighs. „And don‘t get me started on your thighs“, Levi speaks, kissing them too, even marking them like he did sometimes when we were younger. „So muscular from all the horse riding. And so perfect around my hips and head.“ I couldn’t suppress a giggle, which earns me a bright smile from Levi.
I shriek as he moves his hand under my body, massaging my ass. „How many hours did you sit on your pretty ass in this boring meetings that never brought us anywhere?“ A rhetoric question, but I answer anyways, playing along. „Enough.“ „And yet, it never gave up“, Levi says with a teasing smile, letting go of my bum. I wait for one of his typical jokes and look at him confused as nothing comes. „Wow, no joke about taking a shit?“ I ask jokingly, to which I earn a roll of his steel-blue eye. „I try to be romantic and sexy, brat.“ With a giggle I lean back again, letting him continue.
His next stop is the already wet area between my legs. His fingers caress over my panties and both of us feel the damp spot on it. He hooks his thumbs in the hem of the piece of clothing, searching for consent in my eyes. „May I?“ Instead of answering I raise my hips so he can take it off. Levi understands and pulls my white underwear down, the way it sticks on my vagina gives me a feeling of how incredibly wet I am already.
„Your perfect pussy“, he whispers after placing the piece of fabric next to him on the bed. „Making me feel things I didn’t even know were possible. And making you feel things with only a light touch.“ To prove his statement he placed a kiss on my clit, making me shiver. „And not only this. It was the door to this world for our babygirl.“
After a few strokes through my wet folds he makes his way further up to my tummy. „I know how much you despise your stretch marks but they show how well our daughter grew in you.“ Sweet kisses are placed all over my stomach. „You created life, dear. I didn’t thought you could get any more beautiful, but then I saw you becoming a mother.“ New tears sting in my eyes, but this time they are tears of joy.
As I feel his hands move upwards I instantly sit up to unclasp my bra, throwing it next to the bed before laying down again and with a pleased smile Levi cups my right breast while kissing my left one. He takes his time with them, moving his lips back and forth between them so he gives both equal attention before he speaks again. „Not only are your boobs beyond sexy, they also feed a living being.“
With that Levi moves further up again, now kissing my throat and neck. „I was always allowed to hide from the world in the crook of your neck.“ Another kiss. „And your throat a) always takes my cock so well and b) protects your vocal chords that create your beautiful voice.“
With this lewd, yet pure sentence he moves to my left arm, kissing it’s whole length down do my hand. „Your shoulders, always willing to stem the weight of others too, no matter how bad it hurts you as long the other one has it easier and your strong arms, always giving out the best hugs.“ Then he kisses the palm of my hand. „And your hands, making me realize that the world provides more than violence.“
His kisses come back to my face and start to cover my cheeks. „I love the tiny wrinkles next to your nose when you smile.“ My nose gets a kiss too. „And the way you scrunch your nose when you’re embarrassed.“ He travels up the bridge of my nose until he reaches my forehead. „Your smart head“, then left again to my ear. „And your open ear, always listening when someone needs it.“ Then under my eyes. „Those beautiful eyes of you and all the lovely ways they look at me.“
And then finally, Levi kisses my lips. „And your lips, curling up to the most beautiful smile in the world and giving the best kisses.“ I rarely ever see him like this. So soft and vulnerable without him having a beak down.
„Your scars and flaws make you even more beautiful“, he reassures once again before diving into another kiss, this time adding his tongue too.
His healthy hand sneaks down between my legs again and starts to please me by sinking two fingers in my dripping cunt. A moan leaves my lips while I roll my hips against his hand to feel him deeper inside of me. Chapped lips on mine muffle my moaning while I chase my high on my husbands fingers.
„I want your cock“, I whine breathless as I feel my pleasure increasing. „Cum on my fingers first. You’re so close, I can feel it.“ That’s all it needs for me to fall apart. With a dizzy feeling I watch Levi stripping, placing his clothes on the floor next to the bed while stroking his boner.
In awe I look at his body. Even though Levi can’t walk properly anymore he tries his best to stay in shape, even with his almost 40 years. Especially his arms are still fine toned due to the weight lifting he does. The scars on his body tell the story of Humanities Strongest, making him even hotter in my eyes.
I think I understand what he tried to tell me.
My mind goes blank as his cock finds my pussy, pushing his whole length into me. As I moan louder than intended he quickly places his lips on mine again, not wanting to wake up the baby. Or the neighbors.
With his lips on mine and his cock deep inside me, I am able to let go off my worries and I only concentrate on the feeling of his tongue and the feeling of my second orgasm building up while he moves in and out of me. Our mixed moans and the sound of skin against skin create a lewd symphony inside of our bedroom.
„Fuck (Y/n), I‘m cumming.“ My legs close tighter around him so he’s even closer. I want to feel him cum inside me. And that’s exactly what happens. I can feel his cock twitch and with a hiss, followed by a loud groan I feel the warmth of his sperm inside of me, which takes me over the edge too and has me trembling under his body and clenching around his cock while I embrace my heavy orgasm.
Goosebumps raise as Levi falls on the mattress besides me, his hair messy and his back scratched by my nails. „I love you so much“, I whisper in his ear, petting his head. „I love you too
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May I request the brothers with an MC who does martial arts and is kind of a menace? Like, they won't start conflict with anyone, just for the sake of violence. But of some jerk/bully demon harassed them enough they'd definitely kick the bully off his feet and throw him. I'm thinking the kind of MC who would try to strike Belphie's throat when he starts doing what he does in ch. 16. (I love your writing BTW. I hope you're having a great day. Remember to hydrate, rest and eat. :D)
(Awww! Thank you! I’ll definitely be sure to consume all my daily requirements! :D)
MC is a Martial Arts Master!
Lucifer
When Lucifer first saw MC flip a demon twice their height, he just about had a stroke then and there. What the hell are they feeding the humans up there??? Steroids and raw eggs???
According to MC, who was happy to explain, it’s just a matter of safely shifting one’s opponent’s weight. Well… at least MC will be somewhat safe down in the Devildom… who would expect a human to be able to do that?
Lucifer goes about his business as usual, but on one particular day, he gets curious.
He asks the human what kinds of fighting styles they’re sufficiently trained in, and they reply with “Judo, Karate, Ju Jitsu, Kung Fu-”
Lucifer’s eyebrows nearly shot upwards off his face. The human was this talented???? Huh… oh well. Impressive, but Lucifer had other matters to attend to-
MC IS NO LONGER ALLOWED TO GIVE LUCIFER’S BROTHERS LESSONS. THE PEACOCK HAS BEEN FLIPPED. I REPEAT, THE ELDERLY PEACOCK HAS BEEN FLIPPED.
Mammon
Honestly, Mammon is really hyped. He loves action movies, and any good action movie has a hero who can kick ass!
Any time the two of them watch an action movie together, Mammon points at the screen and asks “hey can you do that?”
No matter how ridiculous, he’s gonna ask. No Mammon, no normal human can backflip-kick someone while falling from an on-fire train.
Oh well! Not all is lost! Maybe he can set up some kinda underground fight club in order to rake in some extra dough… hmmmm… heh, oi, human, ya interested?
Even if MC says yes, Mammon will be promptly stopped by the brothers with brain cells at their disposal. Tsk… damn. Hey, MC, ya wanna teach your first man some fightin’ moves?
Leviathan
Woah! This is just like in every shonen anime ever! MC’s just going to get stronger and stronger, until eventually they’re able to destroy anyone who dares challenge them!
Levi is going to sit and watch from the sidelines with popcorn and some glow sticks to cheer his favourite human on!
*sigh* his human is so cool…
Now, Levi knows hand to hand combat, but… he’s just better at it in games. He’s more of a strategist. Huh… maybe he can hire MC to train some of his troops! Or maybe… he could teach MC how to use a sword, or a trident!
MC and Levi are battle buds now! Good god Levi, why did you give them a sharp object?
Satan
Now, Satan has spent thousands of years studying all manners of things, including fighting techniques and styles. He might be a bit out of practice, but he’s up for a sparring match-
Aaaaaaaand angry nerd got flipped. Easily… pathetically easily. Wow… is MC free for lessons? He’d like to… find a way to royally embarrass Lucifer.
After training, Satan is always ready to elegantly decompress. And by elegantly decompress, he means flop on the library couch right next to MC and… groan. He’s a little sore.
Once Satan’s body gets used to the constant fighting exercise, he’s the one who starts taking care of MC after training. He starts reading to MC as they relax on their bed together… wholesome stuff like that.
Now, Satan’s a smart guy, whenever MC is off being ridiculous and a menace, he’s nowhere nearby. But he’s got eyes everywhere… he’ll be sure to find out about all of MC’s shennaniganery for inspiration on how to fuck with Lucifer!
Asmodeus
“…hey, Mx. No Name Kid, 🎶 just who might you be? And would you fiiiiiiiight for me~ 🎶?”
Asmo just thinks it would be very romantic if someone fought someone on his behalf… save him from something dangerous, whisk him away to a lone retreat for some-
Okay that’s enough. Anyway, Asmo isn’t one for intense exercise or physical fights. Our sweet Avatar of Lust is more on the side of easily ripping someone to shreds and then moving on, a whole long fight just seems… yucky.
But Asmo is always ready to run MC a bath if some of their shenanigans gets them all messed up. He’s also willing to play nurse if MC wants~
All in all, supportive demon bestie/boyfriend, he’ll cheer MC on and film their ridiculousness!
Beelzebub
We all know Beel is a big dude, but MC has flipped bigger! They can do this!
No they could not. Beel got half-flipped then nearly landed on top of MC. It wasn’t even romantic! MC almost died!
As confused and bewildered as Beel was, he was quick to make sure MC was okay. Would Beel hugs fix this? Probably not considering MC was trying to prevent broken bones.
As different as Beel’s kind of fitness and MC’s kind of fitness is, he is totally down to train with MC.
Listen, when you see Beelzebub weight training the human exchange student, mind ya business, they’re trying to get shredded.
Belphegor
Okay listen, the throat punch and the absolute ASS BEATING that was given to him in the attic before he was finally able to “kill” MC was not very becoming of Belphie… ugh… it was very embarrassing, but in his defence- he uh… was half asleep! Yeah!
Anyway, Belphie doesn’t exactly care too much about MC’s fitness and martial arts training. He’s more concerned with fitness this whole blanket around the two of them while they nap together.
Well, okay, saying he doesn’t care is a bit of a stretch. It is impressive, but Belphie is more amazed by MC’s penchant for causing chaos and turning more of Lucifer’s hair grey.
Call him MC’s lazy new assistant because FUCK YEAH, HE’S GOING TO JUDO FLIP THAT PEACOCK IF IT KILLS HIM.
(It probably will)
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whatnotmemes · 1 year
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------------WILL WOOD’S “IN CASE I MAKE IT” SENTENCE STARTERS change as needed. mentions of death, grief, mental illness, etc.
TOMCAT DISPOSABLES “Happy to be home, safe and warm.” “Here’s where I’ll be raising my kids if I can find someone to start a family with.” “Is there cheese in the great beyond?” “Mind me not and I’ll mind my own.” “I think it saw my face.” “I’ll make it through again. I have before.” “C’mon, now, what’s one more?” “My dreams were finally a reality.” “My struggles had a happy ending.” “They must want to be friends.” “Something’s not quite right.” “Guess I’ll just go rest my head.” “I held on so tight, for so long.” “Was that all there was to this?”
BECOMING THE LASTNAMES “I've learned to pick my battles by losing most I've fought.” “I'll always do it my way, even if that's just the same way I was taught.” "Wow, can you believe we really made it?" “I know you don’t want kids, but think about a daughter.” “I learned from a good father.” “I mean, sure, they messed me up, but I think that's just the gig.” “Maybe it's just some hormones that kick in in your late twenties.” “I have laid a lot of women, and now I'd like to just lay down.” “Marriage always scared me.” “Marriage always scared me, but I'd like to have a last love.” “Can we be just like my parents when I was young?” “My frontal lobe's done growing, this might just be how I'm wired.” “I've made more mistakes than simple empty moments.” “There’ll be scalpers at the cemetery gates.” “If we grow old together, will you talk to my headstone?”
CICADA DAYS “The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize.” “God knows crying ain't gonna change a thing.” “It just feels inhumane to lose this much.” “The ground looks soft enough to bury this now.” “Oh, please, oh no!” “Do nothing. Nothing works.” “Don’t do that if it hurts.” “Let all my red flags fade to white. Yeah, I give up.” “Don’t let me leave.” “I’ll only take more than I gave.” “Okay, I’ll pack my stuff.” “My god, what have I done?”
EUTHANASIA “I was right there, while you fought tooth and nail.” “Say you’re not scared.” “Say you know I love you.” “I know that I’m wrong.” “I want to believe that you'll remember me when you're just memory.” “Can I stop by and say hello?” “Sorry. I would take it back if I could.” “To whom is it I talk?” “It’s okay. It’ll all be over soon.” “I’d never let a bad thing happen to you.” “Everybody dies fighting for their lives, just trying to survive.” “Now I know why we say that there's a better place that waits beyond the grave.” “I choose to believe that we'll meet in sweet dreams.”
FALLING UP “I’m pulling up daisies.” “Would or could the impact kill me?” “Shoot for the stars. Be the next big constellation.” “You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.” “Only plastic flowers never die.” “What do you know of control?” “Cut ties- shed the dead weight.” “I ain’t saying it’s fate, but there are no mistakes.” “Am I falling up?” “Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?” “The larger they are, the harder they tend to fall.” “From such height, life looks awful small.” “Second star to the right and straight on till you die.”
THAT’S ENOUGH, LET’S GET YOU HOME “Haunt my bedroom at night.” “Let’s get you home.” “They say ‘Grow up, be a man.’“ “Oh, my god, what’s wrong with me?” “Come and sweep me off my knees.” “I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.” “You seemed fine just a few days ago.” “Never mind, you win!” “Far too late came far too soon.” “Come, but keep your hands off of me.” “Go on back to bed, my love.” “Are you at all like me? Do you know what I mean?” “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s get you home.”
UM, IT’S KIND OF A LOT “I’m afraid of leaving my house.” “I’m afraid of dying of cancer.” “I’m afraid of losing my mind.” “I’ve never been afraid of no one breaking my heart.” “I’m afraid of damn near everything.” “I’ve grown used to fear.” “I love you so much it scares me half to death.” “I’m not used to this. How did it happen?” “I’m afraid that you’ll change your mind.” “I’m afraid there’s somebody better.” “I’m afraid you’ll notice all my flaws.” “I’m afraid I’ll come on too strong.” “I’ve never been afraid to wear my heart on my sleeve.” “I'm not used to fear of losing something I hold dear.” “Please excuse my constant need to self-aggrandize.” “Wait, let me think, hold on, I got this.” “Uhh, I mean, it's kind of a lot...”
HALF-DECADE HANGOVER “Wonder how I didn’t die.” “This is not my life.” “I’m no survivor. I only happened to survive.” “Bitch, I am reality.” “Me and sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue A.” “Either this, in jail, or dead.” “Jesus Christ, my aching head.” “Man, you call that recovered?” “You said, ‘You’ve got your whole life ahead.’ Oh great, another half a century to live to regret.” “I’d rather be anybody else instead.” “I can’t make amends for things I can't remember.” “I can only say I'm sorry and occasionally pray.” “Guess you’ll just have to take my word that I’ve changed.”
VAMPIRE REFERENCE IN A MINOR KEY “I’m turning over the same old leaf again.” “If it weren’t for the ‘everything’, then anything could happen.” “If anybody needs me, I’ll be in my coffin.” “I dig you like a tomb.” “I'm sorry for the things I've done and all I ask of you.” “If you still want me, come and find me in my coffin.” “You could come knocking and I’ll raise hell for you.” “Maybe I should switch up the style of my mistakes.” “I'd kill the man I am for one more chance to be yours.” “No, I ain't begging. I'm just saying it's an option.”
YOU LIKED THIS (OKAY, COMPUTER!) “We are eager to get to know you.” “You are only human, and we are here to help.” “You will finally be not only seen, but witnessed.” “You are broken and we will heal you.” “We work in our own proprietary mysterious ways.” “We have a plan for everyone, free of charge.” “Breaking news: the news is broken.” “Your enemies have been radicalized by an unknown force but you have stayed rational by educating yourself here.” “The revolution begins here.” “Your growth is organic and natural, like a field of poppies, carcinoma, and tick fit to burst.”
THE MAIN CHARACTER “I'm that first person they talk about in all the books.” “I wrote the book about throwing the book at those who don't do it by it.” “Enough lefts don't make a right but two wrongs do.” “If you shake your fist at snakes in grass it looks like punching down.” “God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being.” “I'm the gap between a tragedy and comedy.” “Don’t come at me.” “I’m the main character and you have to like me.” “Villains are everywhere- that's how I know that I'm the hero.” “Judge me by what my cover shows.” “We all do what we need to to get through. It’s nothing new.” “I ain’t done a fucking thing to you!”
AGAINST THE KITCHEN FLOOR “I don't owe you my heart, and I don't owe you my body.” “You should know that I'm sorry for being careless with you.” “I owe you more than I'm pretty sure I ever could give anybody.” “I swear I'm really trying.” “Get it together, ___- know and do better.” “It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for mе.” “I'm sorry. I promise, I'm doing my bеst.” “I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet.” “I still don't know who you are. I only know that I'm still lonely.” “You gave me your heart. I only gave you my body.” “I’ve lived more lives than enough.” “I'm not a real person- just the shit you can't make up.” “I don't know why you would care, but I'm really trying.” “How did I cause so much harm?” “I’m sorry, but this can’t go on.” “I know you got scars of your own.” “Hide my knives before you go.” “I’ll either live or die alone.” “I will die trying.” “I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress.” "I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible.” “I swear, I'm so fucking sorry.” “I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all.” "Someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all.”
SEX, DRUGS, ROCK ‘N’ ROLL “I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor.” “I just turned 27 and I’m dying of old age.” “Guess I’m just selfish. I wanna have but not be had.” “This is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality.” “It’s not a gift if you pay for it, but I don’t want no charity.” “I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I’d rather leave.” “I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll.” “I hate proving that I’m still human after all.” “It wouldn’t mix well with my meds.” “I hate to be ‘that guy’, but I’m not that guy anymore.” “I’m not that guy anymore and I made goddamn sure he’s dead.”
WILLARD! “You know I couldn’t hurt a fly.” “I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps.” “I myself have been stepped on so many times, it's started to feel like my place.” “Is there room for me in your cage?” “Animals are people too, but these people are animals.” “This cage is inside out.” “It’s awful out here, ____.” “I've never understood what humans do and want.” “It’s quite confusing to me to try to connect.” “These carnivores will no more use my heart.” “They'll call me crazy but their words all seem made-up to me.” “Maybe they just need more friendship like yours.” “You've got a friend in me. Let's go and make more enemies.” “It’s dangerous out here, ____.” “It’s lonely out here, ____.”
WHITE NOISE “They paint the walls with colors that you’re not meant to notice.” “You blend into the background.” “It sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong.” “You’re not meant to sing along. It isn’t that kind of song.” “You can hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear.” “It’s theoretically dense. It’s impressive.” “It challenges Western notions of art.” “It’s going places ‘cause it comes from the heart.” “It makes no statement, but does so quite loudly.” “It’s an aesthetic. I mean, an anesthetic.” “Does it cure cancer?” “It begs the question, just to tell you the answer.” “Do you believe in the power of silence?” “You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel.” “I know it's hard, but they’re not who you are.”
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Are you still doing requests? If so, could we please get lee!Hawks? I don't care so much who the ler is! Preferably with his wings getting their just desserts. 😁
Weird Wings
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Words: 4184
Fandom: MHA
Characters: Lee!Hawks, Ler!Endeavour (mini lee!todoroki, Lee/ler!fuyumi)
Summary: Hawks keeps acting weird whenever his wings are touched and Endeavour is trying to figure out why, until his family shows him.
A/N: this is 4k words long. It's probably one of my favourite fanfics. It took 2-3 hours to write too. Honestly I love it. Plus the mini family scene is my favourite. ALSO YAY. Sorry its adorable, stay safe yall, and ty for this 😭😭😭
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"Im glad we could come out for a meal again, Endeavour" The winged hero teased, the two having just ordered their meal.
Of course, the number one hero sat with his arms crossed, looking down to his second place. The two were wearing casual clothes- as casual as they could at least. Hawks had invited Endeavour out for a meal to chat about work along with other things like hanging out next Tuesday or catching up with his family.
"What did you want to talk about Hawks" Endeavour ordered as Hawks gave a toothy smile. Of course the winged hero sat back with his hands up as if put at gun point while chuckling.
"Woah! Endeavour! I just wanted to catch up, like old friends"
"We aren't old friends"
"No but we're new ones! How's life up top Number One?" Hawks teased, leaning on the table while looking up to the taller man.
Endeavour sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning forward a little. "Fine. I'm currently Training Shoto along with his friends; as a favour. They're out right now with a few sidekicks so I could attend this meeting actually"
Hawks grinned, "aw, thanks for taking time to see me 'Devie" Endeavour gave the younger a weird look at the nickname.
"Never call me- that- again" he replied as a waitress walked over to give them their meal. Hawks laughed it off and flirted with the waitress for a moment before the two ate their meals with a little more chatter then paying the bill to leave.
Of course, the whole time it's was mostly the Winged Hero talking, going on and on about something or other. Endeavour swore the bird enjoyed the sound of his own voice a little too much, though he still listened.
Funnily enough they talked nearly no business other than how their work was going at their new spots since all might stepped down. Even talking about that too. And it wasn't awful, but by the time the two were walking outside of the building, Endeavour was really beginning to get sick of Hawk's continious chatter.
The two stepped outside, Hawks going on and on about something Endeavour'd already forgotten about. And without thinking nor hesitation the number one hero brushed his hand along the winged hero's feathers in hopes to make him shut up for a moment.
Instead though, the younger's face began to blush and he made a strange wiggling with his body to turn his feathers away from Endeavour with a crooked smile on his face and a giggle in his sentence. He finished his sentence and checked his phone for the time, suddenly in a rush.
Endeavour furrowed his eyebrows and watched closely at Hawk's reaction, slightly confused at how hawks had suddenly become a little flustered. The winged hero rubbed his neck and stretched his back.
"Ah! Have you seen the time? Wow, we should really get back to our agencies- nice chatting though, we should do this again sometime Endeavour. See you around!" With that he was off and took to the skies, a couple teenage girls and a guy squealed, two fainting as they saw him fly away, screaming his name.
Hawks smiled down to them but not once looked back at Endeavour, nor made eye contact for less than a second after the attempt to make him shut up.
Endeavour questioned it in his mind but overall just decided to let it go for the moment. But it kept popping up, again and again.
The next time they fought it happened, against the Villian Dabi who at that moment had Hawks in a tricky position and decided to dance a hand up his wings which resulted in a crooked smile and slightly pink face (though it was difficult to see with all the fighting) before Hawks pushed free and the fight continued.
Again it happened when they were training some of the kids together, Hawks insisted on helping Endevour (mostly to get an idea of the three boys) and helped out one day. Though, of course, Izuku Midoriya got a little too close while asking a thousand questions and mumbling about the hero's wings while touching them making him jump away with again a crooked smile and awkward laugh, telling him that it was enough for one day before helping out a bit more.
That day however, was the third or forth time Endeavour had seen it happen and wondered if it were perhaps something that hurt the winged hero or made him nervous as he always acted a little strange afterwards.
That evening the three boys went over to the Todoroki's and the two Pro Hero's went into Endeavour's office.
Hawks walloped in and threw himself onto the hero's chair behind the desk, putting his feet up jokingly with his grin at Endeavour who just looked down at him with a deadbeat face.
"So, what's up Endevour? Got a top secret mission? Or is it about one of the kid? Their doing really well actually, they're gonna be good pro hero's-" Endevour had walked around and ran a hand over the top of Hawk's marginal convert and alula at the tip of his wings and suddenly the hero shut up and jumped out of the chair while tryna laugh it off as looking at Endeavour while talking.
"You know you should really look at the person your talking to Endeavour" Hawks chuckled, trying to keep his composure, "its manners!"
For a moment to fire hero only looked at him with his hand on the chair Hawk's had previously been sitting on.
"Does it hurt when I do that?"
"I- Huh? What?" Hawks tried to sound confused.
"When I touch your wings like that, you seem to go all strange. Your smile goes crooked and you begin acting strange. It happened at the restaurant, then with the attack, and along with today when young Deku touched your wings."
Hawks just stood there for a minute, rather surprised at how much attention Endeavour had placed on him. He couldn't expect much less though from the number one hero.
"So, I will ask again. Does it hurt you whenever somebody touches your wings? If so-"
"No- no! No its nothing like that" Hawks chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck and smiling. "No its fine, it doesn't hurt"
"Then what is it?" Endeavour asked, rather bluntly.
Hawks only smiled, hoping to avoid the topic of conversation as it was pretty weird and awkward to tell your hero to stop touching your wings because it tickled. Nevertheless, Endeavour stood by his chair and watched Hawks, awaiting an answer.
Hawks laughed nervously, "my wings are sensitive. I told you before, they're still a part of my body so i can still feel things." Hawks looked around at his red wings as they stretched out. Endeavour stepped forwards, still confused as to what that had anything to do with what he was asking.
"So does it hurt when I touch them? Or not? Is it something that effects your life as a hero?"
Endevour then touched the feathered part of his wings, running his hands along the feathers and watched Hawk's reaction as he hadn't noticed. Hawks turned to Endeavour's side and involuntary laughed, pushing himself away and stepping backwards, retracting his wings.
The small laugh that escaped Hawks mouth was much different than his usual confident one. This one seemed a little giggly and less within his control. Endevour noticed as Hawks couldn't make eye contact and held his wings close to his back, as if shying them away from him.
Hawks on the other hand felt as if butterflies were dancing round in his stomach, fluttering up his winged bones and back down to his stomach making him giggle and bite his lip and hold his stomach. He hadn't expected Endevour to try again, nor to actually seemly attempt at tickling him.
He could physically feel the way his face turned another shade of pink and couldn't keep his composure, totally flustered and needing to get out of there quick. Endeavour only looked at him buy Hawks didn't sat anything, just hurrily left.
When Endeavour returned home, he sat down with Shoto and Fuyumi. Natsuo having either already eaten or out of the house. During that time Endeavour brought up the topic in the silence at the table.
"I have a question"
"Yeah dad?" Fuyumi jumped, happy to talk and try to be a normal family again.
Shoto ate whilst turning to listen.
"I've been working with hawks recently, but he keeps acting strange"
"Like when Midoriya touched his wing?" Shoto interrupted, having also noticed the strange behaviour for a moment but thinking nothing of it.
"Precisely"
"How was he acting strange?" Fuyumi asked, confused and wanting to get a better idea of the situation. (Being much more social than her father and brother)
"When Midoriya touched his wing, he jumped backwards and shifted the conversation" Shoto explained, eating some more noddles.
Fuyumi asked how Midoriya had touched him and Endeavour only really knew by showing her. So he touched her shoulder gently and dragged his hand and fingers down from her neck to her bycep.
To both boy's surprise Fuyumi fell off her knees a little and giggled a little. Rubbing the area. Shoto just looked at her, noodles being slurrped to his mouth whilst Endeavour sat with his hand still in the air where Fuyumi just was, sat surprised by his daughters reaction.
"Are you alright Fuyumi?" Endeavour asked, slightly concerned he'd hurt her.
Fuyumi giggled but clarified she was fine, "just sensitive, that's all"
That's what Hawk's had said.
"my wings are sensitive. I told you before, they're still a part of my body so i can still feel things."
"Are you alright though?" Shoto asked, leaning up and looking over as she sat back up after Endeavour retracted his hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine! It just tickled, that all" she giggled happily but smiled at her brother.
"Tickled?" Shoto asked confused. "Did he hurt you?-" Shoto turned to Endeavour with a death glare, standing up. Fuyumi jumped up and stopped him from across the table from doing anything. The father was almost their height still sat down but nonetheless looked a little frightened at shoto's glare.
"No! Shoto! Shoto I'm fine! It's a funny feeling"
"Funny feeling?"
"Yeah- have you never heard of it before? Really? Here, let me show you"
Shoto stood as his sister walked around the table towards him, for some reason half of him was telling himself to run but he wanted to know what had happened so he stood still.
Fuyumi then grabbed her younger brothers sides and began to tickle them, making the half-half hero in training double over and hold a hand to his mouth so he couldn't burst out laughing. With his other hand he grabbed his sisters hand tickling him but didn't do much else to stop it.
Muffled laughter was heard from beneath Shoto's hand and Fuyumi had realised he showed no attempts at stopping her so she continued and teased him about it, much as tickling does to a tickler, she teased and tormented her younger brother. Tickling him by his sides, his hips, his ribs and such.
Shoto's muffled laughter brought the two to the floor beside Endeavour, Fuyumi teasing Shoto as his hair began to become messy and lost his composure.
He shook his head and laughed, weakly begging his sister to stop as he wiggles around gently beneath her. The two were laughing and messing around and Endeavour watched on, still sat in the same position he was when he asked the question.
Of course he knew what tickling was, but he'd always seen it as such a childish game. But right now, watching as his children played back and forth, he began to feel a slight smile form on his face. Something very unusual for the pro hero.
He's never seen his kids play, nor encouraged it. But right now, watching as two of them tumbled around, laughing and messing around without any care, watching as they smiled while usually he saw such pain on their faces while with him. He felt happy.
By the end of it Endeavour actually did have to get involved and pull Fuyumi off her brother as not to kill him. The girl had murder in her eyes as she was pulled off- it was terrifying. But Shoto laid on the floor, totally K.O.'d by the tickling, worn out with a silly smile on and hair in his face. After he'd recovered he quickly got rid of his smile, not wanting Endeavour to see more nor look weak in front of, but smiled as Fuyumi profusely apologied from across the table as they finished their food.
Watching his two children Endeavour felt happier. And that night thought about Hawks being in that same situation his son had been in.
The next time he saw the winged pro, the two were in a small fight. It had been a couple days but even so Endeavour hadn't forgotten the situation.
By the end the two had few scrapes and scraps and returned to Endeavour's agency to get a couple repairs. They were looked over but mostly fine, and Endeavour once more invited Hawks into his office.
Of course, Hawks being a young adult and after the fight, had mostly forgotten and continued being his sarcy playful teasing self. Which Endeavour appreciated.
Of course the young hero hadn't totally forgotten- of course he thought about it the night it happened and died of embarrassment much like the rest of us would. But even so he tried his hardest to forget. And continued his ways.
Though this time he didn't make the mistake of sitting in Endeavour's chair and just stood as the number one hero closed the door behind them. Endeavour turned back around and asked whether Hawks was okay after the fight, starting up small talk before his initial plan took place.
"Few hits, a few bumps, but i'm fine. What about you? You really took those hits like it was nothing huh?"
Endeavour had a very small smile on his face, hardly noticeable unless you're the narrator who shows it to all the readers.
"No, I have a few injuries but I'm glad we're okay"
"Awe, we're you worried about me Endeavour? You really shouldn't~" Hawks teased as they stood by one another, Hawks leaning on the pro as if he was a damsel in distress who'd been rescued by her hero.
Endeavour remember how much of a little shit this man could be.
"Anyway's, what was it you wanted to talk about? Unless it really was just how worried you were for me, which honestly is way too cute-"
"Your wings"
The two words sent the hero off as he remembered the last time the two were alone in here. He kept his composure a lot better this time round though and looked up at the hero in confusion as he showed them off, sprawling them out across the air.
"Yeah? What about them?" Hawks asked, wanting to get this over and done with.
"If I touch them, you react. Why" Hawks became much more flustered at this, much to Endeavour's hopes. He retracted his wings but Endeavour had one in his hands and began to run his hands over them, knowing exactky what he was doing without showing Hawks.
Endeavour wasn't one to start anything so childish, but after the dinner with his family, and after seeing the way the smug younger hero acted, it felt kind of fun doing so and teasing him much as he teased everyone around him. It's more than just out of character for the number one hero, much to Hawk's surprise as to why he'd started it, but also surprising as to how good he was at it. He'd never tickled his children, nor anyone in decades.
"Wahait- Ehendeavour!?" Hawks tried to hold back his laughter but Endeavour continued his attack as he began to tickle under the feathers making the poor winged hero almost collapse as he began laughing harder. He honestly couldn't control himself when it came to tickling, especially his wings. It was like everything became so giggly and it was the only thing in his mind.
"Yes?" The number one hero asked, not stopping as he tickled underneath the bone in his alula and marginal converts. The sudden touch here send Hawks into hysterica, flapping the other wing a little to push himself away from the tickles and holding his sides as the butterflies danced around from his wings to his back.
Hawk's laughter was muffled by his gloved hand from his hero outfit but after that specific touch he lost it and Endeavour had never heard his laugh so light before. Doubling over from a few touches on his wings.
"Wahait! Wahahait wahait Endeavour! Sthohop it! I cahant! Nohot my whihings!"
"What? I'm only looking at them"
Hawks couldn't believe what was happening to him in that moment. Then again he couldn't really think in that moment either. His wings didn't tickle like the most of his body. More like giggly and silly touches and butterflies tickling them up and down, sending him into bubbly hysterica rather than any usual laughing.
It was as if he was a kid again. Squealing as someone tickled his tummy with their finger tips.
Hawks then flew across the room as Endeavour let go of one wing. It tickled so much that even after he'd crashed he still felt as if more feathers had grown and began tickling his wings and back. He was laying on the ground and against the wall next to a bookshelf that had fallen down from impact, his arms around his waist and head down as he laughed like a giggly kid. He tried to stop himself but couldn't for a moment before looking back up with a bright red face from embarrassment.
The last thing he expected looked back at him. Endeavour stood tall on the opposite side of the room, watching Hawks. And a massive grin stretched out across his face. Hawks couldn't lie but in thaf moment, he felt terrified but also more butterflies in his stomach.
You see, much like earlier with Fuyumi, when someone is tickling someone else, they can get a little carried away. Well the young girl definitely got this from her father. Endeavour knew nobody would ever know about this, the red embarrassment on Hawk's face told him that much. And honestly, it wasn't the worst way to spend his time. And Hawk's reaction made it worth while anyway.
Hawk's looked terrified at Endeavour's grin, then struck with fear as the man walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. Suddenly every confident part of Hawk's seemed to die in that exact moment. No villain, no hero, no lover, no person in Hawk's entire life had ever done this to him. But Endeavour, the last person in his mind to do anything like this, had frozen him in place of his embarrassment.
Hawks couldn't say anything, but didn't have to for long before Endeavour got to the point and reached towards the winged hero's sides and began to knead them, sending him into bright laughter all over again. His laughter really just danced around the room as he threw his head back and kicked the floor beneath him, holding his waist best he could with Endeavour tickling him.
"At least I've found a way to shut you up" Endeavour stated, a smirk on his face which Hawks couldn't see due to caught up in his own laughter. He shook his head, wanting to say something sarcy but being unable to having feeling so silly and not being able to think all too straight.
"EhehehEndeavour!"
"Mm?" Endeavour continued his assault and even grabbed the young adults hips and kneaded into them, making the second pro hero double over, if Endeavour had been close enough, he would have definitely gotten his head wacked.
Hawks kicked out beneath him and burst out into loud obnoxious laughter, trying to curl up to stop the hip tickles.
"Is everything alright Hawks?"
All Hawks could think about was telling Endeavour to shut up. The teasing making it far, far worse. Especially coming from him. Someone who barely even spoke, especially teased.
Hawks could barely even think of what to say, stuck between speechless and laughter and tryna get Endeavour's hands off from tickling him so much. Just as Hawk tried, Endeavour swapped and began to tickle the others ribs and just behind to where Hawk's wings meet his back. In that moment, if you thought Hawk's had already reached his top tier laughter, you would be horrible mistake.
The pro threw his head back and yelled louder than ever expected to come from his big mouth. His laughter was so loud and his grin so wide as two fingers tickled the meeting between his body and his quirk. Forget about anything else because Hawks couldn't even control himself. His wings began spazzing from out wide to curled up and he even made a few bird noises which made Endeavour calm down a little in surprise, even if he was barely even touching the area.
Hawks shook his head and begged for Endeavour's mercy which was finally granted after another bird noise. Hawk's loud obnoxiously adorable laugh bouncing off the walls before he lay flat out against the wall, giving up with a smile stuck on his face.
He felt exhausted, he didn't even care what happened now. For all he cared Endeavour could burn him up right now to be rid of him. But of course that didn't happen, and Endeavout stood up, looking down at the usually confident hero beneath him.
"Are... you dead?" He asked after a moment, perhaps a little concerned as Hawks just seemed to die on spot. Though his breathing was still heavy so he hoped he wasn't dead.
A small noise was heard from the hero but he didn't move, his face was read from laughing and only in the silence did Endeavour realise how loud they'd been and that the whole building had probably heard them.
After a moment, Hawks still dead on the floor, there was a knock on the door before Shoto walked in alone.
"Hello, I'm finishing and-" he looked over to see his dad stood above a Hawks that looked beat.
"Uh- did you kill him?" He asked, slightly unfazed.
"No!- no. I don't think so. What did you want Shoto?"
"Nothing- its fine. I'll see you later" with that the half half child left, having a slight idea of what must have happened.
Hawks finally came back to life, having definitely died on the inside due to embarrassment and laughter. His winds still felt really funny, like when you get pins and needles and it tickles a little so he tried his best not to move them from their natural state.
He trued to push himself up the wall and still had a goofy gorgeous smile on his face, hunched over a little and holding his midsection while trying to stay away from Endeavour.
When Endeavour noticed, he asked, "Are you alright Tamami?"
Hawks just stood- arms distance- and smiled, blush on his cheeks from his childhood hero having just absolutely destroyed him.
Hawks could only laugh, only just noticing how Endeavour used his name for probably the first time. He didn't say anything but his facial features told Endeavour enough.
"So, you're wings?" Endeavour asked.
Hawks sighed and ran one hand down his face in embarrassment and moved it to rub his neck. "They're sensitive, what can I say?" Once again his usual nature slowly returned to him as he recovered but the blush on his face didn't.
"If you had told me the first day I would have never done anything more" Endeavour stated. If Hawks had just told him he had ticklish wings, Endeavour would have never done anything nor said anything other than a nod. But a part of him was glad he hadn't. A part of him was glad that he did that for the younger hero.
"Yeah yeah I hear you. It's just embarrassing that's all" Hawks brushed it off, trying to move the conversation while dropping truth bombs. "Anyways, how would you like it?" Just then one of Hawk's feathers dashed from around him and began tickling Endeavour's neck, having no reaction from the number one hero at all.
Hawks was gobsmacked.
Endeavour only grinned at the playful, yet failure, attempt Hawk's made. Mostly the look on his face though as he couldn't believe it.
But then another feather popped out of no where and began to tickle behind the pro hero's ears and Endeavour's laughter was heard throughout the building. Hawk's grin returned and much as you can guess. Shit went down.
Hawks and Endeavour though, never spoke about it again.
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Well, hello there dear author! ^^
I wanted to ask for a platonic request with all the boys (Rise!Donie, Rise!Raph, Rise!Mike and Rise!Leo) in wich reader is an early teenage girl (12-13-14) that lives with the gang at their place and that has very bad trust issues, like, she is kind and willing to spend time with the boys but rarely talks and never lets anyone touch her if it's not strictly necesary.
And one day, all of a sudden when Leo went to her room to wake her up and tell her that breakfast is ready he finds her still sleeping but having a really bad nightmare. Leo wakes her up and tries to calm her down by words but then the reader gets up of bed and tackles him into a hug while crying on his chest.
And she becomes slightly clingy to Leo anly talking to him and him being the only ine allowed to touch her.
And while he presumes to his brothers that you choose him and not the other's on who to trust the rest of the rottmnt brothers are like "From all of the four, you chossed him-? Like- really (y/n)?"
Feel free to Ignore this request if you feel the need to! And also don't forget to sleep a good amount of hours, eat well and stay hydrated! ^^
Trust Us
Summary: You were abandoned. You were unloved and unwanted. So when Splinter found you and added you to the family six years ago, the fear and anxiety that filled you then, still fills you now. 
Warning: A bit of angst, topics of trauma and anxiety attacks. 
P.S: Wow! I never thought someone would actually want me to write their ideas. Like hOw?? But thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write and I hope I did your idea justice~ 
Somehow, someway, Splinter found you. A young five-year-old girl, lost. You were left unloved and unwanted. And yet, for reasons he hasn't fully explained to you, he took you in. He gave you a home and loved you as he did with his sons. He made you a Hamato. And that's how you now find yourself on the side of a ramp that's too high to be safe, quietly cheering on as the teenage turtles fought for the longest who could stay in the air without falling on their turtle butts. It's been six years since that day, and you've always been grateful to your adoptive family. Yet despite that, no matter how much you loved them, you couldn't find it in yourself to open up to them. To tell them about the fears that have buried themselves deep inside your heart, or about the uncertainties that plagued you every single day. You didn't know what you needed for you to come out to them. Maybe it was time, but you've had plenty already. Maybe, it was for someone to approach you, not like the turtles or Splinter didn't try. They really did at first, quite obnoxiously at that. But over time, they learned to wait for you, and they respected that. You wanted to tell them, shout it out even. But time and time again, you can feel yourself sink back into the loneliness that had never once left you since that day six years ago.
It was a slow Friday. There was no mutant who needed stopping or oozequitoes that needed zapping. Today's itinerary? Sleep in, game, snack, and sleep some more. For the turtles anyway. You were usually the early riser of the gang. So imagine Leo's surprise when he woke up at 9:30 to an ominously silent lair. Mostly anyway, Splinter's snores could still be heard loud and clear.
 "Maybe she's turning a new leaf." Leo thought to himself, shrugging as he made his way to the kitchen.
 The only reason he woke up was because of his demanding stomach. It needed nutrients. And what could be more nutritious than pizza on a slow Friday? Finding some leftover pizza, which were surprisingly left untouched, he threw them into the microwave setting it at high heat for three minutes. It was already quarter to ten and you still weren't up. Worried, Leo grabbed and plated the last two slices of his double leftover and slightly burnt pizza, and walked towards your room.
 "Heya~ I got you some leftover pizza. They're a bit burnt, but I think the bitter aftertaste adds to the flavor."
 No response. He tried again, knocking on the door this time. Again, no response. Maybe you weren't in your room. He presses his head to your door and is shocked to hear painful groaning from behind it.
 "I don't know what going on in there, but I'm coming in."
 Turning the knob and finding the door unlocked, he rushed in to see you writhing in bed. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead as your face contorted to one of pain and your eyes were screwed shut. Leo realized you were dreaming. Not exactly a pleasant dream, but a horrible nightmare. He rushed to your side, the food he brought forgotten on the floor. He went to shake you awake but stopped midway. You didn’t like to be touched. You hated it. And so, he tried calling out your name, telling you to wake up, and borderline shouting at this point. But you didn't and instead, you started to struggle much worse. You tossed and turned in your sheets as the frown on your face deepened. He had no other choice. Gently he placed his hands on your shoulders and began shaking you awake.
"Hey! Come on! Wake up! It's just a dream!"
 You suddenly jolted up, forcing Leo to back up, or else it would've been a direct forehead collision. He quickly let go of your shoulders, raising them as if saying that he didn't mean to touch you.
 "I-"
Whatever it was that he was going to say you didn't hear. Much to his surprise, you rushed to embrace him. Arms wrapped tightly around his mid-section as fat tears rolled down your face and stained his blue-striped pajamas. Unsure of what to do, he slowly returned his raised hands to your shoulders and rubbed them comfortingly. When you didn't flinch away from his touch, he gently wrapped his arms around your sobbing form and embraced you, shushing you and cooing out words of comfort. For a while, you both stayed like that. In between your sobs, you told him about your dream, about the fears that ate you from inside, and the never-ending anxiety that plagued you day in and day out. Leo silently embraced you, humming now and then to let you know to keep going and that he was still listening to you. Finally, erratic breathing slowed and you softly whispered, "I'm sorry."
"There is nothing for you to be sorry about. Just glad you trusted me enough to tell me. Come on now, give me a smile."
 Hand on your chin, Leo pulled your face from the crook of his neck and smiled down at you, and smiled back. It was probably your ugliest smile with tear stains down your cheek and snot dripping from your nose. But, to be honest, you've never felt so free of the weight that used to crush you.
Since that night, you and Leo have undeniably become closer. They noticed. Who wouldn't though? You spoke to Leo more by at least 545 words, according to Donnie's calculations. And every time Leo would see you lose yourself in your mind, he would sit beside you and nudge your shoulder. The most surprising part was that you would lean towards him instead of flinching at the touch. At some point, Raph couldn't take it anymore and said, "Really? Like really? Of the four of us, it was Leo? Not like I'm jealous or anything, but Leo, really?"  
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the-spam-specialist · 11 months
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“Party Corner” Preview
Because I can’t stop myself
Summary: There’s a party at Dedede Castle and Magolor is surprised to get an invite. When he arrives however, his nerves get the better of him when he finds himself surrounded by people he doesn’t know. He retreats to a isolated corner where he plans to hide, but it turns out this corner is already occupied. By Meta Knight. 
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Magolor slowly backed into his new little safe space. He focused on his breathing. It was alright. This was just another new thing he would have to get used to. Add it to the pile. Still, he didn’t think he would be so overwhelmed by something as simple as a party. Being surrounded by unfamiliar faces certainly didn’t help. 
He put on the Master Crown and fought the universe’s greatest hero without hesitation but found himself cowering at a party. Wow, he really was pathetic
. He kept backing up into the corner, muttering to himself. 
“Okay okay, it’s all okay. All I have to do is wait in this corner until the party is over. Or until it’s appropriate to leave. Easy? Easy. Just me and my corner.”
The mage thought his back finally hit the wall, but he knew something was off when it was cold. And metal. And round. 
“I’m afraid this corner is occupied.” 
Magolor resisted the urge to scream. But he still borderline jumped out of his skin. He recognized that voice, and turning around let his eyes confirm his suspicions. 
“Meta Knight?!”
The masked knight was idly standing in the corner, his cape wrapped around him. He nodded at the mage, speaking flatly, “Magolor.” 
Magolor was quickly becoming flustered under Meta Knight’s harsh stare, “Wh-What are you doing here?!” 
“I was invited.” His voice remained neutral, though there was a slight air of tension around him. He narrowed his eyes a bit. “Did you not expect King Dedede to invite me?”
“No no no, it’s not that, it’s just, um…” Magolor’s back wasn’t facing the corner but he still felt backed into one. He didn’t mean for his question to sound so rude. He rubbed one of his ears as he tried to save himself in this conversation. “You don’t seem like a party type of person. That’s all.” 
A moment of silence passed by. The tension in the air was so thick that the mage was tempted to try and cut it with a knife. Meta continued to stare at him and it made him beyond nervous. 
Magolor’s relationship with Meta Knight was…complicated. Out of everyone he betrayed, Meta was the one who rejected his return the most. And while the knight claimed to have forgiven him, Magolor couldn’t help but doubt that he was offered true forgiveness. Why else would he be the target of these nerve-wracking glares?
Meta Knight had been the most suspicious of him during the Master Crown scheme. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised about the knight giving him the cold shoulder. 
Though, despite the tense silence between them, Meta Knight’s glare did soften up a bit as he finally spoke up. 
“Hm. A fair observation, I suppose. It’s true that I am not an outgoing person. But I theorize that we came to this event for the same reason.”
Magolor tilted his head, “Same reason?” 
“We came because Kirby wanted us to.”
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fanficshiddles · 1 year
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Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 6
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It was beginning to get dark when Loki was finishing up putting a protective spell around the walled garden. Grace went out to see him. He looked exhausted as he approached her, but he had a big smile on his face.
‘The garden is now safe, safer than even Stark’s security. Only you and I have access, anyone else that tries to enter physically cannot and will be electrocuted.’ Loki said proudly. ‘But I can allow access to whoever you wish.’
‘Wow, Loki… I can’t believe you did this for me, thank you so much.’ Grace tried to hold back her tears of gratitude, but Loki could tell how grateful she was and how much it meant to her.
‘You’re welcome. If it helps you to find yourself and feel safe, it makes it all worth it.’
Loki was confused at first when Grace took his hand and led him over to the nearest wall, where she quickly clambered up it, giving her some height, so she was able to reach up to kiss his cheek. Making him blush slightly.
‘Thank you. It really means a lot to me.’
Grace couldn’t wait to go out into the garden the following morning. She was up early, put on her headphones and began wandering around the garden, taking notes of what type of plants she’d like to plant and where.
But first, she had a lot of tidying up to do.
She’d found some gardening shears and forks in the greenhouse. So began digging out old plants and cutting down ones that had gotten too over grown.
She was focusing on the task at hand, and with her headphones in she didn’t hear Loki and Thor approaching until she saw Loki’s mini fireworks dance into her line of sight. She looked round at the Gods and took off her headphones.
‘Thought you could use some help getting this place into shape.’ Loki said and motioned at Thor. ‘I thought we could make use of Thor’s brute strength.’
Thor flexed his muscles, making Grace laugh while Loki just rolled his eyes.
‘Just tell me what you need me to do.’ Thor grinned.
Grace set Thor to work, getting him to remove some trees that had started growing in the wrong place, and also got him to fix part of the stone wall that had fallen down. While Loki helped her to give the greenhouse and polytunnel a clean.
Loki was feeling mischievous though and couldn’t resist spraying Grace with some water. So Grace threw her wet sponge back at him. They ended up having a water fight, both of them fought over the hose to try and soak one another after they ran out of buckets.
Thor heard lots of laughing going on and when he looked over to see them both soaking wet, still playfully fighting, he smiled widely. He was pleased that his brother had finally found someone he was able to bond with.
‘I think we’ve ended up wetter than the actual greenhouse.’ Grace laughed when they called it a draw.
Luckily it was a sunny day, but the water was still chilly so Grace began shivering a little.
‘I think so. But at least we don’t need to shower today.’ Loki chuckled as he conjured up his cape and draped it around her, making her blush a little as she smiled up at him.
‘Good job done, though.’ Loki said as they both looked around proudly.
Thor joined them. ‘Anything else?’
‘Thanks, Thor. I think that’s it ready for starting over.’ Grace said excitedly.
‘Maybe we should get dried off first.’ Loki suggested.
‘Yeah, good idea.’ Grace agreed.
They headed inside to get dressed, but just before Grace went into her room to get dried off, Loki gave himself a shake and there was a gleam of green that overcame him and he was dry instantly.
‘You are kidding me?’ Grace laughed. ‘That’s totally cheating.’
Loki winked at her. ‘Perks of being a magical God.’
Grace went to get dried off and put clean clothes on. When she went to get something to eat, Loki was waiting for her there.
‘I thought we could go to the garden centre at the edge of town, get seeds and whatever else you’d like?’ Loki suggested.
At first, Grace thought that would be a good idea. But then she felt it. Her chest felt like it was starting to close up on her, her vision began to go a little blurry.
She shook her head, trying to focus her mind and calm down. She gripped the table edge, to quickly ground herself again.
‘I… I don’t think I can. As much as I would like to. Maybe I can order online or something.’ She shrugged and took a deep breath.
‘I’ve got a better idea.’ Loki said softly, noticing how panicky she got at the thought of leaving the base.
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‘I can’t believe you’ve dragged me shopping for flowers.’ Thor grumbled as he followed Loki around the garden centre.
‘Shhh.’ Loki hissed at him over his shoulder.
Loki had Grace on a video call on his phone. She was so grateful that he even went to get some stuff for her, but the fact he was actually having her pick out what she wanted was going above and beyond.
Whatever Grace wanted, Loki pointed it out or picked it up and handed it back to Thor to carry. He even added in some things that she never said she wanted, but he thought she would anyway. It was Tony’s card he had stolen, so it wasn’t like money was an issue. He would deal with Tony himself if he kicked off.
When Loki hung up the video call, he turned to Thor and saw him grinning.
‘What’s wrong with your face?’ Loki asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Thor laughed. ‘Just happy that you’re happy, brother.’
Loki narrowed his eyes at him. ‘Let’s pay and get back.’ He grumbled at him.
When they returned, Loki helped Grace put everything away in the shed that was in the garden.
‘I can’t thank you enough… Again. It’s ridiculous that I couldn’t even come with you just to the bloody garden centre.’ She sighed sadly.
‘You will get there. Don’t rush yourself, that’s the worst thing to do. It takes time to heal. And you’ll never be pressured into doing something you’re not comfortable with, or don’t want to do, ever again.’ Loki looked over at her, seeing her tearing up.
‘I… I know. But I just wish I wasn’t so scared…’ Her voice broke, though she tried hard to keep it together.
Loki turned towards her and opened his arms without saying anything, she didn’t do anything for a moment, but then she moved forward into his awaiting arms. He hugged her tightly, pressing his cheek against the top of her head as she wrapped her arms back around him.
She breathed in and out deeply, feeling herself calm down a lot more. She felt safe and secure in his embrace.
‘It’s ok, petal. It’s going to be ok.’ He whispered.
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justplainwhump · 1 year
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Not Products
Inspired by @gottawhump and many other wonderful BBU writers. My first piece diving deeper into the safehouse system.
This is set some years in the future of Angel's timeline, and far into her recovery. (Yet right before a certain... setback)
Content - BBU, debts, mafia structures, implied human trafficking, implied forced prostitution, threats, noncon touching, BBU romantic.
The building that Kayleigh stopped in front of was large, elegant modern structures of carefully twisted glass, to make it shimmer in the sunlight.
Orange letters were running down the side of the building, and Angel fought the nausea rising up from looking at them too long, she could read, she just needed to be strong. Coo- Coopers and - and Bard. Att-
She didn't go on trying to decipher the letters of the remaining words. Attorneys at Law. She could deduce those ones.
'Lawyers. Worst kind of people', a voice echoed in her head, followed by hearty laugh. 'But we need them, don't we?'
She didn't know whose voice it was, one of the ghosts that lived on inside her, and she'd learned to live with.
"Wow", Kayleigh whispered, putting her head back and squinting up at the sheer size of the building. "Still can't believe it. Wouldn't have thought that someone like Coopers finds an interest in helping us out."
"They wouldn't if it didn't support their business," Angel remarked dryly. "People like Coopers? They're just the ones who'd still happily own pets if it had remained en vogue."
"Angel," Kayleigh hissed. "I know you hate rich people. Your owner hurt you, I get that, I -"
"Do not go down this road with me ." Angel clenched her teeth. "This is not about me, or my past. I am your colleague, not your charge. This is about the future of our house, and the question, if we want someone like Coopers can help us. All I'm saying is: He has a price, and we'll need to decide if we want to pay it."
"Maybe he just has a conscience?"
"He works with organised crime. We're both aware of this, aren't we?"
"Well, we're criminals, too. You even more than I am. What we're doing is highly illegal. Doesn't make it wrong."
"Well, what Coopers and Bard have their fingers in, is pretty wrong often enough."
"Shut up." Anger flared up in Kayleigh's eyes. "I didn't bring you to talk me out of this. You couldn't - haven't seen our numbers, how bad it looks. We need him, or we'll have to shut down the safe house."
Angel hadn't seen the numbers indeed, she had tried once, but the headache had grown too bad. She had however seen the clumsy system Kayleigh used to track the safehouse's finances. She shouldn't judge her, for doing her best. But she did judge her for her rejection of any advice.
"Yeah," she said, somewhat of a bitter laugh on her lips. "You brought me because I look good in business attire."
She held Kayleigh's gaze, while she pinned a button to the lapel of her blazer. People, not products.
"Don't flash this to me like this." Kayleigh sighed. "I brought you because you know how to read a room."
"Soft skills," Angel intonated with a little sing song. "Yeah. That tracks." She stepped back and gestured at the door. "After you. Boss."
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Philip Coopers was a tall man with warm eyes and a firm handshake. Auburn hair, a little longer than usually considered appropriate for a business like this, a tailored navy coloured suit, probably from London, expensive leather shoes - Angel couldn't tell how she knew all this, but the she did.
"My assistant, Mx Carter," he introduced the thin person next to him. "Nice to meet you again, Kayleigh, and this is your friend?"
"Colleague," Angel corrected. "Angelina Harris. I am in charge of the practical side of things at our... house."
She felt his gaze take him in, shortly rest on her hands as she shook his. There was a thin silver chain dangling around her wrist, a tiny bracelet, that could hide nothing underneath. And there wasn't anything to hide either. Her skin had healed, the scars from the tattoo removal so tiny they could only be seen when light caught them from a specific angle. Nothing but a faint memory.
"Well, it's a pleasure." He invited them to sit at a conference table set up in his impressive office. "I am looking forward to support you, and to do my part to help you continuing your important work."
Angel bit her tongue to hold back a sarcastic return. This was Kayleigh's turf. Even though it sometimes felt like her own.
"We've talked about the general idea, let's just nail down the specifics." He gestured at his assistant, who took over, and Angel listened - rates, book keeping, conditions, existing and future contacts that needed to be covered.
It was all too easy. Too high amounts, too few conditions. Too good to be true, not from a man like this, running a business like his.
"Oh, and before I forget", he said, and Angel's gaze perked up. He'd never forget anything, his behaviour had made that abundantly clear. This was going to be the thing she'd been waiting for. "We'd like to employ the services of a psychological consultant. To make sure the... refugees are treated according to their needs."
"They are," Angel said. "We're making sure of that."
"That's a little different," Coopers insisted with a condescending little smile. "We would want them to meet the consultant right upon arrival, so they can determine which place is best equipped for them."
Angel frowned. "Are there more safehouses that you support?"
The assistant tilted their head. "*Places*," they said. "Safe spaces."
"And what's the criteria?"
"For the safehouses?"
"No. For the people, contacting *us*, arriving at our doorstep, to be let in or turned down."
"They're not turned down, Ms Harris. On the contrary. They're going to be cared for."
"So. Your only condition for funding us is to be allowed to psychologically screen runaways and then determine whether they go to us or somewhere else." She narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
"Angel," Kayleigh mumbled. "Calm down."
She didn't intent to. "Running a safehouse is expensive. Food, rent, medical bills, therapies, compensations for the volunteers."
"It is."
"What's your gain?"
"Doing the right thing is not enough?"
"No." Angel shook her head. "Not from you. You know what I think? Prices for a well trained guard dog from WRU start at about 250k, as far as I know. Romantics, similar. Can be much more, depending on specifics. Seven figures, even." She leaned in. "Is that your return? Acquisition for your preferred clients? Private security? Prostitution?"
"Interesting." His mouth twisted into a smile. "You've looked into the more hidden corners of our client list."
She shrugged. "I like to be thorough." She still heard the monotonous voice of the screen reader. Even set high speed, it had cost her many sleepless nights finding the names she'd been looking for.
"I see." He smirked. "But let me ask you. What if these... wild theories were right? Worst case scenario. You'd still run a safe house, one that as I understand it has absolutely no funds otherwise. One that Kayleigh here has put her college fund into, and bet her grandmother's house on."
Metal scrapped on wood when Kayleigh pushed her chair back, pale and trembling. "I... That's..." She shook her head, gaze to the floor, almost feverish in her movements as she pressed her hand to her mouth. "I... need to use the washroom, please?"
Upon their boss' gesture, the assistant jumped to their feet and opened the door. "Of course, Miss. I'll show you the way."
Coopers looked past the two of them, before he turned back to Angel.
"Sacrifices," he said, all but savoring the word. "That's what keeps your system running. That's what saves dozens of runaways, who already found shelter in your place, who you managed to get to safety and into a fulfilling life. Your friend sacrificed all she had for the case. And you refuse to reroute a single one of these... sluts, to a place that suits them better?" Carefully embedded between well chosen words, the slur cut into her like a hidden blade.
"Yes," she whispered. Her throat was constricted all of a sudden.
"What is your problem, Ms Harris? We give them shelter, warmth, food, company - they're having each other there, something I hear some of them have missed desperately in their past lives." He cocked his head as he said it, with a soft smile, that mocked understanding and was everything but. These has been her own words once, she herself had talked like that about her past, feeling constantly alone and desperate for company. He couldn't possibly know, she told herself. She was here with Kayleigh, with her colleague, she was an activist with a spotless wrist and a normal past. And she wouldn't let him get through with this.
She raised her chin decidedly. "You want to sell them out. Abuse their conditioning, instead of helping them overcome it."
"Ah," he tutted. "Shush. Selling them out, that's a strong word. They work for a living, like the safehouse system prepares everyone for. Like normal people do. According to their specific... qualifications."
She took a breath, trying to calm her racing heart, setting out to speak, but he talked over her. "Imagine one of them trying to do my job." He reached for a one of the documents scattered over his desk and held it up, presenting it to her. Little letters danced over the paper, twisting and turning, a garbled mess in front of her eyes, all but mocking her. It was sickening. She averted her gaze, and he chuckled. "Some people are made to think, Angelina. To make decisions, to manage large businesses, to read and understand things, you know. Others, however..." He waited until she looked up, holding her gaze for another moment. She couldn't breathe. "Others," he went on, "are simply made to fuck."
She stumbled to her feet, shaking her head. Her elegant blouse was too tight, the collar tightening around her neck. "We're not," she struggled to say, fighting the voices in her head, Handler Nguyen, Handler Parker, Sir, telling her the same words. "We... They, they're not, nobody is."
The man was grinning now, and it took her too long to realize. She'd played right into his hand. "Oh, Angelina. You're making this about yourself, aren't you? How come you're relating so hard, hm?" He closed in, the sort of casual, measured steps that she knew should make her run, but they made her freeze instead. "Tell me," he whispered, tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear. His touch was soft, almost gentle, his hand warm on her skin, and she knew how she should react, and she knew she shouldn't. "Tell me, Angel, what were you made for?"
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seraphsfire · 8 months
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kitty updateeeee!!!
you guyyyysss Sunny let me pet him today without having food in my hand!!!! I scratched his little head and his cheeks and eventually he started purring! i was so happy i could cry ;-;
And then later on i pet him again for a while until he was purring and happy and then i came back with snacks and this time when i piut my hand under the bed with the treats and talked to him he did a little MRRP? at me and walked right over and ate the treats ;-; the next step will be to get him to come out from under the bed for more than a few seconds when everybody else is at a safe distance but i was so worried for a while that it would take forever for him to warm up and he'd just be a little ball of anxiety for weeks ;-; im so glad he's relaxing!
you can send good thoughts / prayers / wishes that he'll get comfortable enough soon to come out from under the bed and that he and Jade will get along. So far they've only fought a few times when Jade tries to invade his space when she wants to play or he has food, but it's a miracle that otherwise I don't have to worry about them actually hurting each other since I can't physically put them in different rooms.
The other difficult things will be to get them both to the vet just for a normal checkup (and to pay for it rip), sunny's eyes are still irritated, but don't seem to be getting worse. He also needs a bath because when he's scared he pees and he has been Always scared since we got him rip, and it's hard for him to groom himself when he smushes himself under the bed. He's peed all over like three suitcases we had stored under the bed, pooped on another AND pooped on one of my nice shirts because he's too scared to come out and use the litter box during the day and pees when he's scared ;-; It's a good thing I adopted him instead of somebody else because that's definitely the kind of thing people will return kitties for :'( Luckily it's stuff we can clean it's just bothersome.
Apparently at the humane society they said something about maybe not testing them for feline HIV or leukemia which? seems wild to me so I need to get that done soon.
also you would not BELIEVE how soft he is. Wow. i wish all of you could pet him he's two but it feels like he still has kitten fur. He currently mostly feels safe getting pets when he can sit in the little gap between my bed and the wall but i will try to take a picture of him if I can get enough light!
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