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mncxbe · 3 days
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Hellooo i love your writing and i saw you do prompts so i was wondering if you could do 11 with Chuuya?
-Have a great day/night!!
11 — Cuffing you to their bed (TW: bondage)
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: toys, cuffing, overstimulation, implied voyeurism
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The pink toy vibrated against your clit, ripping another orgasm from you. "Chuu– I can't anymore please I want you" you whined, tugging at your restraints but they wouldn't budge. No, of course they wouldn't, these were real cuffs, not those fluffy pink toys you found in sex shops that gave out at the slightest form of resistance.
"I'm sure you can take it, princess. After all, it's your punishment" hummed your boyfriend from his seat on the velvet chair at the foot of the bed. He was casually sipping on his wine, twirling the crimson liquid in its crystal glass as he eyed you down.
Though you knew that you shouldn't, earlier that day you'd come to his office at the headqurters, successfully distracting Chuuya from his work, which ended up with Mori giving him a good talk about briging his significant other to work. Chuuya was pissed that he was put in such an awkward position with his boss, and what better way to get back at you than giving you what you wanted. in copious amounts. while he stood and watched you writhe on his bed.
Despite cumming so many times you felt so damn empty, your mouth watering at the sight of your boyfriend's tenting pants. "Chuu, love, I need you 'nside me" you pleaded and he finally got up from his chair and slowly made his way to the side of the bed, his piercing eyes never leaving yours.
"Think you learned your lesson, doll?" he asked and you nodded eagerly. One of Chuuya's hands squeezed your jaw, parting your lips so he could pour the rest of his wine into your mouth. It tased bitter, fruity, like plums– staining your lips a bruised red as a few drops dribbled down your chin.
Your boyfriend wiped your mouth clean before capturing your lips in a needy, passionate kiss. Out if habit, you tried to wrap your arms his neck but the cuffs prevented you from doing so.
"Should I get rid of these?" asked Chuuya in an amused voice, hooking a finger under your cuffs.
You gave it a little thought– it was clear Chuuya liked seeing you like this and frankly, being restrained felt strangely liberating, thrilling.
"Nah" you smiled up at your boyfriend, licking the remaining wine off your lips "I'll stay like this. This is my punishement after all"
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bimoonphases · 1 day
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 26 – prompt 26: Amortentia – word count 946
Amortentia - The world’s strongest love potion, does not create love but obsession
Remus had feared that particular Potions lesson since the smile on Slughorn’s face when he had announced it.
“Of course, Amortentia’s use is forbidden, and its brewing strictly restricted, therefore you will not learn how to make it,” the Professor had said. “I will brew it personally and you will smell it, because its smell is not only different for everyone but it  also corresponds to the smell of the person you’re most attracted to.”
There had been whispers in the classroom, and the few established couples in their year had smiled at each other.
“Yes, yes, you think you’ll have it easy,” Slughorn had chuckled. “But I’ve seen my fair share of people smelling something completely unexpected in Amortentia, so be warned!”
So now they were gathered around a fuming cauldron, their faces in various degrees of anxiousness.
“Well, come on!” Slughorn clapped his hands. “Who’s first? Mr Potter, be brave! After all, your love for Ms Evans is no secret to anyone!”
James grimaced, but he moved closer to the cauldron all the same.
“I smell…” he took a deep breath. “I smell the Library. And the Quidditch pitch in the sun and…” he hesitated. “Mint tea.”
Remus frowned. He knew Lily’s scent better than anyone thanks the the wolf’s nose, but none of those things belonged to her. He shot a look at James, who immediately looked at his feet.
“Ms McKinnon.”
“I, uhm,” Marlene went beet-red. “Coffee, pencils and peaches.”
“Interesting, wonder who that could be?” Sirius chuckled.
Even Remus remembered that glorious day when Dorcas Meadowes had shown up to the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice and Marlene had flown right into a goalpost when Dorcas had bitten into one of the peaches she had brought along.
“Now now, Mr Black, we don’t tease our classmates about Amortentia,” Slughorn smiled. “You never know what’s in store for you! Ms MacDonald, please.”
Remus swallowed. He knew perfectly well what would happen the second he got a closer whiff of the potion. He would smell leather, or cigarettes, or the firewhiskey he had drunk at that party when Sirius had ended up sitting in his lap and he had realised he was stupidly, desperately and hopelessly in love with him. He would have to lie about it to the whole class.
“Summer breeze, books and… leather?” Mary groaned. “Oh, come on!”
“I know, I’m unforgettable,” Sirius winked at her.
“And to smell like books you would have to open one,” Mary retorted.
Peter was next. He took a deep breath, got suddenly pale, then turned bright red and stumbled back.
“Are you quite alright, Mr Pettigrew?”
“Is it possible to smell more than one person, Professor?” Peter whispered.
“Ah. Yes, it’s happened before. Attraction is variable and not even magic can always determine if there’s only one person for you. What did you smell?”
“Roses, violets and lemons.”
Remus recognised the perfumes Peter’s last three girlfriends had worn and he looked at James. Maybe even what he had smelled belonged to multiple people.
“Mr Lupin, go ahead.”
Remus’s stomach twisted and he braced himself getting closer to the cauldron. But none of the smells he had thought about filled his nose. Instead, other things came up and none were Sirius’s smell.
“Well, Mr Lupin?”
Remus stepped back. He didn’t even have to lie then.
“Fireplace ash, late night rain and gingerbread,” he said.
He looked across the room to Sirius. Sirius was staring back, wide-eyed and pale as a ghost. Remus was about to say something when Sirius stumbled back and suddenly ran out of the classroom. Without even thinking, Remus ran after him. He ran along the dungeon corridors and up the stairs, into the main corridor and almost colliding against Regulus rounding a corner.
“What’s gotten into you two?” Regulus exclaimed, barely managing to not spill his tea.
“Where’s Sirius?”
“Outside, but-”
Remus didn’t stay to hear the rest of the sentence. As he ran towards the castle door, the wolf’s nose registered the smell coming from Regulus’s tea. Mint.
He finally caught up with Sirius at the lake.
“Padfoot?” he panted.
“What you smelled in the Amortentia…” Sirius’s voice was shaking.
“I don’t even know what it was…”
“I do.”
Sirius turned around. His eyes were glistening with tears, and Remus’s heart dropped as he fought with all he had the urge to get closer and take him in his arms and kiss him until he felt better.
“It had just rained the night I ran from my parents’ house,” Sirius said slowly. “When I fell into the Potters’ fireplace Effie had just gotten gingerbread out of the oven.”
“How could I smell your memories, Pads?” Remus whispered.
“Maybe Amortentia works differently on a wolf’s nose. But why did you smell mine specifically, Moony?”
Remus’s shoulders slumped. How he wished now he had smelt what he had prepared himself to and lied about it.
“I…”
“Before class started I sneaked in as Padfoot,” Sirius murmured. “I wanted to see if I smelt something different as a dog.”
“And?”
“I smelled you,” Sirius looked up at him.
Remus’s heart skipped a beat.
“You did?” he breathed. “And what did you smell as you?”
Sirius took a step forward, bringing them so close Remus could almost count all of his eyelashes.
“I don’t care,” he said. “As Padfoot I didn’t smell just things that reminded me of you, Moony. I smelled all of you. I think that’s proof enough.”
Remus started to nod, but then he moved, or Sirius did or they both did and half a second later they were kissing, hanging on each other as if their lives depended on it.
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deconstructthesoup · 2 days
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Fantasy High Good Place AU
I am very happy that y'all voted for this, because it's been living in my brain rent-free for the past couple weeks.
So, right off the bat---this is partially self-indulgence, and partially a little exploration of what the Bad Kids would be like as adults if they hadn't found each other... and, well, if they were living in a more mundane world. And, of course, I had to combine and add a couple roles, just to make everyone fit.
Fig: She's in the Eleanor role as the main POV character, and as the first person who decides to learn how to be better. In life, she was a twenty-seven-year-old musician living in Phoenix, Arizona who was still trying to find her big break, and got by via drug-dealing after a string of shitty service jobs. Fig hasn't spoken to her mom in years, even after both Gilear and Gordie (aka Gorthalax) have both died, and she put up a front of selfishness and constant lies due to not trusting anyone and being afraid of being vulnerable. But when she dies and supposedly gets mistaken for a pro-bono death-row lawyer, she realizes that she's gotta ask for help...
Ayda: She's in the Chidi role---a high-strung ethics professor who devoted her life to figuring out the deep secrets of the universe, often at the cost of her own mental health. She's not as indecisive as Chidi, but she's very much of the mindset that ethical standards should always be upholded, and she initially sees nothing wrong with the points system. As Ayda becomes closer to Fig, she starts to pick up on how the system doesn't count for extenuating circumstances, and how much of an actual minefield ethics is... and she starts to reflect on her own life, where she never knew how to connect with others and stayed in her comfort zone of academia. Throughout bonding with the others, she slowly learns how to let her walls down and challenge the system.
Fabian: He's in a Tahani role, as the upper-class socialite who pretty much bought his way into "heaven" and definitely has a bunch of narcissistic tendencies. Unlike Tahani, however, he's very much aware of his own failings, and he constantly stresses about how fragile his standing and happiness is---though, he's become incredibly good at hiding it. Fabian's pretty much been living in the shadow of his late father's legacy for his whole life, and he spent most of that life trying to be just as good, if not better, than him... so, when he supposedly gets into the "Good Place," it's essentially proof that he did everything right. Of course, that still doesn't keep him from feeling like there's something amiss, especially since there's some issues with his assigned soulmate...
Riz: In life, Riz was a P.I. who mostly did petty work for rich people and got used to doing things that were vaguely shady in order to get by. By the time he died, he had a very low opinion of people in general, and had a "dog eat dog" mindset... which was immediately blown out of the water the second he realized that he'd been mistaken for a brilliant secret agent, and he was going to spend his afterlife with a self-centered rich boy as romantic soulmates. Riz being Riz, he immediately started to figure a way out of this situation, eventually finding out Fig---and one other person---and agreeing to take Ayda's ethics lessons if it meant he could earn his spot in the Good Place... though, of course, he's still subconsciously picking up on the little hints that something is off.
Kristen: She's in the "Jason" role... sorta. When she was alive, she was a former member of a conservative Christian cult who left when she was nineteen, spent the next five years trying to find another truth to pursue, and spent the last three years of her life partying her problems away and living high on nihilism. So it was quite a shock for her when, after dying, she supposedly got sent to the Good Place... and only because they thought that she's a humanitarian pastor, and straight to boot. Kristen initially doesn't want to waste time with ethics lessons, but as more and more things start to go wrong, she reluctantly agrees---and ends up reconnecting with that curious, searching part of herself that she thought she'd left behind, over and over again.
Gorgug: When he was alive, he was a physicist who made a lot of impressive discoveries---many of which had the potential to really help people---but due to the fact that he had a lot of issues with standing up for himself and believed himself to not be as smart as he actually was, he tended to let himself get taken advantage of and have other people take credit for his work. Getting into the Good Place kind of confirmed Gorgug's belief that keeping your head down and being humble would pay off eventually... until his assigned soulmate immediately told him that she was a) gay, and b) here by mistake. The two of them do become pretty good friends, and Gorgug even sits in on some of Ayda's ethics lessons, learning a bit about himself as he does.
Adaine: She's Janet---or, rather, an "Oracle," one of many informational assistants made by the Good Place (the Bad Place has Informants, while Accountants have Librarians). Every Oracle is given a name upon being activated in order to distinguish her from others, and, well, hers is Adaine. She starts off as your typical cheery, happy-to-help living Siri, but as time goes on and she gets rebooted over and over again, she starts to form genuine connections with the humans, and with connections come actual feelings... including the rise of mild anxiety. Adaine's grateful for that, though, as she sees becoming more human as an incredible experience.
Aelwyn: Honestly... there was no other character who was bitchy, multifaceted, and weirdly loving enough to be Micheal. At first, underneath her quirky and "cool older sister" angel persona, she's every bit the callous, vindictive, and cruel demon who only lives to torment human souls and prove her worth to her boss. But reboot after reboot, she fails, the humans become closer and figure her out... and she's eventually forced to cave. Aelwyn never fully loses her bitchiness and slightly amoral nature, but she does develop a heart and self-awareness as she becomes friends with the humans---and as she forms a sisterly connection with Adaine. Even a demon can learn to grow.
I have more thoughts, but I've spent a lot of time figuring out how to make this coherent, so... yeah!
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mrs-snape5984 · 1 day
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“Free me from this pain, I’ve been running from…”
“I'm tired and I'm free falling. Free me! I'm lost and I am calling you…” (“Free me” by Sia)
I’ve experienced some very rough hardships in my almost 40 years lasting existence in this world…but I’ve never given up on myself. I knew, that I’d have to fight my way back out of these horrible miseries, and I kept my faith to find the path to better times…to find the path, which will lead me upwards again.
I admit, these hardships left their marks, their scars on me. They formed my heart and my mindset…they made me the person, that I am today. I learned my lessons…and I kept going.
Since I’m living struggling with this goddamn bitch of a disease, called ME/CFS, my life has only one direction: It’s going downhill…and it’s getting faster! In these past 1,5 years, I’ve lost more and more of all the things, which made my life worth living for. I lost my ability to do my job as a pedagogue and social worker. I lost my freedom, since I’m stuck in my dark room day and night. I lost a lot of social contacts, since screen time is messing with my brain and each phone call costs me too much energy. I lost my capability to be an active mother for my three children…and this is the part, that hurts the most. Damn, I lost so much more…and I feel my heart shattering in pieces every fucking day!
Everything in my life is slowly falling apart and I’m losing my grip on reality…and on myself! The newest pain in the ass is probably my habit of passing out every few days. My whole system shuts down in the middle of a simple talk or something else and I’m falling into unconsciousness! I can’t remember the things, I’ve done before…I’m just blacked out for several hours. At first, my kids were afraid in these moments…especially when they couldn’t wake me up from this state! But now, they simply accept that “quirk” of mine as their new reality…and my motherly heart is aching for them. This shouldn’t be their reality! They shouldn’t have to live with a mother, who’s always in the dark…who’s always lying in bed! They’re children!! They shouldn’t have to whisper in my presence. I should be the person, they can rely on unconditionally!! Fuck…my heart is bleeding…and I’m sorry for my pathetic venting.
I need a way out of this hell…but since there isn’t any possibility for me right now, I’ll keep on clinging on Severus. My fantasies of him and my way of coping with my misery by writing stories about him and my - oh so self-inserted - OC Julia/Jules are the only thing, that keeps me mentally stable functioning. Well…at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I mean, I know how depressed my posts might seem.
My favourite artist for my darkest ideas is my friend @madfantasy. I told Mani about my wish to be freed from my darkness…to be cured from my disease. I need a saviour…a true hero…I need Severus! Since there aren’t any promising medical treatments, I’ll need a magical miracle to get rescued. And this is exactly, what Severus is trying for me. He conjures the demons inside my soul and forces them to leave my body. Severus is the only person, who’s brave enough to face the darkness within me. He’s my knight…and the love of my life. 21 years of my life, it was Severus, who kept me going…who inspired me with his resilience and his courage! A lot of those previous hardships could be endured by me, because I had something, I believed in. I had something, that gave me confidence and strength. I had Severus. So, please…don’t let me lose my hope and my faith in his support. And don’t let me lose my faith in myself.
Mani, my precious friend, I’m stunned by your ability to understand my ideas. Every time, I’m commissioning you for another project, your art helps me to soothe my troubled heart. It is as if you’re drawing my feelings!! I can sense my own emotions in every single line of your drawing. You don’t know, how grateful I am that I was allowed to meet you here. I love our conversations and our understanding for each other. Feel hugged, Mani! I’m sending you so much love! 🫂🫂 (fly fly) 🥹🖤 Thank you for everything.
🖤Severus & Julia🖤
🖤Sevy & Jules🖤
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eternalsa2z · 5 hours
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Savant
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It just didn't make any sense. My friend Kiki was SUCH an airhead. She could barely choose which panties she wanted to wear in the morning; often she was so indecisive she never put any on. Her focus was short and easily distracted by anything shiny, which was tough because she loved wearing jewelry. I swear she'd forget her hair if they weren't long blonde extensions attached to her silly little head.
All that was adorable...but also reeeeeeally annoying. Because besides looking amazing all the time, Kiki was incredible at one thing: fantasy football. I considered myself a football fanatic but every year her picks put my team to shame. Of course I was happy for her and proud. But there's only so many times you can hear, "OMG I won?!?!? No waaaaayyyyy! Yay!" from a giggly bimbo before you start to question the meaning of life and why you bother trying so hard at fantasy games.
I've accepted that she's a savant. But I tried to learn from her...and got even more frustrated. She doesn't watch the games! I tried once with her and she spent the entire time twirling her hair or getting distracted from the screen by looking down at her huge boobies. She also doesn't even really know the teams. There's 'the orange kitty kats!' and 'the Tenny-see Titties!' and the 'the 69ers!'. I'd swear she was messing with me if she didn't look and act so honestly sweet and innocent all the time.
There's also no rhyme or reason to her thinking. For a draft strategy Kiki might pick a player 'cuz he's dating a totes cute celebrity!'. Sometimes she likes the team's uniform colors or mascot. Or even just because his name makes her giggle. It's all vibes with her and I can do nothing I can do but smile and shake my head.
Eventually we struck a deal. She would teach me which players to pick and how to think. I'd use that in other leagues to make money. Soon I was rolling in prize money and spending it all on her turning her into a bigger bimbo. Because she earned it and somehow it's making her better at these games. Besides, if I've learned anything from these lessons, a bimbo like Kiki is the best fantasy trophy anyone could ever hope to celebrate with.
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bloody-bee-tea · 1 day
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IntiMarch 2024 Day 27 - In my shoes
The prompt for this was "I want to apologise"
Satoru won’t shut up. Yaga is talking and Satoru won’t shut up and Suguru can feel his blood starting to boil. It’s not always this bad—Satoru is not always talking this much and Suguru is usually much better at ignoring it, but today has been a bad day from the start and Suguru can barely make out Yaga’s words.
The headache that’s been bothering Suguru all morning is getting worse by the second, exacerbated by his anger and the constant noise in his ears and Suguru balls his hands into fists.
He just has to get through his lesson and then he can go hide in his room and ask Shoko to go ask Yaga for a run-down of today’s lesson and maybe something of it will even stick.
If only just Satoru would shut up.
In that moment Satoru’s arm snaps up and Yaga seems ready to strangle him. Suguru would help him, he thinks, and hangs his head in shame after that thought passes his mind.
It’s not right to think like that, Suguru knows, but he’s just so angry.
“Satoru, what is it?”
“Yaga-sensei,” Satoru seriously says and just that lets Suguru know that whatever comes out of his mouth next is going to be absolute bullshit. “Why do we have to learn this stupid, boring shit?” Satoru asks, putting his chin in his hand and blinking innocently at Yaga. “How is this history lesson going to help us exorcise curses?”
His eyes slide over to Suguru as if he’s waiting for him to agree with him, to egg him on like Suguru sometimes does, but today it’s enough to make Suguru snap.
“Will you shut up for once?” he hisses out and Satoru seems just as taken aback by his outburst than Yaga does.
Good thing Shoko isn’t here right now, she would probably be laughing at all three of them.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Satoru asks after he gets over his initial surprise and leans forward to poke Suguru’s forehead. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of bed today?”
“Fuck off,” Suguru snaps and slaps Satoru’s hand away. “Either get lost or be quiet, some of us are trying to listen here.”
“Didn’t know you’re such a model student,” Satoru huffs out and Suguru can see that he’s trying to hide how hurt he is by Suguru’s harsh words, but not everything is about Satoru and right now Suguru couldn’t care less. “This is all boring shit anyway.”
He’s just so angry and his head is hurting so much.
“You’re such a selfish bastard, you have no idea what it’s like for—” Suguru cuts himself off because he never wants Satoru to know any of this, never wants to let him know just how out of his depth he is here and so instead of continuing this pointless fight with Satoru he simply gets up and storms out of the classroom.
“Geto!” Yaga calls after him, and Suguru knows that he’ll probably be in big trouble for this later, but right now he doesn’t care.
His head hurts, his hands are shaking and he just needs to not be there for now.
He makes it halfway to his room before Satoru catches up to him, because of course he does.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Satoru loudly asks yet again, snatching Suguru’s elbow in his hand and forcing him to stop his retreat. “You’re not usually this quick to anger. And you don’t usually lash out at me like that.”
“Yeah and you’re not usually this much of an asshole,” Suguru shoots right back but the fight is already leaving him, and fast at that, exhaustion winning out over everything else.
He stuffs his still shaking hands into his pockets, wrangling his arm out of Satoru’s grip in the process.
“What do you want?” Suguru asks, much more subdued and he wishes he could teleport, too, if only to make it to his bed faster. Or maybe he should go see Shoko first, get something for his headache after all and then sleep the rest of the day away.
“What did you mean, I have no idea what it’s like?” Satoru wants to know. “What it’s like for who?”
“You really have no goddamn idea, do you? You’re such a privileged stupid asshole,” Suguru mutters, and he sees that same hurt pass over Satoru’s face and this time, Suguru feels bad about it.
It makes him mad that he feels bad about it, but he also knows that it’s unfair to simply expect Satoru to understand if he can’t even explain. After all, it’s more than obvious that Satoru can’t simply read his mind and understand him just like that.
“What it’s like for me,” Suguru finally says and even though they are in the middle of campus he simply sits down on the ground.
He’s exhausted down to the bones all of a sudden and he fears that his legs are not going to carry him for a moment longer, especially not if he has to have this conversation with Satoru now.
“I’m not from one of the big Clans, Satoru, I know you keep forgetting that, but I’m just a nobody. You have no idea how shitty my childhood was.”
“What do you mean?” Satoru asks, clearly trying for calm himself as he squats down next to Suguru. “Explain it to me.” He gently bumps their shoulders together, cautious, as if he’s afraid that Suguru is going to explode into his face again and the fear is not completely unwarranted with how today has been going.
“I can see curses, Satoru,” Suguru reminds him. “For you that was fine, that was to be expected because your Clan knows, your Clan can too. But my family can’t. No one in my village can. Now I know to hide it, I know how to look past them, how to pretend that I’m normal. I didn’t when I was three or four or five.”
Satoru sucks in a breath and even though Suguru guesses that Satoru understands now, he keeps going. It’s hard to stop, once he started.
“It really doesn’t go over too well when a three year old tells his parents all about the crazy things he sees, of all the little curses, the one that are harmless or the ones that scare the hell out of him. It doesn’t go over well at all.” Suguru lets out a bitter chuckle. “Every kid fears the monster in the closet but usually that’s just a figment of their imagination. Not so for me. I knew that there was something in the closet and under my bed and down the street and on the back of my mother. And there is no way to explain it, no way to make them understand and so they did what the thought they had to do.”
“What’s that?” Satoru asks even though he sounds very much as if he doesn’t want to know.
Suguru can’t even blame him. It must be so nice to come from a family who understands, who can explain.
“I’ve been scared out of my mind since I can think, Satoru. I was scared and I was told I was seeing things and then my parents put me on medication. And they did it early. By the time I was eight I was addicted. I was starting to believe people when they said that what I’m seeing is not real. It wasn’t until Yaga found me that I finally learned what’s really going on. I was fifteen then, Satoru.”
“Shit,” Satoru mutters and Suguru laughs slightly, because yeah. Shit.
“I’m off my meds now, obviously, but—Shoko is still monitoring me for withdrawal symptoms. She has to, because it’s still really bad most days,” Suguru admits and hangs his head, clenching his hands.
“The shaking—” Satoru starts and Suguru nods.
“It’s one of them. The frequent headaches, the mood swings—it’s all because of that.”
“Excuse me, I’d like to think that I’m able to irritate you all on my own, thank you very much,” Satoru huffs out and it’s so ridiculous, it’s so Satoru that Suguru laughs for real.
“You’d be right about that,” he agrees, because he thinks that even without that Satoru would drive him crazy on most days.
“You never—learned any of this stuff,” Satoru mutters when Suguru calmed down again and Suguru nods.
“I have no idea about most of the things Yaga talks about. I don’t know what’s going on most of the time, but especially when it comes to the history of curses and sorcerers. It’s all new to me.”
“And I’ve been acting like the spoiled brat I am because it’s all old news to me and I completely failed to think about how it must be for you,” Satoru whispers and smacks his forehead. “I simply assumed you grew up knowing as well because it’s unfathomable to me how you could not.”
“I get why you’d think that,” Suguru shrugs. “You’ve been kind of sheltered and that’s not your fault, but—yes. I didn’t even know you were a big deal in this world until Yaga took me aside on that very first day and explained it to me. I didn’t know there were established families or anything else. Hell, learning that there’s an entire school for people like me had me so floored and spent two days in bed, questioning my entire life.”
Those hadn’t been good days. There were a lot of what-if’s floating around Suguru’s mind those days and he came dangerously close to hating his parents, even though they did the only thing they thought was right, and everyone in this school, for not finding him sooner, for not having a more reliable system in place to find young sorcerers.
It had been a very bumpy start to his time here.
“Suguru, I’m—” Satoru starts and Suguru knows what he’s going to say, but he’s not ready to hear it.
“Shut it,” he mutters. “I’m just—I’m tired, Satoru. I’m going to go to bed.”
Satoru shuffles next to him and even though Suguru expects him to argue, Satoru only nods in the end.
“Alright. Do you need anything?”
“You can bring me dinner,” Suguru says and even though it’s meant to let Satoru know that he isn’t mad, he still can’t take Satoru’s huge, grateful smile as if he’s doing him a favour.
He has done nothing but be mean to Satoru today.
“I will,” Satoru promises and gets back up, holding his hand out for Suguru.
Suguru doesn’t hesitate to take it, shaking be damned, and he’s back on his feet a second later, Satoru pulling him up with ease.
“Go rest. I’ll bring your favourite later,” Satoru promises him and Suguru can’t help himself, he briefly leans in, rests his forehead on Satoru’s shoulder.
“Thanks,” he gets out, kind of choked up because Satoru is treating him carefully right now, but he doesn’t seem to be judging him and that’s really all Suguru can ask for.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier,” Suguru says, his voice muffled by Satoru’s uniform but he must hear him because he’s slapping the back of his head a moment later.
“Shut the hell up, I don’t want to hear it,” Satoru says, briefly scratching at Suguru’s scalp to ease the sting. “There’s nothing you have to apologise for.”
Suguru wants to argue, because he’s been a real ass, but he’s also tired so he only nods and forces himself to move away from Satoru.
“Later,” he says and stumbles a little bit when Satoru gives him a shove.
“Go sleep, idiot,” Satoru fondly says and Suguru is off to do exactly that.
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He wakes up when Satoru barges into his room without so much as a cursory knock, carrying a tray of food and something else under his arms.
“What the hell,” Suguru grumbles, though he feels better and the headache is mostly gone, so he sits up, expectantly holding his hands out for the tray.
Satoru did promise him dinner after all.
“Like I promised,” Satoru says with a grin and plops it down in Suguru’s lap. “Your favourite.”
And it is; the smell instantly makes Suguru’s stomach grumble.
“I checked in with Shoko, too, she says sleeping and eating and drinking enough should suffice to get you back on your feet for today, if the symptoms don’t get worse. Did they get worse?” he asks and sits down in front of the bed, staring up at Suguru.
“No, they didn’t,” Suguru truthfully says and feels himself go a little bit hot when Satoru smiles brightly at him.
“Good. And then—” he says and gets the book he was also carrying with him “—there’s also this.”
He presents the book to Suguru as if it should tell him something but he can’t spot a title and on closer inspection it looks more like a notebook than an actual printed one.
“I wanted to apologise, so I made this,” Satoru says and hands the book over. “I wrote down everything I remember about the major Clans. Yaga still knows more than I do, probably, but this will serve as a great overview and for more in-depths questions you can always ask him, I already checked with him.”
“You—what?” Suguru chokes out and briefly flips through the pages.
Sure enough every page is filled with Satoru’s handwriting, detailing everything about the Clans he knows and which Suguru doesn’t and he’s embarrassed to admit that his eyes sting. It must have been a lot of work to write this all down today.
“You didn’t have to,” he whispers out and jolts when Satoru puts his arms on his lap and leans his head there, too, staring up at Suguru.
“I kind of had to. I was so thoughtless and I’m really sorry. I promise to behave in class from now on. And—you can always ask me, too, I know I don’t act like it but I do know my stuff. It’s why Yaga’s lessons are so boring to me but I will behave, for you.”
“Satoru,” Suguru gets out and puts the book aside to card his fingers through Satoru’s hair. “I’m sorry I kept this from you for so long, I shouldn’t have.”
“I shouldn’t have behaved like an ass, so I’d say we’re quits, how about that?” Satoru asks, his eyes curving up with his smile.
“Fair,” Suguru gets out and leans down until he can rest their foreheads together. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Satoru whispers. “For telling me. I know it can’t have been easy.”
He’s right about that; it had been easy telling Shoko and even Yaga, because for all that he likes them it doesn’t quite matter to him what they think. But Satoru matters and Suguru had been scared shitless that he’d think less of Suguru if he ever knew any of this.
Suguru really should have known that Satoru wouldn’t care.
“Satoru, I—”
“I know,” Satoru interrupts him and leans up, nudging their noses together. “Me, too,” he adds in a quiet voice and Suguru huffs out an amused laugh.
He should have known that even this would be easy, with Satoru.
“Now, I’ll kiss you for real if you eat,” Satoru then says and Suguru lets out a long-suffering sigh.
“You’re insufferable,” he says, though he does reach for his food.
By now he’s starving, so it’s not even as if he needs Satoru’s incentive, though he’s not going to say no to it, that’s for sure.
“And you love me like that,” Satoru says with a bright grin and Suguru can’t believe that he’s right, but by god, is he right.
“I do. Thank you.”
“Suguru!” Satoru exclaims, going bright red in the face. “Stop thanking me! I’m still grovelling, so just stop. Eat, goddamit,” he grumbles and Suguru hides his smile with his food.
Satoru doesn’t move from his place at Suguru’s feet until he’s devoured everything Satoru brought him and even then he only climbs on the bed to put the book in Suguru’s lap and starts going through the first chapter.
Suguru gladly follows along, but he also steals a kiss for every page they get through and soon enough the book is forgotten.
And it turns out Suguru doesn’t have to steal any kisses at all, because Satoru is more than happy to give him as many as he wants.
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suzukiblu · 2 days
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WIP excerpt: the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood's life.
"I can’t do that," Dick says, gritting his teeth. “I’m not going to do that, more accurately. You’re in heat, for one thing. You’re not thinking straight.” 
"I'm lonely, alpha," Jason whines pleadingly, leaning forward towards him in his pathetic excuse for a nest, and it's a manipulation tactic but it's not any kind of a lie. "I need you. Need what you can give me.”
Dick exhales through his teeth. Jason wishes it meant he were actually struggling to hold himself back from doing that. Wishes there were something in Dick that was–that wanted him, even just to get his knot wet. 
Dick’s not like that, of course. Wouldn’t ever do anything like that just to get his rocks off. Or at least, he wouldn’t have when Jason knew him. 
But Jason was just a stupid kid with a crush who still thought Robin was magic when he knew Dick. 
He doesn’t know him anymore. Not really. Not like he . . . not like he’d always wanted to, and definitely not like he’d hoped to, back when . . . back when he’d still . . . 
He doesn’t know Dick at all, really. It’s been fucking years, and Dick doesn’t even recognize him anymore. Probably doesn’t even think about him anymore. He’s got a new packmate wearing his old colors and looking up to him; a better one. One who isn’t as fucked up or stupid as the old one. A replacement. 
An upgrade. 
Jason could never, ever replace any of them. He lost every single one of them, but he’s never even thought about the idea of a new pack. He’ll never have a pack again. Not for anything. 
He’d let Bruce replace his mom–his real mom, not Sheila Haywood–and look how that had turned out. 
So he should learn the fucking lesson, shouldn’t he. 
And he has, he knows. He’s more than learned it. 
Unless Dick takes enough pity on him to crawl into this shitty excuse for a nest and get him pupped right now, anyway, in which case he’s not even going to pretend to care about knowing better. 
He’d do whatever he had to do for Dick’s pup. Whatever he had to do for . . . for . . .
“You don’t,” Dick says. Jason’s skin buzzes uncomfortably. He wants to take off his clothes and burrow down into an actually decent nest and do whatever it takes to get Dick in it with him, whether the other’s knot ends up involved or not. Whether . . . whether he breeds him or not. 
If he would, though . . . 
Jason would give up on all the rest of it, if Dick would just give him that. 
He’d never even make Bruce have to find out what’s happened to him, or how much blood is on his hands now. 
What he’s like now.
“I do,” he says, and Dick exhales roughly again, digging his fingers into his folded arms, and then just shakes his head. 
Jason chokes on nothing, and then he sobs. 
He just wants . . .
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"Don't bow to that one! He bows to us, idiot!"
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heavencasteel420 · 1 year
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I’m not trying to be overly precious about my fave, but, like, it is canon that Jonathan is useful in a fight. Even in otherwise good fics, I’ll see him characterized as “not a fighter,” especially in contrast to Nancy and Steve, and I’ll be like, “He literally stabbed a guy to death with a pair of scissors. He beat Steve’s ass. He can set shit on fire and perform impromptu surgery with the best of them. What are you talking about.”
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penandinkprincess · 2 years
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okay but jaskier who learns REAL quick about which conditions he should and should nOT whine about
complaints about being too cold? will at LEAST get a cloak tossed at his face still warm with witcher body heat. at BEST might get his bedroll yanked over for Survival Cuddles :D
complaints about being too hot? yeeted IMMEDIATELY into the nearest body of water with NO warning D:<
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raph was never any less suited to leadership than leo
raph was never any less suited to leadership than leo
raph was N E V E R any less suited to leadership than leo
idk how many times i can say it before it sinks in that in rise there was never once any point where that was the point being made
if you just like leo’s character better than you like raph’s, that’s fine! if you just like it better when leo is leader, that’s fine! i have no issue!
but we need to stop trying to circle that leadership change back to somehow being about better or worse or ~more cut out for it~ because it sucks to throw the great job raph did through the series under the bus in order to prop up leo’s good qualities. 
they’re both great leaders. they both have strong suits and weak suits in the role, they both have growth and development when they’re in that role. they BOTH make on-screen mistakes in that role and aren’t very good at it at first! not getting a more in-depth explanation about it in the movie or series stinks and it’s very interesting to explore, but seriously. 
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blusandbirds · 10 months
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isaac lahey ("your father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you." "he didn't used to.")
"shape shifted" (teen wolf) // "cut" (catherine lacey) // "abomination" (teen wolf) // "unleashed" (teen wolf) // "motel california" (teen wolf) // "anchors" (teen wolf)
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axewchao · 1 year
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"You should smile more often, Luddy!"
—Iggy, five seconds before he received a magic blast to the face.
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kyistell · 12 days
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Wow me, drawing Jersey? Craazzzyyyyy
Anyway, I had an original design for this type of look on the Ipad, ended up not looking at it once since I apparently have memory. Kinda glad I didn't since I could go just by memory and figure it out as I went along ya know. (ps, for those who don't normally read tags just like, please do, i put so many lil things in there lolz)
Okay SO, I have this lil headcanon, nothin big, that Jersey didn't used to wear shorts until like 2000 or something, maybe a bit before then. This is because he has some scars on his legs, just from over the years, and wearing shorts not only shows those but also make it easier for him to get scrapes and such.
He was fine wearing shorts around NY, Del, and Rhode, occasionally Mass as well if he happened to be around at the time. He couldn't wear them around anyone else for a long time, some scars had Memories(tm) attached to them, some good most bad, so he just never wore shorts.
He's gotten a lot more comfortable wearing them around the other states over the years, mainly because of Covid where Mass unfortunately wouldn't let him keep wearing the same two pairs of pants. So he's fine now, if still a lil uncomfortable around some states (the west mainly), you just won't see him wearing them until it's the first day over 60 in state.
Anyway I love NJ but this isn't surprising, I live here. I am NOT a simp for this bitch, he's my state, I have to like him, 'sides who else would I attach to? Pennsylvania? Florida? Or god forbid NEW YORK!? Absolutely not, that's sacrilegious that is.
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bamboozled-distress · 3 months
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why is there so much hate on poppy 😭 god forbid a woman do anything
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quietwingsinthesky · 4 months
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anyway. it’s like. there’s nothing wrong with fan stuff about dean becoming a better person, learning better coping mechanisms, escaping the cycle. that’s what fan stuff is for: to have the opportunity to do that. but that’s also. very much not the story told about dean winchester on the cw’s superntural. he’s never getting out of the cycles, baby. he died in the cycles!!!
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