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wekiamo · 1 year

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fell harder pt 2

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: here goes part 2! this is a lil longer than my fics usually are, i hope thats not a problem! have fun reading 🤍 BTW SKEET IN THIS GIF BYEE that man is something else

pt. 3 & masterlist

warnings: swearing, fluff

you didn’t get to sleep a lot at night. maybe it’s the anxiety you’re feeling, knowing that today you were going to meet almost everyone you were going to see very often from now on. it’s not a big deal for you, the only big deal is that in “everyone”, skeet ulrich is included.

you fear you’re gonna get nervous and say something weird, act weird making him dislike you. if that was anyone else, it would be okay. but imagine skeet ulrich disliking you? that’s what you think for almost 5 minutes after getting up from bed, while looking at yourself in the mirror.

you figure out you have to convince yourself that he’s a normal person just like you, and that there’s nothing to be scared about.

“yeah, it’s not a big deal. so what if he doesn’t like me?” you tell youself, before opening your fridge and grabbing an apple. you continue talking “i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do. that’s it!” you sound more convinced than you thought you would be, and that makes a smile grow in your face.

you jump happily around the house, until you get to the couch and throw yourself on it. you turn on the TV and you start watching some kids show, too busy biting your apple to change the channel.

it’s silly, but you find yourself not wanting to change it, so you just keep watching it until you’re done with your apple. you turn off the TV, and start feeling sleepy.

you close your eyes slowly, and then you fall asleep.

—

“damn, that was the best nap i’ve took in such a long time” you say, before checking what time is it.

it’s 4 pm. you remember you didn’t ask dave what time you’re supposed to show up to dinner, then you make your way to your room to get your phone.

“Hey Y/n, meet us at 7. I can pick you up if you want to” 2:20 pm

“smart guy” you think “it’d be cool if he picked me up. meeting someone for the first time in their car would be a… would be definitely a new experience”

“hey, sorry for taking too long, i took a nap” 4:07 pm

“but yes! imma send you my address rq hold on” 4:07 pm

you send him your adress.

you’re hungry.

it’s time for Topanga’s Burgers - your favorite place in the world. well, not really but thats what you call it. actually, it’s just your favorite place to eat burgers. its really near your house and that makes you love it even more. you have befriended literally all the workers there. you love the fact they’re all kind and they really like what they’re doing, you really appreciate it. it makes you remember of how amazing would it be if you had a job you’d love doing. and your last job was definitely not something you loved doing, in fact, it was the complete opposite. you quit it not too long ago and you were living with your savings and your mom’s salary. she lives with you, but she’s on vacation now. anyways, Topanga’s Burgers definitely gives you motivation to keep working hard to get where you want.

you take a bath, put on some clothes you like, do your personal hygiene, and you leave your house.

“y/n!!” a worker greets you with a big smile on her face, leaving the cashier area to come and give you a hug.

“keisha! hey, how have you been?” you hug her back tightly, happy to see her again.

keisha is a 40 years old cheerful and awesome woman. she’s probably one of the most fun friends you have. she also gives you amazing advice about literally anything you ask her about. she’s the best

“i’ve been worried about you. it’s been 3 days you’re not even coming to greet us anymore!” she says, with a genuine look of worry in her eyes. that statement of hers make it pretty obvious you come here a lot.

“yes, and i’m sorry! but i got some pretty good news”

“save it just for a minute” she says, and turns around to call the rest of the workers to hear the news you have “guys, come here! y/n’s back with good news”

everyone in the burger shop starts looking, but you don’t really care. it doesn’t embarrass you anymore.

you greet everyone coming your way as they make a circle and adjust to it, to hear the news.

“come closer” you say, and they do.

“you know when i auditioned for scream 7, right? so… i did it”

“YOU GOT THE ROLE?” keisha screamed, as some other workers gasp.

“I DID” you reply with a big smile and a happy nod, as they start jumping and screaming in excitement as you do too.

“you’re not so useless, are you?” tom joked, and everyone laughed including you.

“but seriously now, who’s going to be working with you?” tom asked in a curious tone

“there’s someone special. really special”

“hurry and give us a hint” said angelica, a funny old woman who works as a cleaning lady.

“okay, okay, you’ll have to get it right. it’s this really hot middle-aged man who you all know i always had a crush on”

“no way. skeet ulrich? he’s going to be in scream 7 too?”

“yes ma’am!”

“guys, didn’t scream end in the third movie?” linda asked.

“shut up linda, let her speak” the old woman shushed her daughter, making everyone let out a laugh

“and i’m going to meet him. today”

“wait the shootings are already starting?” tom asked you.

“no, it’s just that the cast is going to have dinner together today. and i’m going to meet SKEET ULRICH”

“tell us more. where’s it gonna be?”

“i’ll tell you all after you take my order, ‘cause im like really hungry… please?”

keisha comes running to the cashier area, to get your order. there’s another man there too in all black with a black cap too, kind of covering his face - he's probably waiting for a while now since the workers were all in a circle screaming and jumping few seconds ago.

you watch keisha greet the guy and take his order, walking to the cashier area to stand right beside him.

as she’s there taking notes of his order, he looks at you and pushes his cap up, while you turn your head to see him. you’re now able to see his face.

“oh my fucking god” you think.

“hi, i’m skeet. what a funny coincidence! we’re filming scream 7 together, right?” he greets you with a handshake and a grin, as you turn your body to him and not just your head

keisha gasps. she starts laughing at your face as she goes to prepare his order.

there’s no fucking way. skeet ulrich is right in front of you and 100% heard you saying he’s hot and you have a crush on him. your cheeks turn red.

“hello” you say stuttering a bit “i’m y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you” your hands still in his. his touch is warm and you find yourself not wanting to drop it. but you did, before it makes the situation awkward.

it’s not like you love him. it’s just that you’ve had a crush on him for the last 15 years. not a big deal… right?

you remember your own words.

i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do.

“that’s it” you finish your sentence once again, but this time not out loud.

“so…” he starts

“here’s your order, sir. sorry for the wait, again”

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. i was called hot, you know”

he really heard you. “shit”, you think to yourself

keisha laughs. you eye her, looking done and she covers her mouth to stop laughing.

“i’ll wait for you”

“nice. he wants to sit with me. how awkward is that going to be?” you think, but you stop quickly “no. it’s not going to be awkward. once again, he’s just a normal guy who’s talking to me! nothing more than that”

“like always, please”

keisha nods, still with a smile in her face stopping herself from laughing again. she goes to the kitchen and start preparing your order.

“listen, i’m sorry. can you pretend you didn’t hear me? please?”

“right ma’am. you didn’t lie, though. i am indeed hot”

“hey!” you reply, chuckling.

“sorry, sorry. but you laughed”

you start talking to him, waiting for keisha to come with your order. she’s usually really fast with your order, but today it’s taking a little too long.

she’s definitely doing it on purpose for you to keep talking to him.

you’re really enjoying it, though. he’s a nice guy and you’re a nice girl, a perfect match. you seem to get along really well. you notice something quickly - his moves are gentle and not too fast. you’re the complete opposite, but you love it when people move calmly like this, it comforts you, you have no idea why.

keisha gives you your order as you thank her and gives her a smile.

“let’s go ma’am” he smirks at you, guiding you to a table.

“you come here often?” he asks, obviously making fun of you

“take a guess” you say and you both giggle.

“is it going to be your first time?” he asks

“hm?”

“playing a part in a movie”

oh.

“ah yes. i’ve never been part of a movie before. i’m really nervous about it to be honest. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to do my best”

“don’t worry, it’s not rocket science. all you’re going to do is pretend to be someone for a while”

“are you sure that’s all?”

“well, i told myself that exact same thing for every role i played and it went great”

“i’m talking to billy loomis right now, so i guess i’ll have to trust you.”

“yes, i’m a middle aged hot man, you should trust me”

you both laugh and he starts again “jokes aside, i’ll always be on set. if you need some advice, just call me and i’ll help you, ok?“

“thank you skeet. i really appreciate it”

you kept talking to him until you were both done eating.

somehow, this guy makes you feel comfortable around him. maybe it’s just your daddy issues, but you doubt it. this man has something in him that feels just right.

“we gotta go now. we have dinner with the cast, remember?”

“am i gonna have to see you again?” you joke as you get up and he does too, and he gasps ironically

“the middle-aged man here did not like it!”

“oh stop it” you say walking beside him to the exit and he chuckles softly.

“you want a ride home, kid?” skeet asks you, as he turns to you.

“no thanks, i live near here. you can go”

“okay then, see you later tonight!” he waves tilting his head and smiling softly as he enters his car. you wave back.

“wait”

“yes?”

“do you want me to pick you up for dinner?”

oh god. you wanted to say yes, but what about dave? wouldn’t he be upset?

“i’m sorry skeet, dave’s already going to pick me up” you say, with sort of a sad tone, trying not to upset skeet.

“it’s alright. dave, huh?” he smirks at you

“do not.” you reply quickly, raising your eyebrowns and lowering your head

“okay, okay” he laughs “see ya!”

you smile in response.

in 3 seconds, you’re going to process everything that just happened.

“no way” you say out loud.

someone touched your shoulders behind you, making you jump with the unexpected touch, relaxing right after you see it’s angelica

“little girl you better tell me everything” she said with her hands still on your shoulders.

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koopalingsmagicmischief · 2 months

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UPDATES: Why Blog Activity is Sporadic, Magic Mischief in Fanfic Form, New Characters, and More!

hello, whoever happens to read this update post about a silly little AU made by a silly little guy, im alive and bored and i need to give a few updates

The reasons for my sporadic activity and inactivity

a lot. between work, mental health, and being disabled, i can't really stay on this blog 24/7 and provide constant content. and yes, that means the blog going radio silent for a week means im recharging and working on stuff behind the scenes! and taking short, sporadic hiatuses when i need a break is better for me in the long run, anyway—

Magic Mischief Fic In The Works + More!! 6 new characters?!

another thing i wanna mention is that im planning on turning Magic Mischief into a fic, as that would be easier for me, personally, as a fanfic writer; but don't worry! the blog's here to stay, and will continue to serve its purpose as the place for Magic Mischief AU content and updates! in addition to K:MM becoming a fic and chapter updates will be posted here, some of the other content for this blog will include:

screenshots of K:MM shenanigans on ponytown + eventually i might remake the skins since im getting better with the outlines

fake twitter interactions

Gacha Life 2 used for the magical girl/magical boy forms because imma be real your boy suffers extreme art block sometimes and it's better than picrews—

incorrect quotes and other shitposty shit; some will just be in text form, but pencil sketches, digital sketches, fully colored comics (traditional or digital), and fake twitter interactions are all also options!

concept art, lots and lots of concept art

and more!

and in addition to all of the new blog content, i have 6 new characters im working on!! these 6 characters all seem to be staples of Koopalings AUs on Tumblr, so i decided "hey i should probably add them to my AU too!" and ive been struggling with trying to get the proportions right for 4 of them bUT NEW CHARACTERS ARE DEFINITELY COMING SOON DON'T WORRY—

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fictionfixations · 8 months

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Awake and Unafraid | TMA Fic (Fic Rec)

Martin's new job at the Institute isn't what he was expecting. Along with Tim and Sasha, he's struggling with a disorganized Archive, no direction from their slightly-devious boss, and the growing feeling that they're in danger. Which is not helped by the cryptic warnings from a far too-knowing voice on an ancient tape recorder calling themselves the Archivist.

its. so fucking. cool. AND IT MAKES SENSE, like genuinely. with an actual plot, and i really enjoyed it. There was no part where I felt like 'I have to stop reading' because it's too much? It was perfect. Well not perfect perfect obviously, but I had a really enjoyable experience binging it lmfao. If you don't know what TMA stands for, its The Magnus Archives, its basically like a horror podcast. This is where I admit most of my knowledge comes from other fanfics because I'm still on like season one? And I do this thing where I tune out background noise accidentally, but I wouldn't be able to fully focus on it because I'm a multi-task person, so I've been slowly doing the task of reading the transcripts for every episode out loud instead, which helps but I get a headache cause MAN they're long.

anyway this is Martin/Jon, which I'm still figuring out ships but I'm assuming that's the big whole OTP that nearly everyone ships in the fandom, but if that's not your cup of tea (cause that's understandable, I think Bakudeku is like an OTP but some people find it uncomfortable due to the previously kinda toxic relationship?) here's your warning. Uh. also. as the tags say. "The Usual TMA Warnings Apply". Which. uhh. if you're squeamish at just the mention of stuff maybe. don't. Or maybe if you don't like horror?? I've never actually been affected by horror books unless they're super gross or go extremely in depth about depictions of like, say, gore, so I can't actually say if the fic is scary at all, but I found myself very invested. Also uhh, Martin POV. If you've been looking at my bookmarks recently (why are you?) then you'd find it's kind of like a mix of TMA and HP x Twilight rn. Opposite sides of the spectrum kinda where ones are either romance-typical with Twilight which I've never seen, or character bashing. And then TMA's here like 'there are things more powerful and blah blah blah--' But to be fair..

At the very left is Twilight x HP. And the very right is TMA. Although a few tabs are out of sight because I have too many open. lmfao. Anyway I've been rambling. Um. Um. UH. JUst. give it a shot??? You kinda get the gist of what's going on after you read a few multi-chapter fics because it develops a timeline and they generally tend to be close to the 'start' (which I don't know when. but. worm usually.) and then you can kinda notice based on similarities between fics what's usually canon. imma shut up now (anyway martins a def fav that you might see around if i have more fics to share)

#tma spoilers #tma fanfic #tma fanfiction #fic rec #fanfic rec #fanfic recommendation #fic recommendation #tma au #read on ao3 #thoughts

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anotherghoul666 · 1 year

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Ask game time!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

(If you wanna)

Thank you for the questions buddy! I appreciate it! :D

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? This is gonna be my third time answering this one but you know what? Imma share more cause I have a ton of writing moments that made me laugh :P One of my favorite little things to do in my fics is to use the ghoul's experience of being summoned on earth as a funny lens to observe the human experience through. Cause like, let's face it ok, the human body? Weird as fuck. Clunky machines with design errors. Should not have been released, did not pass the beta test. The human mind? Also weird as fuck, why do brains work like that exactly? Culture, social constructs, even the concept of time are all, so strange when you think about for too long. So I like to pepper some general confusion about the human experience in my texts and I find those super cheeky and funny. I can just picture the pause and expression on the ghoul's face XD Like "this is so illogical, why would humans do this??". One example from Serotonin like a Loaded Gun would be, Rain's musings on a construction error on the human body while he explains how choking works: “Air chokes are more dangerous because human flesh suits are super weak in specific spots apparently, and the windpipe is surprisingly easy to crush,” the water ghoul explained, didactic and composed. “I don’t know why they make their bodies like this, it’s weird such a small cartilage collapsing can kill them, you’d think they’d reinforce the throat with scales or something,” he mused pensively before he caught himself. “Anyway. What I mean is, we have to deal with the bodies we’re in out here, so it’s important to know these things.”

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? In terms of the contents of the scenario? Probably Drought. I feel Dewdrop had no fucking clue what he was getting into at the start of this one, and no matter what he had planned (probably just getting fucked, honestly), Swiss decided to derail the shit out of those expectations hahaha. Swiss is the guy that will flip a situation on its head just because he can. Dewdrop's mental processes through this fic, so many moments of "what the fuck am I doing right now?" but he still does it xD In terms of the writing process, This Could All Be Yours. While I wrote this one, shit kept. fucking. happening. irl like, mad crazy and difficult things. I pulled through and made something beautiful out of it but good lord did shit suck irl from mid-November to, like, last week XD It wasn't an easy time to write.

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon? I answered that one previously here.

🏆 What's your most popular fic? According to the statistics on ao3, both in terms of hits (which aren't so meaningful to me) and kudos (which I count as a closer number to my "real" amount of readers), Surface Tension! My very first Ghost fic, the one that started it all. The one that was written and posted in a 48h fever dream I like to call Satan touched hahaha. Seretonin is creeping up there though! It's very close to Surface, and it already has more bookmarks so I wouldn't be surprised if this darling Rain/Dew choking fic of mine emerges as my most popular work in the coming months.

#asks #thank you so much for these!!! I appreciate you!!

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writtengalaxies · 1 year

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hey hey! im down for a little chat <3

i only found this blog like, 2 days ago but i can already feel myself getting the urge to go back and reread everything here. content of the highest quality over here <3 /gen

all the fics on AO3 would be really nice as well imo! although i cant say that i use the site that frequently, it could be a good way for others to find your works! at least thats how i see it

i think its due to how much i simp for this man, but i really love love LOVE the memory files. the trope is fairly common (from what ive seen) but the way you write it? chefs kiss. i am patiently but eagerly waiting for the next part mwah <3

the cup god chronicles were also a really fun read. i dont fully really see content (READ: fics) for him regularly so i was immediately intrigued and when i tell you, i was HOOKED. big fan, i love this doofus <3

now imma ask you something. who's your fave ego? my guess is engineer lol

also, whats your pronouns? i havent seen them listed anywhere ^^"

if you dont mind me asking, how long have you been writing? just in general. it seems like a basic Q but the answers are fascinating.

and as a last little tid bit of me im willing to share for the night, i read most of your works in around 2 hours. what that says about me is irrelevant,, goodnight, i hope this isnt too big of a text wall to answer <3

WAAAH thank you!! Also all of that in two hours?! Oh gosh! (And you're all good! I like big text walls!)

That was more or less my thought with posting them on Ao3! I know a lot of writers do cross-post them, so I figured "hey, why not". I...might end up doing that today, since I managed to pull a muscle in my back real bad in the night and I'm laid up in bed. gfhj

Ooooh, Lost Memory Files does tend to be a fan favorite. XD I'm really happy people like it! It...actually spun out of a similar idea but with Engineer and a Captain who can't remember wormholes and looping...heh. The next part, based on my loose notes, is likely going to continue the hurt.

Cup God Chronicles was really my first attempts at writing Night, the smug bastardass. The reader being a sarcastic little shit is in part I'm a sarcastic little shit, and in part based off of @ghostf1ux. I did notice there aren't a ton of fics for him that aren't...uh. Spicy. I have a couple more fics planned for it!

Favorite ego is 100% Engineer. "The smartest dumbass" was how I saw him described at one point and I'm like "yes. THIS ONE." There's something about like...realizing that even through all the hurt on both sides of that, he still fully trusts the captain? Despite everything. Never knowing the full extent of everything the captain goes through, despite his own misconceptions...

And well, hope is very important to me. So ISWM being very centered around never giving up hope kind of hit real hard, you know?

I DIDN'T REALIZE I DIDN'T PUT PRONOUNS ANYWHERE. ghjk WHOOPS. Honestly, almost anything! (My one exception is it/it's, and that's just because it doesn't feel like me. Big love to everyone who does though! Y'all rock it!)

I'm a genderfluid menace so they're always changing anyway!

How long I've been writing...the first thing I really clearly remember writing was either HP or Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic waaaaaaaaay back in the day. I must have been about 10 or 11? So...20+ years at this point.

If I had to think about creative writing and doing it more consistently, that's closer to about...16 years? (I had to think about when I graduated high school and I felt like I aged SIGNIFICANTLY in an instant.)

One of my English teachers really drove a lot of confidence in my writing! Shout out to Mr. Craig, who liked some of my original stuff I had written for his class so much, he still has it and checks in from time to time on what I'm up to.

He's a big reason as to why I have an 111k original fiction novel and a novella I self-published for a while. He also did a front-flip off a stage with a lightsaber for a student-written play.

#askbox and you shall receive

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lady-ragnvindr · 3 years

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Lmao, here have this horny brainrot I did while waiting for the angst <3

Oh, by the way The Diluc x reader fic has like a small bit of Jean x reader.. Are you OK with that? 👀

Anyways back to the brainrot

-🍷 anon

Earn it

Cat! Sub! Diluc x Owner! Dom! Reader

⚠️: Pegging, Overstimulation, Degradation, Begging, Slapping, Pulling of Hair and Tail, nipple play, Mommy kink, Pet play, Reader being mean and rough etc. (???)

Reader is a female

Hue, hue enjoy a screaming diluc begging

Finally after God knows how long, (Y/N) finally had time to spend with her precious little kitty lulu (Diluc). The two of them decided to take a stroll around the city of freedom just to get some fresh air

The two of them didn't realize that they reached the marketplace of Mondstadt until something caught the redhead's eye causing him to stop in his tracks -his s/o doing the same thing aswell-

The object that Diluc was ogling at was a collar. A glittering crimson collar with a shiny golden bell attached to it. It also had a beautiful big black bow at the back side of it.

(Y/N) saw how Diluc was eyeing the said collar, a smirk forming across her face as an idea began to form inside the back of her head.

She turned to face Diluc -who is still staring at the collar- and began to speak

"So..you want that collar I assume?"

She asked "innocently" her smirk from before never leaving.

Diluc was hesitant on giving an answer at first. But he is a good kitten. He never lies to his owner and always as in ALWAYS tells the truth no matter what.

So... he simply nodded, a blush forming on the apples on his cheeks as (Y/N) began to chuckle at his cute action.

"How adorable 💗"

She complimented, patting Diluc's beautiful red locks as she began scruffing behind his cat ears, causing diluc to purr loudly. His knees suddenly growing weak from the sudden touch his lovely owner is giving him.

"Diluc."

She called, his cat ears perking up when she called his name.

"You know that I don't give anything for free right~?"

He nodded.

"You also know that good kitties only get a reward when they work hard on something right~?"

He nodded the second time.

"Well... "

She stopped for a moment, -Diluc still focusing on her intimidating gaze-

"If you want it so badly... "

She continued, pulling Diluc close to her as she whispered into his ear in a serious tone as chills ran down his spine.

"You gotta earn it dear 💗"

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It was late at night and the bedroom was a huge mess. pillows everywhere, the now cumstained blankets is on the floor, all that's left in the bed were (Y/N) and Diluc, who was gripping the bedsheets naked, full of bite marks, and a moaning mess.

His cum from his previous orgasms were all over his marked body. On his stomach, his chest, his face, it was everywhere.

(Y/N) smirked at the person in front of her whom she had destroyed. The famous uncrowned king of Mondstadt, laying before her, hair a mess, eyes rolled back, tears of overstimulation streaming down his tear-stained cheeks.

The deal was that Diluc had to go through 10 orgasms in order to get the collar. Currently, he's doing a great job passing 9 orgasms flawlessly making his owner very impressed. Maybe all that brat-training, and orgasm denials (Y/N) did to him paid off after all

"Your doing an amazing job my little kitty 💗"

(Y/N) complimented, caressing the redhead's cock causing Diluc to whimper and squirm at her touch due to oversensitivity.

"You only need to do one more orgasm until the collar is yours my love~!"

She chirped

"But there is a catch 💗"

She picked Diluc up and made him sit on her lap, making him confused on what she's doing

Confusion turned to pain & pleasure, when (Y/N) slammed the strap-on back inside his hole making him scream loudly

"This time, you gotta ride me. Make yourself cum infront of me like the slutty cum dump you are~!"

She commanded, giggling at the end of her sentence

"Nnngh... I-I... Mommy I can't!!!"

Diluc confessed, grabbing (Y/N)'s hips to maintain his balance as tears started to fall down on his face again

*SMACK*

The sudden action and impact that occurred in his rear end made Diluc scream for the second time tonight, burying his face on (Y/N)'s breasts, the grip he had on her hips tightening at the process

"Oh, so your gonna be a whiny bitch and not follow mommy's orders huh~?"

(Y/N) then yanked the redhead's now ruined ponytail causing him to stood back up again to his original position

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Diluc."

She ordered

"Your beginning to disappoint me Diluc, maybe you don't deserve the collar after all with that bratty attitude of yours~"

Upon hearing those words, Diluc began to sob uncontrollably as he started to bounce on (Y/N)'s strap

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! M-mommy please! I want the collar! I want it so badly! P-please forgive me! I'll be a g-good kitty!

He begged, fastening his pace hoping to quickly build his 10th and final orgasm

(Y/N) on the other hand was snickering at the redhead, loving how she can easily break him to into a huge crying mess and his limit to beg for anything

The rest of the time were just Diluc continuing to ride (Y/N) while moaning and blabbing incoherent sentences with a couple of pleases, thank-yous and the word mommy

(Y/N) proceeded to pinch his nipples harshly in the middle of him riding her, earning a squeak from him

Soon the familiar knot in his stomach began to form, signalling that he's about to have another orgasm

"M-mommy I'm close! I'm close! I'm about to cum!"

He said out loud, his body beginning to shake from the upcoming orgasm he's about to have

(Y/N) wrapped her fingers around his cock and gave it a light squeeze

"Or... I could deny your orgasm and have do another one again since you still have some energy left in you dear~"

Diluc shook his head violently, throwing a small tantrum

"NO! NO! I DON'T WANT! MOMMY PLEASE! I WANT TO CUM! I WANT TO CUM! MOMMY I WANT THE COLLAR PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

He begged, crying hysterically making (Y/N) chuckle, pitying the poor kitty.

" I'm just kidding Diluc! Of course you can cum now, you earned it. Congratulations my love~"

She exclaimed, relieving diluc as he mumbled a "thank you" then continued to thrust deeper, completely destroying his prostate

Then out of nowhere, (Y/N) grabbed ahold of dilucs hips and fully smashed the strap-on in his hole, strong enough to trigger his orgasm as he screamed out loud, loud enough for the people in Mondstadt to hear him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

Diluc then fell backwards, now lying down on the bed. legs still spreading, cum leaking out of his drained cock, body still violently shaking from the orgasm.

(Y/N) stood up and went to the drawer rummaging through things and brought out the same collar that diluc was eyeing on awhile ago.

"I bought it already while you weren't looking."

She hopped back to the bed and proceeded to place the collar around Dilucs neck. Once she was done placing the collar on him she kissed his forehead and cuddled closer to him

"You did good tonight my little kitty, once again congratulations~"

She cooed, stroking his back. Diluc purred and snuggled close.

"T-thank you mommy.. I love you~"

"I love you too my little kitty, now rest well~"

She replied, as the two of them drift off to sleep in each other's arms

SO YEAH ANYWAYS TO HORNY JAIL I GO

I HOPE I WASN'T TOO HARSH ON DILUC IF I WERE I'M SORRYBSODORKGKTKGKG

-🍷

Ma'am Imma need your ID and items. Bcz I did not just read such good sub diluc--oh its been a while since I thrist for him.

Anyways,

Welcome to horny jail my love 🤪💅

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #dom!reader #diluc #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc x you #🍷-anon

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i-writes-things · 3 years

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NATASHA ROMANOFF

All stories will be platonic or parently (all so far are mama!nat :D)

key::

? = Hurt/comfort

\ = Angst

# = Fluff

Mis>\%# (<3 +)

summary- Not feeling so good after a long mission

- No.1

- No.2

Forever and Always... (+ <3)

summary- You accidentally call Natasha 'mom' as you start to warm up to the team more.

Mom!? (+ <3 #)

summary- You are not scared of anything, but that isn't completely true, there is one thing you are deathly afraid of..

Tryouts (+ <3 #)

summary- You get sick at soccer tryouts...

Whistle (<3 + \ #)

summary- black widow spoilers

You visit your mothers grave

Thank you. (<3 \ +)

summary- You have been at the Compound for only a week, and the redhead has been almost like a parent figure towards you the whole time, but when something happens to the team what do you do..?

I'm tired.. (<3 \ #)

summary- Y/n has been bullied at school, but isn't ready to share, with their mom.

An 11 year old. (<3 +)

summary- natasha x daughter!reader where reader is around 11, like the age natasha was in the beginning of black widow. Reader wants to dye her hair blue like how nat had it as a kid? (Obviously reader if adopted tho bc Nat can't have kids)

hugging (<3 #)

summary- you are tired after school and just want your mom.

Power Outage..(<3 \)

summary- It's dark. Too dark. Much to dark for your liking.

Field Trip? Really? (<3 # +)

request- Hello could you please read it is Natasha's daughter and she's going on a school trip to the avengers tower but nobody knows that Natasha is her mother

Friend (<3 # +)

summary- y/n makes a friend

Cut Hands and Broken Snow globes (<3 +)

summary- y/n goes on errands with her mother and accidentally breaks some snowglobes

Happy Halloween. (<3 + \\)

summary- Y/n? Yeah Y/n is at the Hospital. Where? the uh, Hospital.

Mom's Home. (<3 + #)

summary- Natasha finally gets Home for a very long mission

Tough girl. (<3 + #)

request- hey there! I just stumbled upon your blog and OMG it's AMAZING!! Your Mom!Nat x Teen!Reader fics are awesome! (apologies for my fangirling ober ur blog) Anyway, i was hoping you could do a Mom!Nat X Teen!Fem!Reader fic where R is 15 and she has to get an injection for some reason. Her mom has no idea that R has a massive phobia of needles, she's normally very fearless. Mainly jst fluff! (PS could u add in Nat praising R 4 being brave?) Thanks so much!

Caught Red handed (<3 + #)

request- Could u plz write a Peter Parker X Teen!Fem!Reader where the pair are together and they haven't told their parents yet (Peter hasnt told Tony and R hasnt told Nat, her mom) The pair get caught by their parental figures making out in the gym. (BTW could u add in some backstory, where they've had a few close calls before but have managed to keep their relationship a secret) Thanks so much!

I Was Just Wondering.. (<3)

summary-Could you right reader coming out to mom!nat as lesbian or nat somehow finds out her daughter is gay? Also, I love your fics 💚

Presents? presents. PRESENTS!!! (<3#)

summary- A Christmas story!

UNTITLED CHRISTMAS STORY🎄 (<3)

summary- Another Christmas story!

All Alone.. (\+)

summary- On the story( its a long one)

just kissing (<3)

request- Nat finds out her daughters relationship with Peter Parker by stumbling upon some late night security footage (Ik u don’t write smut so imma just clarify, not s3x but a rough make out session, If you’re comfortable writing this could Peter have YN pinned against a wall?) Thank u so much, ur writing is AMAZING 🤩

Work work work.. (?<3#)

request- Hey Can you Write Maybe a nat x daughter Reader(age 16) . Nat is really stressed and end up screaming at reader but in the end she apologized . Thank youuu <3

1 Year

request-Hii ❣️ could I request Natasha x teen daughter where she finds out (maybe by accident) that Nat has need dating Maria Hill for like a year or so?

Mommy

summary- cute short story (<3##)

Being Injured Head Cannons

requested

Broken? Nu uh

request-could you write a fic where r breaks her arm and pretends like shes fine and Nat finds out and gets upset when r refuses to go get it casted? please?

I miss her

requested

Dagger.

You get stabbed.

There reign was never truly ended

requested

Avengers Birthday Bash

requested - Nat's gf and her daughter aren't the closest.

#natasha romanoff masterlist

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 2 years

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👔 and 📚!

👔 what’s your hogwarts house? where do you think each member belongs?

You have asked a dangerous question. Imma give a tldr here, and then below the cut are gonna be all my other thoughts for those of you who care want to read a novel.

tldr; I'm a Slytherin, and I think Namjoon hit it on the head: he and Jin are Gryffindor, Hobi and Tae are Hufflepuff, Jungkook is Ravenclaw, and Yoongi and Jimin are Slytherin. Again, see below for a way-too-long explanation if you're into that sort of thing

📚 share your favourite fanfic (pssst have you heard about my fic rec blog??)

idk if I have a favorite, like a full-on "this is the best one ever" favorite. The one that most recently impacted me was "First Love, Last Love" by @kithtaehyung and like- if you haven't read it yet then you SHOULD.

BTS askbox meme 💌

You asked for this. I mean, you technically didn't, but I'm giving it to you anyway.

A number of years ago I came across this tumblr that explains this incredible breakdown of what the Hogwarts houses actually are (based on the sorting hat songs) and how someone would be sorted into them. I then spent an entire fucking year reading and re-reading this system, committing it to memory, and testing it out over and over again with people in my real life.

For those who don't want to read that very, very long post, tldr: you aren't sorted into ONE house, you're sorted into TWO, your Primary and your Secondary. Your Primary house defines why you do things; your Secondary defines how. In a nutshell (all links go to their full respective post on the tumblr, and all summaries are pulled directly from that main post):

Gryffindor Primaries trust their moral intuitions and have a need and a drive to live by them. They feel what’s right in their gut, and that matters and guides them. If they don’t listen to and act on that, it feels immoral.

Hufflepuff Primaries value people–all people. They value community, they bond to groups (rather than solely individuals), and they make their decisions off of who is in the most need and who is the most vulnerable and who they can help. They value fairness because every person is a person and feel best when they give everyone that fair chance. Even directly wronged, a Hufflepuff will often give someone a second (or fifth) chance.

Ravenclaw Primaries have a constructed system that they test their decisions against before they feel comfortable calling something right. This system might be constructed by them, or it might have been taught to them as children, or it might have been discovered by them some point later in life. But it gives them a way to frame the world and a confidence in their ability to interact with it morally.

Slytherin Primaries are fiercely loyal to the people they care for most. Slytherin is the place where “you’ll make your real friends”– they prioritize individual loyalties and find their moral core in protecting and caring for the people they are closest to.

Gryffindor Secondaries charge. They meet the world head-on and challenge it to do its worst. Gryffindor Secondaries are honest, brash, and bold in pursuit of things they care about. Known for their bravery, it is almost a moral matter to stay true to themselves in any situation that they’re in.

Hufflepuff Secondaries toil. Their strength comes from their consistency and the integrity of their method. They’re our hard workers. They build habits and systems for themselves and accomplish things by keeping at them. They have a steadiness that can make them the lynchpin (though not usually the leader) of a community. While stereotyped as liking people and being kind (and this version is perhaps a common reality), a Hufflepuff secondary can also easily be a caustic, introverted misanthrope who runs on hard work alone.

Ravenclaw Secondaries plan. They collect information, they strategize. They have tools. They run hypotheticals and try to plan ahead for things that might come up. They build things (of varying degrees of practicality and actual usefulness) that they can use later– whether that’s an emergency supply pack, a vast knowledge of Renaissance artistic techniques and supplies, or a series of lists and contingency plans. They feel less at home in improvisation and more comfortable planning ahead and taking the time to be prepared.

Slytherin Secondaries improvise. They are the most adaptive secondary, finding their strength in responding quickly to whatever a situation throws at them. They improvise differently than the Gryffindor Secondary, far more likely to try coming at situations from different angles than to try strong-arming them. They might describe themselves as having different “faces” for different people and different situations, dropping them and being just themselves only when they’re relaxing or feel safe.

It's also a lot more complex than all this, but for the sake of not totally info-dumping on you, we'll stop here. I am a Double Slytherin, meaning that both my Primary and Secondary houses are Slytherin. Now I still think that what Namjoon said about the boys' houses is correct, but I also think he only nailed down their Primary houses, and I have some thoughts on what their secondaries are gonna be. Let's begin.

Kim Seokjin: Gryffindor Primary and Gryffindor Secondary

If Jin isn't a Double Gryffindor, then I don't know who is. There's a reason we all joke about JinHit Entertainment. The man does what he wants and no one stops him. Jin wanted purple hair? Fucking dyed it himself. Told he can't have a haircut? Found the kitchen scissors. Jungkook asked if he was going to workout while they were vacationing during In The Soop? Jin basically told him "hell no bitch, I'm resting." Kim Seokjin is the Double Gryffindor, no I do not accept criticism.

Min Yoongi: Slytherin Primary and Hufflepuff Secondary

Yoongi has such a fierce loyalty to the rest of the members and then to literally no one else, he is practically the definition of Slytherin Primary that it's almost hilarious. Like honestly, that cold and aloof exterior that he gives off, but then when you see him with the members in more relaxed settings he's so fun and lively? SLYTHERIN. PRIMARY. I will shout this from the rooftops.

The best way I can describe what makes him a Hufflepuff Secondary is in the songs he produced for other artists, specifically IU and Halsey. This pic of this tweet says it best (yes, I literally went scrolling thru my BTS pinterest board for like, 30 minutes trying to find it so I can make this one point; I also teared up because I had forgotten half of what I saved on there and I was blasted with all the reasons I still love and stan BTS and not surprisingly, I feel better about my life now. This has been a tangent). It's his integrity and his dependability that makes him a Hufflepuff Secondary, and a strong one at that.

Yoongi's Primary and Secondary both manifested beautifully in ITS2. The way he specifically went out of his way to hang out with Jimin and Jungkook? Slytherin Primary. Working out even when he's on vacation? Hufflepuff Secondary. Constantly making food for everyone? That was both. You can also see it outside of ITS but it was so obvious there I couldn't not point it out.

Jung Hoseok: Hufflepuff Primary and Hufflepuff Secondary

Hobi is more of the traditional Hufflepuff: bright and smiley and sunshiney. He's talked in the past about how he feels like he is the one in the group who tries to keep things light and happy for the others, and you can really feel that he extends that out to ARMY as well. I don't think I've ever heard a bad or negative thing come out of his mouth?? (I could be very wrong, I am still technically a new army). He just radiates so much love for everyone, and wants to help cheer them up in whatever way he can, and that's also where his Hufflepuff Secondary starts coming up too.

Kim Namjoon: Gryffindor Primary and Slytherin Secondary

Namjoon's endingments from PTD ON STAGE in Korea scream how discontent he is with how things are going for them right now- and it's because Hybe is terrible and trying to milk BTS dry he feels like he isn't currently able to follow his personal intuition, his gut feeling. Another example of his type of Gryffindor Primary is Katniss Everdeen: if you recall the beginning of the second book when she and Peeta are going to each district on that tour thing, she was given cards with very specific things to say, and when she followed instructions and read from the cards, it fell flat. But later on (I think once she reaches District 11? been a hot minute since I've read the book) Katniss ditches the cards altogether and speaks from her heart- her passion, and that's when she starts shining again as the Girl on Fire. Namjoon basically did that: he told us that things are creatively stifling for them right now because of things outside their control, and he hates that for a number of reasons, one of those being he knows what is right for him/them, but he isn't being allowed to follow that feeling inside him.

Namjoon's Secondary was the hardest one to pick, because he really does exhibit a lot of the attributes from all of them. I finally settled on Slytherin Secondary, specifically for the way he goes with the flow of things. He feels things out, whether it's writing songs or going through interviews or just going through his daily schedule, and he goes with what he feels is right. This is specifically highlighted in interviews and even more so in interviews that start going south for the group (think Billboard's most recent interview with BTS) when Namjoon as leader has to work with what he's been given while still being professional (and god, don't we love and respect him for it).

Park Jimin: Slytherin Primary and Slytherin Secondary

A man after my own heart. I understand how Jimin can look like a Hufflepuff Primary, especially with this system. But he's not, so hear me out. The way I picture Slytherin Primary specifically (and I can talk about this because I AM a Slytherin Primary) is that they have different rings of people. The Inner Circle, where they have their closest friends and family members, those who know everything about them and are trusted above all the rest; the Mid-Circle, where they have their general friends, like people they work with or go to school with, people they like and could hang out with but they don't (or won't) usually get into the really deep stuff; the Outer Circle, where they have their acquaintances, people they know and like but aren't likely to hang around unless necessary for a work/school function; and then everyone outside of that is either a stranger they have no connection to or those who have betrayed them and have been kicked out of one of those circles.

Jimin's Inner Circle is BTS. There are so many clips and videos and instances of Jimin running to one of the members because one of them feels sad or hurt, and you can just feel that he is ready and willing to do whatever it takes to make them feel better. Jimin's mid-circle? That's where ARMY exists. He comes out and he hangs out with us on Weverse and VLive, and while he does share his personal struggles with us, it's never anything specific (unless it's been put into a song, like "Lie" or "Promise"). More often than not it's "I'm having a rough time today" and he leaves it at that, then goes to cheer us up because we do still matter to him. idk what his outer circle and beyond look like.

Jimin is a Slytherin Secondary in the way that his personality is more fluid than the rest of the members. One moment he's flirty and the next he's serious and the next he's falling off a chair. He's able to change and adapt himself to whatever the situation calls for (literally, "pick your filter, which me do you want?").

Kim Taehyung: Hufflepuff Primary and Slytherin Secondary

Taehyung's Hufflepuff Primary is different from Hobi's, and it's because of his Vibe Check. Tae's Vibe Check makes him a really interesting Hufflepuff Primary because that type of behavior is technically more of a Slytherin Primary sort of thing, but it actually fits him as a Hufflepuff really well. A common misconception with Hufflepuffs, in general, is that they like everyone no matter what, but that's not true. See, "Hufflepuffs tend to believe that all people deserve some type of kindness, decency, or consideration from them–but they can define 'person' however they want". From my understanding of the Hufflepuff Primaries I know irl, it's less of a "does this person count as a person?" (ultimately dehumanizing someone, which is uncool) and more of a "is this a person I need to have anything to do with?" If the answer is no, then they carry on about their business. That's what we see with Tae. He's happy and loving with everyone- until you don't pass his Vibe Check. Then he wants nothing to do with you; he doesn't treat you as less than human, but he sure doesn't want you around either (I'm thinking of Charlie Puth and various paparazzi).

Y'all remember that one episode of Run BTS where they had to put stickers on a certain member's back, and Tae flat out lied to Jimin (his target) and fucking wrecked the dude? Yeah, Slytherin Secondary. He had no idea what he was going to do, and then he saw his opportunity and fucking ran with it. That scene in In The Soop 2 where he went to Jin begging him to make food and Jin refused (Jin's Gryffindor Secondary really shined in ITS2)? Tae adapted to the response and went to go find someone who would make him food. He didn't try to force Jin (which would've been a Gryffindor Secondary), and he didn't suck it up and make his own food (which would've been the Hufflepuff Secondary response). He went "well that didn't work, let's try something else" and that is so quintessentially Slytherin Secondary that I can't be persuaded otherwise.

Jeon Jungkook: Ravenclaw Primary and Gryffindor Secondary

Ravenclaw Primaries are actually really hard to spot because they usually look like one of the other Primaries, but Jungkook said it best himself. He was super young when he joined BTS and the rest of the members basically raised him, so he picked up on the things they all did and built his own system around that.

Fight me, Jungkook is half Gryffindor, and you can't convince me otherwise. The kid just does things- he just barrels forward and goes for it. Remember that same Run BTS episode with the stickers? Tae improvised; Jungkook's entire plan was "if I chase him long enough, he'll eventually get tired and then I can strike!"

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK TOO DAMN LONG (four hours to be exact). I really hope you enjoyed the amount of work I definitely didn't need to put into this very basic question. And if you want to know what your Primary and Secondary houses are (without doing nearly as much reading and research as I did), the creators of the tumblr made a quiz!! If you choose to take it lemme know what you ended up as (idk how well it works on mobile, I've only used it on desktop).

#asks #answered #ask games #dolliejoon #bts x hogwarts #sortinghatchats

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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years

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In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

#bnha #bnha tickle #mha #mha tickle #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #kacchan #izuku midoriya #midoriya #deku #ler!midoriya #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #bakudeku #platonic #tickling #tickle fic

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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hi! congratulations on 700+ followers! i love reading fics here but i'm too shy to request hehe uhm i really like ur writing style so imma take this chance to request ^^ can u do 🍰 + chuuya + angst please? haha i'm a sucker for angst 👀 thank you and have a wonderful day ♡

🍰-> Chuuya Nakahara

↳ 700+ followers event

ᴀ/ɴ: AHAHA hell yeah time time to hurt people, they have been getting spoiled with fluff too much, anyways thank you, lovely; i am glad you like my work and i hope you enjoy this as well and have a wonderful day as well 💕 also y/n ain’t no scaredy cat in here and won’t take shit from anyone and is going off cause no pushover y/n here ladies and gentlemen 🙄

❥— lower case will be intended in this event

chuuya swore to never let his anger get the best of him when it came to you, the love of his life, the one who represented the light in his life of the dark; he however forgot that promises are to be broken one day, and by his luck that one time he broke it, it was a fatal blow to everything you built together.

he had a horrible day, one so overwhelming that he even left early at the evening; he replayed everything that happened at work like a loop worsening his mood even further, forgetting completely there was an embrace that could make him feel all the better and as he entered the house with the utmost furious expression he saw you.

it was bad timing at its finest, to be in his presence while he is fuming hot with anger.

“chuu? you’re back!” you happily stated eyes landing on his form not noticing his furrowed eyebrows and gritted teeth from the closed smile you gave him. “i made you your favorite food, how about-“ “can you shut the fuck up for a second?” he venomously spat.

your eyes widened at the tone he used towards you, however he didn’t stop there; oh how he wished he did deep inside. “you are always talking and blabbering about god knows what, can’t you keep quiet? have you ever thought that maybe this is why I stay outside so much?! HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT THAT YOU ARE TOO MUCH TO HANDLE?!”

he slowly approached you further words dripping with anger and irritation, some even were targeting the insecurities that you told him you can’t handle “can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?! god you are so annoying and clingy...” and while he knew that you were a tough person at heart, he never expected you to slap him, but you took no one’s bullshit and never will, be it close or not.

“you have no right to speak to me in that way, you scum.” you sternly stated then walked back to your shared bedroom; his eyebrows furrowed more in confusion and his eyes followed your every step. so when you came out with a bag full of your stuff his heart almost stopped at the sight.

“d-dove?” “don’t call me that.” his eyes were frantic and hands were shaking and tried to reason “aren’t you g-going too far? we can always make up and-“ “nakahara chuuya, this isn’t your first time to let out everything on me when I am just trying to help; just how how many times do you expect me to absorb this all and act like nothing happened all over again?”

right, this isn’t his first time. this wasn’t his first time to let his anger get the best of him when he is with you, it wasn’t the first time to let his vulgar words be directed to you; chuuya nakahara had already broken what he swore to do once, that’s why this happened; he thought it would be okay and that you would stay.

“do you think i am gonna stick by someone who has caused me nothing but pain for a good while now?”

pain, he caused you pain; he looked down at his hands eyes wide as your words sunk in. he knew you were a diamond, one of a kind, but he must’ve forgot that said diamond knows her value as well and won’t let anyone trample on it. you spared him one last glance before heading to the door.

he snapped out of his thoughts and quickly reached for your arm “y-y/n! please don’t leave me; you know how much you mean to me and how I don’t mean to-“ “how long am I supposed to endure how you ‘don’t mean’ to lash out on me?” he gulped eyes trailing to the ground; he had no words to back up his side of the argument and so you got out of his grasp and opened the door.

“goodbye chuuya, i hope you find someone who will not be the subject of what I experienced.”

and as easily as that you walked out of his life, he replayed your whole relationship in his mind; he truly mistreated you, huh. so much for wanting to treasure what kept him happy, as a result for his actions now he won’t be able to come home to that smile he anticipated every end of his work day, that beauty of your face that he woke up to which left his heart in peace.

chuuya gripped his chest harshly as the tears fell like a waterfall and his breathing hitched, he messed up; he messed up big time. he screamed in sorrow and agony as he started sobbing, perhaps sorrow was something he was supposed to be accompanied with all his life, he thought.

now however, there isn’t a warm comforting hand to guide him to the light once again.

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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panchatea · 2 years

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Enough negativity! Tell me five of your favorite fanfics posted this year that aren’t yours and why you like them!

Lmao you actually sent this twice hahaha I'm sorry I just put it in my inbox cause I'm lazy to link but here it is.

1. Eudaimonia by PlateauWorld - Not much to say how amazing this one cause its so great that @usedpidemo and I made a part 1 and 2 of it. It's so good that it has been one of the long running iconic line in the discord "The Idea of Cho Miyeon". The concept was really unique and amazing, the idea of moving on from an obsessive romantic relationship to showing regrets and grieving. Plateau gotta be the best non-smut writer out there so go check him out in AFF. This is my favorite fic of the year and I wont elaborate more cause everytime I have a chance, I always simp for Plateau and his writing.

2. The Curse of the Spider by @worldsover - Levi gotta be the most unorthodox and technically skilled writer here in tumblr. He's not bound on one style in writing, he's always looking to different way or sometimes he would say "weird" way to write smut. It pains me to say it but he did the Yandere them more justice than me in this one. I usually never do that kind of comparison but that's just goes to show that I really respect his writing and how much I thrive to write these kinds of theme just as amazing as he did on this one. Maybe this is one of those healthy comparisons. Anyways that gotta be the highest compliment I can give right now.

3. The Playgirl by @sinswithpleasure - This is a futa masterpiece and a teen romance masterpiece. I really love how Sins build up character motivation on how would the characters will lead into sex. I really adore how Sins build his world and just by simple conversations and everyday life situations, he was able to write a good falling in love stories with dashes of smut. I really love how he goes into such deep understanding in a woman's mind and how deep he goes in emotion on that one part where Yves and OC visits her granma grave. This series is too wholesome and too good to be just called a smut. This gotta be more than just sex, you gotta read this for the story not cause Sins is great smut writer who write hot smut fics.

4. Delete This.mov by @usedpidemo - This series gotta have the best progression in this year for both the story and the writer. He's very cynical to others complimenting him so Imma use this chance to give him my honest criticism. At first I honestly thought he was great but not any more than special than any other writers(yeah i have those unhealthy judgemental thoughts too Im not gonna be a hypocrite bout it) but as I read more, the more his writing prove me wrong. His writing uses a unique tone and had unique storytelling style. Usually in fanfiction 2nd person reader insert, stories have a certain push that "you" did this and "you" did that, but this series is different. It's like saying you did it but he's compelling you to do it rather than what you did. Instead of push it used a pull, it have this strong grip on you and you'll never escape after reading it. His writing in general have a strong commanding power! And he's so great at using and capitalizing this power. His writing is so scary good so maybe that's why he got so much haters but those haters couldnt just see the beauty of his story. He progressed more than anyone and he improve more than anyone so putting that with his already scary talented writing, you get a really amazing writer. I just do hope that he gains more confidence because he deserve and the every right to be proud of his works. I strongly recommend reading Pi in general and Delete this specially.

5. This is How You Fall In Love by @sorrowedgazed - You all know Im a sucker for angst and fluff, and this got Both! I still cant get over this and the first time I read it, I was sad for like the whole day and everytime I remember it, I almost tear up. I really love how its such a short story but got so much emotional punch. The song, the story, and plot was like a puzzle perfectly put together to break your heart. Sorrowedgaze is a heartbreaker and he will crush your heart with this one. This gotta be my fave Chaewon fic of all time.

That's it! That's my answer thank you! And im sorry for some things I said earlier hehe. Anyways Cha out! Have a good day and drink your tea guys.

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haikyuu fic recs — the most beautiful, lovely, breathtaking masterlist (vol. I)

so i’ve been binging fics to cure my sadness, and i thought that these select masterpieces were too magnificent to not be plastered on every billboard ever. some tore my soul into shreds, while others melted said shreds back whole, but all of them made me feel some form of sheer, unadulterated love, so. please enjoy! ��⛅️✨

note: all of these fics are exquisite and you should read all of them, but if you’re short of time, those with ☆ are my all-time favourites!

daisuga

butterfly in the subway by bigspoonnoya ☆ | T

Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate.

i lovelovelove how all the concepts tied in together like a perfectly wrapped gift

also very wholesome, made me feel so inexplicably warm. like, love can exist everywhere!!! despite everything!!! that’s just so inspiring

i revisited this many times, i think it was (one of) my first haikyuu fics and honestly. it set the bar so high and i have no regrets

you’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder ☆ | G

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

major, major fluff

the buildup!!!

god this made my yearning for love so much worse

the perfect stranger by downmoon | T

There’s a man standing outside Suga's door.

Scratch that. Start over.

There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.

so domestic please read the entire series from start to finish it has my whole heart

shoyou and tobio as their actual kids 🥺

these two parents are so in love it makes me wanna cry

asanoya

silica sand by lilien passe ☆ | G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass.

PLEASE. so well-written it makes my heart glow and ache simultaneously

made me ascend into asanoya heaven

such a brilliantly unique concept i love it A+

qué syrah syrah by loudlucy | M

Asahi wants to be a Master Sommelier. It's the highest honor in wine service, and the certification would allow him to live the life he's always envisioned for himself. Too bad the certification test is notorious for being the world's most difficult.

Most people fail their first time taking the exam, and Asahi is no exception, but he has more difficulty than most dusting himself off and getting back on his feet. Enter Nishinoya, a young man who shares his same dream, and who believes in their goals so fiercely it forces Asahi to embark on a delicious and sensuous journey of viticulture and validation.

AKA The Wine Tasting AU that literally no one even knew to ask for.

NOTE: You Do Not Need to Know About Wine to Understand This Fic!

another super unique concept!!! (´∀｀=)

my god their chemistry is amazing

the writing made me feel things ngl

stop my bones from wondering by cerasi ☆ | T

After graduation, Asahi hides from the world and needs help from a few sources to find his way back.

i want to write sonnets and sing ballads for this fic, it’s that beautiful

as always, Top Notch Writing *chef’s kiss*

no but i seriously... can i kiss the author? asking for a friend 😳👉🏼👈🏼

iwaoi

star-crossed by starlitcities | T

“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d envy a human,” Oikawa admits, showering himself in tiny suns, because he can actually feels those, like a fusillade of warm kisses on luminous skin that leave marks. To humans, they’d be freckles. Skin stars, Oikawa calls them. He didn’t make that up, a human did.

“Who created the rule that we can’t touch, I wonder,” Iwaizumi ponders, floating heedlessly through space.

“Maybe it’s because we can fly. Humans dream of flying, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

gsjsgsjshsjshsjsj star!iwaoi

they’re LITERALLY STARS

beautifulbeautifulbeautiful i love how the author conveyed the beauty of touch and humanity 🥺🥺

please bless yourself further with the sequel sun-kissed

conquering the great king by suggestivescribe ☆| E

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

yes.

in fact, this entire series (breaking the rules) features daisuga, kuroken, asanoya and it’s SO GOOD. every single one.

but anyway, character development!!!!! plot!!!!!!!!! writing!!!!!!!! i’m here for it all

tsukkiyama

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon ☆ | M

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he’s probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he’s at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

SO BEAUTIFUL

i am also a sucker for anything with stars, moons and all the love in between

no words to describe this work of art please just go read it and be blessed

under the lilac tree by raewrites | G

there’s a lilac tree in Kei’s backyard.

gorgeous in its simplicity

softtsukkisofttsukkisofttsukki

not as grandiose as the rest but the love written into every word, action and character is absolutely show-stopping

kagehina

saffron and cayenne pepper by dontsaycrazy ☆ | T

Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you.

In which Hinata's lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, if only for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

the essence of their characters were captured so well and yet it’s like they’re completely new characters too? author, whoever you are, you totally owned this

this made me ship kagehina so hard

fluff! cuteness! lots and lots of cooing!

kuroken

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony ☆ | T

soulmate

/ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun

A person who was made from the same star as you.

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives.

ahhh here it is. beautiful, heartbreaking, soul-emptying agony. you want angst? choke on this, and your tears later on.

no but seriously please read this if you haven’t you won’t regret it at all i promise

written from kenma’s perspective so you experience every depth and multitude of emotion he does and it’s so raw and- brb imma go cry for a sec

knot in my heart by hearthope | T

There’s a picture. Kenma blinks, looking at the little calico cat, being held up next to the face of a guy with stupidly messy hair and a crooked grin.

Cute.

The— the cat. The cat is cute.

Just the cat.

Kuroo starts spending a lot of time at the flower shop Kenma works at. Kenma definitely isn't into him.

okay so i like it when authors unravel a normally stoic character’s full scope of emotion and give them depth, sue me.

anyway, back on the fluff train!

i absolutely f*ck with flower symbolisms, cats and bitchy best friends who have dirt on each other. the layers of romance, friendship and everything in between is so prettily developed 10/10

bokuaka

the jacket you never returned by daisuga ☆☆ | G

He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

He will never remember. Not now, not ever.

What they were will now forever be forgotten.

"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."

YOU USED TO CALL ME KEIJI, KOUTAROU!!!!!!!!!!

i beg you to listen to Spiegel im Spiegel when it’s first mentioned in the story please

i read this and screamed through my tears for a solid 1.5 hours. i rarely cry.

no f*ckin regrets though i read this thrice already and it hurts so good every time

rules by conesofdunshire ☆☆ | E

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

this fic. this fic has my whole, broken, sobbing heart and laughing soul

gorgeous. breathtaking. magnificent.

bokuto is so WARM and akaashi is so STRONG and they both find the solace they need in each other and it’s all i want for me 😭😭😭

in another life by littleluxray | T

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

this is a famous fic that i doubt any seasoned haikyuu reader wouldn’t know, and RIGHTLY SO BECAUSE, the PAIN. the pain. the pain.

i could feel my lungs shrivel up and my chest cave in on itself. fatigue and rest are things i struggle with too so this whole story resonated with me from start to finish, and it broke me. in like, the best, most revitalising way

i would read this again but it still haunts me at night. i need to heal from the first time before i have the guts to try one more time HAHAHA 😆💔😭

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau | G

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

mmmmmmm pretty photographer + personalised coffee cups + cute baristas = diabetic fluff fic

i smiled so much throughout this you have no idea. cheeks achey but so good

i may have squealed a little at the ending

kurotsukki

moonfall by batman | T

There is no unlearning Tetsurou, after all. There is only leaving him.

(Five things of Tetsurou's that ended up in Kei's home, and one that never left.)

the writing!!!!!! is pure beauty!!!! sheer grace!!!!!!! the construction of the AU and the romanticism and hsjsgsjshsj

didn’t cry but. heart ache and bittersweet smiles are another level of misery that is just as fulfilling

yea just pleasepleasepleaseplease go read it thank you and have a good day

hidden gem by realmSpinner | E

Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.

That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.

this AU was refreshingly different, and amazingly so

top!tsukki??? sign me the f*ck up

the whole plot, man. perfection.

pings by barfs ☆☆ | T

[5/02/16, 3:50:17 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Please wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:50:23 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I hate begging. You know I hate it.

[5/02/16, 3:50:34 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I bet you’re snickering at that, wherever you are.

[5/02/16, 3:50:53 AM] Tsukishima Kei: But, it keeps hurting and I don’t know why and it feels like shit and I know you could tell me why, but you’re not here and I would really appreciate it if you’d just wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:51:02 AM] Tsukishima Kei: You’re laughing at that too, aren’t you.

[5/02/16, 3:51:10 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Dying is probably up there in the list of top ten shitty things you’ve ever done, and you’ve done a lot of shitty things.

god.

you already know what’s coming, and yet. when it comes.

how the f*ck did the author make grief beautiful????????? (at the expense of me dying along with kei and everyone else i guess)

this fic will ruin you and bury you under all your pain (i hope you’re ready)

but also put you back together with the “sequel”

kyouhaba

close to the chest by darkmagicalgirl | T

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

cause i’m (not) alright with the slow, burn~

no fr, take slow and burn very seriously

overthinking yahaba? i understand. i do.

again, such an amazing fic; 10/10 recommend

safe here by crossbelladonna ☆ | M

“Raids are routine work,” Kyoutani tells to Yahaba before he can air the question. “Sometimes there is no sleep done until we accomplish something, say kill a certain ghoul. I guess they’re still going through the possibility that people in the accident are still alive huh?”

Yahaba quirks a smile, pushing his mask up his head.

“You’re alive.”

Kyoutani looks at him intently and all of the things that they’ve gone through for the past month seems to flash in his mind.

“Yes I am.”

i haven’t watched tokyo ghoul but i understood everything perfectly. such is the power of f*cking kickass writing

*cue ugly crying and a lot of unresolved angst*

like the grief??????? ruin me please thank you 🙏 (i think i’m a little masochistic)

rare pairs

mannequin men by surveycorpsjean ☆ | M

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tuskishima]

The modelling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

i did not expect this to be good, and it wasn’t. it was SPLENDID.

akaashi is so enamoured with them from the get go i love it

a tiny bit of angst that stabbed me in the heart, but the happy ending soothed it (thankfully, because if there wasn’t one i will sue)

characterisation, writing, plot development; everything is great. can you tell i’m running out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’

feel like gold by heronfem ☆☆ | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma]

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

e.e. cummings?? poetry??? f*ck yes

so beautiful. i’m so star-struck by this fic it’s simply stunning

there are no words to fully capture how worth your time and heart and mind reading this fic is so please. do yourself a favour, and fall in love with this fic with me

the sky and guilt are the only feelings i have left by oopsthisisqueertoo ☆☆ | not rated

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo]

Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS & DEPRESSION

this was... this gutted me entirely and filled my body with too many shades of agony

arguably one of the best haikyuu fics i’ve ever read

so beautiful in the most painful way fathomable; strongly recommend

april to may by surveycorpsjean | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima]

They're an odd family.

The four of them? Parents?

But still, they're a family.

So they'll support each other until the end.

aaahhhhh third gym as parents 🥺

so much fluff. i also love april and may

they’re still so in love there’s love in every millimetre of this fic :”)

that’s it for now! i’ll add more if i come across anymore good fics. i hope you enjoyed this list! if you have any requests/fic recs, or if u just wanna chat, feel free to just ask! hehe 🥰 k aight bye~

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #fic rec #beautiful #writing #ao3 fanfic #daisuga #kuroken #bokuaka #tsukkiyama #kagehina #third gym #iwaoi #fic #reference #hq

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fictionfixations · 2 years

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uhh writing deadline

so uh. ive given myself a deadline to post at least something on my ao3 every week (Even discontinued WIPs count since its posting a chapter to my discontinued wip collection thing) uhhhhhhhhhhh

yeah so ive been doing that for a long while

uhhhhhhhh.. yknow im pretty sure a lot of other writers take longer then me cause i mean they actually plan out storylines and write a LOT more than me LOL (my only minimum is to have at least like 1000 words) they also do like multi-chapter stories, which i do not, or at least not without running the risk of immediately discontinuing because my attention span will not last that long on a single idea (no like seriously first i pushed it on The Revolutionary Waltz chapter 1 because I was spending literally everyday on it because I had to because of school and there was an even shorter deadline so there goes that motivation, and THEN later ive been literally only working on this one other one shot that i started THIS week which I usually never finish things in the same week I start it, and holy SHIT i feel drained?? tf i do? anyway i have like half of it done so i just gotta figure out the hard part, how tf to make an ending for this because for once i planned it out-- except for the ending because that was hard FUCK me ???) its like for some genshin fic sob because i had a recent obsession with cyno (this is like the first time that happened i swear, i havent written any other genshin fics, this is my first time) ..but now i also have an interest in Heizou (Once upon a time I wanted to be a detective. solving mysteries is fun.), Kaeya.. hhhh.. khaenri'ah and i dont think i spelled that right but yknow.. ahaha i dont think ill write anything for them though? but like holy shit i really like cyno- theres also the doctor but 1. fuck him and 2. mans barely has a story besides what hes done to people also no i do not simp for them they look nice but like thats not it?? i dont get attracted to fictional characters (no besides the y/n situation, NO cause theres this actual BOOK I read in like first person and there was this scene that just had fuckin sexual tension and like holy SHIT- CAN YOU BLAME ME?? BRO THEY WERE ABOUT TO HAVE LIKE SEX-) kaeya is because i really like his story cyno is i dont know? idk man i find that hes a really interesting character pog heizou he is a detective. i wanted to be a detective once lmao but i dont consider everything, and id be too scared of getting caught and killed cause someone wants to cover their tracks and don't want me to get too close to figuring out the truth- idk man imma stick to reading and writing fanfiction

#thoughts #deadlines #whoops? aAAaaaa #writing thoughts

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silkling · 3 years

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Hi! I remember you said you liked angst. So... Can you write another fanfic on the AU where the rescue bots were found by the Autobots, with the following plot: Blades is forced to repair one of his comrades, who was seriously injured in battle?(either Chase or Heatwave, your choice) 👀

Ooh, I like this idea! Imma do it. I’m going to make it worse though. Just because. Apparently I really like hurting my favorite characters. Go figure, huh? Also, for those who didn’t read the first, this fic is in the same verse as this one.

Also, beware that there will be descriptions of graphic injury, so be wary if that’s something that upsets you.

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The stars were silent. They always were, of course, but during the Ark’s recharge cycle the silence was all-consuming. Blades was in the rec room, sitting in the little viewport alcove that took up a small portion of the wall. They were passing by the same star system where the Sigma had been found by the Autobots, all those stellar cycles ago. 5 vorns or so had passed since then, which felt both like an eternity and like no time at all.

Blades knew Cybertronians lived a long time. In reality, 5 vorns was barely any time at all for one of their kind. But for Blades, who had once only ever known what it was to save lives, the past 5 vorns that he’d spent learning to take them had dragged on and felt almost unbearably long. He hadn’t actually killed yet, but he’d already learned how do so with a blaster, how to do it by hand, and even how to get in close and use a blade. Apparently, he was particularly talented at that last one. Given his name, the Protectobot found it rather ironic.

“Blades? What are you doing up? You do not have any duties this night cycle.”

The motorcycle startled, his engine revving and his processor snapping to attention at the unexpected voice. He hadn’t killed any bot yet, but he’d been in many, many, many battles now, some of which still gave him nightmares. He’d developed battle protocols very quickly after joining the Autobots, and now took being surprised as poorly as most of the others did. His optics sharpened and focused on his unexpected visitor with unnerving intensity, before his sighed and relaxed, tense armor plating loosening once more.

“Chase.” he greeted. “I know. I couldn’t sleep. I was remembering that last battle.”

“Ah.” Here, his friend’s voice softened, and the blue and white bot walked over to join him. He nudged the slimmer youngling aside until there was room in the small alcove for them both, sitting opposite from his friend and letting their pedes entangle. “I understand now.”

And he did. The last battle had been fought on a young planet, one with plentiful energon mines, and where the local species were still primitive. It had been a difficult fight. Blades, like always, had fought on the front lines with Hot Spot, Groove and Streetwise. Chase and Heatwave had been nearby, too. Somehow, they always found themselves fighting near each other. As with most of their battles, Boulder and First Aid had remained behind at the Ark, away from the battle proper. It hadn’t been a very unique battle, at first. Then the Deceptions had unveiled a new weapon. It had destroyed the planet, and every life that called it home had died with it. The Autobots had been too late to realize what was going on. They hadn’t been able to stop it, only flee before they too fell to the new weapon.

Blades had taken it particularly hard. The small motorcycle was a deeply empathetic bot, and it had hurt him to know they they had brought their war to another planet, and that it had resulted in the destruction of that planet and the loss of the lives there. Chase couldn’t blame him. All of Sigma-17 had felt that loss particularly hard. For all they had become soldiers after being awoken from stasis, all four younglings were still Rescue Bots at spark.

“We will simply have to stop Megatron next time and destroy his weapon before he can ever use it again.” Chase said after a moment of silence. He knew Blades wouldn’t be reassured by useless platitudes.

“Yeah.” His voice was quiet, distant. “Yeah.” he repeated, sounding a little more present as his optics hardened. “We will. He can’t do that again.”

Blades turned to meet his friend’s gaze, chin lifting. “We won’t let him do that again.”

Chase smiled, nodding. “No, we will not.” he agreed.

Blades relaxed completely then, sighing and shifting until he could lean into Chase’s chest. “Thank you, Chase.” he whispered.

“Of course.” he said, his arms coming around to press the smaller bot to his chest. “I will always be there to support you, when you have need of it. I am your Amica, after all.”

That was another thing that had changed in the past few vorns. Blades and Chase had always been fairly close, since they found they balanced each other out quiet nicely. Even before stasis, they’d been close friends. Blades appreciated Chase’s calm, peaceful logic and found it helped bring him him back from some of his nervous breakdowns, and Chase found Blades’s natural easy-going and sociable demeanor soothing and helpful at understanding situations which normally gave him pause. It had only taken them a couple vorns after coming out of stasis to formally perform the ritus and become Amica Endura.

Blades laughed, his hands raising to curl across the arms pressed to his chestplate. “Yeah, you are. And I’m yours. You can always count on me, Chase.”

A small smiled tugged at his lips, and he turned his gaze to the stars outside the viewport, in his chest, his spark pulsed, warm and fond with affection and belonging. He knew that Blades was feeling the same right now, both younglings basking in the quiet peace and comfort of each others’ presence.

“I know.”

Outside the Ark, the vast expanse of space stretched on. The billions of stars shone brightly, and life moved ever forward. Time ticked on, and though this moment was calm and soft, there would be many moments to come that would not be. What the future held exactly, only Primus knew. All his children could do now was hold on and ride out the storms to come.

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When it finally happened, Blades would later reflect that he was surprised it had taken as long as it had. But then again, First Aid and Ratchet would probably have done their best to keep it from happening, to make sure his own emotional turmoil wouldn’t cause him to falter. They couldn’t stall it forever though, because this was War and at the end of it all that only meant he would have been forced into a situation like this eventually.

The orn had stared out like most other orns. The only difference has been that the Ark had landed on a planet that apparently was fairly rich in energon. The planet was also largely uninhabited, save some plant life, so they wouldn’t have to worry too much about harming the local inhabitants. Everything had been going well. They’d managed to collect energon, enough to halfway fill one of the storage hangars, and had been in the process of mining more when the Decepticon attacked.

Blades still wasn’t sure where they’d come from. Maybe they’d landed the Nemesis on the other side in the planet and travelled the rest of the way themselves. Maybe the Nemesis was still above them all, and the ‘Cons had just made planet fall on their own in order to attack. Either way, Megatron and his soldiers had showed up, and once again a battle had begun. Blades hadn’t been near his team or his brothers when the attack had begun, so he hadn’t been able to join them for the fight. That had made him nervous, but he’d fought anyway, shooting at any Decepticons who got close and using the terrain as cover.

It hadn’t been long before there’d been a call for medical attention, and Blades had reacted on instinct. He’d sprung from behind the large stone he was hiding behind, following the call until he came across Cliffjumper and Arcee. The other two-wheeler was unconscious, a shot leaking energon from her neck. Blades had been quick to get Cliffjumper’s help to drag her behind another nearby outcropping, and he’d settled down to begin triage care. As soon as he’d been assured of her survival, he’d swiftly ordered the red mech to bring her to the med-bay. Usually, he didn’t have the rank to order other bots around, but he’d found that all the Autobots would tend to do what he told them when it came to medical matters.

He’d turned to rejoin the battle when Sunstreaker had dragged his twin around the outcropping, dropping Sideswipe with a snarled demand to fix him. Blades hadn’t taken offense. They were split spark twins. They shared a spark bond with each other, like he did with his brothers. It wasn’t the same exact type of bond, but it was close enough that he understood the panic. He’d fixed the severed fuel lines, patched up the sparking wires, and welded the gashes in red armor before telling Sunstreaker to get his brother out of the battlefield. Sideswipe wouldn’t be able to fight further with his wounds, even though Blades had managed to repair the damage completely. He’d need to recover.

It had seemed that, after that, the Autobots must have figured out that the outcropping was where emergency triage was being done. They’d probably passed the information along their comm. system while Blades had been working on Arcee. After the Twins, Blades had found himself busy with many bots. Most had only surface level wounds, injuries that needed a quick patch so they could rejoin the fight. Others needed a full field repair and a retreat, like Sideswipe had. Blaster had been dragged to him by his Cassettes in critical condition, and Blades had had to quickly patch the life threatening damage, then order Ironhide, who’d come in to get a leaking fuel line patched, to take the host mech to Ratchet and First Aid immediately.

Once he’d done that and turned to his next field patient, he’d caught sight of blue and white armor. His processor was deep in its rescue and medical protocols, so much so he initially tuned out all his surroundings. It wasn’t until something in the back of his mind whispered that the shade of blue was familiar that he paused, taking in the full extent of the damage. It was bad. The bot’s chest was the worst off. It looked like they’d been hit point blank with an explosion. The metal armor of the chestplate was melted and twisted, with large areas gone altogether. Blades could see into their chest and realized that even their internals were damaged. The fuel pump was dented and had been pierced with a shard of blue armor, there were several sparking wires and spurting lines, and worst of all, the bot’s spark chamber was caved in and cracked. The motorcycle could see the weak glow of the bot’s spark. That wasn’t even all the damage. The poor bot was missing a leg, and it looked like one of their arms had been practically shredded. Even beyond that, most of the bot’s frame was dented or damaged in some way. Blades could barely pick out the paint job under all the damage.

Even so, his processor started screaming louder as he realized that, despite all that, the colors and patterns of that paint were familiar. Blades froze, his spark almost spasming with dawning horror, and he turned his gaze up to the bot’s face. As soon as he locked onto the slack face, saw the darkened optics that he knew should be a glowing amber, he couldn’t hold back the agonized keen as his medical protocols stuttered.

It was Chase.

His next vent came out in a harsh whine, and he couldn’t take his optics off the slack face of his Amica. Blades almost jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Jazz looking at him with a grim expression. The Third in Command nodded his helm at the prone form of his teammate.

“I know it’s tough’.” he said. “But ya gotta take care o’ him. If he don’t get the care he needs now, he ain’t gonna survive the trip to old’ Ratch. He needs you, mechlin’, so don’t spiral now.”

Blades stared at him for a sparkbeat, and then jolted as if he’d been physically shocked. He turned back to Chase, trying to ignore that it was his Amica who was wounded and dying in front of him, and got to work. He took in the damage once more, fingertips transforming into the tools he needed, and with a hard vent he forced his emotional processes to mute themselves in his processor, letting medical response protocols rise to the surface uninterrupted. Abruptly, his previously distraught EM field went blank and numb, making the bots around him wince with the suddenness if it.

Jazz stepped back, a flicker of regret in his visored optics. He recognized what Blades had done. He’d shut down his emotional response core. It wasn’t something the average bot could do, and he suspected the youngling only knew how to because of his medical training. The only other bot he’d seen do that was Prowl, and the Praxian had to do it if he wanted to come up with his tactics without crippling himself emotionally. Luckily, the emotional core could be brought back online later, but he knew it was never a pleasant process for the bot who had done so to come out of the emotional numbness. He only regretted that Blades had found it necessary to do so in the first place. No youngling should have to do something so drastic. It wasn’t right.

In front of Jazz and the other Autobots who were gathered behind the outcropping for minor repair, Blades worked on. He ignored the sounds of weapons fire and destruction beyond the small safe haven he was huddled in, focusing only on the task in front of him. He had to make sure Chase survived. He had to.

Failure wasn’t an option.

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The rest of the orn passed in a haze. Blades was aware of things distantly, but wasn’t processing anything emotionally. He knew Jazz took Chase off to the Ark as soon as he’d ensured his friend wouldn’t die in the next few groons, until Ratchet or First Aid could get to him. After that, things happened quickly. He’d patched up the other bots around his outcropping who’d only needed minor repair, but he’d had no major patients after that. And then Megatron was calling a retreat, and Ironhide had come to guide Blades back to the Ark. None of the older bots seemed upset at the two-wheeler’s numb demeanor. He was in shock. He knew it. They knew it. They didn’t hold it against him.

Once he had been safely delivered to the starship, Ironhide had gone off. Blades wasn’t paying attention to where he’d gone. Maybe some of the others were gathering the last of the energon. Maybe everyone was preparing for take off. He wasn’t fully aware, wasn’t fully processing his surroundings. He drifted along in a haze, until he found himself in front of the medbay doors. That was when his focus sharpened. Usually after a battle, he’d join Ratchet and his brother in the medbay and do his part to help. He needed to go in.

The only thing making him hesitate was Chase. His Amica was in there. He’d done all he could on the battlefield, but had it been enough? Could he face it again?

He would have to. He stiffened his spinal strut and steeled his resolve, then stepped forward and the doors opened. He stepped into the medbay, his optics roving over the occupied berths, until they landed on a trio of berths by the far wall. On one, there was a familiar blue and white frame. Chase. On the second, a red mech lay prone and limp. Heatwave. On the third, a bulky green bot was resting on his side, unconscious and unaware. Boulder.

No.

Blades’s spark screamed in agony. He could see some of the damage from here, but he couldn’t see it all. Heatwave’s lower half looked like it had been crushed under something extremely heavy. The metal armor was dented and almost flattened. Blades could also see that the red mech’s optics were blackened and shattered, if if they’d been hit by a blaster bolt. Boulder wasn’t much better off. His entire back was a melted, twisted mess. Blades could see his spinal strut poking out of the ruined armor. There was so much energon. All three of his teammates were covered in it. It almost looked like they’d decided to incorporate pink into their paint jobs.

An agonized keen tore its way free from his vocalizer, and and medical protocols he had been ready to engage fell away under the onslaught of emotional anguish. He didn’t notice how First Aid had gasped and pressed a hand to his chest plates the second he’d noticed Sigma-17’s damaged states. He didn’t hear his brother call out to him in concern as he keened. He didn’t see Ratchet curse and begin to turn towards him, looking both irritated and worried.

He did, however, feel the hands that clasped his shoulders, the chest that pressed up against his back. He startled, drawing in a rasping gasp, and then he felt a soft warmth wrap around his spark. He knew that presence.

“Streetwise.” he whimpered, twisting to stare up at his oldest brother with wide, over-bright optics.

“Hey, Blades.” Streetwise gave him a small smile. “Let’s go, yeah?”

“B-But I have to stay. I need-“

“Ratchet and ‘Aid can handle it. This was an easy battle. They handled a lot worse than this before you came along.” he cut it. “You won’t be of any use in the state you’re in, Blades. Besides, I’m fairly sure it goes against medical code to come in and treat patients when you’re covered in filth from outside.” he said sternly.

Blades made to protest, but the soothing pulse in his spark from First Aid distracted him enough that Streetwise was able to guide him out of the medbay. He started gently ushering his brother towards the communal washracks, making sure Blades didn’t run into anyone in his shocked state.

“Streetwise, I gotta go back. They need me, I-I can’t-“

“None of that now. You did plenty today. Blades, let them handle it. Your well-being matters too. Right now, that’s actually all I care about. Your team will be fine. Have faith in Ratchet and ‘Aid, yeah?”

Blades whimpered, but he didn’t have the chance to argue further because that was when they came upon the washracks. Hot Spot was there, and he grimaced when he saw the state of his brother, but he forced a smile a moment later and reached out to rub Blades’s audial fins in a way he knew the smaller bot liked. The finial under his fingers quivered faintly, and Hot Spot wrapped a hand around Blades’s wrist to tug him into the washracks. He’d managed to get the others out earlier, and they’d been fairly understanding when he’d explained that Blades was in shock and needed a proper cleaning.

“Come on, bitty Blades.” The largest Protectobot whispered. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? You’re covered in energon, that can’t feel good.”

Blades went stiff at his brother’s words, looking down at his frame and noticing for the first time that his armor was covered in energon. Chase’s energon. A pained whine was pulled from his vocalizer, and Hot Spot winced when he realized he’d said the wrong thing.

Streetwise shot the bigger bot an unimpressed look, but both knew that talking to Blades now would be useless. The smallest Protectobot, though not by too much, had always been prone to worry and panic. Blades was an anxious bot, it was just part of who he was. It meant that sometimes, his worry overcame him and he spiraled. His brothers could always tell when that happened, because his spark pulsed almost frantically and they could sense the overwhelming panic through the bond. When Blades got like this, he lost awareness of his surroundings. They’d long since learned that the best way to soothe him was to use the bond and send comfort and safety along it, to wrap their brother’s spark in feelings of love and reassurance and peace, and pull him out of his panic that way. Thankfully, Blades didn’t spiral often. He was overly nervous, sure, but he’d never let it stop him from doing what was needed of him, and he’d learned to not let it control him. That didn’t mean his emotions didn’t get the better of him sometimes, though.

Hot Spot gently tugged them all over to one of the cubicles, where he’d already grabbed the items they needed. With all three of them in there, it was a little crowded, but they could make it work. The spray of solvent was turned on, and Blades barely twitched as it hit his frame. Neither Streetwise nor Hot Spot were bothered as their younger brother remained silent. They worked together to clean up the mess that was Blades, using wash rags to wipe away the dirt and energon, and then smaller brushes to get in between the armor plating and into the transformation seams. It took some time, especially with Blades so unresponsive, but eventually they had him fully cleaned and dried, and were tugging him back towards their berthroom.

Blades himself was still in a daze. The energon was gone from his armor, and that certainly helped, but he couldn’t stop thinking of his teammates in such dire condition in the medbay. He couldn’t get the image of Chase’s broken frame on the battlefield out of his processor.

Blades was a gentle spark, perhaps even more so than his easy-going flyer brother. Groove was a pacifist, and Blades was deeply empathetic and his brothers knew that he felt things on an emotional level far more keenly than they were really able to grasp. The rest of the Protectobots had been able to adapt to the War, especially since their introduction to it had been more gradual. But Blades, who had always hated seeing anyone hurt, to the point he’d taken any extra classes he could at the Rescue Academy just to be able to help as many others as he could? The War was hard on him. He’d adapt, in time, but with how sudden his introduction to it had been it would be a while yet before the violence stopped making him so upset.

The trio eventually arrived at their berthroom, and when the door closed behind them Blades felt Streetwise and Hot Spot move away from him. A klik later, he felt another frame press against him, and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. It took only a beat for him to recognize Groove. He whimpered, his fingers twitching and clinging to the copter bot. Blades felt soothing warmth wrap around his spark from the bond, coming from all four of his brothers. Love, warmth, assurance, and peace soaked into his spark, and Blades let out a broken noise as everything from the day crashed into him.

Groove crooned gently, tightening his grip on his younger brother. “Easy, Blades.” he whispered. “We have you. We won’t let you fall, yeah? Just let it out.” he soothed.

Blades shuddered, then sobbed and clung tighter to his brother. He felt Streetwise press up against his back, and Hot Spot’s arms came to way around them all. The four of them stood there for a while, Blades sobbing and gasping as all his panic and worry rushed through him at once. He hadn’t been able to really process it, before. That was the danger of muting ones emotional core, as he had done earlier. It meant that he’d need to handle the emotions he’d blocked off all at once instead of steadily and as they came. So, he was forced to stay in his brothers’ hold, letting them keep him from falling as everything crashed into him. For many breems, he wept into Groove’s shoulder, his own shoulders shaking with the force of what he was feeling.

But, finally, his cries petered out, and then he was just venting harshly, shaking faintly in the aftermath of it all. He felt Hot Spot smooth a hand down his side, then come back up to rub his finial before his biggest brother spoke.

“How about we watch some of that old drama we used to like before the War? We still have the whole series downloaded on the old travel holo-pad. I know you missed a lot of the episodes that came out while you were in stasis, bitty Blades.” he said.

Blades reset his vocalizer, wincing at his staticky and rough his voice was even after doing so. “You have the whole series of But a Chance?”

Streetwise hummed. “You bet we do. We kept downloading the new episodes that came out after…” he paused, trailing off. Blades knew what he was talking about. “Well, we kept downloading the new ones. Never watched them, though. Not beyond the ones that came out before them Purge.”

“Didn’t feel right. Not without you there to make all your little comments.” Hot Spot quipped.

Blades huffed a weak sound of amusement. “You still watched some without me, though.”

“Awe, only a couple, bitty Blades.” Hot Spot smiled. “Not too many. So? What do you say?”

Blades gave another huff. “Yeah.” he agreed,

“Good, because I’ve already got it set up.” Groove said cheerfully.

“Presumptuous.” Streetwise teased.

“Shut it. You’re the one who told me to prepare for a Blades Cheer Up Night.” Groove snipped back.

“We all knew it was time for a Blades Cheer Up Night. Why are you sparklings arguing?” Hot Spot asked playfully.

“I’m older than you.” Streetwise said, frowning.

“Only by half a breem.” Hot Spot sang.

“And I’m not a sparkling!” Groove protested.

“Hush, little brother.” the two older Protectobots said at the same time.

Blades giggled weakly. “Yeah, hush. The big bots are talking.” he rasped.

Groove turned an offended look on him. “We’re all older than you. And bigger.” he sniffed.

“I’m prettier though.”

There were noises of outrage around him, and Blades felt his lips quirk up. Even as Hot Spot tweaked his finial in retaliation, he just felt his smile relax a little more. His spark was still heavy with grief and fear, but already it felt warmer and lighter. He didn’t protest as Streetwise eventually got the other two to simmer down, pushing them all towards the large berth. At the head of the berth, the holo-pad was set up on a small desk. As soon as all four brothers were settled, Groove started the episode Blades remembered having left off on, and they settled down to watch.

Things were peaceful, for a while. They got another episode in, and Blades couldn’t help himself then as he watched the characters go about on screen.

“I’m sorry, Clearview did what now? That’s stupid. She’s stupid. Why would she even do that?”

“Well,” Groove purred. “It could be because she’s actually-“

“No!” Blades hissed, drawing back a pede and planting it firmly in his brother’s hip, sending the flyer tumbling off the berth. “No spoilers!”

Groove cackled, but crawled back onto the berth and flopped on top of his younger brother. “Okay, okay. Have it your way.”

“You two are being far too loud for anyone else to enjoy to show.” Streetwise said blandly.

“Blame Groove.” Blades sniffed. “He started it.”

“You’re the one who kicked me!” Groove squawked, outraged.

“I will not be spoiled! Bots who spoil the show for other bots recharge on the couch, remember? That’s the rule!”

“Well, we don’t have a couch.” Groove said smugly. “So there.”

“We have a floor, don’t we?”

“I’m not recharging on the floor!”

“You are if I make you!”

“Try it!”

“Fine!” Blades huffed, and proceeded to launch himself at his brother.

Groove yelped, not expecting Blades to actually go through with it, and the two wrestled on the berth before their elder brothers pulled them apart. Streetwise grabbed Groove and rolled on top of him, while Hot Spot dragged Blades into his lap and wrapped the motorcycle in his arms.

“Hush.” he admonished. “It’s show time now, not wrestle like feral sparklings time.”

“We’re not sparklings!” Groove and Blades protested in unison.

“Then stop acting like it. Now shut up and watch.” Streetwise said, though they could all hear the grin in his voice.

There were grumbling protests, but the two younger bots obeyed and went still. After another couple episodes, they were released to drape across each other. Time wore on, and the Ark slipped into it’s nightly recharge cycle. By this time, Blades’s brothers were in recharge themselves, curled around and on top of each other while Blades himself continued to watch the drama. He was waiting, after all.

Another groon passed, and the door to their berthroom opened. First Aid trudged in, exhaustion hanging from his frame. He went straight for the berth, tipping right into it and not even bothering to get his legs in. Blades huffed a laugh, gently tugging his younger brother up into the berth. He reached out to turn off the holo-pad, then refocused on First Aid as the youngest Protectobot cuddled firmly into his side. He knew his brother was tired. Pit, he could feel the depths of First Aid’s exhaustion over the bond. But he had to know.

“‘Aid? Are they…?”

“They’re fine.” First Aid mumbled. “They’ll make a full recovery. You don’t have to worry, Blades.”

All at once, the last of the fear and worry left him, and Blades released all tension in his frame with a heavy vent. “Thank you.” he whispered.

First Aid hummed softly. “‘Course. They took care of you when we couldn’t. I won’t let you lose your team if I can help it, Blades. ‘Specially not your Amica.” he mumbled, his words slurring towards the end.

Blades smiled, his arms wrapping around the little medic as First Aid nuzzled into his embrace. “Yeah.” he murmured. They really had taken care of him. “Recharge, ‘Aid. You need it.”

“You too.”

“I will.” Blades agreed. “Goodnight, little brother.”

“‘Night.” First Aid made a sleepy, content churring noise. “Love you…”

Blades blinked, then tightened his grip around him. “Yeah.” he whispered. “Love you too.”

He watched his youngest brother drift off into recharge, then offlined his optics ans let himself drift off as well. Just before he fell unconscious, he felt Groove roll on top of them both, and Hot Spot’s arms coming around all three of them. From the other side of the largest Protectobot, Streetwise’s hand came to rest on Blades’s head, his thumb twitching against his finial.

Comfortable and warm, his frame and spark both surrounded by the peace and love of his brothers, Blades drifted off into recharge, his rest easy and quiet with the reassurance that his Amica and his team would recover. His spark was warm with the sheer joy, adoration, and contentment that pulsed all along the bond, and his rest was easy and undisturbed.

Beyond the walls of the Ark, the stars were silent.

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And here it is! What did y’all think? For those who don’t remember, the Purge that Streetwise mentioned was the massacre of the Rescue Bots.

Also, poor Blades. He has it rough. At least he’s not alone, right?

Let me know how you liked that! If you want more of this verse, I might expand on it after I take care of more prompts. (Or you could request a specific scenario yourself.)

Until next time, folks!

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set-phasers-to-whump · 2 years

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no anesthesia

prompt: no anesthesia

whumpee: gereon rath

fandom: babylon berlin, gereon rath mysteries

hi! imma be honest this is not my best work and i feel like it may not make a whole ton of sense if you’re not me so to fix that i do plan to eventually write a second chapter from charlotte’s pov. anyways this fic was written with the books in mind but also works just fine in the world of the show, the only difference is charlotte is called charly but other than that it’s basically the same. hope you enjoy :)

He’s breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating but not quite there yet. His chest feels tight from receiving just a bit too little air. It’s making him horribly dizzy, although this might be due to the blood loss, instead.

There’s a huge gash in his right leg, running from just below the knee to perhaps four inches above the ankle. It’s deep and horrible and the blood is pouring out of it, soaking into the dirt beneath him. The pain is overwhelming, hot and stabbing and constant. He feels sick with it. He wishes he would fall unconscious, but the pain is simply too much, or else it’s not enough. He doesn’t know how on earth it could be the second, though. He has never felt pain as bad as this in his life.

His throat hurts, too - he’d been screaming, at one point. He isn’t now. Or maybe he is - there’s a ringing in his ears that drowns out all other noise, so he can’t really be sure. His face is hot and damp, and for a delirious second he thinks it must be blood before he realizes he is crying. He reaches for the pocket in his jacket where he keeps his medicine - if his body won’t pass out on its own, he can make it - but his jacket is gone. He’s hit with the sudden memory of it getting caught on a tree branch and ripped away. They hadn’t had time to stop.

They - that’s right. He’s not alone. Charly is here, somewhere. He doesn’t remember her leaving him, but he also doesn’t remember much of anything. He hopes she’s alright, but there’s nothing more he can do. All he’s capable of doing is lying here and bleeding and hurting. He wonders how long it will be before he dies. Whether she will be there to see it happen.

At some point, his eyes drift closed. He’s on the edge of blessed unconsciousness, the pain finally moving into the background. And then someone slaps his cheek and the world roars back into focus, bringing the pain with it.

He cries out, opening his eyes and looking straight up into the face of Charlotte Ritter.

He wants to ask her something, now that she’s here. He doesn’t know what it is, but there is something he needs to know. Except he can’t make himself speak, and anyways she is not really looking at him. Her hands are busy with something he can’t see, and she looks very focused on whatever it is.

“I’m sorry,” he hears her whisper, suddenly, and he wants to reassure her that this is not her fault but still he cannot speak.

It doesn’t occur to him to wonder what it is she is sorry for until suddenly there is a new pain in his leg. It amplifies the original pain to a degree he wouldn’t have thought possible, and he’s positive he’s screaming now.

“Shh,” he somehow manages to hear her whisper, despite his screams. He’s in no condition to obey, though, until suddenly something is pushed into his mouth. He instinctively bites down on it as hard as he can, jaw aching, as the horrible new pain continues winding its way down his leg.

He doesn’t know when it stops. But after some time, this new pain has ebbed away, and he’s left with a horrible, hot, ache that goes all the way down his leg. It’s miles better than what it had been, though, and he lets out a shaky, shuddery exhale around the thing in his mouth, which he realizes now must be some item of clothing.

He reaches up a shaking hand to remove the fabric, and then manages to get himself together enough to ask, “what was that?” in a voice that he hardly recognizes as his own.

“Stitches,” Charly says, and her voice has a matter-of-fact sound to it but he thinks he can hear it shaking, too. “They should stop you from bleeding to death before we get back to Berlin. The car isn’t far off now. I’m going to get it and then we can go to a hospital.”

He’s too exhausted from asking his earlier question to verbally respond, so he merely nods, the back of his head scraping against the dirt.

“I’ll be just a minute,” she promises, and then she’s gone again.

He lies there and breathes deeply, trying to get himself under control and calmed down. The worst of it is over, he thinks. The worst of the pain has passed. All that is left now is to get into the car and find a hospital where they will at last knock him unconscious and make the pain stop.

Charly arrives with the car then, pulling up as close to him as possible. Even so, he has to stand to get in, which is extremely difficult and painful. She hauls him up, and he puts all his weight onto his left leg, his right foot barely even touching the ground. Charly slides her arm around his waist and takes on some of the weight, and together they manage to get him into the passenger seat.

Seconds later, they’re speeding back towards the city at a speed that would probably be slightly terrifying if Gereon had enough energy to care. As it is, though, he just leans his head against the window and watches the countryside fly past and tries to focus on this scenery rather than on the pain. It will be over soon, he reminds himself. It is almost over.

“Not too much longer,” Charly says, like she can read his mind. “How are you doing?”

“Okay,” he mumbles, not really sure if she can hear him. “I’m okay.”

“Of course you are,” she says, and she sounds so certain that he has no choice but to believe her. He is okay. Everything will be fine. Now, everything will be fine.

They screech to a halt in front of a hospital - Gereon is too out of it to tell which one - and Charly disappears inside to fetch someone who can help them. Gereon waits, his head still pressed to the glass, the stitches in his leg throbbing insistently with nothing to distract him from them.

Fortunately, just a moment or two later, Charly returns with several doctors and nurses in tow. They’re carrying a stretcher and they all look rather worried, but Charly smiles at him and nods, so he imagines that everything is not too bad.

A couple of the doctors and nurses haul him out of the car, which hurts a fair bit more than getting into it had, but he barely has time to react because suddenly he’s lying flat on his back on the stretcher and at long last someone is poking a needle into his arm and he finally falls into unconsciousness.

thanks for reading! like i said im not so sure about this one but i do plan to eventually do another part that will explain more about what happened and all. hope you enjoyed anyway, love u <3

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