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axailslink · 1 year

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could you do something where riri has been flirting with reader and riri is known for being a bit of a player but the reader is shy and doesn’t just want to be the another girl in riri’s lineup?

Go fuck yourself Riri Williams

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Riri has a list and you're on it every girl Riri wants she gets but she can't get you because you don't want to be next in her little fucking line up.

Snippet from the fic: " "God damnit Riri you kissed me!" Riri scoffs "I kissed you? Are you forgetting your part? Kissing is a two party game" "

Riri has an eye for what she wants she also had a new girl for each month and right now she was trying to catch you in her web of lies, deceit, and manipulation. Riri Williams you'll hear praises about her from the professors and all her teachers but ask anyone else they'll tell you the truth.

"She's a lying snake."

"She's a jealous bitch who can't handle what's given to her."

"She ain't shit."

Ask every girl and they knew even the ones she hadn't dated but you are right up her alley shy, reserved, and maybe a bit heartless when it comes to love. If she were to get you and hurt you two things could happen she could break you and you'd want her dead or she would fall into your web and you could break her. So whenever you see her coming you run the other way but as you sit in line waiting for your food you can't avoid her gaze. You can feel her eyes undressing you almost as if the clothes are slipping right off of your skin. You're quick to turn around and she's doing just as you assumed staring you down but you say nothing because she currently has her hand around a girls waist and you are not about to get into it with one of the rachet hoes she decides to keep for the night. You look around at the walls to make it seem as if you're looking for something before turning back around. You don't know how the hell you both ended up eating at the same place but you want your food to go now. Riri has made it very well known that she wants you and she wants you badly. The flirting is forever obvious and straight forward she doesn't bounce around her point. When the man comes back with your plate you ask him if you could have it to go and he nods leaving to grab a to go box. Hopefully she says nothing to you she's with her girl she wouldn't dare say anything to you when she's with her girl. As if the Gods themselves notice the obstacle saving you from harassment she walks outside but not before kissing Riri. When the man comes back you're quick to speed to a table and put your food on the to go plate but Riri is quick as she places her hand on your shoulder. "You ain't gone say hi?" You sigh and ignore her "leave me be I'm not bothering you" she smiles "that's the problem maybe I want you to bother me give me a bit of attention." You bite your tongue as you grab your food and gently push past her. "Y/n you are always running from what are you scared of?" You scoff and turn back around "I ain't scared shit" she smiles "you getting riled up I barely hear you talk this is new." You turn back around and walk out of the fast food place you have no interest in her... Well that's what you want to believe. Sadly you are quite interested in Riri. She's something you've never had; she's like the forbidden fruit for you.

She follows behind you and looks you up and down "you're quiet I like that c'mon give me a chance?" She smiles that half sided smile at you and you almost fold right there. Everything you've heard about Riri Williams goes out the window all of it. The tales of her lies, manipulation, and deceit all go into a box and out the window. "I have a lecture in fifty minutes and your girl doesn't seem too happy right now" you point out the girl behind you with both her hands on her hips as she looks Riri up and down. Riri shrugs "she'll be gone in an hour if you give me a chance." You laugh and look at her as you unlock your car doors. "I'm not interested in your games plus I like my women grown and you playing kids games. I'm young but I ain't no toddler. Neither are you" Riri is a bit shocked by your words you've never said more than "leave me alone" to her so this is new territory you were talking to her so maybe she does have a chance.

Riri doesn't stop for the next month. She hasn't even tried picking up any other girl because she's too busy with you. She's buying you things and bringing them to your dorm you're not even sure how she found out where your dorm is but the gifts don't stop coming. First it's simple like a single rose or flower but with time the gifts became more mounted to purses and wallets and they don't look cheap. All of these gifts and they don't bother you. You stack the purses in a corner in your room and you might sell them but who knows the flowers you keep because they're beautiful. Those gifts don't bother you but one that hits home a little too well is a handwritten letter in cursive. It's neat too. You don't even bother reading it, you let it sit on your desk for a week but with each day your interest grows until finally you've had enough you read over the lines carefully taking it all in.

You interest me I find you interesting Y/n you're pretty but you aren't just pretty you have a mind of your own and it's brilliant. You aren't just some pretty face or body and I like that about you and I think I might have actual feelings for you-

You stop reading the letter and scoff as you rip it up why? Because it can't be true she only talks to you to taunt you she doesn't even have real feelings she doesn't what the fuck she wants. It honestly pisses you off because what type of out of character bullshit is this? You dump your storage box on your bed and fill it with all of her little gifts including the torn letter. You slip on your slides and stomp out of your room furious is not the word for your feeling right now. You approach the hall and you knock her door quickly trying to get away from the prying eyes trying to read you. When she opens the door you push past her and close the door "what the hell is this? So you have feelings now? What? You like me?" You push the box towards her and she grabs it observing its contents before looking back at you. "Have you read it?" You sigh as you drop the basket in front of you and pick up the torn pieces "I think I think' you're fucking ridiculous because I'm not stupid I know what you want and I'm not dumb." Riri nods as if understanding your frustration but she doesn't understand how much it hurts when someone you genuinely like plays as if they like you too. "What do I want then?" "To hurt me to use and throw me away you're ridiculous you're a mess Riri Williams a mess I don't want you" she shrugs "then I don't want you" you hadn't realized just how close you both were until now the basket being the only obstacle between you both. "You don't have to want me I don't care" you shrug but Riri only nods as she watches you inch closer to her "I don't care that you don't care about me not wanting you" you find yourself looking into those damned brown eyes of hers and she smiles for once she shows you a genuine smile.

The smile is the key, it's what makes you lean in and your big hate filled eyes make her lean in. She kicks the box out of the way and lets her hands grasp your face. Air is no longer a necessity; the kiss you both share gives you all you need to live. It should end as quickly as it happens but it doesn't as a matter of fact it doesn't stop until hands start roaming up your body only then do you pull away remembering that air is a necessity to live. You both gasp and the realization hits you as you push her out of anger "God damnit Riri you kissed me!" Riri scoffs "I kissed you? Are you forgetting your part? Kissing is a two party game" you groan and rub your face "why are you making this so hard? Why? Just leave me alone, let me not like you" Riri smiles when she hears your words "you like me?" You roll your eyes and empty the storage box "go fuck yourself Riri Williams."

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In your mind she almost looks innocent in your dreams and thoughts Riri Williams is a saint but that's the Riri Williams you want. While you're trying so hard to not let your feelings get to you as you're curled up in bed Riri's looking over her list.

The list of women that she's hurt in some way somehow she wasn't quite finished with you though you are...complicated

Keyshia

Aaliyah

Tasha

Chanel

Y/n

She doesn't know if she wants to hurt you or be the reason no one else hurts you seeing you yell at her and toss her gifts on her floor it makes Riri think it makes her wonder. Could she be a good girlfriend and would you even take the chance after today? Could Riri Williams redeem herself?

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infodumpcorner · 1 year

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My Hero Academia Dating Headcanons: Ochaco Uraraka

She'll get very flustered and bashful when she first realizes her crush. She'll blush whenever she's with you one on one and will try to act natural but will fail. Honestly, her crush would be obvious to all but the most oblivious (Deku I'm looking at you)

When she finally admits she has a crush on you she'll be nervous. She's afraid that it'll ruin your friendship. When you tell her you feel the same way she'll be surprised but relieved and happy.

It'll be hard to contain her excitement but the MOMENT she's out of sight she'll squeal and hide her face in her hands. Anyone who looks into her room at the moment would see a blushing, floating Uraraka.

Hand holding: She loves it, but she has to be careful to keep her pinky away. She's forgotten once or twice and you ended up floating.

Dates: Uraraka doesn't need anything fancy. Doing movie nights or going somewhere fun are her preferred dates, but once you decided to spoil her and go to a fancy restaurant. Her eyes were huge and sparkling as she looked around and she was a little worried about the prices but she still felt really touched and special.

Love language: Uraraka doesn't have a lot of money to spend on gifts but she will do small things like share her food with you or try making you something. She once tried to make you origami gifts but her quirk kept activating. It took her like 10 tries but damnit she was giving you a paper crane!

Support: Uraraka will always be your biggest cheerleader but don't think she won't compete against you. She thinks your amazing and she wants to get stronger so that she can proudly stand by your side. You two serve as inspiration for each other.

Napping: Uraraka is a major snuggle bug and you guys often fall asleep cuddling. It works out most of the time but sometimes you'll wake up to find yourself floating after her hand moved in her sleep.

And that's all I got for now. Let me know if there's any character you want me to do!

#mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #ochaco uraraka #dating headcanons

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nightingaletrash · 5 years

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📖 for an OC of your choice? :0

Tysm :D I’ll do this for Venaya ^^ under the cut cuz oops it got kinda long o.o

[The journal looks old, but well looked after. The binding is made from guar-leather, and a heavy lock emblazoned with the shape of a bird cradling an orb keeps it firmly shut from prying eyes. The pages are generally pristine, some a little yellowed with age, but otherwise intact. The writing is neatly uniform, written by a practised, educated hand.]

28th Sun’s Height 216

Mother and Father spend the morning arguing, as has become their usual, so I spent the day with Uncle Melar rather than attending my lessons with Mother. She’ll be so busy being furious with Father, I imagine she won’t even remember. And if she does remember, Melar will surely speak on my behalf.

Things have definitely been much more tense as of late. Staying in the house is becoming unbearable. Father accuses Mother of being more interested in Redoran politics than her own family, Mother accuses him of apathy that weakens our House. It’s hard not to take sides.

I hardly see Mother unless I visit her at her office, and even then she refuses to speak of anything but House affairs. Sometimes it feels like I’m less of a child to her and more of an investment for our future. The son who will set House Redoran on it’s ear, or at least that’s what she envisions for me. And I worry about Father’s habits lately. He disappears into the town for hours at a time and comes home with the strangest smells on his person. And it’s not matze. I’m worried he’s turning to skooma due to the stress of constantly fighting against Mother.

Perhaps I should have said something to Uncle Melar. I’ve always been able to speak to him about a great many things, and he is one of the few who I can speak to openly without fear of judgement or reprimand.But Mother and Father are both very proud. I doubt they’d be happy if I asked Melar to insert himself into our family’s affairs, and it might end up doing more harm than good.

I’ll speak with Father tomorrow. Perhaps being able to talk to me will ease his burden and make skooma a less tempting option.

5th Last Seed 2E 216

It finally happened. The fight to end all fights. Father is leaving tomorrow morning and is already packing his things... And so am I. My Father may not be ideal, but at least he has not divorced himself so entirely from his family that House Redoran is all he has left. I’m still concerned about his forming habits - I can see he is trying since we talked - but I won’t stay in Suran. Not whilst she is here.

After Father announced his intentions, Mother swiftly turned to me - for the first time in months - and demanded to know if I also intended to sully our family name. It was oddly satisfying to inform her that she was the one who destroyed the name Serethi, and even more so to see the look on her face. I’d not seen her so thunderstruck since I copied that argonian phrase as a child. Only this time was not met with a swift reprimand. Instead it was met by silence followed by the slamming of the door as she returned to her office.

May she find it as empty as the Void.

We depart for Sadrith Mora in the morning. Perhaps under the guidance of Ayem we will be able to lay the foundations of our new beginning.

[The later entries are markedly different from the earlier, the handwriting a little less uniform with increasing mentions of the author’s struggles with her father’s growing skooma habit. The pages are occasionally blotted with tear stains, and the next entry is undated and written in a shaky, almost indecipherable hand with smears of what appear to be blood.]

The Cammona Tong finally ran out of patience for Father. They jumped just along the coast and shoved me into the back of their caravan. To teach him a lesson, they said. I’ve never been so scared in my life.

The smell of sulfur is almost overwhelming, even though it’s been nearly two weeks. My skin won’t stop bleeding. I can barely see what I’m writing. Even the smallest amount of sunlight makes my eyes hurt more than I can say.

Father is distraught. Every moment he’s at my side, he’s either in tears or on the verge of them, unable to process what the Tong did to me for his mistakes. He’s sworn off the damned skooma, at least. Promised he’ll work hard to repay his debts to the Tong and to every damned dealer he owes money. It won’t heal me, no amount of magic has, but it’ll make up for what I’ve been through on his behalf. Or at least I hope it will. I didn’t much like what I saw in the mirror already. This isn’t an improvement.

[The next entry is barely anymore readable than the last, but is free of blood smears at the very least.]

3rd Midyear 2E 218

It’s been over a month since I left Sadrith Mora. Since I found that damned s’wit and his fucking pipe. He promised me there would be no more skooma after what the Tong did to me. Well, it’s good to know that I’m as valuable as guar shit to him. Saves me a lot of time trying to justify his habits anymore.

I just can’t believe I wrote to Mother of all people. I can imagine she was practically cackling to herself in glee when she got my letter. She’ll be full of ‘I told you so’s’ and will be all too happy to remind me that duty to House Redoran is above all else.

Well, we’ll see how long that lasts. I just need a place to stay a while and make some coin before leaving for the mainland. I’ve had enough of Vvardenfell. It’s brought me nothing but misery. The further I am from here, the happier I’ll be.

15th Midyear 2E 218

I’ve had a change of plans, and I couldn’t be happier for it. During my journey to Suran, I met the most fascinating nord, a young woman calling herself Astrid. She was struggling to dispatch a few cliff striders that had attacked her camp and I stepped in to help. What magic I learned from the Telvanni has evidently been worth the effort.Astrid was very grateful to me and offered me a place in her camp for the night. It’s preferable to curling up beneath a rock and praying to the Three that nothing gnaws my legs off in the night, so I accepted.

We sat at the fireside, talking as we ate fresh kwama eggs, and something about her made me want to tell her everything. Perhaps it was magic, now with what I know about her, or maybe it was just being so tired of having no one to turn to since leaving Suran, but I told her anyway. About my struggles with being the son my parents had dreamed of, with their constant arguing and the way their marriage fell apart, my father’s struggles with skooma, and how he carried on with the stuff even after the Cammona Tong’s warnings.

It felt very much like talking to Uncle Melar because rather than interject her own opinions like so many people do, she simply sat and listened and only spoke when I was finished. She asked me my name, and when I told her it was Venaryn, she laughed and said ‘no silly, I mean the name you want to be called.’ So I told her I wanted to be called Venaya. She then asked if I truly wanted to returned to Suran and my mother. I told her no, that I didn’t want anything to do with the place, and she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Astrid is a cultist, a member of a cell of Nocturnal worshippers, and she offered to bring me to them. I asked, jokingly but also a little seriously, if she intended to sacrifice me. But she held my hand and, with the utmost sincerity, told me that she wished to repay me for stepping in to save her life by stepping in to save mine.

We’re headed for the coast, and from there we depart for Skyrim. I can’t say for certain if this cult is a wise choice, but wisdom hasn’t exactly done me many favours. At the very least, it couldn’t be any worse than returning to my mother.

[The following entry has returned to being readable - not crisply uniform and formal, but readable and relaxed. The pages as clean, save for a few pressings of wild flowers between the pages and a few (relatively poor) sketches have begun to appear between entries as well.]

28th Sun’s Height 2E 218

It’s hard to believe that just two years ago I was listening to my parents arguing over every little thing. The Twilight Sepulcher is practically a paradise in comparison. Here I study and pray in quiet contemplation, sometimes carrying out tasks for the Night Mistress. My transition continues, and whilst there have been bumps in the road, I am never without the support of my brothers and sisters. Astrid celebrates every milestone I reach with more exuberance than anyone else. Sometimes I think she’s happier than I am with my progress.

Even now I can’t imagine what my life would be if I’d gone through with that stupid idea to return to Suran. I can only imagine my mother wondering why she never heard from me again. Undoubtedly she was bragging to her colleagues about the return of her wonderful son, only to be humiliated by my non-appearance. I honestly wish I could say it was planned, but part of me hopes it was part of Nocturnal’s plan for me. Some small measured vengeance for the woman who tore that family apart.

As for my father, I don’t know if he’s even alive. Every time I’m tempted to find out, Astrid and the others remind me of what he did to me, and I remind myself that that part of my life is over and the temptation passes. I have a life here. A family. I’m happy, for the first time. Venaryn Serethi is a chapter long since closed. I am Venaya Sero,

and I won’t let the past take that from me.

#vounoura #journal meme #eso #venaya sero #lemme know if anything needs to be tagged and i can add tags for it #but yeah venaya dealt with a lot of shit #ss didn't help #but she'll get her happy ending damnit

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violetfahrenheit · 2 years

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I have no idea what's gonna happen after this ep3, but I feel like a jump time is coming. Though I lowkey wanna see how Tommy deals with everything after what happens and not just be told of it (I'm still expecting more details on the four years!! four years!! what exactly happened in those four years?!). Imagine Ada and Arthur getting their acts straight and stepping in to deal with everything while Tommy is in crisis, I really wanna see more of their siblings dynamic. Or perhaps Tommy will just push through relentlessly once again. We'll see.

Other thoughts so far; Mosley is being so pushed to the shadows with Diana and Jack Nelson in the picture, it's like he himself is intimidated by these too, and I'm so intrigued to see how that's gonna go. Also, I'm gonna be SO deeply annoyed if Tommy and Diana end up fucking (he changed your life sweetie?? really?? you've barely even met him! ONCE! for fucks sake...). this better not turn into some other Tommy and his magic cock shit, I don't want to see it even if it's part of Tommy making bad decision because he's grieving, no, nope. God, I'm gonna be annoyed if it happens. Also, Gina. Gina and Michael?? I don't really miss Michael, I like that they're keeping him out of everything for now. And Gina has me... very confused this season. I hated her so bloody much on s5 and now I'm just confused by her and how she's acting. Hm.

Also, Ada. Brilliant, as usual. Loved Esme, I'm not totally sure she's not lying about the whole sapphire thing. And Lizzie. Oh God, Lizzie. Poor Lizzie damnit. I don't think she'll permanently leave Tommy cause, like, this is her life now. She has nothing else, no one else outside of the Shelby Company and family. I just... I feel so bad for her. just let her be happy 😭

#anyway #end of rant #peaky blinders s6 spoilers #peaky blinders s6 #peaky blinders season 6 #it feels good to just sort my thoughts out and spit it into the void aka tumblr #and now #I'll go watch the next one #damn I'm nervous #i lowkey have no clue what's gonna happen yay

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haku-of-the-hidden-mist · 2 years

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Sick day

*one day in konaha*

Haku: achoo!*sniff*

Mitsuki:you've been sneezing and sniffing all day haku r u sure your ok

Haku:yeah mitsuki I'm f-f-f-achoo!!*sniff* *sniff*

Mitsuki:haku maybe u should go home and rest

Haku:alright fine see u tomorrow mitsuki

Mitsuki:hmmm.....*mind:I sure hope she'll be ok*

*at home (orochimarus's hideout)*

Haku:*cough* *cough*mom here's the documents u wanted achoo!

Karin:thanks uhh r u ok?

Haku:yeah I'm fine!*cough*uhhh*sniff*

Karin:your not fine

Haku:like I said I'm f-f-f-achoo!!*drops the documents* *cough* *cough* *cough*uhhh *falls*

Karin:uh! *Catches her* Ok your going to your room to rest

Haku:hmmm

*Later*

Haku:*laying in her bed* *cough*

Karin:hmm damnit you have a fever hmm

Haku:achoo!!*sniff*

Karin:uh! Haku

Haku:*cough* *cough*

Karin:hmm*leaves the room*

*A few minutes later*

Karin:*puts a warm wet towel on haku's head* *sigh*

Haku:*asleep* *cough*

Karin:I can't believe I'm doing this

Haku:mom

Karin:huh oh ya haku

Haku:*tries to get up*hmmm

Karin:hey don't get up u still need to rest

Haku:ok um can I have some water pls

Karin:uh sure*Gets up*

*few minutes later*

Karin:here *gives her water*

Haku: thanks mom*drinking water*

Karin:*smile* *pets her head*

Haku:hm! *smile* *happy*

Karin: well u should get some rest I'll check on u later *gets up*

Haku:um! Can u stay a little longer pls

Karin:eh! Hmm alright

Haku:*smile*achoo!! Uhh hehehe

Karin:hehehehehe

*Few hours later*

Suigetsu: haku!karin!where r those two?*goes into haku's room*huh!?*smile*hehehehe

Karin:*sleeping with haku*

Haku:*asleep*

Suigetsu:*takes a picture*

*End*

#anime #boruto #naruto #suigetsu hozuki #karin uzumaki #suikarin #mitsuki #im sick

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wordstrings · 3 years

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I CANNOT believe I didn't think of that???? But I DID IT

Also, the reasons you didn't ask for:

Jack: Lawful Lee- hes so innocent and pure and still has the mind of a child. He doesn't understand the embarrassment that might come of just asking Cas, or Dean, to just wreck him cause he had a bad day. He has no reason to go it via retaliation (like some people *cough* Dean *cough* he just asks for it

Kevin: Neutral Lee- Kevin is the MOST embarrassed about being tickled, and will NEVER make a move to try to be on the receiving end. But when hes had a rough day with the tablets, or starts complaining a little too much, the brother feel they gotta take his mind off it. What better way than pinning him down and tickling the snot out of him. Kevin of course doesn't actually mind, and the boys know that, from the little to no heat his threats give off. But he'll never give them true verbal or physical verification.

Meg:chaotic Lee- ESPECIALLY in her later seasons when she decides to help the boys. A quick quip here, a jab at their egos there? A well placed death threat? And the boys and Cas are taking her down, just like she planned. (This ones a little shotty, I didn't really know who else would fit here, if you got ideas, lay em down!)

Cas:Lawful switch- I mean. Does this one really need an explanation? Yes? Well okay- much like his surrogate son, he's not overly shy about asking his boyfriend to be taken down. He does seek retaliation from Dean sometimes, but thats really just because he knows Dean likes that kind of play, and he's more than happy to endulge him. His ler side, is often kept for Dean (he will take down Sam or Charlie or Kevin when necessary, but only when necessary or asked). He's grown to learn Deans ticks and signs that he wants to be tickled. But being the good wholesome boyfriend that he is, always waits for those signs to show up cause he doesn't want Dean to ever be uncomfortable (although, he's kidding himself if he thinks Dean isn't always craving it, but thats beside the point)

Charlie: Neutral switch- Her ler side is more so quick jabs to sides, flutters of fingers up ribs, or spidering up spines. Enough to get a squirm and a gasp or giggle out of her assailant, but nothing more, unless of course the entirety of the bunkers residents are ganging up on Dean- then she'll join the antics, but otherwise likes to stay on the outskirts, and just tease everyone (shes a big reason why Dean gets into Lee moods a lot. You can't just give him a quick squeeze and move on! Thats like letting him have one bite of his burger and then taking it away!!). Her Lee side is also relatively secluded. When she's in a Lee mood, she focuses on one single assailant (usually Sam) to prod poke and flutter. They eventually get annoyed enough that they take her down, and reducer her to giggling mush. Her Lee moods are few and far between, so it took everyone in the bunker a while to figure it out

Dean: chaotic switch: the chaotic switch to rule all chaotic switches. When hes in a Lee mood, you'd better believe no one wants to be in the same room with him (and all have Cas on speed dial for this reason. Oh you thought it was cause he's an angel of the lord that could help with monsters? No, its to deal with a problematic Dean Winchester). He becomes /unbearably/ annoying until someone decides to FINALLY take him down. If he's been annoying enough, to enough people he'll earn himself a swarm of angry friends picking certain body parts to destroy, and it becomes a family affair. If Dean is in a ler mood, forget about not being in the same room. You should be in a different country yesterday. He is relentless, taking down anyone in arms reach. Even running after them down the hall, "you gotta keep your endurance up, what if I was a vampire Kevin, huh? You'd be DEAD". Cas is also usually called to clean up this mess. Although, if Cas in unavailable, a well placed threat about calling Gabriel usually gets him to mellow out until Cas can be his guinea pig (shameless throw out: petition for the boys to FINALLY get Cas a pet God damnit).

Sam: lawful ler- due to the years of torment he was subject to by his brother, he's not big on being on the receiving end, but that doesn't mean he's not afraid to dole it out. His "traumatic" memories leaves him being more empathetic to his victims, and only taking them down necessarily, or when they outright as for it, some actually asking, some... more around the bush (*cough* DEAN *cough*). He takes immense joy in tickling Charlie, because he knows he's the main person she goes to when she actually wants to be tickled. And he's always willing to lend that hand... or fingers.

Benny: neutal ler- you CANNOT tell me he did not take Dean down in purgatory at least once. And when he joins the family of the misfits, his first reaction is "why does everyone tickle eachother do damn much??" He finally realizes that its because their lives are so full of sorrow, death, destruction and overall sadness, its their way of brightening everyone's spirits when needed. Hes also realized its a common form of affection throughout the bunker. His first experience with it was Charlie goosing his side. He wasn't overly fond of the feeling, but was content with watching everyone take eachother down for a long time. It wasn't until a few months into living with everyone that Dean kept /pestering/ him nonstop for three days. It was Cas who eventually told him that Dean was trying to get him to tickle him. He obliged, somewhat hesitantly. He confront Dean about it afterwards, and Dean just blushed, and told him he wanted him to be part of the family, more than just a shadow around the bunker. After that, Benny started settling in a little better, and even joined in tickling others when he had the chance. The only one he allows to actually tickle him now is Charlie, anyone else will be tickled to hysterics immediately.

Gabriel: chaotic ler- Gabriel isn't around the bunker often. He'll show up for holidays, select birthdays, and hunts he's needed on. Otherwise hes pretty scarce, doing whatever gabriel/loki/trickster/whatever he is this Tuesday. Every once in a while he'll pop up on days other than those listed above. On the days he is around, everyone is always on high alert. Gabriel LOVES to mess with his new family, and his older brother complex trumps even Deans. And unlike Dean, no one sees Gabriel coming. He is not afraid to use his grace from the other side of the bunker, or pop up behind his unexpected victims to tickle them with his fingers and wings the old fashioned way. However... Gabriel is the most dangerous when summoned. Can you guess who's in the most danger? I'll give you a minute. Thats right, Dean freaking Winchester. And Gabriel does not like being prayed to on days he isn't planning on joining those in the bunker, and will surely dole out whats coming to to culprit of those forced to bring in backup (although, who is Gabriel kidding. If it got to the point they had to pray for him, he's really just feeding Dean what he wants)

Cliff notes: Dean is just a mess but everyone loves him

First of all, when did Tumblr let asks get this long? Not complaining – I just pride myself on keeping up on all the quirks here and this completely skipped my radar. It’s glorious.

I agree with so much of this, so hard, but I must acknowledge that the switch row is true Perfection. I’m with you on the chaotic lee conundrum, though - and the closest feasible replacement I can come up with is Garth. (Ideally, I’d still probably put him in neutral instead of chaotic, but whaddayagonnado.)

#ask #thatone.asexualgirl #headcanons #tickling #Supernatural #Jack Kline #Kevin Tran #Meg Masters #Castiel #Charlie Bradbury #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Benny Lafitte #Gabriel #swift.fox

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addytheheartbreaker · 5 years

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"Don't take what's precious to me" finale

*somewhere, the high security mental asylum*

Joen has been abducted along with his favorite brother Leon since this is the moment he knew they'll be captured so they could return to that miserable place.

He hates it!

With the other masked singers left. Since the start of May. His best friend Lea was called by her parents to return back home to Hollywood to her empire, Linette's parents also called too as she must return back to her dimension to help her family, T.J of course return to his cave like mansion at the desert while he has many errends from his mentor T-Pain. The others too left the mansion except him and Ronnie. Ronnie looks very worried about something that the peacock showman couldn't confess to him or the others. That's until he heard from the Peacock that one of his informants that his brother Helios has been captured then carried him back to the same but improve asylum where his brothers escape with the help of his doll friend Addy. Knowing this he have to lie to her that he'll be busy.

Here he is now. Captured the most unstable bunny of the brothers. He really hate this. The memories, the pain, the torture, the times he had fought off those psychiatrists and guards, no freedom, no fun for him and unable to see.... Doll....

The one who save him, his savior to escape that place with a price to loss his memories.

The white rabbit sense something that cause him an intense twitch to give the attention to the black rabbit.

Leon: White? Are you alright?

He twitch again and again quickly but this time he felt that same feeling on his chest. It became tighter the more he could realized why.

Joen: *whisper to himself* Doll....

God damnit! It was Addy. He didn't even told her that he will get captured then send back here. But NO! He won't stay there just to make her suffer without a friend to cheer her up. She needs him to cheer her! Nicol told him she has been isolated and inexperience in her life for years. She need someone to teach her how to be happy, she had feared about the people close to her abandoned her.

Without hesitation. He turn back and race toward the gates so he could teleported his way out since that place is a anti power ability so he won't use it to escape that easily.

Joen: Doll! DOLL! ADDY!!!

Leon watches as his older brother was surrounded by guards and doctors to prevent him from fleeing their grasp. The rabbit man manage to loosen one tight restrained left arm as unleash his claws to attack them. He couldn't leave her alone without comforting her. The tight feeling on his chest tighten more which cause him to feel uncomfortable and uneasy for him to focus his way out.

Too late to escape from them. The guards caught him again, strong guards that are buffer and stronger then the strong crazy bunny.

Joen: No.... No, No, No, NO!!!

LET ME GO! SHE NEEDS ME! DOLL! DOLL! ADDY!!! PLEASE, LET ME GO!!! DOLL!!!

Leon couldn't help but pity on his favorite rabbit brother. He felt like the doll girl is special to him. He is grateful to meet the person who help him and his brothers escape but seeing Joen trying to run away, attacking them and trying to get out to see and help Addy really means to him the same way he felt for Leon and his brothers. They just only reunited 3 months only after all these years.

Joen uncontrollably shouted and struggling to freedom. Only he has been knock out by one of the doctors to inject him coldly. Leon obliviously dragged away inside the building as he watch the white rabbit being carried then bringing him inside as well.

Still unconscious. The only last thing before he was knock out is the tight feeling inside his heart and a screaming cries of a broken doll devastating from loss.

*End of May. Present day of June after her birthday*

After Joen return to the asylum leaving Addy and Nicol in silence.

Addy had a rough day about what happen. Yes, she is satisfied that her birthday is a success that she had been wishing for so long. But she felt someone missing at her party.

Joen Roger

Nicol gave her two gifts. Actually the other gift she had received was actually an early gift from Joen. A bunny ear headband with a adorabke pink bows on each bunny ears. She'll cherish it always to the rabbit man.

Today. She still feel desperate to unable to see Joen or hear him sing his songs again. After all.... She is a Cursed Doll.

End of the story

#don't take what's precious to me #the masked singer human au #the masked au #the mask au #addy the heartbreaker #joen roger the rabbit #joen roger #leon roger

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ceciliafrom5to7 · 5 years

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Choose life.

I hate this sick world. Everyone's ill, we're all hopeless, everyone is giving in and giving up. I'm not gonna do this again, I know I'm much stronger now, but I can't stand seeing people I care about and love hurting themselves. I can't save them which is so frustrating to me, thus they're tired of everything, they stopped fighting, because they're struggling so much and it makes me cry. Fuck. I'm sobbing right now. I reckon it's a hard life-Oh baby it's a wild world, it's hard to get by- I just see myself as a dreamer and I'm kinda excited to see how my life will turn out to be, that's why I haven't given up completely. I did though, I had given up, but somehow I was resurrected by myself, I changed my life to be in peace with my own self. I'm so fucking proud of my ass for doing this, god damnit.

Now that I'm satisfied with the person that I am, I watch my friends kill themselves and it just fucking tears me apart. Oh my, here I am crying again. They are bringing me down with them, I don't wanna end me once more, I don't wanna die again, I don't wanna give in. But I also don't wanna see them ending their lives. I don't know what to do. I'm not Nietzsche's superman, I'm not Parmenides' being, I desire to be happy again, I desire to forget all this, start all over, I aspire to be the person that I'm not, the one I daydream about, but it doesn't exist. I can't be perfect, I hate this, I loathe this, I fucking loathe myself. Oh my god, there goes me AGAIN, Cecília, the girl with a self steem lower than Lil Wayne's trousers. The girl who's known for being desperate for attention (that's what people say about me, right?), The girl who cannot be alone because she needs to be continuously reassured that she's not hated or that she's "loved", am I though? The girl that's literally so fucking scared of everything that she just hides her paranoia even from her shrink, because she thinks that she'll be judged by her fucking shrink. What a fucking waste of time. I'm so fucking tired of fucking drama, of fucking useless pieces of fucking everything. Why can't I live my dream? Why can't I chose life? Choosing life like Renton did in Trainspotting, I don't want to turn out like Tommy. I don't want to turn out like Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain. FUCK THOSE PEOPLE, I don't want to die. Fuck. Fuck. I don't want to do this again. I don't want to do this again. I don't want to do this again. Mother I can feel the soil falling over my head.

When will I see the light at the end of the tunnel? I'm screwed either way, I'm far sighted. So I guess I won't. FUCK THIS SHIT. I want to see it ahhhhhhhhhhh can't do this anymore. I'm not capable of taking care of people, I won't allow myself to look after sick people no longer. It hurts me too much. I can't ever live for myself, I feel like I'm always living for someonelse's life. Will I ever live for myself?

I'm gonna stop living in fear, I swear. I won't live in fear like I did, like I've been living since I was 8 years old. There's something I recall from when I was about 11 (the saddest 11-year-old out there), I wrote a piece of poetry I'll never forget, because it impressed my teacher way too much and I cried that night. It's written that I was sick of being afraid of being afraid which it made a lot of sense to me back then. I realize that I've always been afraid of THE fear. "Fearing fear" is the title of the poetry I wrote, actually it's in Portuguese ("medo do medo"). SHIT GETS ME EMOTIONAL.

I don't know by this point.

I guess I'll go back to writing, it's been so long, too long. I guess it helps me in a way. I used to write a whole lot. But I used to write about what reminded me of troubled times and shit like proana. I've written stories with mourning endings. From now on, I'm writing stories with happy endings.

This is not the end

I'm gonna make it and so are you

Fuck yeah my dudes

I am choosing life.

(thank you Danny Boyle and Irvine Welsh)

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