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bojackbrainrot · 1 year

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Bad Habits

F/M Sebastian Sallow / F!MC

F/M Ominis Gaunt / F!MC

Could be read as future M/M Ominis/ Sebastian there are some jealousy elements here :)

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SUMMARY:

Sebastian has been brushing Ominis off every morning to hang out with that new fifth year girl. This is something Ominis can’t let go on without payback, and if he caught some feelings for the girl on the way- well he wasn’t really complaining.

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Sebastian was acquiring a bad habit out of late, every morning he would rise from his bed, mess with his hair and cast a quick scourgify to keep himself fresh. Then, he would turn right after leaving his quarters, instead of left. Both directions led down to the common rooms for the Slytherin house. However, Sebastian was specifically choosing to go the long way to walk around, he was choosing to walk the halls just outside the women’s quarters.

The reason for this may or may not be linked to the new bright-eyed, raven haired fifth year witch who called the third-to-last door on the right her home. Every morning Esmeralda Paddock would leave her room smelling like spice and vanilla, and every morning Sebastian would ‘conveniently’ run into her. Oh- and of course they would just HAVE to walk to breakfast together, for convenience, and if Sebastian ignored Ominis a couple days a week (or more) to do this then- well he hadn’t complained yet.

“Good morning Sebastian, lovely to see you.” Esmeralda’s voice cut through Sebastian’s thoughts, startling him.

“Esme, lovely to see you! I didn’t even see you there,” Sebastian nearly choked at the scent-heavy air that whooshed passed him, he must have caught her on a wash day. It took most of Sebastian’s self control to pin his arms to his sides, fingers absolutely aching to tie themselves in her raven locks.

“I’m sorry to startle you, Ominis sent me an owl this morning so I was in a bit of a hurry.” Esme grinned sheepishly.

“Ominis… sent you an owl? He didn’t tell me you two were on speaking terms.” Sebastian didn’t have a good feeling, anything that the other Slytherin boy said about Esmeralda was far from kind, especially after the Undercroft incident.

“He apologized in the letter, and said he wanted to apologize in person as well, isn’t that nice? I was going to go meet him in the library.”

Sebastian’s anxious brain highlighted the fact that she made no move to invite him along to their likely private meeting in the library, and something painful gripped his heart at the thought. His mind started to spiral, helplessly he reached out for her hand, running his thumb across her knuckles, practically begging with his eyes for her to stay.

“Will I still see you at breakfast? Don’t keep me waiting, I might decide to go pick a fight with Imelda just from loneliness” the adorable laugh Esme gave him was well worth the humiliation of admitting he would miss her.

“I won’t be long, I promise Sebastian. Save me a seat?” With that Esmeralda turned, her hand slipping from Sebastian’s as she left.

Leaving him behind.

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Ominis POV

Ominis presumed his little prank on Sebastian might bring that insufferable woman closer to himself, though however long it took to shake the little witch off of him was well worth how envious Sebastian would sound when they finally met up for breakfast.

Of course Ominis had caught on to Sebastian’s (not very sneaky) attempt at brushing him off every morning to go gallivant with her, Esmerelda Paddock the brand new fifth year. Ominis just wanted to mess with Sebastian a bit, teach him a lesson about ditching old friends. He would do this by hitting where it hurt, if Ominis took the little Slytherin girl’s attention away from Sebastian for even a moment, he knew it would drive the boy insane. Just thinking about it made him giddy with anticipation.

Ominis was waiting in the school library for the girl, normally there were at least a few students about- rarely before the first meal of the day however. Which was the perfect time to play out his plan.

“Ominis? You wanted to see me?” Esmerelda approached the corner the blond had chosen to set himself in, she found him leaning against a windowsill.

“Hello, Esmerelda.”

“Call me Esme, listen- before you say anything I want to apologize too…”

Ominis had opened his mouth to recite the lazy apology speech he’d crafted for this moment, though it snapped shut when he was interrupted by the girl wanting to apologize to him instead. This wasn’t quite how he’d pictured this going.

“ Ah- Esme, right. I’m listening.” As far as he knew, only Sebastian called her Esme. Maybe this little plan was working better than he’d hoped.

“I’m sorry for lying to you about the Undercroft. Sebastian wanted to tell you about inviting me himself, but I realize that by trying to protect a relationship that isn’t mine I just made things worse. I’m really sorry, can’t we be friends?” Esme finished with a huff, letting out all her air at once in a nervous sigh. Her words had come out fast, and nervous and genuine. It was something Ominis hadn’t expected.

And then there were soft fingers grabbing his hand, and Esme must be pulling him towards her because he felt his palm press into something soft- and oh. So warm.

“Feel my heart beating fast? I’m really nervous right now, I really didn’t mean to hurt you, I hope you can forgive me.”

Her heart was beating fast. The feeling of the rapid thumps traced up the nerves in his arm, he could practically feel his own heart kicking to match its pace

“Ominis?”

He realized he hadn’t said a word in minutes, between the girl’s odd way of convincing him to forgive her, and her apology- well Ominis was beginning to feel a bit helpless. He could feel heat creeping up his neck to rest at his cheeks. Ominis doesn’t think Esme realized that in order to feel her heart, Ominis would have to be touching part of her breast as well, and while she didn’t seem to notice, Ominis definitely did. Which was the reason he started to sweat bullets while Esme continued to press his palm into her chest.

“Sorry, Esme. I was merely thinking it over.” His voice came out more like a squeak, he cleared his throat to continue, sounding barely better.

“I forgive you, of course.”

Esme dropped his hand then, Ominis missed the connection immediately. The warmth, the buzzing electricity that coursed through his nerves at being able to feel her, he missed it ferociously. His own feelings knocked the breath from him with their intensity.

“Oh how wonderful! Sebastian will be so happy to hear we’ve made up! Thank you for giving me a chance, Ominis. Walk with me to breakfast?” The scent of something spicy and sweet brushed past him, footsteps leading away indicated she was leaving and Ominis tried to match her pace.

“I doubt that.” He muttered slightly amused at the new development, Ominis’ heart hadn’t slowed since she broke away from him. And he could feel the beginnings of a bad habit forming, changing the path of how his mornings would go from then on.

Though it seems He and Sebastian may just have to share in this bad habit.

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I might make this a series so bookmark it on AO3 if you like my writing!

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis x oc #sebastian sallow x mc #fanfic #writing #one shot #drabble

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calistired · 2 years

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no one asked for this but I’m doing it!

My personal rankings and opinions of the TMA entities and their avatars

The Buried: 4/10, im way too claustrophobic for the buried, plus drowning, plus anxiety tho taking a nice cozy dirt nap sounds nice! I have nothing against buried avatars y’all are chill

The Corruption: 2/10, no. Just no. I hate bugs plus the whole toxic love aspect is just too close to home, mold is gross and makes me ick, decay is kinda cool. Corruption avatars kinda freak me out but good for y’all? Idc if my bestie is a corruption avatar(sorry bestie) and ae keeps sending bugs my way

The Dark: 6/10, I’m a insomniac so more likely to get my ass lol, I mean it’s fine? I’m not really scared of the dark much and I wanna befriend the monsters anyways- avatar are chill I also don’t like the sun

The Desolation: 10/10 YES YES YES. I am a desolation avatar. I love fire and destruction, and I’d gladly help tear stuff down!! I dress like a slaughter avatar I know. But pls I’m just a punk. I even have desolation earrings. Other desolation avatars say hi <3

The End: 5/10 I’m honestly neutral? I’m not scared of death but I fuck with it, the aesthetic is kinda cool and I like the dream aspect! Y’all avatars are also chill you don’t do much since it kinda does it for you

The Eye: 9/10, hell yeah love the eye, v relatable as an autistic!! I also wanna know things even if it drives me crazy, I also like the typical academia aesthetic, avatars are usually chill

The Flesh: 0/10. AWFUL. NOPE NOPE NOPE. I cant stand the flesh, flesh avatars scare me! It’s v transgender which I fuck with cause same but no absolutely not can’t stand the flesh

The Hunt: 5/10 neutral, I am NOT athletic enough but it’s cool and I understand the hunt, avatars are cool unless they’re cops lol

The Lonely: 6/10. Terrifying tbh, lonely marked for sure but I love my friends too much :( but it’s kinda comforting and I get it- for avatars y’all need a hug???

The Slaughter: 7/10, cool honestly, I like it more than the hunt! Get the feral energy and I have the chaos for it but that’s it, don’t like the war aspect but I can roll with the music part! I’ve got slaughter earrings also, Melanie King <33

The Spiral: 9/10 I HONESTLY KINDA LOVE IT. The insanity isn’t great but like? I love it, love the distortions, love the statements and sexy aesthetic, I get it! Spiral avatars let’s be friends

The Stranger: 8/10 also cool! I have a lot of theater kid friends lmao. However not-thems? Terrifying. And I don’t like clowns tho I’m chill with avatars

The Vast: 10/10 YEAHHHH!!! I’m also a vast avatar, I love the infinite void of space, also understand the vertigo thing! I wanna trap people in a infinitely falling starry void that smells like ozone is that so much to ask?

The Web: 4/10. Capitalism. Y’all are cool but I’m good

Alright that’s it

#tma #the buried #the corruption #the dark #the desolation #the end #the eye #the flesh #the hunt #the lonely #the slaughter #the spiral #the stranger #the vast #the web #vast avatar #desolation avatar #the magnus archives

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hematomes · 2 years

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u throw anything at me and ill shrivel up and die regardless of what was thrown /lh

i have the strongest desire to build lumine (geo) but i. cannot bc im in the middle of kaeya and rosaria’s builds for quick swap melt fjfj

NO EXACTLY SHES JUSY EMPTY AND BLAND LIKE WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS SHE SO IMPORTANT WHILE ALSO GIVIBG ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

ahdjfjfjfjfjj i don’t like hurting. i like hurting kaeya /lh sorry kaeya but. here we can go get u a nice drink afterwards kay

HELP THATS VALID and yes he would treat u like garbage but somehow i get the feeling that that’s only drawing u in more ajsjdj i do not believe ive rlly met choso yet but. ill be on the lookout for a pathetic wet dog of a man <3

i. mechamaru deserves so much. LET HIM BE OKAY DAMMIT and pls yes he should go on a date w miwa <3

watching mai and maki simultaneously cleared my skin and damned me to hell. the kin spiral was so intense that i don’t even wanna say i kin them bc if i open that can of worms it’ll never get shut,, AND YEAH. WHEN MAKI LEFT. I WAS LIKE. BYE IM FALLIN APART IM DISINTEGRATING LIKE PAPER IN THE RAIN

women’s wrongs <3 i. need more mei and utahime content. jjk manga pls feed my addiction

WAIT GEGE HATES HIM? THATS SO FUNNY AJEJDDJ and nanami is. my favorite. my. pets his head gently i don’t like overtime either buddy /lh AND WHAT. HIS VA IS DAINS JP VA?? IM GONNA LOSE IT AJDJFJFJ I DONT EVEN CARE ABT VA STUFF bc i’m not like you i don’t have a voice ki— BUT ?? YELLS THATS SO GOOD

ok actually that's valid

FELT... the urge to build a character but ur already busy building 67 others like come on hyv... more resin

HELPPP kaeya hiding in a little corner praying u won't find him only for you to drag him away and make him experience the horrors of existence

honestly yea.... fictional man who would treat me like an old rag? sign me up. but it's also bc of the unrealistic voice in my head telling me i could be their special little thing and get special little treatment. there's smth about murderous ppl being soft w their s/o that drives me completely insane

U MET CHOSO ACTUALLY he's the 3rd brother with the cursed womb at the very end of the anime. oldest brother actually. he's playing some board game w mahito and geto while yuuji and nobara kill his brothers LMFAO

dw we don't have to talk abt kinning.... it's fine ur safe........

nah fr u can't have women with such potential and then no impact like..!!!!! arg. utahime <3 some ppl ship her with gojo and honestly it's so funny to me like. agreed. but also w mei bc women

HE DOES LMAO HE'S ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED THAT THE FANDOM LOVES GOJO SO MUCH,,, tbh id start a family w nanami. it would be us and a cat, maybe also a dog . please.

YEAH IT'S DAIN... <333 ZBSJAJ leave my voice kink alone it's . i. voices are important ok

#♡.— hara

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trippin-over-my-fandoms · 2 years

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You wanna know what drives me absolutely batshit insane? You wanna know what keeps me up at night? What makes my little beginner theorist brain go brrrr?

These two little lines from Mother Miranda herself during her boss fight:

“-those four new children, they could do nothing to assuage my years of loneliness!” and the one where she refers to them as her “false children”

and like, in case it wasn’t obvious, I am incredibly obsessed with Mother Miranda and how on the surface she seems like a flat antagonist you know- crazy, wants to kill the main character, cares for no one and nothing except her goal- but if you know me then you know I am also obsessed with looking far too into things and making characters like this three dimensional. And something about Miranda and her thing with this family dynamic just gets me.

Obviously, she says it herself, referring to the lords as her children on at least two occasions. It’s not just because of how she “created” them by giving them their powers, implanting each of them with a cadou which she had also cultivated if I’m not mistaken, but it’s evident in that voice line that she thought perhaps their company would fill this empty hole inside her left by Eva.

She wants to bring her real daughter back but at some point there was some sort of fondness and attachment to the lords as her children for a time. Clearly, by the end, that is long gone which I think shows off how much she’s truly spiraled, but I think it’s also incredibly interesting that she essentially uses Ethan to kill them for her instead of doing it herself (and by Karl’s claims she’s certainly powerful enough for it. But that’s all a post for another time).

And not just that but there’s evidence to show that this ideal of family was enforced. It wasn’t just her own delusions she kept to herself, she pushed it onto the lords. Karl and Alcina give us a lot in that regard mostly because we don’t get a lot of content for Donna or Moreau (and the parallels between the four, especially Karl and Alcina I’ll talk about soon too), namely Karl when he says, “I’m nothing like my siblings,” and Alcina twice- once in a voice line where she says, “You escaped my little brother’s idiot games-” and then in a journal entry where she herself questions the ideal of “family”, writing, “Just thinking of that "family" meeting makes me shudder. To think I am treated like a sister to those miscreants.” (which its interesting to me that both Karl and Alcina reject the family dynamic but for different reasons, again, I’ll get to that). That alone shows how Miranda pushes it onto them.

It adds depth to her character, I think, that she does that. That she not only thinks of them as her children but forces them to see each other as siblings. Which has really paved the way for a lot of my own headcanons and theories (and a fanfic or two or three or-). And the fact that she calls them her “false children” yet was only indirectly responsible for their deaths- wanting them out of the way but not being the one to do it despite having no clear problem with spilling blood herself (but don’t get me started on Moreau’s journal entry that states they all had to be there for the ceremony which is why they each have a flask- making me wonder what might have happened especially to them if Ethan hadn’t shown).

Anyway- sorry this is messy I’m not an experienced theorist or meta blogger but I’m starting with village and biohazard since I’m obsessed with them- especially village- and I’ve got these ideas in my brain I wanna share outside of with a few mutuals on another site. Sorry if you followed me for supernatural or rdr or even fallout- I cannot control what the beloved brain (derogatory) hyperfixates on but I’ll try to work some posts for those eventually.

Right now? Y’all bear w me I’m going crazy over evil bird mom.

#mother miranda #resident evil #re8 #resident evil village #meta #i think?#theory #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #i haven't found anyone else talking about miranda like this so im gonna #but then again im not patient enough to scroll through the tag to find them

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xmemeanonx · 2 years

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I’m begging for a part 2 on the yandere catra and adora fic please 🥲😭😭😭😭😭😭

sorry this took so long babes!!

= = =

If you are unwilling.

Adora grips your shoulder. Catra pipes up, “you aren't going anywhere.”

You shudder, but stay quiet.

Adora is such a mixed bag when it comes to giving you what you want. One second she's giving all of the space in the world, the next?

“Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Do you want some more pillows? Blankets? Hey, watch me turn my sword into-”

Yeah, it gets really annoying really quick. But strangely enough Adora is really good at knowing when to quit it right before you yell at her. She hates being yelled at, especially by you, and even more so when she knows that she deserves it. But this girl is just so full of love and devotion, she really can't help it. Being around you makes her crazy!

If you ever did end up snapping at her, expect her to turn into the messiest pile of tears and snot you have ever seen. You know when a toddler does something they think is practically illegal (like saying a swear) and they just devolve into a sobbing, hiccuping mess? Yeah that's Adora.

it's really just pathetic sometimes. And in those moments, she's always trying to apologise or explain herself, or trying to cop a comforting hug. If you have a bleeding heart, and you might just let her wrap her arms around your waist, she'll be so thankful. But you just push her off? She runs off, looking for comfort in the form of Catra.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, Catra definitely has a harder time dealing with any outburst that you may have. You may be a naturally calm and collective person, but being held in a place against your will can drive anybody to the brink of insanity. In the beginning of your captivity, Catra begrudgingly gives you your space (as recommended by Adora). But what you didn't realize is that you never really were alone. Hiding in the trees, under furniture, or by using Melog, Catra is always near you, listening.

In those moments where Adora is crying her eyes out, acting hysterical, thinking that you hate her, Catra almost believes that she hates you. I would say that both girls love each other just as much as they love you, but Catra knows how strong Adora is. And she knows how hard it is to make Adora cry, and she knows how terrible she used to feel when she brought tears to Adoras eyes.

And she knows that you should be feeling the same way.

In the end, the girls have to come to the realisation that your mental downward spiral is only the consequences of their actions. You've never been the type of person to be held down, having always weaved your way from Rebellion kingdoms to Horde Camps, with the simple intention of spending time with either of them. You need to come and go, you can't just be stuck in the same place. Or else you'll end up like this.

So they let you go, they let you take the reins on your life once again.

But, they tell you that once you're ready, they'll be here, ready to love you once more.

If you are willing.

Adora grips your shoulder. Catra pipes up, “you aren't going anywhere.”

“Oh?”

You give the two girls behind you your entire heart on a silver plate. You tell them you can't be held down, you have so many questions, you want to know so much more of your home planet, you want to see the stars from all angels of the land. You don't want to leave them, you say, but Brightmoon is not your home. And there are still so many people in Etheria that may need you help, you would do the most if you were out there.

You laugh under your breath, you admit that you've never even seen any land or kingdom beyond Mystacor and-

Adora stops you, and drops her hand from your shoulder to your hand, squeezing it softly. She says she understands before turning to Catra, whose smiling just as softly as her blonde counterpart, pupils dilated.

We want to come with you, Catra explains, we could help you, keep you safe.

You let out a breath. They could tell you were surprised by their positive reaction, yet still overjoyed. I thought, you started, I thought you two wouldnt-

Catra started, we know, we weren't expecting it either. She looks at Adora, before continuing; but who else would be able to keep us in check?

Anywhere you take us, Adora adds on before thinking for a minute, but let's stay out of the Crimson Waste, yeah?

The three of you laugh, and you hold Adoras hand tighter and take Catras too.

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I hope this is good enough! I also wanted the ending of the willing one to be sort of a mirror of the ending of the first one.

#writing #yandere writing #yandere girl #yandere spop #yandere wlw #yandere shera #yandere adora #yandere catra #yandere x reader

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cartierbin · 3 years

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14&10 with chan pls? (your writing legit gave me chills omg)

thank you sm sweetheart.

『 10. “Stop being so gentle damn it”. 14. “I’m going to fucking wreck you”.

pairing — chan x reader

genre — smut, blowjob + rough car sex with chan

word count — 1.469k 』

smut under the cut !

you licked your lips underneath the steering wheel, popping the tip from your mouth with spit strings to follow, driving chan absolutely insane. he sucks in a sip of air through his teeth and grips the root of your hair at the feeling of your warm mouth coddling his cock. he tilts his head back against the headrest with his eyes barely open, the drive-in movie that you guys were sitting in had been nothing but a waste now.

you and chan grew unbelievably horny while cuddling in the car together. one thing led to another and now here you were, in between his legs deep throating his cock like you never had before. chan always pleasured you so you figured tonight you could relieve him of being the dominant one most of the time. you both were happy that the car windows were tinted enough for no one to detect a thing, because chan was glaring down at you and tilting his head back in a fit of heavy groans. the deeds you two were doing would’ve been way too obvious. the vibrations of your moans coated his dick while he was six inches deep inside your mouth, the other inch left out to keep you from gagging too hard. “oh fuck you’re so good at this”, he praises, sending shudders down your spine and further moistened your pussy. you bobbed your head around his length lethargically with sheets of spit and precum dripping from your tongue.

he clasped both of his hands on either sides of your head and began pushing his dick further into your mouth, fucking your throat like the extremely horny man that he was. you gurgle a little in shock and surprise, the squelching wet noises of your mouth made his jaw drop with weighty chuffs of breath. his eyes roll to the back of his head, the sensation your warm wet mouth was giving him sent him down an erotic spiral and he didn’t stop. he continuously slammed his hips into your mouth with disregard for how much of a mess he was making on his lap and around your mouth. you breathed through your nose as much as you possibly could in order to help him get to his release and once he had, he thrusted into your mouth one last time before his hot cum shot the back of your mouth. you held your mouth open gasping for air feeling more than used. but it was okay because you loved the feeling more than anything else. you loved being used by chan.

he tilts his head back on the head rest again with a heaving chest and you climb on his lap and straddle it, your legs on either sides of his waist. you ring your arm around his neck and began to plant kisses all over his neck and adam’s apple bruising him with burning hickies. the episode he just had had your panties practically clinging to your sticky folds. you subtly grind your hips on his lap while mushing your lips on his, encasing him in hot desperate kisses. chan felt his heart rate start back up again, he runs his veiny hands over the expanse of your thighs stopping to squeeze different parts of them ever so often. you groused into his mouth, reaching to the waistband of your leggings to roll them down along with your panties. you kicked both of them down underneath the steering wheel and chan relished the way you looked on his lap like this. the curvature of your body and how beautiful it was. his cock had already started growing again becoming anxious of what you were about to do next.

you giggle into your next kiss with chan and reach behind you clutching his cock and twisting your hand up it to make sure it was nice and hard for you to sit on. “are you going to let me ride you channie?”. you spoke in between kisses, asking in the most innocent tone you could muster. he drops his hand at the curve of your waist. “please do”. he replies, holding the small of your back while kissing your nipples. you take a moment to inch his cock into your hole, letting it part you until you were fully seated and fully filled. chan’s body tenses and you gasp a little at the moment you’ve been waiting for. his cock twitched inside you as you began riding, bouncing on his lap a little with your hands splayed on his chest. you could already feel your body burning inside and out, the feeling was more intoxicating than any liquor you’ve ever had in your life. chan presses his thumb in the flesh of your inner thighs all while licking his lips. he could tell you were nervous and hesitant to take control. “stop being so gentle, damn it. fuck me.” he encourages and squeezes your waist. your pace wasn’t enough for him and granted, he knew your nerves were being wrecked by the pressure he was putting on you but he needed to cum so desperately bad. you hastened your pace a little and slip your bottom lip behind your front row of teeth, drawing your head back in sheer arousal. “fuck— like this? am I riding you good?”. you ask in that innocent tone again, the tone that made chan’s dick twitch. he groans at the sudden switch of tempo and lays his head back on the headrest biting his lips at the way you looked just bouncing on him at that moment.

although his dick was throbbing the sensation wasn’t building up for him as fast as he wanted it to. it made him impatient. “fuck me harder baby”. he groans beneath you and you try your best to follow his commands, rearing your hips down a bit harder than before. you immediately grew cold at Chan’s unreceptive nature, usually when he liked something particular he’d moan or curse. maybe suck in a breath or two. when you started trying to fuck him harder like he wanted his groans remained indifferent. chan enjoyed seeing you like this, on top of him nervous and almost scared. he thought your pussy felt fucking good too. but your movements were not enough to get him cumming like he wanted. “turn around”. he demands next, his voice coming out gruff and raspy. your heart sank. “turn around?”. you glimpsed at him with uncertainty yet still turning your body around like he asked, your back facing his front and your arms wrapped around the steering wheel. you adjusted your hips so you could prepare to ride him this way until you felt your his hand entangle itself in your hair and grip. your body grew cold as he leaned in just to kiss your cheeks and whisper, “I’m going to fucking wreck you”.

he didn’t give you time to think about the statement before he was jackhammering his hips up into your pussy, watching your ass jiggle cutely with each thrust. his thrusts were harsh and rough and he stuck himself so deep inside you that you were seeing white. you gripped the steering wheel to keep you from falling to the side gear. you wailed loudly, knowing— just knowing that the people in the next car over probably heard you by now. chan was fucking into you so hard that the car had to be shaking and you were much too empty headed right now to check to see if it was. you reach one hand below you to grab ahold of chan’s thigh and he gripped your wrist. “when I say fuck me this is how hard I want you to do it”. he scowls, you almost choked on your own spit at the sound of his voice. the windows of the car had grew foggy due to your muffled pleads and exasperated cries. but chan didn’t care one bit. he only cared for the orgasm that was waiting for him in that moment and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it. you were leaning your face on the leather handle of the steering wheel with tears chasing each other down your cheeks. “I’m going to cum so hard channie”. you sobbed in his grip. he enabled it, giving you a few long strokes before you were spasming and creaming down his cock. he drove you into overstimulation until he got his fix and god, if you hadn’t ever felt achey and sore before you were definitely feeling it now. you felt good though. you felt used and that’s how you liked it. chan kisses a trail up your back until he reached the back of your perspired neck.

“I’m sorry baby. I fucked you too hard didn’t I?”.

#Chan smut #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Teacher’s Pet

Severus Snape x Fem! Professor! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Teacher/Student Roleplay.

Request: what about snape and a fellow teacher in a pre-established relationship, but the reader is roleplaying as a student for some fun bedroom play? maybe some funny stuff about how he’s sweeter on her than the actual students?

A/N: HNksdnasodasndk WOW I LIKE THIS ONE.

Word Count: 1,970

“I told you that you’re sweeter on me.”

“You’re tense, Severus.” Your gentle voice spoke out to break the silence in Severus’ home study.

The strain in his muscles caused a wince to clearly show on your expression as your hands massage at his shoulders and back. Fridays usually proved to be the hardest on Severus. The students were always much more rambunctious and much more difficult to control when they had the weekend on their consciences, much to his dismay. Students of all Houses had given him a run for his money today, even the Hufflepuffs who were usually the most well behaved were causing Severus grief.

Cauldrons had been knocked over, potions were spilled onto the floor, glass vials were broken into tiny pieces, and heated arguments had broken out that Severus had to break up, and he had assigned at least five kids to detention. On top of everything else, all the kids had seemed to be off the walls with excitement.

The absolute bane of Severus’ occupation.

He was disgruntled and aggravated when he returned to his home office, plopping himself behind his desk near the bed and sitting there to stew. He feared that his sour mood would cause him to snap at you and start a fight that he surely didn’t want to have.

However, he should’ve known that you’d come looking for him when he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Professors weren’t supposed to reside outside of the castle during the school year, but Severus wanted to get away from just one night. You peeked into his bedroom with a bright grin, indicating that you had clearly had a much better day than he had. His irritation was very obvious to you, so you allowed yourself in and had rubbed his shoulders and given him sweet kisses to soothe him.

He had told you all about his terrible day, not leaving out any detail.

“Darling, I’ve been fending off obnoxious students all day. You’d be uptight as well.” He grumbled, rolling his neck to try and work out the hard knots.

A soft laugh fell from your lips, sending a rush of warmth to shoot through Severus’ heart.

“Oh, come on. They’re just kids. They were good today.” You remarked, firmly running your fingers along his arms.

“They’re always good for you,” Severus claimed; “Even my Slytherins don’t give you any trouble.”

You moved from behind him to stand beside him, looking into his tired pools of black.

“Because I’m flexible with them. I understand how difficult things can get and I offer my help for those who need it,” You explained; “You don’t have to be their friend or anything, but you could be easier to work for.”

Severus scoffed incredulously. That was probably the biggest difference between the two of you. You had very different views when it came to teaching. Students seemed to favor you over Severus (however, most students preferred anyone over Severus) due to your friendly nature. You were warm hearted and made sure your students knew you were available as a resource to them. They respected you as a professor and were comfortable around you as a friend.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a hard ass all the time, they might like you a little more.” You added, hiding your smirk.

Severus’ eyebrows dipped a tad, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek.

“Watch yourself. I’ll send you to detention too.” He said purely as a joke, but his body flushing with arousal when he saw your demeanor turn lustful.

“Have I been bad, Professor?” You purred, your voice going up a pitch.

The use of his work title coming from your lips was turning him on way more than he would’ve liked to admit. His pale cheeks went dark red, and his skin began to itch with desire.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” He rumbled, sitting up a little straighter so he could touch you.

One of his hands came to peel off your long winter coat to show more of your skin that was hidden away, but his pupils blew about 3x their usual size when he saw what you were wearing underneath. It was a seemingly innocent outfit to someone who wasn’t very observant, but to Severus it was about as scandalous as he could handle.

“What are you wearing?” He asked lowly, his eyes unashamedly gawking over your chosen outfit.

It was an old uniform skirt of yours from your days at Hogwarts, adorned with your House colors and the mascot stitched in the lower left side of the skirt. It was much shorter than when you wore it as a student. You had grown taller since first wearing it and you now filled it out in a much more provocative way since you had been in your adolescent years.

“This old thing? I just had to change before coming to see you,” You teetered, knowing good and well it was driving him wild; “You know, I think you’re much sweeter on me than your other students, Professor.”

“My other students don’t look at me the way you do. My resolve is so very thin around you,” He reminded you, his hand sliding up your leg to push the skirt past your hips. A surprised exhale of air escaped his chest when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath; “Not even wearing your knickers...I’m tempted to take House points away for your behavior.”

Ecstatic thrills buzzed through you that he had jumped onto your little game. You arched your back to meet his frame as his hands began to massage at your hips.

“Oh, please. Anything but that!” You mocked a desperate tone.

A hard, rutted fucking would take tension away from even the most strained of people. Severus needed a good stress release, and you knew this was a hell of a good way to do so, and have some fun while you were at it.

“Bad students have to be punished, Miss [L/N]. Actions have consequences.” He tutted.

Arousal was beginning to glisten your inner thighs, something that Severus never failed to notice. His fingertips were ice cold against your heated sex, a pitiful whimper leaving your lips when he glacially dragged his fingers through your folds.

“Surely...there’s something I can do to rectify my behavior, Professor.” You purred out in a hush of a voice.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are? You’re much worse than I thought...” Severus teased.

Severus stared at you thoughtfully when you only looked at him through batting lashes. His fingers were stilled and refusing to move despite your desperate grinds against his hand. He stood from his chair to tower over you, a rush of intimidation and desire beginning to spew through the cracks of the dam that was ready to crumble completely.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered.

You teased your lower lip with your teeth, obliging to his husky command and retreating to his large bed, sinking and sprawling yourself out on the mattress seductively. This was a damn gorgeous sight to see. He loved the way you were wriggling with anticipation and expectation for him. Your thighs were rubbing together to create even just an ounce of friction to appease the ache.

“You’re so impatient. If you’re so needy then I suppose you can get yourself of-”

“No! Please, I need you, sir,” You droned.

He had joined you on the bed, placing a knee on either side of you to keep you from going anywhere. He watched your squirm some more while he removed his belt and pants in a painfully slow fashion. He was determined to bring you to the brink of insanity. He wanted every noise that came out of you to either be a plea or a moan.

“I’m feeling rather generous tonight.” He fished his hard dick out of his boxers, the sight filling you with joy.

You couldn’t help but smirk up at him, rolling your hips into his pelvis casually.

“I told you that you’re sweeter on me.” You grinned.

With that statement and without missing a beat, Severus shoved all of his cock into your throbbing entrance, the dam breaking completely. A stunned cry wailed out into the room, echoing off of the walls. Severus didn’t even bother to strip you of your clothes.

He had all the access he needed.

He gave you only a few seconds to adjust to his length before he started pounding into you. You didn’t realize just how much pent up stress and aggravation he really had until each new thrust had your eyes rolling back into your head.

You thanked your lucky stars that you were in the privacy of his home and not his quarters at school, because even with a silencing charm you were sure that it’d be blatantly obvious what was happening. You didn’t think it was possible, but he started pushing in even harder, earning him a praise.

“Oh, fuck! Severus...” You rang out, not even realizing your mistake.

He stopped completely, his hand coming up to grip your chin to make you look at him.

“Do you call all of your professors by their first name? I probably should just leave you here for-”

“Please, no! I’m sorry, Professor Snape, just...please, don’t stop.” You yowled pathetically.

Severus rotated his hips to find a new angle as well as putting your heel on his shoulder to push into you deeper. He started fucking into you again, almost breaking when he saw the way your eyes squinted shut.

“Such a bad girl,” He muttered out through thrusts; “Showing up to see your professor and expecting a reward.”

You moaned out in response, your brain was too cloudy to form a verbal response. Your breasts were pushing against the thin material of your shirt, your lacy bra underneath just barely visible. He held your wrists above your head to keep them pinned down, his other hand firmly gripping your thigh draped on his shoulder.

Severus' pace and pressure was perfect, throwing you into a continuous spiral of pleasure with each delicious movement. He was sucking hard hickeys on your neck and just on the tops of your breasts, leaving marks to let the world know you were his.

That familiar coil was hot and close to snapping at any moment. Severus twitched somewhere deep inside of you, hitting every bundle of nerves he could possibly find. It wasn’t until his ring and index finger found your clit and began rubbing firm circles that you alerted him.

“P-Professor, I’m close.” You whimpered, praying that he wasn’t going to stop now.

He didn’t stop, continuing his perfect thrusts.

“Let go, darling. I’ve got you.” He said through a strained voice.

With a final lust driven hum, you clenched and came around him, his own release spilling into you shortly after. He filled you with everything he had with a loud groan. His recent release mixed with yours as it leaked from you onto the sheets. Severus didn’t care in the least.

He fell next to you, breathings heavy and words feeling impossible to come by. The lust had cleared from his vision, and he was feeling much more relaxed now.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked, pulling your skirt down to cover at least a little bit of you from the cold hair.

A sleepy, satisfied smile appeared on your face as you nodded. He captured your lips in a lazy kiss, your voice breaking it shortly after.

“I think...it’s safe to say that I’m your favorite student.” You joked.

Severus chuckled.

“Well, if you WERE a student then yes. But I’m perfectly happy with how things are.” He praised.

You giggled lightly, kissing him once more.

“Yeah. Me too.”

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BnHA Chapter 301: All My Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: We learned that when a bunch of superpowered villains are suddenly set loose with nobody around to stop them, things get fucked pretty quickly. Old Man Samurai and a bunch of other useless people decided to make “I pretend I do not see it” their new mantra, and resigned. Endeavor had a moment of despair on account of being crushed by the guilt of having ruined the lives of himself, his family, and basically everyone else in the entire world. For various reasons the heretical notion of “person who has done bad things feels sorry for doing them” sent fandom spiraling into a meltdown, so that was fun. The chapter ended with the entire Todoroki clan descending upon Enji’s hospital room to have a dramatic chat about Touya and All That General Fuckery.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “here’s the story of how Baby Touya slowly went insane trying to win his father’s love.” It’s a tale full of subverted expectations and heartbreaking inevitability, and also like twenty panels of the cutest fucking kids who ever existed on planet earth, who are so fucking cute that I can’t stop thinking about their cuteness even with all of the horrifying family tragedy unfolding around them. It is absolutely ridiculous how cute they are. Touya is out here pushing his tiny body past its limits because he inherited the same obsession as his dad and neither of them can put it aside even though it’s destroying them, and yet all I can think about is Baby Shouto’s (。･o･｡) face. Anyways what a chapter.

so I have to confess that even though I managed to avoid being caught off-guard by the early leaks, the number of people reblogging my Endeavor posts from earlier this week and using the tag “bnha 301” kind of gave me an inkling that this chapter will include more Tododrama lol. that said, I don’t know anything else about it, so we’re still good spoiler-wise

AHHHHH FLAHSBAKC AHHHH. omg I know I typoed the shit out of that, but I’m just going to leave it lol I think it’s fitting

holy shit holy fuck. so this is Rei and Enji’s first meeting, then??

yepppp, oh shit

so wait, I know this is not even the slightest bit important, but are they meeting at Enji’s home or Rei’s? because I always figured that Enji was the one with the super-Japanese aesthetic, but maybe that was Rei’s side of the family all along

(ETA: from what I found during my very brief google search, omiai meetings are often held at fancy hotels or restaurants, so maybe that’s what this is.)

there’s such a period drama feel to this setting. like it’s so outrageously formal fff how can anyone stand this kind of atmosphere though seriously

OH THANK GOD

I mean they’re still stiff af but at least they’re not rigidly sitting in seiza and staring at each other unblinkingly anymore lol. Enji’s actually got his hands in his pockets now. why is this somehow almost cute

oh damn it’s the flowers

Rei seems so subdued and it’s so hard to get any idea of what she’s actually thinking. I want to see her side of this dammit

but anyway, so at least from Enji’s perspective it seems like even though the marriage was arranged and he picked her because of her quirk, he still loved his wife and wanted to do right by her. the fact that he was watching her and noticed that she liked the flowers, and remembered that detail for all these years -- there’s a reason why Horikoshi’s showing us this. we know what’s going to happen later on; we know how much fear and violence and breaking of trust is coming up ahead, and while it may seem like this scene is serving to soften Enji’s character further -- which to be fair it is -- it also helps drive home the full impact of his abuse. that it’s so terrible not only because of the trauma of the abuse itself, but also because of the way it retroactively destroys all of the good things as well. this could have potentially been such a sweet scene, but it’s inescapably tainted by the knowledge of what’s to come, at least for me. and that’s just brutal

anyways, shit. is the whole chapter going to be like this?? feel free to toss in something I can actually make a joke about sometime, Horikoshi

oop, back to the present

omfg lol

“are you all right” “NO I’M NOT ALL RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK.” “oh, right, because of all the stuff that’s happened with me abusing you and you having a mental breakdown and being hospitalized for ten years and then our son coming back to life and killing thirty people, right, right. I almost forgot.” whoops

omfg you guys I’m loving this new and improved steely-eyed Rei. I’m loving her a lot

and what do you mean “part one” fkjds how long is this going to be. TOO MUCH DRAMA FOR ONE CHAPTER TO HANDLE

oh, hello

yeah I’ll say you did. didn’t seem to bother you much at the time, though

HMMMMMMMMMMMM

Dabi Is A Noumu intensifies even further. anyways though would you fucking look at this boy lounging on this moth-eaten couch doing his best DRAW ME LIKE YOUR FRENCH GIRLS impression wtf

Dabi what if you actually had killed him??? what would you feel?? satisfaction?? regret?? anything at all?? tell me your secrets goddammit

who are you talking to buddy

Fuyumi-chan, Natsu-kun (is it common for brothers to address each other as -kun?? can’t recall seeing that in many other anime, but hey), and “dot dot dot,,,,,, SHOUTO” lol thank you so much for this bountiful heaping of Tododrama Horikoshi we are blessed

AH, WHAT DID I SAY THE OTHER DAY

ULTIMATE MELODRAMATIC THEATER CHILD. “I’M JUST GOING TO LIE ON THIS COUCH SHIRTLESS AND ALONE AND MAKE SPEECHES TO MY FAMILY MEMBERS WHO AREN’T THERE AND SAY THINGS LIKE ‘WATCH ME IN THE PITS OF HELL’ WITH A STRAIGHT FACE BECAUSE NO ONE’S THERE TO JUDGE ME.” WELL JOKE’S ON YOU MISTER CHATTERBOX BECAUSE I AM IN FACT JUDGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU LOL

(ETA: and on a more serious note, it’s interesting to see that “look at me”/”watch me” theme being used again though, because we see that same sentiment uttered repeatedly by the younger Touya in the flashback. well kid, you definitely got your wish at last. don’t know what else to say.)

OKAY HORIKOSHI HAS DECIDED THAT’S ENOUGH FUN, TIME FOR MORE FLASHBACKS

oh my sweet precious lord

just as cute as we left him. giving us a child this cute when we all know full well what’s going to happen to him is just unspeakably cruel though

HOMG

I’m fucking speechless. you broke me, congratulations. what am I even supposed to do with this

I can’t get over this. moving forward my life will be split into two distinct parts, B.P. (Before the Pout) and A.P. (After the Pout)

and meanwhile there’s ALL THIS BACKGROUND ANGST BUILDING UP, AND I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON IT. Touya’s arm and cheek are covered in bandages (I’m guessing this is shortly after that “ouch!” panel we got some chapters back), and Enji is deliberately avoiding training with him because he doesn’t want him to hurt himself further. I can’t fucking get over the irony that all this time everyone thought Touya had died because Enji pushed him too far in his training, and it turns out that it’s the opposite -- the tragedy ultimately happened because he didn’t want to push him. but I’m jumping ahead of myself though I guess

by the way,

remember this?? just wanted to remind you that it exists just in case you forgot

so now someone is talking and basically saying that Touya is the exact opposite of what Enji was hoping for when he decided to start playing with quirk genetics

-- okay hold up

...lol no, never mind. for a second I thought “holy shit he looks kind of familiar WHAT IF IT’S UJIKO OMG” before I remembered that Enji would have recognized him during the hospital capture mission if that was the case. so NEVER MIND, PROCEED

IMAGINE THAT, ENJI DOESN’T QUITE SEEM SATISFIED WITH THIS SUGGESTION OF QUITTING NOW

(ETA: how the fuck did this man go around saving 62 towns in a single day what even is All Might.)

[clicks tongue several times] trouble a’brewin’

MEANWHILE BABY TOUYA HAS UNFORTUNATELY INHERITED HIS DAD’S STUBBORN STREAK

KLDIHWOEIJFL:KSDJ

!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god. oh my god. what is this chapter. WHAT IS IT

so now Touya is all “YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MY MANLY DESIRE TO BURN MYSELF ALIVE” well you got her there champ

THEY’RE TOO CUTE. OH MY GOD. HIS FURIOUS LITTLE TEARS. HER CHUBBY LIL FACE. HIS STUBBY LIL FISTS. SOMEONE HELP ME

also are they just home alone lol or what. “hey Touya, you’re what, like six now?? do us a favor and look after your baby sister for a couple hours for us would you? make sure not to set yourself on fire or anything.” WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!!

now it’s nighttime and Enji and Rei are arguing, presumably about his decision not to train Touya anymore

whew. okay. so, a couple of things here

1. first of all I think this conclusively shows that Enji really was trying to do the best he could for Touya. he stopped training him as soon as he realized it was hurting him, but Touya was still determined so he tried to make it work anyway, and even visited doctors to try and figure out if there was anything they could do. then, once they were absolutely sure that it wasn’t going to work, he tried multiple times to explain to Touya why they had to stop. he didn’t just abandon him out of the blue, which is really important to note. “no matter how much I tried telling him...”

so yeah, that debunks another common fandom accusation. so by the time he finally makes this decision, which we all know is going to turn out horribly, it’s basically because he’s already tried everything else he could think of. which, by the way, still doesn’t mean he handled this right. but at the very least he was taking Touya’s feelings into account and he was trying, and he didn’t just abruptly toss his son aside (at least not yet)

2. buuuut, then there’s this panel right below all that

which is the other side of it. if he’d just quit like the doctor person advised him to, that would have been the end of it. Touya would still have been upset, but he would have eventually gotten over it and the family would have moved on and possibly even been happy. but what happens next happens because Enji can’t let go. he still has this maddening urge to surpass All Might, and so he and Rei keep having more children, and then Shouto is born, and Enji finally has a kid he can start projecting all of his hysterical ambitions onto once again, and everything starts spiraling out of control soon after

though p.s. none of that is Shouto’s fault though!! he’s one of the few good things to come out of this whole mess and I’m very happy that he exists. the tragedy is that his dad fucking lost his mind over his quirk and fucked everything up. but that’s on him, not Touya or Shouto

anyways, SLKFJLSHGLKJL

I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE THIS YOU GUYS??? LOOK AT THAT LIL BUTTON OF A NOSE??? I’M LOSING IT HERE???

AND TOUYA JUST SEEMS DEVASTATED OMG

because children aren’t stupid, after all. he understands that his dad is still looking to surpass All Might. and so he feels like a failure, and feels like his dad is trying to replace him because he wasn’t good enough. and even now, isn’t that what the adult Touya is trying to prove?? that he was good enough after all?? “I’ll show you what happens when you give up on me, dad”?? “I’ll show you what I can do”?? fuck my life fuck everything

AND YOU CAN SEE THE TOLL THAT IT’S ALL TAKING ON REI GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AS WELL OH GOD

really nice touch here with the panel outlines becoming all shimmery from the heat of Endeavor’s flames (and/or becoming more unstable as the family gets closer and closer to their breaking point). but man, Horikoshi I can’t handle this, please show us more cute kids or something I can’t

GKELKWFJLDKSHFLKL

WITTLE BABE. BEEB. BUBS. SMOL. lkj; oh ouch a piece of my heart just detached and latched onto him huh look at that

TODOROKI “I’M SO SMALL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON AND I DIDN’T ASK TO BE HERE” SHOUTO AHHHHH

crazy how they all just seem to know right off the bat lol. kid doesn’t even have object permanence yet, let alone a quirk. but do they care?? IT’S THE HAIR, RIGHT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT, I’M JUST GONNA COME OUT AND SAY IT. they knew the minute they looked at him lol

AND MEANWHILE TOUYA IS OFF HAVING UNSUPERVISED TRAINING/CRYING SESSIONS IN THE MOUNTAINS OR WHATEVER, AND, UH OH

are those blue flames yet?? they seem pretty close

(ETA: this is one of the few cases where the manga being in black and white is infuriating lol.)

OH MY GOD AND STILL

so it’s not like he was so disinterested that he didn’t notice what was happening, and he was still trying to stop it and get through to him. trying to reassure him that it wasn’t the end of the world and there were other things he could do with his life, but this one particular thing just wasn’t going to happen

fucking hell. it’s agonizing seeing how close they actually were to fixing it. if he’d only said the right words, or if he’d realized at this point how destructive his obsession could be to his kids, and backed off from putting that same pressure on Shouto. we came so close to possibly having a happy ending

AND ALSO THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING BUT PLEASE LOOK AT HOW TOUYA IS LIKE THREE AND A HALF FEET TALL AND HIS DAD IS LIKE NINE AND A HALF FEET. Touya barely comes past his knees flkjlkg. the Todoroki household must have been so filled with like plastic stepstools to reach the bathroom sink and all the little baby toothbrushes, and baby gates to keep the kiddos out of the important grown-up rooms and stuff. and also days-old half-empty cups of water and stale crackers and hot wheels and my little ponies strewn everywhere

“BUT EVERYONE AT SCHOOL SAYS THEY’RE GONNA BE HEROES” a wild Deku parallel appears?? how bout that

I know this is like a pivotal moment in the Todo Tragedy and all, but fucking look at this lil dumpling

“sup bro, it’s me, the manifestation of your fears of inadequacy and lack of fatherly affections. a GAAA. ba-baAA-baa [gurgling baby sounds]”

OHHHHH IT’S THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING OH NO

HE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU ENJI. good lord somebody please just get this family some therapy

“DAD YOU IGNITED IT IN ME” flkjslkj nope, nope. not ready for this pain here

baby Shouto, would you like to weigh in on this affair? “DA!! ba-ga-daaa, [pacifier chewing noises]” oh my, you don’t say. so insightful for one so young

OH MY GODDDDDD

IT’S SO DRAMATIC BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THE SHOUNEN WOOSH LINES SURROUNDING FOUR-MONTH-OLD SHOUTO LOL HE WAS LIKE THIS FROM BIRTH OH MY GOD I AM DYING HELP

SHOUTO YOU’RE RUINING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER!?!?!

“yo, the fuck kind of family was I fucking born into” oh, son. if you only knew. IF YOU ONLY KNEW!!

(ETA: lmao I got so distracted by the ridiculous cuteness that I glossed over the fact that Baby Touya seems to possibly be aiming at him?? it’s hard to tell because he’s also super out of it from heatstroke and may just be losing control in his attempt to show off his upgrade.)

ANYWAY THAT’S THE END EXCEPT WHAT’S THIS LAST LINE OMG

ffffff. and we’re in for ANOTHER chapter of this next week?? MORE drama?? MORE BABIES?? MORE OF EIGHT-YEAR-OLD TOUYA’S SLOW DESCENT INTO MADNESS. MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT, BUT ALSO YES PLEASE SIGN ME UP

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Anonymous requested: roommates Alex and Willie share a bed on the night of a storm and it becomes a habit, resulting with a confession and a kiss. (This was edited/simplified just to make it shorter.)

Sorry this has taken me so long to get round to! I absolutely loved the request and it was a joy to write, especially since I’m so stuck in my JatP feels for the anniversary. I’m always a sucker for a one bed trope too! I really hope you like it, thanks for the request!

Raging Storms and Lovesick Hearts

There were times that Alex wasn’t sure if moving in with Willie was the best decision he’d ever made or the worst. In many ways, it was a decision he would never go back on – living with Luke and Reggie had been fun during the day, but apparently neither of them had ever heard of sleep and decided to make that Alex’s problem, so now that he lived with Willie it was nice to finally know what it felt like to be well-rested. It was also great because he got to spend much more time with Willie, something he’d craved for as long as he’d known him.

But that was also sort of the worst thing about it all.

Being around Willie all the time was beginning to drive Alex a little bit insane. Not in a bad way, it wasn’t like he felt stifled or had grown bored or frustrated by Willie’s near-constant presence in his life. If anything, it was the opposite. Nowadays, he got to see every version of Willie, not just the smiley, put-together version he saw when they met up on odd weekends. Now he got to see tired Willie, just rolled out of bed, still unsteady on his feet from sleep; he saw even more of the kind, generous, fair Willie who offered to do the dishes whenever Alex cooked dinner; he saw the childishly exhausted Willie who crashed on the couch and slept for three hours every time he got back from the skatepark; he saw adorably sleepy Willie at night when it was nearing midnight and he was reluctantly going to bed, eyes already drooping closed; he saw paint-splattered Willie, brushes tucked behind his ears and shoved into his hair, headphones in, working tirelessly on some big piece that Alex admired every stage of; sometimes, he saw a version of Willie that made his heart ache, a broken version of Willie with tears running down his cheeks as he wiped furiously at his eyes as Alex did everything in his power to console him. He saw every version of Willie and he wanted them all so badly, but he couldn’t have any of them.

And sure, he’d brought this upon himself. When the guy he’d been pining over for exactly one year had asked if he wanted to move in, he could have guessed that it would ruin him, and he could have said no. It would’ve been easy.

But Alex had seen the smile on Willie’s face, the excited glint in his eye about the prospect of living together, and his affirmative answer had been out of his mouth before he’d given it a second thought. He was paying the price for his thoughtlessness now, condemned to watch Willie be anything but his for as long as they lived together. Frankly the whole thing was exhausting – he had to wonder if that was adding to him getting a good night’s sleep every night.

There was another reason he preferred nights now, not just because he could rest easily. Night was the only time he didn’t see Willie, the only time he could get a little respite from his aching heart, lie alone in the dark and pretend he was the only person on Earth. Maybe it was a little lonely and more than a little sad to think of things that way, but it was a change from his usual pining at the very least. He thought that having that time to escape his feelings was definitely doing him some good.

Until the night of the storm.

There had been warnings about it all week. Alerts popping up on Alex’s phone, breaking news plastered on every TV he saw, articles about finding shelter and stocking up on food just in case the storm was worse than they thought. It was only supposed to be a passing thing, been and gone overnight, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

It had been raining all day, a dismal drizzle, the kind of rain that was so fine you didn’t realise you were soaked until you felt your clothes sticking to your skin. But around midnight, everything kicked off. Alex lay in bed, toying with a fraying thread on the duvet cover, listening to the rain hammering against the windows hard enough to rattle their frames, the wind whistling as it bled through the streets outside, the claps of thunder loud enough to deafen as they came just seconds after bursts of lightning illuminated his entire room. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit frightened, but he curled up tighter in his bed, pulling the covers close, and tried to force sleep.

A knocking sound made his eyes snap open. At first, he wondered if he’d imagined it, or if it was the sound of something hitting his window, but then it came again. And yes, it was definitely a knock. A knock at his bedroom door. A knock on his bedroom door at half-midnight in the middle of a storm. And there was only one person it could be.

Alex stretched as he swung his long legs out of the bed and flicked his bedside lamp on. He pulled open the bedroom door, squinting in the sudden burst of light from the hallway, and was met by a timid-looking Willie with his hair braided back, wearing his pyjamas, fist still sheepishly raised as if to knock on the door again.

“Hey,” Alex said, voice low with fatigue. He tried to stifle a yawn as he scrunched his eyes, forcing the tiredness out of them. “Is everything okay?”

He must have not hidden his exhaustion as well as he’d tried because Willie winced before saying, “Sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“No, no,” Alex assured him, “I couldn’t sleep anyway. The storm is too loud.” Willie nodded awkwardly, casting his gaze around, seemingly trying to look anywhere but at Alex. It was strange – Willie wasn’t the type to avoid talking to someone, especially if it was Alex, who was suddenly left feeling very concerned. “Is it… Is that why you’re awake too?”

“Kind of,” Willie replied, a half-smile on his face that quickly flickered out of existence. He shook his head, taking a few steps back. “It’s silly. Don’t worry about it actually. I’ll go back to my room. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“Hey, no,” Alex protested, clutching Willie’s wrist as he tried to turn and walk away, stopping him in his tracks. Willie didn’t turn to face him, but did stop trying to leave, so Alex took that as a victory. “You could never bother me. And whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not silly.”

Slowly, Willie turned back around to face him, some mixture of hope and nervousness dancing in his eyes. When Willie looked down again, Alex followed his line of sight and saw that he still had a hold of Willie’s wrist. He dropped it suddenly, instantly aware that he’d been holding on too long and if he wasn’t careful Willie might take that to mean something that Alex definitely couldn’t have him knowing which would introduce a whole different kind of storm. (But before he let go, he could have sworn he felt Willie’s pulse racing; maybe it was his nerves, but maybe it was something else… something Alex didn’t want to get his hopes up about.)

“It’s just… I’m not really great with storms,” Willie admitted softly, meeting Alex’s eyes again. “They freak me out. I was just going to ask if I could… if I could, you know, sleep in here with you tonight? If it’s totally out of line you can say no, I get it, man, I won’t be up–”

Alex shook his head, not wanting to let him spiral, knowing that never ended up well for anyone. There was a pretty major part of him panicking over the fact that Willie was going to spend the night in his room, but that part was outweighed by the even bigger part of him that was worried and concerned for Willie, the part of him that wanted to protect Willie at all costs.

“No, no, it’s alright,” he said, interrupting Willie before he got too lost in his own head. “Come on, you can sleep in here. I don’t mind.”

It was only as the two of them backed into the room and Alex shut the door, blocking out all the light from the hallway and leaving them dimly lit by just his bedside lamp, that Alex remembered that his room was very small and ill-equipped for impromptu sleepovers. Which was to say, there was only one bed.

His internal panicking doubled in an instant. Because there weren’t many options here. He could make Willie sleep on the floor, which seemed incredibly harsh and unfair considering the state he’d just come to Alex in. He could sleep on the floor himself, which he really didn’t want to do because it would be cold down there and he didn’t like the idea of being able to see underneath his bed. They could relocate to Willie room down the hall where there was a small sofa that one of them (probably Alex) could sleep on, and they’d still be in the same room, but he knew they were both tired and switching rooms sounded like a lot of effort. Which just left sharing the bed, and truth be told, Alex was utterly terrified by the idea.

He was about to say something, ask Willie what he thought the best course of action was, but the words died in his mouth as he saw that Willie was already climbing into the bed. He already seemed much more at ease, the worry lines around his face softening as he closed his eyes. After yet another brief panic, Alex got into the bed again and laid down beside him.

He could hardly hear the raging storm over the incessant beating of his own lovesick heart.

The whole thing felt so intimate even though there was nothing overtly intimate about it. Really it was just one friend helping another, Alex being there for Willie when he was frightened, lending him a bed and a comforting presence. But they were so close, touching all along one side of Alex’s body, their breathing synced, the world around them slowly fading into nothingness until it was just the two of them.

After some time, it was impossible to tell exactly how long, Willie said, “Thank you, Alex.”

Alex sighed quietly, letting his eyes fall closed. He shuffled ever so slightly closer to Willie on the bed and as his tiredness overtook him he lost a little control over his inhibitions. Before he knew it, he’d thrown an arm around Willie’s waist, holding him close, their bodies curled together. When he registered what he’d done, he almost pulled away, but Willie relaxed into him so he let his arm stay where it was.

“Don’t mention it,” Alex whispered to the darkness around them. “I’m always going to be here whenever you need me.”

In moments, they were both asleep, the storm still raging outside.

When Alex woke up the next morning, the storm had all but died. He could still hear the gentle pitter-patter of rain drumming on the windows and roof, but the wind had long since ceased, as had the thunder and lightning that had lit up the night. He exhaled contentedly, relaxing against the warmth on the left side of his body, and nearly drifted off to sleep.

But then he realised what – or rather who – that warmth was.

The events from the night before came flooding back to his with all the ferocity of the storm itself. Willie coming to him in the middle of the night, how frightened he had seemed, how Alex had offered up his room, and how they’d fallen asleep tangled together. Now they had woken up in the exact same way, and Alex had no idea what to do about it.

If he moved, he risked waking Willie and that was a conversation he would rather avoid. But if he stayed still, Willie would eventually wake up and he’d still have to have that awkward ‘remember last night’ conversation. There was really no winning here. Even in a situation where he was cuddling the love of his life, he couldn’t come out unscathed.

So, he went for the slightly immature third option and opted to feign sleep, letting the whole thing be Willie’s problem whenever he woke up.

And eventually he did, not long after Alex. When Alex felt him stir and stretch, he tried to slow his breathing, keep his eyes closed only gently, and even let out a few fake little snores to try and sell the piece. His eyes were closed, so he had no idea if Willie even looked at him, but moments later Willie slipping out from his grasp and Alex heard the tell-tale creak of his bedroom door. Only when he heard it click shut did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

Honestly, he had thought that would be it. One night together and then Alex could get back to his nights of peaceful sleep. Only there were two things in the way of that:

One – suddenly, without Willie sleeping in his bed, Alex found that sleep was much harder to come by.

Two – after that night, Willie slept in Alex’s bed more often than not.

Alex really had no idea how it became so routine, but it did. About a week after the storm, Willie knocked on his door again and told Alex he’d had a nightmare, asking to sleep in his bed again. And who was Alex to refuse? So they’d slept in the same bed again, they’d woken up a tangle of limbs, and Willie had crept out while Alex pretended to sleep.

Then just two nights later, Alex’s resolve had broken and something had possessed him to go to Willie’s room and invite him back to his own. He had made up some flimsy excuse, something about his heater having broken and him needing warmth, but Willie hadn’t questioned it. They’d slept in the same bed again, they’d woken up a tangle of limbs, and Willie had crept out while Alex pretended to sleep.

And the very next night, they hadn’t even discussed it before the two of them just went straight to Alex’s room and climbed into bed together. They’d slept in the same bed again, woken up a tangle of limbs, and Willie had crept out while Alex pretended to sleep.

For something so focused on sleep, it was ridiculously tiring.

After it had gone on for a few weeks, Alex had to wonder if maybe this whole thing meant something. If maybe he wasn’t alone in his feelings. If maybe Willie felt the same, but had similar hang-ups to Alex – he didn’t want to ruin their friendship, didn’t want to embarrass himself by admitting to unrequited love, didn’t even know how to bring it up. Maybe sleeping by each other’s side had become something of a safety net for them, a teetering middle ground on the border of friendship and something else entirely.

And as Alex lay awake, head rested on Willie’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, he knew suddenly that he had to push it. No matter how much that frightened him, he had to take that leap and push them into the uncertain territory that was something other than friendship.

When he sensed Willie waking up, he did not pretend to be asleep.

He eased his head off Willie’s chest and rolled over to lay on his front, watching Willie as he blinked awake endearingly. Alex’s heart was practically beating out of his chest, but he knew he had to do it. He had to take that leap.

“Good morning,” he said quietly.

Willie smiled gently, rubbing at his tired eyes and pushing his hair out of his face. “Good morning, hotdog.”

“I think we need to talk,” Alex said without preamble. It wasn’t the most natural segue into the matter at hand, but that hardly seemed to matter right then.

Willie blinked, clearly a little surprised, but then he nodded. Alex took a deep breath, steeling himself, and let it out.

“I really like you, Willie,” he said, maintaining eye contact even though it was the most petrifying thing he’d ever done. “Like, a lot. So much that it’s been kind of driving me crazy for a year now. I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel for about a year now, but every time I tried all this doubt and anxiety just told me it wasn’t worth it and that you could never like me the way I like you. And I believed it. I never said anything, and I fooled myself into thinking I’d be alright if we were just friends. But after all this, sharing a bed almost every night and then pretending it never happened… it’s proved to me how much I need you. I can’t sleep without you next to me, Willie. I want you by my side all the time. All of you. So, if I’m not reading this whole thing dramatically wrong, then I want to finally ask you to… to be my boyfriend.”

For a long moment, Willie said nothing. He held eye contact, like he was searching Alex’s eyes for the truth, whatever it might have been. But Alex had said the whole truth. He’d let it all out, he’d told Willie he needed him. All he could do was hope that Willie needed him too.

The moment ended abruptly when Willie breathed out and almost silent, “Yes,” and then surged forward to kiss Alex.

He was kissing him.

This was a possibility that Alex had never allowed himself to entertain, a thought he’d never followed up, a scenario he’d never imagined. He had known that once he thought about kissing Willie, he would be ruined if it never happened. But the real thing was better than anything Alex could have thought up in his wildest dreams anyway. It was like a muffled explosion – both harsh and soft, near and far, dangerous and safe.

When they separated, Alex rested his forehead against Willie’s trying to get his breath back and his heartrate under control.

“I’d been wondering if I should say something,” Willie chuckled, stroking his fingers through Alex’s hair. “You beat me to it.”

Alex smiled and pressed another soft kiss to Willie’s lips. “Doesn’t matter. We got there eventually.”

The next morning when they both woke up in Alex’s bed, Alex didn’t need to feign sleep. He pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek and pulled him tighter. He thought that after months of missed opportunities, they definitely deserved a lazy morning in bed together.

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archerdaryl · 3 years

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Oblivious.

Daryl gets it into his head that the girl he’s infatuated with doesn’t like him one bit. What he fails to remember is that when it comes to people, she’s about as oblivious as he is.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Tags: moody?? angsty?? idiot meets bigger idiot | @madshelily Word Count: 2.7k (approximately) Notes: Request by @petrified-teeth ♥ This is my first time trying something angsty since getting back into writing -- I’d love to hear what people think!

Whispers echoed through the canteen hall as Daryl lumbered through, his crossbow bloody and slung over his shoulder. There was a particularly scathing scowl painted across his grizzly features, one that unfortunately wasn’t the result of a hard day’s work outside the prison walls, and people were quick to move or look away as he grumpily made his way through the building.

To say it had been a long week was an understatement, but he was used to getting his hands dirty. He didn’t mind the aching muscles or the sweat that came with working under the scorching Georgia sun. If anything, he was happiest when he was put to work. He felt useful, like he was needed, which was something he hadn’t ever felt much of in his life.

No, that wasn’t what had been bothering him at all. Not even close.

When Daryl eventually reached his cell, he threw down his crossbow before collapsing onto his bunk. He adjusted his pillow so that he could sit up a little against the wall, eventually settling into the thin mattress with a long, heavy exhale. He was glad to finally be alone, but he still had to simmer in his thoughts which were only getting louder.

Why hadn’t you talked to him this week? Shit, you’d barely even looked at him.

None of it made sense.

From the very first moment that you arrived at the prison, something about you set the archer on edge. You had been on your own, somehow surviving against the world and all its horrors for God knows how long, and yet you hadn’t turned to stone. You were everything he wasn’t in many ways. Unabashedly emotional and full of faith despite it all even though he knew you had experienced some of the worst things a person could.

He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand you, but that didn’t matter. He just wanted to make sure nothing ever smacked that smile off your face again.

Daryl’s stomach stirred. His own features softened at the mere thought of your smile, which only made him forcibly frown again. What the fuck was his problem? He had to be overthinking this. Maybe he was just tired, but that couldn’t be it.

You hadn’t spoken to him all week.

It was driving him insane.

Looking back, he really wasn’t sure when his feelings for you snuck up on him. He could only pinpoint the moment he realised it for himself that he liked you at all. You had gotten separated from the group on a run, took it upon yourself to divert a small herd away from everyone. You ended up bloody and bruised. Damn well nearly got yourself bit, but you still giggled and told him he worried too much.

It took almost losing you to realise you had chiselled away at the walls he built around himself. You’d made a little home for yourself in his heart and the idea of you turning on him now was making him spiral.

Daryl shifted in his bunk and began to absentmindedly pick at the skin around his fingernails. One soon started to bleed, but he was too lost in thought to notice.

There was no fucking way you felt the same as he did. How could a girl like you possibly want a guy like him? You personified sunshine and he was a weed that had absolutely no business taking up your time and energy.

God, if his brother could see him now. He was pathetic. Merle would tell him just that, laughing in his face and reminding him that he told him so, that no one would ever care about his baby brother Daryl but him.

And the worst thing was that he could live with that. He could live with you not wanting to be with him. It kept him awake at night and gnawed away at whatever little sense of self he had left but as long as you liked him just a little bit and wanted him around he could live with it.

So why the fuck weren’t you talking to him?

Daryl started to retrace his steps, trying to figure out if he had done something wrong. He knew he could be blunt, often rude at times, but he meant well. Maybe meaning well wasn’t enough. Maybe he just had to suck it up and apologise and hope it was enough despite not having a damn clue what he had done wrong.

But maybe that was just it. Maybe he hadn’t done anything at all. Maybe there was something wrong with him.

He was breathing heavily now, eyes squeezed shut and anger building further in his chest. He couldn’t fix this. He wanted to but he couldn’t. The echoes of Merle’s laughter haunted him. He’d been thrown away like he’d been countless times before and he only had himself to blame.

“Hey Da-” A familiar voice interrupted him, quickly sounding concerned, “What’s going on?”

Daryl’s eyes shot open, scowling at the figure who had approached his cell. It was just Rick, but he didn’t want to talk to Rick right now. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.

“Nothin’.” He spat angrily, “Get lost.”

Rick sighed and stepped into Daryl’s cell, drawing the thin curtain behind him to try and give Daryl the illusion of privacy.

“Daryl you can’t keep storming around the prison like this. People are uncomfortable.” He paused, lowering his gaze to shake his head before looking at his friend with sympathetic eyes, “Now what is it? Is it her?”

The archer blinked up at him, unable to respond.

“You think I ain’t noticed?” Rick chuckled, “Like a dog to a bone whenever she’s around.”

“Well she ain’t around. She ain’t fuckin’ talkin’ to me.”

Daryl sat up from his bunk and threw his legs over the side, leaning onto them with his elbows. He couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to. He may not have said anything, but Daryl had a language of his own only those closest to him could understand. Rick was one of those people.

“She’s been bouncin’ around all week helpin’ out with the library. Have you talked to her?”

Again, Daryl was stuck for words. He was starting to feel stupid.

“Why don’t you just tell her man?”

“Tell her what?” He snarled back, now massaging his fists as if he were in pain.

He couldn’t fathom trying to tell you how he really felt. How could he? He was no good. He never understood why you insisted on talking to him in the first place, he was just glad you did. Every moment he got to spend with you made him want to make the world a better place for you to be in so that faith of yours never betrayed you again.

“C’mon now. You can lie to everyone else but I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

Daryl shot Rick another scowl but didn’t bother trying to tell him otherwise.

“You talk too damn much.”

“She won’t figure it out for herself, man. D’ya think if she could take a hint you’d be sulkin’ like this right now?”

Dary’s brows knitted together and a sigh of defeat drew slowly from his lips. Rick had a point whether he liked it or not. You weren’t exactly… the most cognizant person when it came to others. You did good and hoped people were good to you in return, but unless someone spelled out their intentions or desires for you, you were left with simply navigating the waters the best you could.

That was why you got on so well with Michonne. There was no bullshit with her. She told you what she thought, what she wanted, or where to go if you were pissing her off. You were better off for it, never having to second guess yourself, but not everyone was like that.

Daryl certainly wasn’t. Did you have any idea where you stood with him at all? Did you see him like you saw everyone else? He swallowed hard.

“Rick?” A voice then called out, “Are you down here?”

“In here!”

Footsteps approached Daryl’s cell and the curtain was pulled open, “Maggie wants you. Something about the library? She should be still in there.”

Daryl glanced up at the new arrival who met his crystalline gaze with a sweet smile.

It was you.

His mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry.

Rick turned to Daryl and cocked a brow suggestively before making his departure. Daryl wanted to shove the smug bastard against a wall, but he stayed silent, clearing his throat and waiting for you to follow Rick without bothering to say another word.

Instead, you stayed and perched yourself on the edge of his squeaky metal desk which was covered in borrowed books and makeshift arrows. He silently cursed himself for not thinking to tidy up a little, especially with the pile of dirty clothes he kept forgetting about building up in the corner of his cell.

“You charged right past me in the canteen earlier.” You finally said, voice gentle but steady, “Did something happen out there?”

“Naw.” He responded bluntly, “Just been a long week.”

“Oh.” You paused, unsure of how to proceed, “Do you want me to go?”

He was a difficult man to read, but you felt you knew him well enough by now to know that he often just wanted to be on his own. He wasn’t a talker. He was introspective and quiet, never wanted to bother anyone with anything if he didn’t have to, but over the last few months he seemed to have grown to like having you around. He tolerated you at the very least you thought, because he stopped ignoring you and started to speak in (almost) complete sentences.

Still, something was nagging at you. You weren’t sure what, but in your experience it was best to come right out with it otherwise you’d be stuck in limbo forever.

“Have I done -”

Daryl looked down at his hands, “Ain’t seen you all week.”

A frown pulled at your features. Had it really been that long? You weren’t even sure what day it was. Maggie had you running around all week trying to get this library in order for the kids and you had never been particularly good at juggling a million things at once.

Pushing yourself up off the desk, you approached the bunk and nudged his feet with your shoe in a silent request for him to shuffle over. He obliged and you took a seat next to him.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “I’ve been so caught up in the library I didn’t even realise I hadn’t spoken much to anyone.”

Silence followed. Daryl was chewing the inside of his lip to keep himself from running, unable to meet your eyes that were fixated on him with such care and curiosity. He’d never felt so fuckin’ stupid.

“Funny.” You continued, “I wouldn’t have thought you cared.”

“What?”

“I don’t know where I stand with you at all, truthfully.”

This girl had to be joking. From an outside perspective, it likely made perfect sense, but he thought about you all the damn time. He wanted to know if you slept well, how your day went, wanted to know the little stories behind the things you did and why you never seemed to give up on anybody or anything.

He felt like a damn school girl. He liked you so much that he could have laughed at the idea of you not thinking he liked you at all.

“I mean, I hope you like me. I pretend you do and keep buggin’ you anyways, but I don’t know that you do.”

“Of course I like ya.” He finally met your gaze, “Never gave me a choice.”

You studied his face. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but there was also a tenderness to him that made you feel safe. An appreciative grin tugged at your lips, relieved that you hadn’t been making a fool of yourself this entire time.

“Don’ think I could hate ya’ if I tried.”

“That’s high praise coming from you. Might start getting the wrong idea.”

Daryl forced himself to snort in response as if he found the notion of being interested in you like that funny, though it came out half-heartedly. He didn’t really think it was funny at all.

“Though,” You teased him further, “Worse things have happened.”

Weaving an arm through his, you took it upon yourself to rest your head against his shoulder. You didn’t care that he was grubby. You had nothing to lose anymore. He just said he couldn’t hate you, which honestly made you feel a little giddy inside. You’d have to bug him more often.

Daryl, on the other hand, thought he had lost the ability to breathe. He turned his head slightly, taking in the unmistakable scent of peaches and vanilla. How was it you could smell that good during the Goddamn apocalypse? Not to mention your hands, almost disgustingly soft compared to his. Except, it wasn’t disgusting at all. You were a fleece blanket and he wanted nothing more than to be engulfed by you.

“Sorry about lunch.” He mumbled quietly into your hair. You hummed happily, not at all bothered by his previous outburst in the canteen before he continued, “Could get dinner?”

“Sure. I gotta talk to Rick about the run tomorrow anyways.”

Daryl frowned. He was going to have to try and spell it out for her. Fuckin’ Rick and his meddling.

“Naw I meant,” He hesitated for a moment and swallowed hard, “I meant just the two of us. If ya’ want.”

You glanced up from his shoulder, eyes beautiful and wide. This was one of those times you didn’t know what to think -- especially in regards to him -- but your first instinct was to nod, so you did. You nodded and searched his gentle gaze for some sort of sign, something that told you what he was thinking, whether he just wanted to make up for lost time or whether he was actually… nah.

He couldn’t be.

And he could see that confusion painted across your face. Goddamn it. Just getting his words out at all was like trying to get blood out of a stone. It’s a date. That’s all he had to say, but it sounded so childish. The fuck did he look like asking out a girl on a date with the world gone to shit? He could hear his heart beating in his ears

“Damn it,” He grunted, that Southern drawl of his getting thicker the more impatient he got. He exhaled heavily through his nose and tried not to roll his eyes, “I’m asking you out.”

“Oh.” Was all you could respond, soft and surprised.

Ten minutes ago you weren’t even sure he liked you at all. That giddy feeling in your stomach grew stronger and you tried to stop yourself from beaming.

“I can still say yes, right?”

Daryl shrugged you off of him, “You drive me nuts, you know tha’?”

“Alright, shit, I won’t come.”

“You’re coming, alrigh’? Now get outa here before Maggie bites my head off.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stepped towards the gateway. Daryl watched you, his own gaze drifting from your hair to your waist and up again. That agonising ache in the pit of his stomach was finally starting to subside, though it was being replaced by something entirely different. He sucked in his bottom lip nervously as your hips swayed away from him.

You only took a couple of steps out of his cell when you stopped in your tracks, turning half-way to glance at him with that sunshine smile spreading across your face.

Daryl finally smiled back, shy and sweet and more than ready to smack Rick upside the head.

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eyeofthedrgn · 3 years

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A Heavy Battle Symphony Chapter 8

Catch up here >> AHBS Masterlist

TW: language, mental abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, violence, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, self harm, self-esteem issues, sexual abuse (only alluded to briefly in future chapters), drinking (comes up late in the story) just a lot of trauma, angst, smut - lots of lovely gay smut

Word count: 1739

Notes: This chapter is slightly graphic on the physical abuse. It's only like two lines, but I wanted to make it known.

Chapter 8 - Sorry for Now

After a while you may forget

But just in case the memories cross your mind

You couldn't know this when I left

Under the fire of your angry eyes

I never wanted to say goodbye

Four months, thirteen days, and ten hours, not that he was counting, since he left. Since the dark haired boy had walked away, leaving Rowan standing on the sidewalk. Since his mind spiraled out of control, and it felt like part of him died.

Rowan had been seeing a therapist for the last three months. It had helped, somewhat. At least he could function as a relatively normal human being again, when he was around people anyway. Most of the time. He almost didn't graduate. Thankfully, his mom, his friend group, and his therapist had helped him get through it.

But all in all, Rowan felt empty. Somehow his heart was broken. He hadn't realized someone could get so attached to someone so fast even though they never really talked or hung out. Maybe it was because they shared such vulnerabilities with each other that day in the park or there really was such a thing as a soulmate and his just left him. Either way, he was broken inside. Yet, he still went to parties with his friends, hung out, but he wasn't always present. Everyone noticed the vacant stares, but they usually left it alone. They all knew the general gist of what happened that day, but they could never understand the emotional gravity well that that day had caused. No one knew that Rowan had fallen for the other boy.

Except the ever observant Elide. She noticed everything. The way Rowan spoke about Lorcan, the way his eyes lit up when he saw the other boy walking down the hall, and the small looks they both shared on cast signing day.

But nobody had seen Lorcan after he had walked away. He never came back to school. No one knew what to think. Most assumed they moved again and they left it at that. Rowan assumed the worst after seeing Lorcan's bruises and him basically saying this was a usual occurrence.

Rowan was brought back to the present when a beach ball hit him in the head. He was sitting on the edge of Aelin's pool, sulking, feet dangling in the water. Aelin was throwing one of her parties, it was nearly the end of summer and soon most of them would head off to college. The noises from his friends finally filtering back into his head, it was suddenly too loud, too bright, and too hot. He ran a hand down his face.

Fenrys had been the beach ball throwing culprit, Rowan just glared at him.

"Come on, Ro. Try and have some fun?" Fen had swam over to Rowan and crossed his arms over the edge of the pool. The roguish blond just wanted him to be happy.

“I’m sorry.” He said that a lot now. Fenrys just raised an eyebrow at the boy… man.

He was eighteen now and he wasn't that scrawny, nerdy looking boy anymore. Rowan supposed that was one good thing that came out of Lorcan leaving, he got addicted to working out. There was a punching bag set up in the garage with some weights. He was fit now, muscles defined, but not bulky.

Elide walked up and mussed up his hair. "Come help me get some drinks." She didn't leave any room for argument.

In the kitchen, Elide just leaned forward on the island and looked at Rowan.

"I thought we were getting drinks."

"Yeah, we will. But-"

"But what?" He really didn't mean to say that with such an attitude, but he was hot and emotionally exhausted. Honestly, he just wanted to go home.

Elide was on her phone, waiting for him to chill. Taking a deep breath he said, "I'm sorry. What did you want to talk about?" Rowan was trying, he really was. She just slid her phone over the counter towards him. He furrowed his brows as he looked at the article on the screen.

Consultants for Erawan Enterprises arrested on counts of fraud, child abuse, human trafficking, and other illicit activities

"What's this?" He had no idea what this was about. Why would he care about Erawan Enterprises?

He picked up the phone and kept reading since Elide clearly wasn’t going to answer. It was short and there was a photo of a devastatingly beautiful woman with dark as night hair, that reminded him of Lorcan, and alabaster skin in handcuffs being pushed into a cop car and a very angry man shoved against the hood of the same car.

Maeve Valgerian and James Perrington were arrested Wednesday night. After some anonymous tips to the Morath Police.

"Who are these people?" Rowan didn't understand.

"Pretty sure she's Lorcan's aunt."

Oh.

Rowan had searched for Lorcan online after he disappeared, but there was literally nothing. Absolutely zero results. It was like he was a ghost.

They were consultants for Erawan Enterprises and moved all over the world for the very powerful man. Erawan Enterprises is under investigation for fraud, money laundering, and human trafficking.

After Valgerian and Perrington were arrested, MPD searched their residence and found incriminating evidence against them.

There was also a teenager held captive in the basement. They were taken to the nearest hospital with severely critical injuries. The name and gender of this individual will not be released for their safety.

The article was published nearly two months ago.

Human trafficking…

Held captive...

Severely critical injuries...

"Please, don't break my phone." He was squeezing the device and didn't realize it. Quickly handing it back to her, his hand went straight to his hair.

“Are you sure this is his aunt?”

“Well, not 100%, but they have physical similarities and their hair…” she trailed off. “And Lorcan had mentioned his aunt’s boyfriend living with them one day in class.”

"Fuck!" He felt like he wanted to rip his hair out.

"Ro." Elide's voice was quiet.

"FUCK!"

After a couple deep breaths, he ran his hands down his face, and then turned to face his friend. "Is he dead?" His voice cracked.

"I don't know. All of the other articles I could find are just about them and Erawan Enterprises. No mentions of Lorcan. Anywhere. It's like he doesn't exist."

Elide pulled him into a hug and he broke.

---

Lorcan had been through shit show after shit show since he left the Whitethorn house. As soon as he returned to the apartment, it was packed up into a moving van and they were gone.

They were in Fenharrow for a couple months. Maeve didn't enroll him in school. He was locked in the basement of the small house they rented, it felt like he had gone crazy. He hadn't seen the sun until they moved again. His skin turned a sickly gray. By the time they moved again, he could feel every one of his ribs, and his hips stuck out, his fingers overlapping when wrapped around his wrist.

Next move was to Morath. Lorcan didn't know if he would survive. He didn’t have a good feeling about this place. The basement became his home yet again. It was filthy. There were thick iron hooks in opposite walls and chains hanging from them. This was where he was going to die. He closed his eyes as Perrington latched the shackles around his wrists.

---

One day, Lorcan heard sirens intermittently. He kept passing out. He wasn't even sure he was hearing sirens or if it was just a ringing in his ears. They were always ringing nowadays. A punch to his face made his vision flicker. Blood and saliva leaked from his mouth as his head rolled down to his chest.

The ringing in his ears got louder. There definitely weren't sirens. No one was going to save him. He was going to die here. He knew it. It was what he deserved. The bastard born half-breed that no one cared about, left to die in his own filth in a disgusting basement. The world slowly faded to black.

---

Beep.

He was in Hel. He had to be.

Beep.

The incessant beeping was there to drive him insane. And the smell of bleach was there to make him sick.

Beep.

---

Lorcan startled awake. How could he be awake? He was supposed to be dead. Right?

The nightmare he was having felt so real. Probably because he had lived it before. He assumed that was just what Hel was supposed to be, reliving the worst parts of your life.

But instead, he was in a bed, a hospital bed. Why did they save him? Lorcan wasn't worth saving. Yet, here he was covered in wires, tubes, a needle stuck in his hand, a device on his finger. It was dark outside and the lights were dim in the room.

Deciding he wasn’t actually dead, he took stock of his body, he was certain he had some broken ribs, but nothing else seemed to be broken which was surprising. He was definitely sore and stiff. And exhausted. So exhausted.

---

After… Lorcan didn't know how long he was discharged. He had put on some weight, though not a lot. The staff made sure he ate. They were all nice and cared for him. But now, he stood outside the main entrance of the hospital in some scrubs they gave him. Now, he had nothing. Nobody. He may as well have been lost at sea.

Why had they saved him? He still couldn’t figure that out.

Somehow, he managed to find the small house that he had been stuck in for who knows how long. There was police tape over the door. The door was open.

He pushed through the tape. The house was a mess. It seemed the cops had ransacked the place. But he finally found his things, they were strewn about the floor. Thank Hellas, his journal was still there. After changing, he packed up his books and journal, some clothes, and a few other other necessities.

He needed money or something he could sell. Maeve's jewelry would help. He could pawn it.

Lorcan asked the pawnshop owner for directions to the bus station, and then he set out to see if there was still one person who cared about him. Hopefully this wasn’t a bad idea.

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Thanks for reading. Things will get better, I promise! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged.

Edit- oops! I forgot to actually put in tags... My bad. Sorry!

@thenerdandfandoms @starlightorstarfire

#rowcan #rowan x lorcan #rowan whitethorn #rowcan fanfic #lorcan salvaterre #linkin park #heavy battle symphony #crackship #throne of glass

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sideblogformindtrash · 3 years

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CW: Deshumanization, blindfold, ties As I imagined, it does spiral further into insanity.

First Second

--------------------------------------------------- Heroes were like ants. Whenever one was squashed, another one would come to take its place. And of course, since Villain had captured the last one, another one had showed up to take their place.

Their plans, against the new hero had failed time and time again, and they were loosing ground. But villain couldn’t think straight with the Former Hero still… there. Way too submissive. Way too perfect of a pet. With big, creepy eyes… Hell, they hadn’t even slept right there past few weeks.

But today they had to get rid of the Former Hero for good. They knew they couldn’t keep messing up their plans – their henchman would start losing their faith if they kept being beaten by the new hero every time. And he needed peace of mind to make a good plan. That’s why Villain put the Former Hero on their car, and drove miles into the countryside, through dirty, difficult roads until there was absolutely nothing but fields of crops anywhere they looked. They pushed the Former Hero out of their car there, tied up, blindfolded and gagged, and drove away.

They should have killed the Former Hero, they knew it… But there was a part of them that couldn’t handle doing that. It would mean never getting a closure on such a strange chapter of their lives. But for the first time in months, Villain felt at peace while driving home, hearing cheerful country songs, even stopping for a beer before making their way home. Home, sweet home, now silent and safe without the Former Hero staring at Villain with creepy, undeserved adoration.

Now, they needed a good, long sleep, that wouldn’t be disrupted by paranoid nightmares. In the morning, when they felt refreshed, they would think about a plan to deal with the new hero. Hopefully, that one would just… Act normal. Cry and scream and beg and curse at Villain once they were shackled on Villain’s basement.

They closed their eyes and slept, with that delightful thought, finally feeling the true weight of the exhaustion they had been living with for so long now.

…And woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of glass breaking.

…They jumped to their feet, holding their breath. Was it maybe… the cops? Had Former Hero managed to crawl their way up to someone and ask for help? Well, if so, it was honestly relieving, because it would be the first logical thing they’d have done ever since gotten caught.

Besides… Villain had made their way out of prison more than once before. They could do it once again, no big deal.

But there wasn’t the sound of heavy boots, cops screaming, or trained hounds and guns. Just eerie silence.

Slowly, Villain walked to the door, as quietly as possible…

But before they could open It, they heard… Scratching sound. Something was scratching the wood… Like a cat or a dog trying to claw their way in.

Villain felt their heart stop for a second, and their breathing got irregular as they tried to make sense of the situation.

Slowly, they turned the handle and opened the door.

They screamed as something grabbed their legs, the world went black for a moment and as they turned the light on…

…Former Hero.

“Master” they said on the adorable voice “I found my way back home. Did I pass the test?”

Villain blinks. How? Hero was blindfolded the whole way. They were miles away from anything, tied up in the middle of the corn. They shouldn’t know what the address was, let alone how to come back. They definitely shouldn’t have managed to do it so fast…

“…I… I broke one of your windows, Master” They confessed, a sad tone to their voice “I’m so sorry, I failed to think of a better way to get inside… You can punish me, Master.”

Hero was still holding their legs, their hands pulling the fabric of their pajamas, sad anticipation on their voice.

Oh, to hell with it.

“…I… Hm... I forgive you for the window” Villain sighs, without the energy to deal with it anymore “Yes you… You did good. I have no clue how you even did it… But good job.”

“Thank you Master, thank you so much!” The Former Hero says, with such a pure puppy smile.

And Villain has an idea.

Maybe… Just maybe…

“So, I have a job for you… Now that… Uh you proved you are loyal.”

“Yes Master, anything!”

“How about you… Help me capture a new, pesky hero, that Is messing with my plans, dear?”

And the pet nods, with a cheerful smile.

#whump #whump writing #whump scenario #hero whump #villain whumper

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turtletimewriting · 4 years

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Bonding

Summary: A soulmate au’s perspective on tickling!

Note: A tickle fic if you couldn’t guess! Also, still somewhat new to writing for Sanders Sides so prepare for some shoddiness haha!

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Virgil woke up feeling his chest almost glowing with emotion. A warmth that settled in front of his ribs that made his eyes flutter open and a smile naturally curl on to his face. The quiet warmth tried its hardest to lull him into sleep again but his slowly wakening mind was starting to ask questions. What were the others doing that meant they was radiating with happiness?

He had stumbled upon his soulmates just a little under sixth months ago. Tracking down soulmates had always felt like an impossible task. Hell, it took years before he even realised that he had three of them! Feeling their emotions obviously doesn’t make them easy to find- he could be having the happiest day of his life but that wouldn’t mean he’d be dancing down the streets or smiling proudly. He had found Patton first. He suspected him when they were partnered together for a project at work. The sinking heavy feeling in his chest to the rapid glow of excitement matched Patton’s expression when the project was announced and then when he realised that Virgil was his partner. Thankfully, Patton had found his other soulmates and so saved Virgil the heart attacks of trying to find the others.

Virgil slowly and quietly crept out of their guest bedroom and peered through the stairs. He wasn’t surprised by the sight of them all piled on top of each other, like a bunch of spilt over kittens, it was a familiar sight. The surprise was the frantic laughter.

Logan’s laugh was distinct. It was somehow both squeaky but also bellowing loud. Like he was throwing his whole self into his laugh. Roman was laying across him and was giving him the most sickening love sick eyes to his upturned laughing face. Roman’s hands were squeezing his sides leisurely, squeezing followed by quick poking. Patton was lying underneath Logan but his hands still had access to his armpits and occasionally his neck.

“Rohohoho-Romaaaaanahahaha!” He uselessly cried out but his flailing hands never seemed to push Roman away. Patton never even faced any opposition. He was free to tickle away at whatever was free to him.

“What, Specs? I’m right here! No need to yell, what do you want?”

“I bet he needs some more tickles! Look! He’s not even blushing that much, he definitely needs some more tickly tickly tickles!” Patton squeaked with his own giggles escaping.

“No no nahaa! Hahahaha, tickleeeeehehehehahahaha!”

“So what’s going on here?” Virgil smirked as he dramatically leaned over the stair banister as he menacingly tapped his fingers. He couldn’t help but huff a laugh when all three heads immediately whipped round to face him.

That laugh quickly died though when he felt that warmth in his chest freeze over. It was now sharp and settled into a dull ache. Three sets of dread, fear and worry.

“Woah, wait. I didn't interrupt anything did I?”

“No! We just didn't expect you to be up yet,” Patton chuckled as he looked over at the others.

“Yeah! You’re up! Like, before ten o’ clock? I’m honestly impressed!” Roman gasped as he flounced off the sofa and approached him. “What’s the special occasion? Big plans for the day?”

“Roman,” Logan warned as he sat back up while scrubbing at his mused up hair. His face burned red already but he felt extra squirmy at the thought to having this conversation without any planning or prep. They were going to have this conversation at some point! When Logan had carefully constructed a script! But he had to do it now. He could feel Virgil’s anxiety. The familiar burn had erupted into an all consuming fire. If they tried to hide this away then Virgil would only just spiral.

All this worry caused by tickling. This was just illogical.

“Virgil, don’t worry. I... have a particular fondness for t-tic... tickling. For some unknown reason!” Logan grimaced as he spoke, that was immediately unclear, unspecific and defensive. His mind scrambled for more words before reviewing them, “But, Patton and Roman also revealed that they shared this fondness and so it’s been present within our relationship for a while,”

“Oh,” Virgil hummed with a sickly sweet tone. His own thoughts racing with a small glow of anticipating excitement.

“We didn’t hide it from you for any reason! We just know that some people can find this weird... We know you wanted to go slow,” Patton smiled as he stood up and walked up to Virgil. He gently held his hands.

“You all shouldn’t be embarrassed. I’m sorry that you felt the need to hide that! You shouldn’t have to hide parts of yo-”

“No! Virgil, none of us are wording this adequately. We were embarrassed, yes. And that’s why we hid this. Not because we didn’t trust you or because you gave us reason not to. This is a problem on us. Not you.”

“Ok. Ok, thanks for telling me that. Even though I kinda just walked into it. I-I don’t have a problem with... that.” Virgil hinted.

The room seemed to stop as they all took a deeper breath. Virgil’s fiery intense anxiety settled back into a smaller burn like normal. The others’ emotions had settled back into a normal neutral presence.

“So... does this mean you want to help us tickle Logan to pieces?” Roman cheered.

Logan squeaked but sat still as Virgil rigidly sat down beside him. He slowly reached his hands out as if Logan was going to flinch away but seeing no complaints... Virgil broke out into an evil smirk.

That same rigid worry wasn’t present at all the second his hands reached his ribs. Logan didn’t have much time to think about that though as Roman quickly followed his lead. Virgil skittering all over his ribs and Roman’s squeezing thigh tickles only felt all the worse when Patton’s whispered teases joined the lot.

After thoroughly tickling Logan to pieces, the others got up to finally start breakfast while Logan was left frantically giggling on the sofa. The others were practically glowing with the brand new intense warmth and happiness nestling in their chests. “So is Logan the only lee?” Virgil asked as he finally sat down at the table.

“Oh, I think we all tend to switch,” Roman responded without too much thought but the other two had frozen in their tasks.

“Wait, you know what a lee is!” Patton squealed. Logan himself was standing with his own powerful evil smirk. Virgil was now frozen himself. He wanted to hint at just how fine he was with their... fondness. But he never wanted to outright say it!

“Uh...”

“Unless you absolutely don’t want this, I would encourage you to flee,” Logan smirked before running up to the table.

“Too late!” Roman cheered as he caught Virgil round his middle before he could even flee from the table. His immediately curled his fingers into his sides. Smiling wider when Virgil’s excited anticipation blossom in chest. Excitement! Logan leaned down at them and tauntingly raised his wiggling fingers to Virgil’s tummy.

Once they touched down, Virgil tried his best to school his expression into something resembling nonchalance. But... it had been awhile since he was last tickled and he had forgotten what it felt like. He immediately squealed and so the dam broke instantly. Logan’s fingers danced gracefully over his tummy leaving trails of tickly tingles. It felt like the longer he tickled, the more tickles Virgil had to just take.

“Logaahahahaha! Ahahehehehaahaha! Rohohoahahahaha!” Virgil simply folded in half as if that would protect his tickly tummy but Roman kept him balanced upright.

“Aww Virgie-poo! Are you a little lee yourself? A little tickle craving lee! Oh, if only we knew earlier! You deserve all the tickles you can take! All of the tickly tickly tickles! Soft tickles, hard tickles, feather tickles, tummy tickles...” Patton cooed from the kitchen while keeping an eye on the eggs. What, someone has to be responsible and make breakfast!

Virgil had yet to put on his make up and so his blush was on full display. His rarely heard laugh rang and echoed through the house. But his laughter had a wheezy quality. Plus, he was barely awake as it was. They couldn’t really tickle him for long.

“How about this! If you admit where you fit into the tickle community, we’ll free you!” Roman cooed as he pulled Virgil into his lap as he sat down himself. Logan caught on and slowed his tickling down to simple tracing around his belly button through his pyjama shirt. Like he was playing a silent game of round and round the garden.

“Eheheheeeee! Noooooo!” Virgil now started to flail but he knew that no judgement would come from his newly revealed switch boyfriends, “Ehehahahaha, I’mmmahehehehe a leeeee I think hehehehe!”

And it was since that morning that their relationship evolved to be a lot more tickly.

The switch comment Roman had made was quickly debunked. Patton and Logan were typically the lers of the household with Roman and Virgil lees for most of the time. Logan and Patton were both comfortably switches but they were more often than not the ticklers thanks to how tickle hungry Roman and Virgil typically were. Not that Virgil and Roman didn’t get their fair share of revenge! But... it was usually them who would start not so obviously hinting for tickles.

But their soul link and their new tickling was going to drive Virgil insane.

If he felt his chest explode in playful dancing warmth then he knew that he should run and hide. That special feeling belonged to Patton alone. For when he was in the most evil tickle monster mode. Any time he felt that emotion, it would soon be followed by someone’s frantic bursting laughter. Sometimes it lingered until Patton would give in and hunt someone. Sometimes it would erupt suddenly. Like if he saw Virgil standing on his tip toes with his arms outstretched to reach the highest cupboard. Or if he saw Logan sitting with his feet resting on the coffee table which no one was allowed to have their feet on. Both times, neither one could react to the emotion quick enough before they felt the tickle attack.

He was walking home while failing to hide his wobbly smiley. That same playfulness had been shining for the past half an hour. And none of the others were home.

Meaning Virgil was walking home to a frustrated Ler who’s been wanting to tickle someone for the past half an hour...

And Patton famously preferred to tickle Virgil.

Even just that soul link emotion was enough to have Virgil practically giggling down the streets. That feeling was becoming worse than any whispered tickly teases. He couldn’t school his expression so this was made all the worse because that meant Patton and the others could also feel that Virgil was in a lee mood. Virgil’s excited anticipating lee moods felt like a mix between his anxious burn and the most joyous warmth. The others were all smiling knowing that his lee mood started shortly after Patton’s ler mood started.

Patton had harnessed all the patience in the world to stop himself from immediately attacking Virgil as he walked in. He waited carefully ducked behind the living room door and as his lee walked through with a confused frown. Then he struck!

“Pat? I’m back- oh goaahhahahahahahAHAHAAAA!” Patton’s hands latched on to his sides to then guide him to the sofa.

“Hey Virge! Sorry but Patton’s not here right now, guess who’s here in his place though?”

“PAAAATTON! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! No! You’reeehahahAHAHAA you’re ahaha! You’re not ahahahahaha! Patton!” Virgil threw his head back once he was sat on the sofa. Patton was now just holding his sides with a teasy grin! The gentle pressure enough to spark endless giggles.

“No guesses? I’m not who? You can’t even say my name? My name is...” Patton leaned down close and Virgil flinched anticipating neck tickles, “My name is the tickle monster!”

In a flash, he turned around to Virgil’s socked feet. His ultimate tickle spot! And boy did it look like they needed some good old tickles after such a long day at work.

Virgil desperately curled up but was blocked by Patton’s back. It almost looked like Virgil was cuddling into him as thanks for the tickle monster’s tickles scuttling over his soles. Patton was just tickling over his socks but it felt just as bad as bare soles.

“PAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA! NOOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHA!”

Roman and Logan had to spend the next hour awkwardly avoiding their co-workers questions about their own proud wobbly smiles. Their soul link was bursting with such joyful happiness.

#ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #ts patton #tickling #tickle community #fanfic #Turtle writing #fluff #lee virgil #ler patton

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milknette · 4 years

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day 23 - dance

i just want to hold you, and never let you go.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

"WHAT'S the big deal? Just ask Madame Bustier if you can stop by tomorrow, and you can get it then."

It's clear that Alya thinks she's overreacting.

But if anything, Marinette's convinced she's underreacting.

"I need my sketchbook, Alya," she tries to explain, waving her hands in the air. "That has all my sketches for my assignment… (and then some). Maybe I should just go back—"

"Oh, no way. It's already late, and the dance studio's closed already, so it'll be pointless to go all the way back now. Besides," Alya starts, looking at her in slight amusement. "I know you're not panicking because of your art class."

"... what do you mean?"

"Please, Mari," she rolls her eyes. "You can't hide it from me. Whenever I pick you up from class, you're only ever drawing one thing." She pauses for dramatic effect. "Or… one person."

"Ahahahhaha what are you talking about? I'm only there to do my assignment, you know, to draw dancers. I'm not all that picky with who I'm drawing, I'm just there to make sure that my sketches are as realistic and graceful as they can be, and if it just so happens that they're all centralized to one person, it is completely coincidental and means absolutely nothing. Whatsoever. Not. At. All."

Her best friend only shakes her head, a teasing smile glaringly obvious as she drives down the road. "Oh, of course. You having a crush on the guy playing Prince Seigfried for Swan Lake… definitely not. Impossible. Unthinkable. How dare I even suggest that? I'm��so sorry for assuming such a thing."

She doesn't look sorry at all.

Alya can feel Marinette's unenthused glare the whole trip back to their apartment.

She laughs.

"Oh come on, you're worrying too much. The chances of your prince finding your thousands of portraits of him are slim to none. So calm down."

Well, maybe she has a point.

But knowing her luck for these things, she doesn't really keep her hopes up.

Marinette arrives at the ballet studio at nine in the morning.

Madame Bustier informs her that she'll have her assistant show up early to open the atelier. She apologizes for being unable to be there herself, but she doesn't really mind.

As long as she gets her sketchbook back.

She sits outside one of the benches, rubbing her hands together carefully to keep warm. It's a few weeks into the winter months, and she found herself wearing too few layers to shield herself from the cold.

A sudden tap on her shoulder.

"Marinette, right? I'm Madame Bustier's assistant."

She freezes. (Haha, funny, because it's cold, right.)

"So, I found your sketchbook…"

She slowly turns around.

The premier male dancer of Bustier's Ballerina Company smiles at her, almost awkwardly. His cheeks are dusted a little red, and she can't decide whether it's from the cold or from the whole situation.

(She hopes, with all her heart, it's the former.)

"You're a super talented artist! I especially liked the sketch where I looked like I was about to kiss someone?"

Actually, freezing to death doesn't sound so bad right now.

He offers to have her come inside the studio.

(Well, it isn't as much an offer as it is a demand; after noticing how cold she is outside, he insists on making her a cup of something to warm her up. He even offers his scarf for her to use.

Marinette's still reeling from the realization that she's talking to her sketches in the flesh.)

"So… what would you like?"

You. A tall, heaping, glass of you.

"I, uh… sorry, what do you have available?"

The ballerina laughs lightly, before sifting through the drawers in the office as he glances over at her. "Well, we have some tea, coffee, hot chocolate…"

They both notice her face light up at the third option.

He's smiling. "So, hot chocolate, then?"

She swallows in a terrible attempt to calm herself down. "Yeah… that'd be nice."

"A sweet tooth, huh?" He muses, evidently amused. "Suits you."

What's that supposed to mean?

Marinette decides not to dwell on it too long, as he places a warm cup in front of her, sitting across the small table.

He decides to initiate conversation.

"I'm sorry for looking through your sketchbook," he starts, apologetic. "I had no idea who owned it, and I originally only planned to look through the pages for your name, but… I couldn't help myself."

"I… it's okay." She pauses, taking a nervous sip of her hot chocolate. "But, uh, what did you think?" Marinette's horrified to notice that she's stuttering. "About my drawings, I mean... "

"Well, I meant what I said earlier. I think you're insanely talented," he smiles. "And I'm flattered, really. I haven't had anyone draw me like that before."

"Nobody's drawn you before?"

"Not as much as you have."

Marinette almost drops her mug, panicking as she tries to stop her face from exploding into a mess of reds and scarlet.

"I, we, uhm, well, I— you're a super hot, I mean handsome, I mean! An extremely talented ballerina… ballerino… uh, what's the word again?"

She's spiralling, she knows it, but he only serves to look entertained.

"Ballerina is good," he says easily. "And it's Adrien."

"I'm sorry?"

"Adrien," he repeats, then points at himself. "My name? In case you didn't know…" he laughs softly. "In your sketchbook, you kept referring to me in your notes as Prince."

Oh, right.

She's never so intensely wished to disappear off the face of the earth!

"That's, uh! Because of your role in Swan Lake! Right! The Prince, so of course I called you that in my sketchbook… totally not because I think you actually look like a real prince or anything, haha, definitely not!"

Adrien's catlike grin only grows. "Of course," he repeats. "... milady."

Marinette almost falls off her chair.

She wants to disappear, just the tiniest bit.

He suddenly walks over to her, the same amused expression on his face.

"So I hope you'll be watching our opening night next weekend?"

"I, uh, I wanted to, but I couldn't get tickets…"

"Well, I actually have a plus one as the lead… and if you're interested, maybe you'd want to come with me?"

"Plus one, so as in, a, uh…"

"It's a front row seat, so you do get the perfect view," Adrien pauses, then winks. Winks. At her. "For your posing references, of course."

"I, uh, right, of course."

What else was she expecting?

"Then we can have dinner together after."

"Wait."

"I'll pick you up?"

"Wait."

"Don't have a carriage fit for a princess, unfortunately, but I will treat you like one."

"... that's a little corny."

"So I'll take that as a yes?"

"... I'd absolutely love to."

#auyeah2020 #mlauyeahaugust2020 #auyeahaugust #auyeah august #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #ml #miraculous ladybug #milk writes #ml fic #ml fanfic #i absolutely love writing fanfics but i am So Ready for this month to be over ;n;#inspiration brain juice be dyin or sth #also never realized so clearly the meaning of quality >>> quantity hhh h

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goldkirk · 4 years

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omg yes.... I would love any Tim drake rec you have. 😭😭😭😭

Sorry It has been WEEKS AND WEEKS but fam I am here to DELIVER!!!!!

In no particular order, and all completed if I don’t state otherwise:

First off, not Tim-centric but one of my top three fave portrayals of Tim ever: Everything in the Cor Et Cerebrum series by audreycritter. The holy grail of Batfam content.

The FUNNIEST silly series vox nihili et in Gotham ego that makes me crack up laughing every time I read them, and which is going to have a third fic at some point in the future, praise the lord I will Straight Up Die

The Liminal Spaces series by Calamityjim which I DIE OVER ON A WEEKLY BASIS, what a beautiful portrayal of Tim and what a healthy Batfam will look like and giving Tim the healing and rest he DESERVES even if the UNIVERSE DOESN’T WANT TO COOPERATE I love this series with my WHOLE HEART and I could read it a million times

The Surveillance series by smilebackwards. THIS IS OLDER TIM WHO IS RUNNING AROUND GOTHAM WITH A CAMERA GETTING EVIDENCE AND JASON ISN’T DEAD AND EVERYTHING IS WILD AND TIM IS JANET DRAKE’S SON AND MAKES IT HIS LIFE GOAL TO A) HELP THE BATS AND B) DRIVE LEX LUTHOR MAD AND HE IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE WHILE BEING A GENIUS AND I LOVE THIS TIM TO PIECES. He has no clue what to do while the Batfam slowly circles around and starts to pull him under their protective wings and meanwhile cannot keep himself from insulting Lex’s business strategy even while he is being literally shot at. God I love this stupid genius Tim to pieces oh my god it’s the Tim we all deserve

Whoopsie by MishaBerry, in which Tim’s asplenia comes back to haunt him (and everyone else in the family)

(Un)Wanted, by Mika-chan, in which Tim is kidnapped and oh my god the angst. But also the comfort.

Chemistry of a Car Crash by anthologica, in which Tim is, indeed, in a car crash, and it’s really really well done, love it

Obedience, by Sohotthateveryonedied—I don’t want to give anything away, but holy moly. This is so good. It’s like Ella Enchanted but with so much more pain and sibling bonding and Tim tears and comfort. WHAT a good plot omg.

Blink The Ghosts Out by MashpotatoeQueen5. Hohohohoho if you like timkon even a little bit, is this the angst for you. Tim gets drugged at a gala and goes through the process of trying to figure out how Kon is alive suddenly in front of him, and then has to deal with the fallout. Lots of hurt. Gentle amounts of comfort and compassion. So satisfying, very very well written. So real.

The Ol’ Switcheroo by AutumnHobbit, in which Damian takes a bullet for Tim, and brothers bond, and family comes together, and there’s a good plot, and so much hurt/comfort, SO WELL DONE I love this fic and reread it at least once a month tbh

Drinking Games by Shirokokuro, in which Tim and Bruce end up with a little tradition of cat-and-mouse at galas as Tim is a teenage boy determined to drive Bruce up the wall for attention and Bruce is Absolutely Onto Him, Just You Wait. No angst. All the hilarious fluff. I adore the tone of this!! So fun!

Can’t Stay Down (a Documentary) by SonoSvegliato. GOD. This is a STELLAR portrayal of Tim, and a hilarious portrayal of the batfam, and Tim has the misfortune of needing his tonsils out and fights them EVERY step of the way. Bruce is trying. SO hard. He may not be the best but he’s TRYING. There’s NatGeo Wild, a dinosaur plushie, a lot of jello and gatorade, stubborn vigilantes, pain meds, sibling harassment, and ABSOLUTE hilarity. This fic made me laugh out loud so many times while also wincing in sympathy. SO GOOD.

I’m Just Fine by girlgeekjf, in which SOMEONE EXPLORES THE AFTERMATH OF THAT ONE COMIC where Tim gets himself kidnapped on purpose, gets hit pretty bad in civvies, gets the other kids out, and watches that self-made sort-of-meta kid get super duper hurt and end up in a coma and falls into a hefty guilt spiral. Beautiful tackling of the aftermath of what injuries Tim likely had, so much good Batdad content, Tim being confused about affection and worry being thrown in his direction, and medically accurate fic. LOVE IT.

Lean On Me by Musingsofthesky, which is a LOVELY sickfic where Tim tries to hide his illness so he doesn’t ruin the business trip with Bruce. WHAT A GOOD DAD BRUCE IS IN THIS. Poor Tim. 10/10 read this again every few week. SUCH an accurate Tim.

Juneberries, by MishaBerry, in which Tim is kidnapped by Bad People, Damian goes after him all alone, Stuff Goes Down, and the two brothers at odds really learn to get along and finally share some honest conversation, god BLESS.

Year of Fallen Angels, by maychorian. WOW. Tim is captured and tortured, emerging from the experience with serious, life-changing injuries, and he has a long healing process ahead both physically and mentally. Beautifully woven. Amazing portrayal of physical recovery, family healing, slowly building self-worth, and so much beautiful growth among the whole Batfam as they circle the wagons around Tim in his time of need. This fic is WONDERFUL and a gift.

Into the Brighter Night, by @shoalsea. I don’t even know how to describe this fic. It’s two chapters away from completion, it’s my favorite Tim fic of all time, it does his character justice, it’s got ALL kind of Batfam and Young Justice dynamics, its plot is SO intricate and detailed and complex and interwoven, I have read it sixteen times, I will read it till I die, this is the best portrayal of Tim in all his deep complexity and skill and exhaustion and selflessness and goblin-like behavior and issues and badassery that I have ever seen in my life, 100000000/10 please read this I’m begging you you will be so overjoyed

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