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dreamsafterhours · 5 years ago

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: II (donghyuk’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: platonic!mark+dy/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college best friend warning: a lil swearing (best get used to it lol)

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II: relationship consolidation.. it’s platonic i swear

the fellowship continues (mark + dy/n)

so the month that follows your first meeting

is full of

a mixture of crackheadedness and tortured artist vibes

a lot of it is sending lit memes and other shit to each other at 2am when u have an 8am the next morning and yelling at each other for keeping u up so late but then laughing again at whatever the ridiculous punchline was

“to quote shakespeare’s hamlet, act v, scene ii, line 270: no”

/deep inhale/ /unhinged laughter/

that’s your inside joke for a whole two weeks mark couldn’t get the numbers right the first few times uwu poor confused thing but he got it after a while so good on him

in the second class after the first day, you try your best to find in him the crowd of people lining up to go into the lecture theatre but you can’t and it’s almost time to go in and—

oop you’re getting swept by the current of the masses

you still try to look for him even then

and luckily your attempts pay off !bc you do see him further up the stairs

,, but he’s

,.talking to another person, sitting in a seat on the end of the row

slightly disappointed that you can’t sit together and get to know him better and hopefully become friends but !! still optimistic that you’ll just make new friends

you file into an empty seat near his row a little further down the stairs from where he was sitting

you take out your materials and start to go over your notes from the day before when

someone plops himself down on the seat next to you

you look up and before you can smile in greeting, you recognise

it’s mark!!

he says “heyyy” in that rlly soft voice idk if you’ve seen the vid of him going ʰᶦ but that’s the voice he uses here

and you’re like “oh hi! wait i thought i saw you sitting over there” pointing behind u

and he’s like “oh i just met a friend and i was saving his girlfriend’s seat haha.. she just arrived so they kicked me out and i saw u and !!yeah”

and u nod at him like “nice nice i thought you ditched me” jokingly ofc

“no no i was actually trying to find you but.. you’re too short”

“i’m what”

/whispers/ “i’m sorry omg don’t kill me pls”

/stands up straighter to assert dominance/ “say that again, marcus. say that again”

ajsagdfo cuties

“ok then should we meet somewhere before the lectures”

so you decide on the benches outside the building as Your Spot™

the lecture’s just an introduction to the first text in the syllabus bc . second class

and so there’s quite a bit of note taking,, naturally

mark forgets what the prof says before he can write it down and this particular prof, you learn, is prone to talking fast and then switching the lecture slides before anyone can write anything important down

poor mark is doing a lot of looking up at the slides and then down at his notebook and :(((

so r u but u seem to have better memory than him so u either have the lecture slides up if you’re a typer with your notes or manage to write your notes and still listen to the prof if you’re a writer idk yalls preferences so

meanwhile mark whispers under his breath,, half to himself

“what” don’t we all,, mark.. don’t we all

and he does that a few times so you look over and he’s written barely anything so at that point he’s almost just resorted to listening to the prof and not taking notes at all

then he seems to catch himself and he starts writing down whatever key terms the prof is spewing and you realise

kid’s blanking out lmfao

so you tell him you’ll send your notes over to him after class and he’s like !! R U SURE im so sorry im not used to this sPEED and i can’t put my hand up and ask him to slow down someone else has to do that

and u just nod and tell him it’s all g

so class ends and you wave goodbye (confirming to meet at the benches next week too) to go to your tutorial class that happens to be right after the lecture and so does he,,

and this is your thought process for the next five or so minutes:

there’s only one exit so surely he’s only going outside and not the same way as me

oh look he’s going the same way as me.. i’m sure he’s just going to another building ooh that’s a pretty cool tree

hey we can walk to our next classes together and then split up where we have to go in different directions

is he turning left or right left or right i’m going left left or right left or—wait oh cool

ah there’s a bunch of classes in this building too surely he’s on a different floor. see he’s going up the stairs—wait he’s going up the stairs.. so am i..,,,

nah surely he’s going up another floor

wait if he’s going up another floor.. why isn’t he going on the elevator

does he have a fear of enclosed spaces

does he have childhood trauma in an elevator

maybe he keeps fit by climbing stairs

lol this is my floor, be funny if..

hang on a second

HANG ON A SECOND

“HANG ON A SECOND” that wasn’t one of your thoughts btw that was. out loud

very loud

and he turns around, startled at your voice again

looking up from his phone and eyes getting wider than they were in their initial reaction

“wHAT THE—WAIT HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP—”

he’s giggling at this point bc it’s so funny to him

“HOLD—YOU’RE?? in this tute too??”

“are we??—”

“—in the same class?” yall say that in unison bc that’s the proliferation of a Wholesome Friendship™ right there

u laugh bc wow this is my new best friend

“this is crazyyy”

“yeah what the f..” he highkey cuts himself off bc i mean day 2 guys

but then you

“exactly what the fuck...”

lmfao he knows then that it’s ok to swear with you

n e ways

y’all keep talking until your tutor arrives and lets you in the class

ofc you sit next to each other in the tute as well

you have a great time and class ends quicker than you thought bc you’re having fun and that’s always gewd

so the next few weeks u’re just vibing with each other

walking to class together after ur lectures

walking each other to other classes

studying together in the library in your spare time catching up on content and exploring ideas discussed in tutes for your shakespearean sonnets class

"o romeo, romeo, wherefore were thou and juliet teenage dumbfucks”

he couldn’t stop laughing at that for three days straight

“t..teENAGE /wheeze/ dUMBFUCKS HAHAHAHAHA”

getting pretty close basically

sharing hobbies and music tastes (u find out he plays guitar and it’s the biggest possession he brought into his dorm from his house and listens to frank ocean and john mayer a lot, watches fullmetal alchemist)

sometimes you’ll come to meet him at the benches full on catwalking down the path with your airpods in and resting bitch face on listening to some dope shit while the crowd parts for you and he’s just like O.O

how is she friends with me

he thinks you’re so cool it’s cute

but he’s also alr convinced himself that you’re so out of his league he highkey won’t dare try and make a move

n e ways

he sees ur airpods and he’s like “aren’t you afraid you’re gonna lose them one day”

and you just look at him and go “do i look like a fool, marcus”

he laughs so hard at that

complaining to you abt his roommate in real time over text like

marcus the fool 🤡: “dude he’s whining at me to ‘play with him’ i don’t want to play with him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s getting jealous of u”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he asks who u think u r”

you: “tell him i would fight him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he says u won’t win”

you: “bet”

marcus the fool 🤡: “i told him u don’t need to fight for my attention bc uve alr got it”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s fake crying”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he’s telling me to leave the house and leave the kids”

you: “am i a homewrecker now”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he calls u a homewrecker”

you: “tell him i’ll kiss it better”

one day like a month or so into your friendship

you rush to the benches with that look on your face that says you’re about to murder someone which usually disappears when you see him and take out your airpods bc rbf

so he ,, approaches with caution ,,, easy does it,,

yes he’s wondering if it’s your time of month

ngl it åctually was which makes things worse

t e n t a t i v e l y he asks on the way into the lecture theatre

“hey dy/n u ok?? u look.. ok nvm”

bc u lowkey glared at him but u didn’t mean to i swear u just looked at him but u were alr in a bad mood

so ure like “sorry yes i’m fine i didn’t have my coffee today so i may be a bit cranky”

“what happened? u sleep in or smth”

“yeah i slept at 4 last night”

“wHY did u do that”

“idK but i was running late just now and the line at the cafe was so long i stood in line for five minutes and i said nop class is abt to start”

“oh okey”

this keeps bugging him all throughout the lecture

so he turns to u when the lecture is over and he’s like

“u have another lecture next right”

“yes marcus i have another lecture that you’re taking with me”

“come ditch with me i’ll shout u a coffee”

“what really”

“for sure, we can catch up on the lecture in the library tonight”

and you remember that you’d made plans with your roommate my/n to go to the library that night anyway so you agree and let him know

so he’s like “oh rlly? can i bring my roomie along too he probs doesn’t have other plans anyway i hear they’re doing some kind of project so he better not be going anywhere” with a lil frown uwu angery mark

“sure don’t see why not. we’ll all study together”

“nice i’ll let him know”

“cool”

cool

u see where i’m going with this

waggles eyebrows

wink wink nudge nudge

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iphoenixrising · 6 years ago

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Hey Babe! What about Tim doing a strip tease and or lab dance for Jason and Dick? Love your writings 😘

Well, babe.

I mean, why not? Very nsfw ahead.

“I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate this,” Tim is saying as he bends over to stretch, thighs and calves tight with it.

It’s a fucking beautiful to be honest, but take into effect Timmy is wearing a cut-off tank, just barely covering his nipples, teamed with pair of killer black stilettos, thigh-highs with red bows, and a mouth-watering black thong while he stretches with perfect balance, pulling one leg up in the air behind him. He’s got black, lacey gloves on both hands, those fingers sliding up from the stretch at the back of his covered thigh and up almost to the delicious swell of his pale ass in those panties.

Jay just happens ta lookit over at Dickie, see how focused those baby blues on their very fine-as-fuck boyfriend.

it don’t help much that he’s already getting antsy and they ain’t even started yet.

“You know we’ll do whatever we can to help you with a case, Timmy.” Dick is saying, just running his yap, trying not ta shift his hips at the sight.

“That’s really great of you guys,” and Timmy’s beaming over at them when he stands up, drops the hoodie he’s wearin’ ta just leave ‘im in that fuckin’ tease of a shirt and hits something on his phone. The bluetooth speaker sparks to life with a little Pony from Genuwine while he stands in front of them on those stilts like he was born for it.

The red painted on his mouth and the smoky eye give him just the right look when he slinks up to Jay first, fluttering eyes and rolling hips on those ankle-breakers right in rhythm, licking his upper lip like a cat about to have a lil’ cream.

Vaguely, while his cock starts to pay the fuck attention behind his zipper, Jay can hear a low noise come outta Dickie what mean he’s invested, and the second Robin can’t help but lean up, lean in to their pretty third comin’ ta him just like this.

Neither Dick or Jay could have imagined the help Tim had asked for when he called from the Tower a few nights ago.

“I’m doing some…research for a case. I need to go undercover, but I need to make sure I’ve gotten the…character right.”

They expected a persona, another Caroline or Alvin, maybe someone more high-class, maybe someone closer to the mob side than the gangbanger.

They did not expect Tim to answer the door in a heels and thigh-highs, lips deep red to set off his eyes and pale skin. His scars flawlessly covered, so it was smooth, unblemished skin and the older vigilantes are immediately on this train, Timmy.

(”Show us whatcha got, baby.”

“One rule. You can’t touch.”)

Jay sucks in a breath when Tim drops to his knees and crawls the rest of the way to him, and it’s so much sexy writhing across the floor, he might just go a little stupid watching that ass. In perfect rhythm, Tim pauses to let his hips and ass work against the floor, popping on the down thrusts, shoving his ass back up like he’s takin’ and givin’ at the same time.

(Jay’s mouth literally waters thinking about it.)

A few sweet twerks, that jelly rolling while Timmy’s biting down on his lower lip, little nipples visible when the shirt hangs low enough. The creak of a chair is drowned out by the music, and Dick’s mouth fall open to pant.

A smile cuts across Jay’s face, and he kicks his leg open in welcome, already seeing what their boy is gettin’ inta.

Timmy takes him up on the offer (thank fuck) and moves, slides gloved hands up his thighs, slinking between them, hips a gentle sway to the music. And those hands work further up, lightly passing over the obvious bulge until he’s pressing his chest right there, flicking his tongue out to wet his lips.

It’s seamless when he works himself up to roll to his feet and turn on those heels, to rest his ass right in Jay’s fucking lap and writhe between those thick thighs. His hands fall back to the arm rests beside Jay’s so he can lean back, lay in the niche of Jay’s body, breathe over his jugular, roll against his trapped erection with tight little circles.

Jay groans into it all, has to clench his hands down on the arm rests tight to keep from touching. He can’t help but flex his thighs just a little, just enough to give them both a tease.

“Fuck, baby,” Jay fairly groans, wanting desperately to grip those hips, to pull down that naughty lil’ scrap a nothin’ and throw their boyfriend over the nearest flat surface n’ make ‘im scream. “Ya better not be thinkin’ a doing this with nobody but me n’ Big Wing, you feel me here?”

Tim responds by throwing a leg over so he can ride Jay’s thick thigh, leaning up to arch his back and start a smooth rhythm, rolling his hips, popping his ass, while looking over his shoulder with those dark eyes.

“Mmhm. I’m tracking some new drugs hitting the streets lately, and wouldn’t you know it, the place on North and 15th has been getting a lot of suspicious packages recently.” Without losing the beat, Tim leans himself back against Jay’s chest again, his legs so much longer with the killer heels, setting on either side of his thighs so Tim can work his ass right over the stiff erection, a sensual mock-fuck using the power in his calves, thighs, and hips.

Jay throws his head back and groans, his thighs getting taunt with tension, manages to turn his head and cast a tortured look at Dick, eyes half-mast with how good Baby Bird is at this.

Dick is biting down on his lower lip, watching the two of them, watching Tim pant with that red mouth, eyes bright with the liner and smoky tones, watching him undulate so beautifully, watches his cock get stiff in those tiny panties, barely anything hiding him from their eyes.

“I can honestly say,” he manages in response to Jay’s pupils dilating, those hands shifting on the arm rests, all of it telling Dick how close his other boyfriend is to breaking his leash, “you’ve really done your homework this time, Timmy.”

“‘Greed,” Jay grinds out, “real fucking effective, Baby. Gonna show ya how much, yeah?”

And the ends of Pony die down while Tim is laying on the floor by the silver pole he’d been planning on showing them next, but he’s too busy with his mouth full of Jay’s cock, red lips stretched around the girth, gloves hands moving up and down Jay’s thighs while he thrusts over and over and over.

He chokes slightly when Dick finally slides his fingers out and replaces them with what they both really needed in the first place.

Dick takes a long second to breathe and make sure he isn’t going to come too soon, hands tightening down on Tim’s thighs hard enough to probably bruise. He sighs out deeply, changing his grip when he starts to move slow, so slow, trying to drag out every second he can have Tim and Jay just like this.

“Ya know,” is a deep purr from Jay, the flecks of green in his eyes a darker jade while he cradles Tim’s neck and fucks his perfect mouth, “this place on North. Wonderin’ if they’re lookin’ f’ some muscle, you feel me, Big Wing?”

And the grin Dick gives him in reply is white in the night, Tim’s protests muffled with the cock in his throat. “I’ve had dancing experience. I could be with you on stage, Timmy. I bet we’d make better tips.”

“Fuck, two a’ ya t’gether? Tryin’ ta kill me, Dickie–”

“It would be so hot and you know it.”

“Didn’t say it wouldn’t, Baby Boy. But cha gotta understand what I’mma do if some ass clown lookits my boys the wrong way–”

“Mm! Mmm!” But even if he’s trying to protest his boyfriends stepping in on his case, he still pulls at the cheek of Jay’s ass to get more, to go deeper, hollowing his cheeks when he can.

Dick starts moving in longer thrusts, drawing almost all the way out of him before pushing hard and fast back in, making Tim’s cock leak through his panties with each hit to his spot.

“Looks like Baby Bird’s s’all right with the plan,” Jay teases on a moan, “but this show? S’just gonna be all for us, ain’t it?”

Dick pants out a whine, starting to feel the tingling low in his balls that’s getting harder to ignore with Tim wrapped tight and wet around him, with his thighs in the mesh stockings trembling under Dick’s hands.

“No one gets this. Just us. They can look all they want, but no one touches, do you understand, Timmy?”

And to make the point, they older vigilantes speed up, a bare hand sliding into his panties to fist him at the base and work him in time with their thrusts.

Tim’s throat tightens, the noises there when he gets stroked right nice.

“S’right. Gonna have ta fuck ya but good every time ya come off stage. Make sure ya remember who ya belong ta.”

“This is going to be the best case ever,” Dick grunts out, punctuating each word with a thrust back in.

Jay grunts, in agreement looking down into those half-mast eyes while Tim jerks in time with Dick’s fucking, throat working around Jay’s cock, making noises right at the tip. Their boy is past the point of fighting them, and that’s exactly what Jay likes to see.

When their boy tightens down, eyes fluttering, body arching, splattering those pretty panties wet, Dick makes a last lunge, crying out when he comes deep, and Jay falls over on his hand, filling his boy’s throat with stuttering hips, gripping the back of Tim’s neck while he does it.

And it’s all kinds of telling when they gather their fucked-out bird in a mess of limp limbs and stained satin. He’s laid out, boneless, the heels taken off with gentle hands, his instep rubbed, and the tights worked down his thighs. He doesn’t have to move an inch to help, can just watch out of hazy eyes whether it’s Dick or Jay getting him up and in the shower, fumbling hands and wet kisses, and the details come out while he’s soaping Jay’s broad back and Jay with both hands in Dick’s hair.

And if he’s smirking a little in some sweet satisfaction as the possessiveness there, chiming in when necessary when his boyfriends make a plan–

well, they wouldn’t see it anyway.

#THIS IS MY 1400th POST #and it's smut #timjaydick #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #good boyfriending #my drab #my writing #winter answers

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jaremish · 7 years ago

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I Want Him Gone - Part 2

Pairing: Sam x teen!reader, Dean x teen!Reader (both plantonic)

Warnings: Blood, lots of panic, torture, angst

Word Count: 1740

Summary: You were kidnapped at the age of 14, having your parents killed right in front of you by a demon. Tortured almost daily for two years, you luckily escape only to run into the Winchesters. They quickly help you, not only physically but also mentally, taking you in almost as a little sister. Though there’s something crawling under your skin… revenge.

A/N: Okay I know, I just posted the first part yesterday, but I couldn’t hold myself.. The next update will be some time later this week. Happy reading y’all!

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You were in the state between being asleep and being awake. Not wanting to wake up, you shifted to get into a more comfortable position only to be meet with pain spreading from your left leg. With a small whimper your eyes shoot up looking around the room.

You were left confused and panicked, not knowing where you were or what to do. Maybe this was another set of illusions that the demon had set up. It was one of the first things he did to torture you, making you believe you were with your parents only for them to be killed constantly, breaking you down more and more.

Feeling terrified of what's coming next you shot out of the bed, not caring for the pain and making your way towards the corner. It was something you learned early, having your back free always hurt you. This way you had a clear vision on what was going on in front of you.

Pulling your legs up towards you chest and wrapping your arms around them was the next thing you did. Your leg was bulting, making itself known. The frustration and fear of not knowing what was going on forced fresh tears down your cheeks.

You stayed in the corner, feeling alert and focused for about an hour before you put your head down to rest against your knees. The black t-shirt you had on was not yours. It was really big on you, but it was still warmer than what you usually wore. It felt nice against your skin, it didn’t itch at all.

You kept staring down at the t-shirt, almost admiring it. Too lost in your thoughts about the shirt you didn’t notice the door out of the room open.

“Y/N?” A soft voice said from the door.

The sound made you jump and you turned your head towards the voice. Your whole body was tense until you saw who it was. Sam. The memories from how you literally ran into him, and him bringing you here made it into your head.

Sam spotted you in the corner of the room, shaking. He made his way towards you slowly, not wanting to startle you. When he was close enough he stopped and sat down in front of you.

“You okay?” Sam said.

You didn’t answer. You just kept staring at him, not trusting him at all. Your body was tense, ready in case he attacked. Maybe he worked for the demon? Maybe this was their new way of torturing you.

Leaving the door open for you to have a sense of hope and freedom only to stab you in the back when you started to trust them. But Sam looked like he cared. He didn’t have the same sick smile on his face like the others had…

“Can you tell me what happened?” Sam asked, still trying to make you say something. Quickly giving up on the heavy questions he asked something simple.

“Are you hungry?” He smiled after asking this. He had this calming effect about himself. A little sigh left his lips and he stood up.

“Well you must be, you’ve been sleeping for days kiddo. I’m gonna come back with some food, okay?”

With that he left the room. He came back after a few minutes with a tray in his hands. You had not moved from your spot at the corner. Sam knew you wouldn’t move up to the bed if he asked you, so he sat down in front of you again on the floor.

He put the tray down in between you both. On the tray was a plate with bacon, eggs and some pancakes. There was also a glass of water, a fork and a knife on the tray as well. He made a motion with his hands as if he wanted you to do something.

You shook your head at him, not wanting to eat the food he came with. For all you knew he could have poisoned it. Sam was pretty sure you wouldn’t eat at first glance, so he brought his own fork with him. He took a bite out of the eggs, showing you that it was okay to eat.

You watched him take a bite out of the bacon and the pancakes too before he reached for your fork and gave it to you. Your hand wrapped around the fork carefully. You looked down at the tray and took a small bite out of the eggs. This made Sam smile a little and he incurred you to eat some more.

You avoided the bacon, not liking how the smell reminded you a little of burnt flesh. You ate really slow, always watching Sam’s every move. There was a lot left on the plate when you decided that you were done with it.

You reached for the water, craving the feeling of the cool liquid. Your throat had been pretty sore ever since you woke up. You emptied the glass quickly and put it back on the tray, looking up at Sam.

“You know, you don’t have to sit in the corner. You have a pretty comfy bed in here.” He said after a while.

You made no movement as he scooted the tray away and reached over to the bed. He took the blanket and a pillow and put it next to where you sat.

“At least put this around you, it can be pretty cold on the floor.”

Sam then stood up with the tray to leave the room. He looked back from the door and smiled a little at you before he walked out.

You were all wrapped up in the blanket, ready to take a small nap when you heard voices. Straining your ears to hear what they said you quickly knew it was Sam and Dean talking in hushed tones.

“Did you test her? Was she clear?” The voice belonged to Dean.

“Yeah Dean. She held the silver fork and drank the holy water and nothing. She’s just a small terrified girl.” Sam answered back with a sigh.

“Do you know what happened? Did she talk to you?”

Sam sighed again and you assumed he shook his head or something before he answered.

“No, she’s not talking. She looks so scared, I’m worried something really bad happened to her.”

Their voices started to disappear. They were moving away from the room you were in. Still being tired you gave in and fell asleep on the cold, hard floor.

“Hmm, Y/N, tell me… for how long have you been here?” The demon said.

You were sitting in your usual chair, wrists and ankles bound by leather straps. Your hair and your clothes was sticking to your face and body. Sweat tickled your skin as it slowly ran down your limbs, almost as if it was teasing you.

“Screw you.” Was all you said.

The demon hummed as he came closer to you. He was holding something in his hand that blinded you as it came in contact with the light.

“I believe that’s the wrong answer..” He said.

The thing in his hand turned out to be a scalpel. He ran it down your arm, not putting any pressure, just making sure you knew who was the boss here.

“Let’s try that again, how long have you been here?”

“Go to hell!” You screamed at his face.

The scalpel was pressed against your arm, running down in a long horizontal line, blood seeping out of your arm. Your screams could be heard for miles away. You trashed around, trying to get away from the scalpel and the pain it was causing you.

“For how long have you been here?” He said again in a calm voice.

“One day I’m going to kill you, you better watch out.” You said through gritted teeth.

He laughed. He actually laughed. Then he rammed the scalpel in your stomach. You screamed, coughing out blood. He continued to cut you though your screaming. All you could see was blood everywhere, pouring out of you stomach and all you could do was lay there and scream, wishing you were somewhere else. You felt as if you were on the blink of death when he stopped and leaned down next to your ear.

“I do hope you remember how you should speak to me from now on. A lil tip is to never speak when you don’t have the word as well.” He whispered in your ear.

“I hope I teached you a lesson.” Was the last thing he said as he rammed the scalpel through your leg.

You woke up to your own screaming. Tears running down your cheeks as the memory flooded through your brain. You could almost feel the pain he inflicted on you that day. The door slammed open, making you scream even more.

“Hey, hey, hey, you okay?” Sam said as he ran to your trembling form on the floor.

You were shaking, panic running through your body. Trying to breathe was another challenge seeing as if there were no oxygen left in the room. You started to hyperventilate, feeling even more panicked because you couldn’t breathe. Your heart beat fast and your head started to spin.

Sam was by your side in an instant, picking you up from the cold floor you were laying on. He sat on the bed with your back plastered to his chest.

“You gotta calm down Y/N. Try to match your heart beats to my own. Feel this?” He said as he placed your hand on the sheet. “This is real, you’re here, nothing’s gonna hurt you.”

He continued to give you instructions on how to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, taking deep breaths with you. It was not long before you started to calm down. You still trembled in his arms, not letting go of the memory.

“Shh, just breathe. It’ll be okay. I’m here, nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Sam said camly.

Not long after that you start to relax, feeling his heartbeat was calming you down due to you having something else to focus on. Sam draped the blanket over you and continued to encourage you to take deep breaths. After a while of just breathing you started to fall asleep, leaning against Sam. 5 minutes later and you were out like a light.

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musubiki · 7 years ago

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Musubiki! Do you have any headcanons about Leaf's pokemon, their personality, history, it relationship with Leaf? Oh, dis she catch Mew and/or Mewtwo?

HOOOO ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I THINK ABT THIS!!!!!!!! ill put it under the cut jus bc its gonna be long lol,.

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SO!!!!!! THERES: (in the order she caught/received them)

Pom (Pikachu) ♀

shes feisty but sweet like leaf, usually the voice of reason/encouragement to leaf and the team!! she wears two pink pom-poms on her left ear!!!! tots cute

her starter!!! so shes been with leaf the longest and understands her the most!!!! is always out of her pokeball and on leafs shoulder or somewhere close!

at first they didnt get along, but over a bunch of battles and traveling (esp the fight against brock - that was a big turning point for them) they became best buds and leaf wouldnt trade her for the world!! shes surprisingly strong even though she has bad stats lol.

Violet (Venusaur) ♀

shes also very sweet!!! usually the big ass kicker,.,. shes super hard to take down just bc shes like the torture chamber of all of leafs pokemon…shes poison/paralyze/evade the opponent like crazy and slow-kill them with leech seed..,.,. but still nice!!!!!! pretty quiet usually but can be snarky to the other team members, espc alex and leo but theyre all family they love each other

leaf got her as a gift in cerulean!!! as per the storyline, a girl nursed her back to health and then gave her to leaf to take with her on her adventures!! green is still shocked as to how she got all 3 starters

Vi loved her from the start!! she was super happy to even be included in a great adventure™, and pom was really welcoming to her!! shes usually the one who helps leaf the most in everyday life

her solar beam+sunny day slays fools

Alexander (Charizard) ♂

MY BOY!!!!!! MY SON!!!!! hes the most serious out of the group, very hasty and irritable 24/7. the hardest hitter on the team and actually sometimes the dumbest LMAO. sometimes he deliberately disobeys leafs when hes pissed and trying to take down an opponent. it usually works but it worries leaf to death. sleeps a lot but he loves leaf the most probably, hes like her #2 and her protective friend. i love him.

also a gift!!! on the route right outside cerulean. his original owner thought he deserved a better trainer, so he was given to leaf as a charmander.

leaf LOVES this boy so much and has so much faith in him. the best battles are the ones that he fights in and he usually makes a mess but hes great company for her!! sometimes they just sit around and take naps under a tree or by a river and overall. 10/10

Leonardo (Blastoise) ♂

the cool guy ™. yes he had the shades when she first got him im doing that. the cocky one whos always trying to impress everyone for no reason. actually has a lot of sense for someone who does dumb shit. gets knocked out in battle trying to be awesome. is actually awesome when he grows into a bastoise. near unstoppable. has a playful rivalry with alex and they get into mock fights that violet usually has to break up. actually leo sees it as mock fights but alex is legit tryna hurt him LOL

a gift from police officer jenny in vermillion!!!!! he was caught causing trouble. the lil shit

he was kind of like alex when he was younger (esp as a wartortle) where he would disobey leaf trying to be a hero. when he becomes a blastoise leaf sits on his back and goes fishing on hot days. hes pretty chill when hes not in battle. him alex and violet are the killer trio and cannot be seperated from one another.

Kiki (Persian) ♀

bouncy and happy!!! shes the (2nd) cutest on the team and a very excited girl!!!! shes always purring and snuggling up to leaf and/or green, likes to lay on/over peoples laps. doesnt take battle as seriously as she should but still manages to win. the second worst pokemon of leafs surprisingly, because she spams pay day and holds the amulet coin,.,. so when you lose you end up paying like fuckingjnffd 76000 dollars to leaf. most people just forfeit after a while because theyre broke.

kiki is the reason leaf is financially stable

she caught her outside of lavender town around the same time green caught his growlithe so those two end up being surprisingly good friends!!! she was used in a lot of battles in the rocket game corner and so every rocket that was there hates leaf for taking all their (not so ) hard earned money.

Calcifer (Gengar) ♂

cal is the one whos always concerned if leaf is okay, doing the right thing, or making a bad decision. god forbid someone out of this team carries an appropriate level of caution LOL. can be a little shit to other people and is a fan of pranks when the subject isnt leaf. hes more toward the serious side and is usually eating somehting. no one knows where he gets the snacks from

caught in the pokemon tower when leaf was exploring it with green.(lol) he scared the shit out of both of them but then helped to defeat rocket

cal was always the most independant of the group and was never reall like….pets and cuddles…hes the most mature and tries to give leaf his opinion on when something is a bad idea but she never listens because shes leaf

AND AS FOR MEW/2:

she never caught mew, but mew helps her a lot during her journey, espc in dealing with rocket. no one else has really seen/met mew and no one knows why it only shows up to leaf specifically. prof oak is always pissed that she doesnt catch it

(IM STILL ON THE FENCE ABT MEWTWO) but most likely, she traveled into that one cave to find mewtwo and when she does they dont…even battle… they actually have a conversation. like theres this quiet moment of doubt and understanding and SHE HAS THE MASTERBALL but she doesnt use it and just. decides to let him be free.

he and mew come in and end up helping her when shes in serious trouble, whenever that may be (i hc that every protag has like a legendary friend/pokemon that comes to their aid in serious situations, leafs is mewtwo)

#long post #anon #ask #i LOVE ALL MY KIDS

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coquuin · 6 years ago

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u bet ur fuckin ass im sending myself an ask meme bc fuck you no one else will so shit SOMEONE gotta. all the questions for Ezekiel bay bee

the amount of fucks that i do not give is unreal

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

well shit both of Ezekiel’s parents died when he was 3 so obviously he hardly has any memories of them, but! Ezekiel’s father was.. fucking hilarious! the dude had an amazing sense of humor–mightve been a stand up comedian, although not a huge known one?? he was always smiling and just trying to make people laugh! especially loved to make his son laugh the most.

so as you can easily imagine, 3-year-old Ezekiel obviously loved his father. i mean, why wouldnt he. although now that his father is long dead and ezekiel has pretty much forgotten him by this point, his opinion towards what very little he DOES remember of his dad is just like.. “why were you so fucking happy all the time? what was there to be happy about?” but, like i said, seeing as Ezekiel has completely forgotten him, he’s pretty neutral on him and doesnt really have much of an opinion.

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

opinion wise, it’s the exact same deal as his father–seeing as both parents died at the same time. so he neither dislikes or likes her! hes just neutral.

however, as for her personality, she was honestly like the polar opposite of the dad. she was calm and collected, and a little intense. a very blunt woman who would not be afraid to call you out on your bullshit! sort of like Ezekiel now actually :) a lot of her mannerisms and personality traits literally resemble Ezekiel to a T, which he obviously doesnt even realize seeing as his mom has been, yknow, dead for all his life. but underneath that tough exterior, she was a very sweet woman! she was probably a doctor tbh.

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

IN THE CULT.. it was like a literal living hell and EXTREMELY strict. which is exactly what this cult wanted! seeing as it was a Satanic cult especially. BUT UHHH.. i cant go too in depth on how everything was like in that orphanage, but if you REALLY wanna know all the gross details literally just do some research on Satanism or Satanic Cults and youll be sure to find some pretty gross stuff. all of that is what happened to Ezekiel there!

the things i can mention though!! every child had to wear the same uniform every day, they all had the same exact hairstyle (boys had a short bowlcut, girls had long hair which they were absolutely not allowed to style or put up). they were, of course, beaten severely if the orphanage staff saw fit to do so. medieval torture methods were used on them, especially for sacrifices. they were bluntly told, “if you try to leave, the Devil will kill every single one you love and come for you last”–which is honestly why Ezekiel always talks about how “the devil is out to get him” or why Ezekiel feels that he cant get close to anyone, bc he just expects the devil to kill anyone he gets close to! bc, yknow, he ran away. the kids were also often forced to eat or drink bodily fluids which Yeah is fucking disgusting. they only had one meal a day, and said meal was very small–so a lot of the kids starved, and thats why Ezekiel is such a picky eater and refuses to eat a lot of the time! bc hes just so used to having only one tiny meal a day, just enough for him to survive on, and any more than one small meal he always feels like he’s wasted too much money or something. a lot of sexual abuse went on too. YOU GET THE IDEA BY NOW IM SURE SO.. YEAH, IT WAS… BAD BAD BAD.

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

EXTREMELY SHELTERED. he and the other kids in the orphanage were absolutely not allowed to go outside whatsoever. this was because the caretakers told them “THE OUTSIDE WORLD WANTS TO CORRUPT YOU, SO YOU MUST ABSOLUTELY NOT INTERACT WITH ANYTHING THAT IS OUTSIDE OF THESE DOORS!!!” and were EXTREMELY strict on that rule. one time, Ezekiel had snuck out when he was about 7, and brought in stray kittens, which he hid in his room! it wasnt long until his roommates snitched on him and the caretakers straight up just fucking cut off every kitten’s head right in front of lil Ezekiel and then proceeded to beat him afterward. so that kinda fucked him up!!! this is what led to Ezekiel’s reclusive behavior now and his generally being totally silent when he’s around anyone he doesn’t know (although he has gotten a lot better about the talking thing! albeit the fact when he does talk chances are he is saying something very mean. BUT STILL!). even now, he completely secludes himself in his small apartment, even going so far as boarding up all his windows to block the sunlight altogether. well ok he also boarded them up bc he has an extremely bad habit of trying to break the glass but. the sunlight thing too!

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

REJECTION OFC. the orphanage caretakers never even referred to him by his name–instead, they called every child by numbers. in Ezekiel’s case, it was #34. even now, that is his least favorite number.

8. How does your character feel about religion?

he may not seem like it, but Ezekiel is VERY VERY VERY religious!!! after he ran away from the orphanage and later moved to L.A., he actually did convert to Christianity! he always wears a golden cross necklace around his neck and he feels like it protects him from evil spirits–obviously thats all in his head as no evil spirits are really out to get him, but it’s a big big BIG comfort item to him. he can easily recite a shit ton of Bible verses bc he reads that damn thing all the fucking time man. in general, his faith in god is a huge fucking comfort for him, as he always fears the devil is out to get him and whatnot–its nice to think that he may actually have god on his side to protect him.

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

honestly??? hes all over the fuckin place. he surprisingly does have some street smarts to him (from having been literally fucking homeless for a while).

although the only thing he’s really book-smart with is languages–he’s a big linguist! but otherwise, he kinda sucks at smart stuff like math or science or stuff like that–bc he never went to school! he did learn how to read while in the orphanage, but that was really about it.

not too intelligent either??? thats mostly bc he’s literally been secluded from interacting with people like all his life, so he’s just not really good at like.. reading people? and has little to no life skills bc no one ever taught him??

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

ok so despite the fact that Ezekiel never went to school, his vocabulary is actually pretty big! although like i said, he did learn to read in the cult so. that really isnt too much of an issue. but he’s very very interested in literature and language as a whole, and always was even as a child! so even now, he devotes a lot of his time to studying that kind of stuff, and his way of speaking definitely shows it–well, if you can get behind the constant swearing, anyway.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

he’s the guitarist of the rock band Rogue! his feelings on playing in a band in general is kinda.. conflicting, really. he isnt sure if he enjoys it or hates it. for one, he actually has HUGE stage fright–though he has gotten a bit better about it after playing on stage so many times by now, but it’s still a recurring issue with him and can sometimes cause complications within the band. it certainly is very anxiety-inducing for him, but at the same time… he cant bring himself to just quit, either. not even he himself is sure why he still puts up with the band, but he finds himself drawn to it quite often. he is very very very proud of being able to write music and have it be shown to millions of people though–hearing the band’s singer, Augustine, sing his lyrics to crowds, and the crowd loving it, is probably one of the biggest things that can make Ezekiel happy.

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

well, his first travel was from London, England to Los Angeles, California! and thats where he eventually joined the band! and, yknow, being in a band that tours quite often, now he definitely has to travel a lot. which he absolutely hates. he would much rather just stay home in his stupid secluded cheap ass apartment, but hey, u gotta do what u gotta do

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

when it comes to partners, ezekiel honestly doesnt expect too much from them–just a mutual understanding of each other is all he truly asks for, which should really go without saying in a relationship anyway.

hes not really one for sex! not to say he never wants to do it, though. he does have a lower sex drive than most people though–and the moments he does do it with his partner, it’s gonna have to be very gentle. he couldnt handle anything too rough tbh. also hes a total bottom so jot that down-

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

his home is a fucking MESS. he has a tendency to destroy the entire room whenever he’s having one of his temper tantrums, and this is pretty evident all over Ezekiel’s apartment, bc he doesnt even bother to clean up afterwards. the only time he really cleans up his own mess at home is if its like, food or a drink or something bc he isnt that bad about it but. every room at his apartment looks like a fucking tornado hit him or something. and he couldnt care less what his home looks like! like as long as Ezekiel has a bed, he’ll be alright. he doesnt even like big homes all that much, and prefers to live in something simple and relatively small.

as for clothing, Ezekiel usually just goes for simple stuff. Especially wears a lot of jackets, hoodies, the like. a lot of baggy-ish clothing going on, but he actually is pretty fashionable believe it or not!

hair wise, Ezekiel just has.. no fucks to give. he hardly puts much care to his hair at all tbh. its just naturally curly and a little messy, but at least he keeps it fairly short so it doesnt get too bad. its probably a lil greasy tho.. someone make this boy take a gotdamn SHOWER

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

theres probably several tbh IJOISJERIJ

but most of all, probably both his paranoia and his stubbornness? like he can hardly even function in every day life bc he cANT EVEN COME OUT OF HIS HOUSE BC HES SO PARANOID OVER EVERYTHING. and oh my GOD Ezekiel is so goddamn infuriatingly stubborn like GODDAMN. sometimes its just practically impossible to get through to this guy whatsoever. ezekiel can honestly be a pain in the ass

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

HE REMEMBERS PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING SINGLE FUCKING THING FROM THE CULT.. AND OH GOD DOES IT PLAGUE HIS MIND EVERY SINGLE DAY. like his entire childhood in that orphanage still is so fresh and prevalent in his head that he quite often has hallucinations of the events that happened there, especially when he sees certain things. like cats, for example! seeing a cat will literally send Ezekiel into immediate panic and he genuinely thinks he’s back at the orphanage where he watched those stray kittens i mentioned earlier get their lil heads cut off and he’ll repeat over and over, “their heads are gone, their heads are gone, their heads are gone-” bECAUSE. ITS LIKE HES THERE ALL OVER AGAIN! which is, of course.. yet another reason he hardly ever comes out of his home! bc he thinks “well if i just dont go out then that means i cant see anything triggering that will make me have another panic attack.”

as for forgiving his abusers? OH HAHA ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. HE HOPES THEY ALL DIE OR HAVE ALREADY DIED IN THE MOST BRUTAL WAYS POSSIBLE.

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

Ezekiel either:A) GETS REALLY FUCKING PISSED AND START DESTROYING EVERYTHING IN THE ROOMB) HAVE A WHOLE ASS MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND PANIC

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?

unfortunately, Ezekiel is very much an addict :( he’s a big alcoholic, and also does cocaine, ecstasy, pain killers, xanax, and maybe some other shit i cant think of off the top of my head. but! hes.. a mess…. save him

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

it depends on the person/people around him! because with anyone that he hardly knows? then he doesnt really give a shit and easily brushes it off, because he honestly doesnt care what strangers think of him anyway. but around people that hes actually close to and he cares about? THEN OOF. HE CAN POSSIBLY HAVE A WHOLE PANIC ATTACK BC HE REALLY DOESNT WANT TO LET HIS LOVED ONES DOWN..

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

of course not!!! although its.. not impossible for him to enjoy someone elses suffering. you would just have to like, REAAALLY fucking do him wrong for him to be like that, which is pretty hard even for him. like the orphanage caretakers! i assure u if they suffered Ezekiel would LOVE that.

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

most of the time hes living in memories, for sure. either that, or he’s just kinda stressed or anxious! but not always necessarily a bad anxious tho! like if hes around someone that he actually likes, he’ll be VERY anxious, but like in a good way! just kinda excited yknow. BUT MOST OF THE TIME, ITS BAD OFC.

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

VERY SCARED AND DISTRUSTFUL, PRETTY HOSTILE!!! remember hes fucking paranoid about every little thing rip.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

well, most of ezekiel’s jokes involve swearing and yelling, so probably that! Angery……

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

i think probably like.. parents tbh. or at least a parental figure. he’s only had one person who was like a father to him, but that guy is all the way back in London so Ezekiel hasnt seen him since :( and tbh for like most of his life, he’d always assumed that not having parents was like.. just whatever, yknow? bc you cant really miss something that was never there. but, after he ran away from the cult and he saw like.. people, he saw a lot of happy families and whatnot and just!! hes really jealous of anyone who has a functional, happy family now. it isnt so much that he misses his birth parents, just that he wants to have some kind of parental figure in general. someone that he feels he can actually call family.

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

what’s sad? the fact that ezekiel… doesnt really have any life objectives! the only objective he really has is to survive. thats literally it. he just doesnt want “the devil” to take him–and to escape the devil’s wrath, ezekiel immerses himself in his religion and staying inside all day and night so that he doesnt have to talk to anyone! thats basically about it

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

he’s pretty tall! 6′3″! although for his weight, i swear to god hes like.. a fucking twig. i mean theres that whole “he only eats one small meal a day” thing, so ofc you can imagine that probably has an effect on his weight. BUT! that isnt the only reason hes so skinny! it’s also bc he has Klinefelter Syndrome, which is when a male is born with an extra X chromosome. so as a result of that, he is a little taller than most people, is very skinny, has weak bones, and breasts! and some other symptoms but i dont feel like listing every single thing so fuck y

as for posture, Ezekiel is usually a liiiittle slouched, but not terribly so! when hes stressed, however, he always stands up completely straight!

ezekiel absolutely fucking hates his body, though. he knows full well that hes not.. the most attractive–ugly, even. you know that “your toes, hand em over” meme? yeah, he looks like that a little bit. his body honestly looks pretty fucking freaky. ALSO HE HAS A LITERAL MICROPENIS SO THATS A THING! all in all, Ezekiel just… is very very very scared of showing off his body to anyone honestly. extremely insecure!

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

Ezekiel actually puts on this whole temperamental asshole front specifically to MAKE people hate him! thats why hes so quick to be like “FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT TWAT YOU GODDAMN WANKER FUCK YOU”! because, yknow, most people are usually gonna hate anyone who says that kind of stuff to them and as a result they hopefully wont wanna talk to him! which is exactly what Ezekiel wants. yep, Ezekiel wants everyone to hate him! because if everyone hates him, then they wont talk to him, and if they dont talk to him, then he doesnt risk of getting close to anyone and getting his heart broken all over again! hes a mess……

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

TBH FOR REFERENCE YOU CAN JUST LIKE.. LISTEN TO MURDOC NICCALS’ VOICE BC THATS HIS VC BUT. his voice can switch between either somewhat slow or extremely fast! it all depends on his mood. in his normal speaking voice, when hes neither upset or happy or anything, his words come out a little slow, but not terribly so. pretty normal, mostly. but if hes excited, whether bad or good, he speeds up when he talks a LOT. so much so that he doesnt even let himself breathe when hes talking! just like “FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUIHATEYOUYOUGODDAMNSTUPIDTWATAAAAAA”

his voice in general is a little hoarse! although he has gotten much better about talking to people (even if he is mean when he talks), he did go through practically his whole childhood just.. not talking to people very much at all. so that kinda shows in his voice now? but its not too bad. he has a pretty low-ish voice too.

as for pronounciation and accent, again literally just listen to Murdoc’s voice bc its p much exactly the same as him but. he has a very thick london-cockney accent?? i sure hope thats accurate anyway, im not British so im not 100% sure on British accents but.

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE WORST RESTING BITCH FACE IN THE HISTORY OF RESTING BITCH FACE.

ok ill just draw this one

his resting face!

AMGERY!!!!!

talking to his friends!!!

PANICKING

theres probably more i could draw, but in general, Ezekiel is VERY expressive tho! its pretty easy to read all of his expressions and emotions.

#shut up erica; ooc #ezekiel facts #EZEKIEL IS JUST.. A SCARED BOYE 24/7

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