#I have never cried over something quicker than that I don't think

[camellcat]

CLARA!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god clara clara my clara oswin oswald THIS IS NOT FAIR YOU CANNOT MAKE ME GENUINELY BURST INTO TEARS YOU CANNOT HAVE THAT POWER OVER ME!!! I don't even know what's happening I can't hear anything they're saying oh my god CLARA HIS CLARA HE REMEMBERS HER FUCKKKKK

[auroralwriting]

his little finger

spencer reid x fem!hothead!reader

part two here

spencer has you wrapped around his finger; you'd do anything he said without question. your team can't quite understand it. little do they know you and spencer have an unsaid.. thing.

warnings: reader has a hot temper? is that a warning? | words: 1k short but sweet!

You were known to have a confident personality. You never let anyone shake you, that's why the team loved you so much. You were the sole, beating heart of Aaron Hotchner's team; you never let them give up. Not only, but you were kind of a badass. You knew how to profile amazingly, and you could hold your own if an unsub got a little too rough.

Something else you were known for? A hot temper.

Okay, maybe it could go a little bad sometimes, but you truly meant well. Like that time you accidentally made a teenage boy cry. To be fair, he was a potential unsub. He actually was the unsub, so not all was a total failure.

Today was different for you. The coffee shop you frequented before work was closed due to issues with the electrical systems. That put a chip in your day. How was one to thrive without coffee? Next, you forgot your badge at home, making you late for work since you had to retrieve it to even get into the building. That put a dent in your day.

Derek was known to be a funny guy. Not the kind of funny guy you'd actually laugh at, but the kind who kind of pissed you off sometimes. Yeah, that kind. While he meant well at heart, it just royally pissed you off. You couldn't help that!

You leaned your elbows on the table, listening to the coffee pour into your cup. "Hello my little fox," Penelope greeted, her face frowning when she saw the look on yours. "What's wrong?"

"Bad day so far," You muttered. "Everything's just going wrong."

"It's only seven," Derek said as he walked in, smile on his face. "Come on, sugar. Go on and sit down at your desk. I know how you like your coffee." You thanked Derek quickly as you went to your desk. It was right next to Spencer.

Oh, Spencer. The boy who fell hard for you, who made you fall for him. Neither of you knew that, though, your crushes remaining secret still. "Y/n," Spencer frowned, "what's wrong?"

"It's alright, Spence," You forced a small, pathetic smile. "Just a bad morning."

Spencer gave you a half smile, "Positive attitudes actually give you a higher likelihood of having a better day by ten to thirty percent," Spencer rambled, "and that actually is the same for social connections, being a twenty to forty percent. You're on the right track."

You loved Spencer's rambles. They were adorable. "Thanks, Spence." You smiled.

A few minutes later, Morgan came to your desk with your coffee in hand. "For you, sugar." He grinned like the Cheshire Cat. You quickly took a generous sip.

It left your lips quicker than it entered. You spit it out into the trash can next to your dest, face turning sour at the taste. It was so bitter, so salty. "What the hell, Morgan?!" You cried out, "What is this?"

"Salt, sugar." He teased.

Your face turned hot, "How old are you, six?" His face slowly fell as you became angrier, "Genuinely, how old are you? Because last I checked, children don't have jobs."

"Hey," Derek tried to calm you down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to actually upset you."

"Oh, of course you didn't!" You replied with sarcasm dripping from your lips. "You just don't get when people don't want you to make them feel worse!"

Derek's face fell into a frown. You didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but you couldn't stop your words. "Y/n," Spencer said firmly, "Sit down, now."

Before you could even think, you followed his command. The whole event caught Penelope, Emily, Rossi, and JJ's attention. JJ was quick to rush over, grabbing your coffee. "I'll get you the right one, it's okay." She comforted as Emily quickly lead Derek away. Rossi and Garcia decided to mind their own business, smart.

You groaned, head in your hands. Spencer was quick to kneel by you, taking your hands into his own. "Y/n," He said softly, "Take a deep breath. I know, I know." You followed his instructions, inhaling and holding it like he demonstrated, softly letting it out after. "Good job, sweetheart, do it again for me, okay?"

After a few more times, your face cooled off. You closed your eyes, sighing. "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings."

"I know, he knows, too." Spencer assured. "He knows he was out of line. You reacted the same way anyone would. It's alright."

Spencer raised his hand to your face, softly brushing your cheek with his thumb. JJ walked over, unsure if she was ruining.. something?

"Hey, I got you your coffee," She hesitantly spoke. You looked up, reaching out quickly.

"Thanks," You mumbled, taking a cautious sip. When you realized the taste was right, you took a bigger sip, sighing at the warmth flooding down your throat.

Spencer gave you a small smile, "See? It's okay now."

You nodded with a smile, thanking him softly. He went back to his desk, re-opening his report. You did the same, clicking your pen open.

"Okay, now what the hell was that?" Derek asked, the previous team members crowding around Rossi's desk.

"I felt like I was walking in on them," JJ mumbled awkwardly. "The tension was so strong I thought it was gonna slice me clean in half."

Emily smiled, "I bet they're in love or something, only love can make a person react like that. She would've bitten anyone else's head off." Everyone mumbled in agreement.

"I bet two weeks," Rossi said after a moment.

"Nah, knowing Reid, it's gotta be more like three." Derek shook his head.

Emily laughed, "I bet a week and a half. Y/n's too badass to not admit it first."

"I don't think they ever will until we do for them." Penelope sighed, knowing how stubborn both individuals were.

"I say one week, solid." JJ nodded. "I felt that tension."

Hotch's voice came out of nowhere, "Four days."

Everyone turned around, shocked. "Hotch, you sure about that?" Derek asked, a slight tease in his voice. "You know them."

"I do," He nodded, "Four days. You'll see I'm right."

[nottyoursbutmine]

afterglow | m.r

pairing: mattheo riddle x implied gryffindor reader (not really)

the one where mattheo regrets everything he said

afterglow - taylor swift

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Mattheo is staring at the back of your head in class again and the same thing is replaying in his mind, your last conversation. It’s all he can ever think about since it happened.

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Mattheo sat at the Slytherin table watching you eat breakfast a little too close next to Fred Weasley. He’s heard you repeatedly say you two are just friends but he sees the look in Freds’ eyes.

You laughed and he’s even more annoyed now, what was so funny? He watches as Fred wraps his arm around your shoulder, he bolts up. He doesn’t care about shoving Nott or Malfoy to the side in order to make his exit quicker. He walks up to the Gryffindor table and wastes no time pulling Freds’ arm off your shoulder and as far back as he can, making Fred gasp and shoot up in pain. Fred collects his things and runs out of the Great Hall.

Mattheo turns to you, as if this was your fault. He takes your hand, walking you out of the Great Hall as casually as he can. As soon as you’re out of view from your peers, he immediately pulls you into the nearest empty classroom. “Colloportus,” he says quickly to lock the doors.

“Okay, so now what did I do?” you say to Mattheo, sitting on top of one of the desks, ready for what was going to be said.

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

“What did you do? You’re joking right?” He looks at you like you’re missing the joke, “How do you think it makes me feel being known as the guy whose girlfriend is a slut?” He steps closer to you, making you close your legs. Typically Mattheo and you get fight but end up saying sorry in the same breath.“It’s embarrassing, having to watch you whore yourself out to all the boys in our year- scratch that, Weasley isn’t in our year.” He’s speaking to you like poison, something unknown.

You’re trying to hold back from yelling anything to him. Typically your words shoot to kill when you’re mad and you have a lot of regrets about that. However, he keeps going and his nagging voice is so annoying. “Yes! Of course I whore myself out to every guy because Merlin knows it’s more than 3 minutes with them!” Obviously you’re lying but it’s the heat of the moment and his words hurt.

He’s staring at you with such anger you’ve never seen before. He looks to the side of the locked room almost as if he was checking if anyone was around. He looks back into your eyes and you can’t find a single emotion. He takes a few steps back and says, “I wish I never asked you out.”

Your face falls, your heart is beating so fast and time freezes. You feel the tears, you can’t remember the last time you’ve cried but the next time will not be over a boy. You hurriedly collect all your things, “Well I wish I never met you,” you mumble, hopping off of the desk.

As you’re walking away he speaks out, “Don’t bother me again.” And with that you close the door and run away as fast as you can to your dorm.

-

Mattheo feels someone smack him on the back of the head, “You gotta stop with the staring,” Blaise said as he nods his head toward Snape. Mattheo realizes the class was almost over and his paper was completely empty. Not that this is any different, the guy never took notes.

Mattheo is biting his tongue, he’s not sure whether to turn to Blaise of all people for advice. He takes a deep breath, “I don't wanna lose her, I don't wanna lose this with her.”

“Then man up and do something because Merlin all of this staring and not showering thing is getting weird.” Blaise was right. He had to do something, he wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to say to you, but he knew it had to be soon.

“You’re right I should go talk to her, after class is over, right?” Mattheo says unconvincingly, he’s nervous and honestly it’s not just because he’s on the verge of getting detention by Snape.

“I’m saying you should talk to her after you shower,” Blaise says while keeping his eyes on Snape, trying to listen to what he was saying.

-

And so, after class ends, Mattheo runs to his dorm so he can take a shower so then after he can see you. You. He was so focused on what to say he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say. Or do. You should be in the library right now studying with your lab partner like you planned, not that Mattheo was stalking you or anything.

He starts making his way to the library when he hears your laugh down the corridor. This was not how he planned, you were supposed to be at the library and he was supposed to apologize where you couldn’t yell at him. He basically memorized an entire script he created in the shower.

He sees you turn the corner with Fred, laughing over what? He still doesn’t know. He’s beyond angry and the script is completely out of his mind. “Y/L!” He yells your name. Making you and Fred jump at the sudden noise, not knowing he was there. The look on your face makes him realize he needs to calm down.

You turn to where the familiar voice called your name, “Mattheo?” You almost step towards him with caution as you remember his last words.

But it's not what I meant, I'm sorry that I hurt you, I don't wanna lose this with you

He begins walking towards you, trying to forget all about Weasley. He’s staring into your eyes when he stops at an arm lengths distance. “Can we talk in private?”

You’re not sure if it’s good or bad but you automatically agreed. You just needed to be around him again. Your last conversation with him cannot be your last conversation.

You let Mattheo grab your hand as you turn to Fred, “I’m sorry, I’ll see you later okay?” And with that you feel Mattheo hold on tighter and pull you away faster into an empty classroom.

He locks the door and places a silencio spell on the room, who knows what will happen. It’ll be past curfew by the time you two finish this, he knows it and you do too. He turns to you and you’re standing in the middle of the room with your arms crossed.

He takes a step towards you and you don’t move, he sees that as a win. “I’m so so sorry.” He takes a deep breath along with another step. “I miss you like crazy. You’re all I could think about. I’m sorry for everything I said. I was insecure and I should trust that your relationship with Fred is nothing more than a friendship.” He takes one last step and with this his toes are almost touching yours. There’s nothing sexual about this, this couldn’t be more innocent. Yet, he’s so close to you, you can barely breathe.

You look into his eyes, “I miss you like crazy too. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt our relationship and I just need to say-”

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer, if that’s even possible. “Tell me that you're still mine. Tell me that we'll be just fine.” He’s staring into your eyes as he leans down with the biggest smile. The tips of your noses now touching and your face in his hands. “Even when I lose my mind.”

“I need to say-”

He wraps his right arm around your waist and places his left on the back of your neck. He interrupts you yet again with a kiss, hard and passionate, like he couldn’t wait for this moment. You wrap your arms around his torso in an attempt to push your chests closer. He slowly guides the kiss to a more gentle and slow moment. When you both pull away, he stares into your eyes and says, out of breath, “I need to say, I love you.”

You pull away with wide smile, “I love you.”

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I don’t hate it but I also don’t like it. I would like to start doing more ttpd/1989 but lover lyrics are just speaking to me :(

also remember requests are always open!

[halloweenbitch2764]

hi! it’s me again haha

i have an angst thing for you 👀

basically billy n stu with a reader who’s aromatic [the aro who can’t fall in love romantically] where they want to reciprocate the two guys feelings but they can’t

i love angst ;-; you can choose whether it’s an angst with comfort or without comfort at the end <33

i greatly appreciate you !

Glad to see you! Hopefully I made this angsty enough for you <3

Billy & Stu with an Aromantic Reader

You had been friends with the boys for a good while, having moved into town at the start of freshman year

Now you were in college

Over time they had *inevitably* grown feelings for you

You didn't notice any attempts at flirting, assuming they were just being your friends

They grew frustrated with your obliviousness

Soon you'd start receiving things like flowers, your favorite candy, stuffed animals, etc.

Classic romance-y shit

That's when it started to feel off

At the same time they became handsy

They never passed any boundaries but suddenly they seemed more touchy

Billy's hand on your waist, Stu's hand on your thigh

You didn't know what to do about it

Being aromantic had ruined friendships in the past when the other party would gain romantic feelings you couldn't return

You didn't want to lose them

You'd move away from their touches and make some excuse as to why you couldn't accept their gifts

You really didn't want to lose their friendship

You hated that you couldn't return it

They were great people (you hadn't known they were Ghostface during highschool)

It always lingered in the back of your mind

You almost felt broken

Why couldn't you feel romantic feelings?

YOU were the reason they'd leave you

It ate away at you and you started to distance from them

They couldn't end the friendship if you just left

You'd avoid where you knew they'd be, taking new routes just to avoid them

You blocked their numbers so they couldn't get ahold of you

It started to consume you

Something was wrong with you. People don't just not feel romantic feelings. Everyone does!

You had suffered with it your whole life

People weren't willing to believe you didn't feel romantic feelings and assumed you were lying to avoid going out with them

They'd get angry and bitter and then leave you

You walked down the hall towards your dorm when you saw them waiting outside your room

Your eyes widened and you turned on your heel to leave

"Hey Y/N!" Billy called

You kept your head down and kept walking at a quicker pace

Stu easily reached you and grabbed your shoulder as Billy soon caught up

"What?!" You asked angrily, tears welling up in your eyes

You weren't angry at them

"What do you mean what? You've been avoiding us like the plague!" Billy sounded irritated and exasperated

Stu looked like the felt the same, though more upset than anything

"Fine. You know what. You're going to leave me anyways. I don't want to date either of you. I can't actually!"

They looked confused at your outburst

"What do you mean, can't?" Stu questioned

"I don't feel romantic feelings. I don't get butterflies or whatever people talk about. I don't get all lovesick and shit. I guess I'm broken or some shit!" A couple tears escaped down your cheeks

Billy and Stu looked at each other

"Why would we leave because of that?"

"Everyone leaves when I don't return their feelings. Every fucking time." You sounded worn down

You were

"Well you're not broken. In fact I remember in highschool I talked to someone who said the same thing. Called themselves aromantic. Apparently it's more common than you think." Stu explained

You were confused

You had never met someone who was like you

You had always been the weird one, the odd one out

"Really?" Your voice sounded desperate with a pinch of hope

He nodded and Billy smiled

"We wouldn't leave you over something like that. You're still our best friend." Billy pulled you into a hug before Stu hugged you as well

You cried, your body not knowing how to react to such acceptance

"Why don't we go get ice cream? The place down the street is awesome from what I've heard." Stu said

So off to get ice cream you all went

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 31 of Whumptober 2024: Falling

No. 31: ASKING FOR HELP Therapy | Making Amends | “I’m alive, I’m just not well.” (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.)

AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.

Alva is a young biology teacher sent to work in a small town who ends up stranded on a strange island with his older fatherly colleague Sean after a fishing trip gone wrong.

This is a story that takes place the morning after Day 29.

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Falling

Alva turns in his deep dreamless sleep and his body finds out that the bed it is in is much narrower than what it is used to by falling off it.

As he feels the solid surface underneath him shift to air, he cries out instinctively in a panic, thinking he is about to drown. Instead, his body just hits the floor and he opens his eyes. His heart is racing, threatening to break through the rib cage.

He whimpers as he sits up leaning back against the bed with his legs spread out on the floor and tries taking deep breaths.

His mind clears quicker than his body can calm down. He does not like where this might be going.

"This better not become a regular thing... I would hate to wake up like this every day," he thinks.

Alva hears rapidly approaching footsteps from the outside. Fingers squeeze into the window crack he left before bed and slide it completely open. His colleague (and good friend) Sean leans inside with a look of worry written all over his face.

"What happened?! Are you alive, kid?"

His words are accompanied by mildly labored breathing and his face is a little red.

"I'm alive, I'm just not well," Alva confesses. "I fell and I thought I was going to drown... Like, I was still on that fucking boat."

"I'm sorry…"

Alva tries to get up but his legs are still shaking.

"Could you… help me get up, please?"

When he looks up Sean is not there. His heart sinks for a moment before he puts two and two together, that coming in through the window is neither easy, nor conventional. He waits, focusing on steadying his breathing, his body still reeling from the shock of the perceived near-death.

Sean opens the door and approaches him after a while putting his hand on Alva's shoulder. He is frowning and does not look him in the eyes.

"I am sorry I took you on that boat trip, kid," he sighs.

Sean has never brought it up during the 8 days out at sea. Neither did Alva, since he could not blame the man for a sudden storm, so why rub salt into the wounds? Sean has been so jolly most of this time, he thought it also did not bother him.

"No, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known." Alva reassures him as he is helped up onto the bed. "Don't worry about it. I do not blame you in the slightest, Sean."

"I understand. But it still sucks to be the accidental cause of all our troubles... even if I am not exactly to blame."

Sean sighs again combing through his white beard with his fingers. He looks so tired, suddenly. Nothing like his usual self.

"L-let's go have breakfast." Alva suggests, unsure how else to help him. "Maybe we can find something tasty to cheer ourselves up in the kitchen?"

"I've already eaten…" Sean confesses sheepishly, but then his eyes light up and he smiles again. "But I've never said no to a second breakfast!"

[ccieatchildren]

Whumpay 23 Day 4: Passing Out From Pain + Winged

TW: Wing Removal

Feathers slowly drifted down to the ground, covering the shiny wood flooring. Whumpee grunted as Whumper plucked out each one. 

“Do you understand why I’m doing this?” Whumper leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Yes, master. So I can’t fly away from you.” He tried to keep himself still, not wanting to anger the man.

“Correct,” he plucked another feather, “this pain will be good for you. It’ll teach you how to be stronger.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Whumpee may have not been here long, but he was a quick learner. He would much rather let go of his pride if it meant he received less pain. Pleasing Whumper also came with its perks. He had a place to stay, a soft bed, warm food, and no need to worry about money. Though, having to constantly be on his toes, share his bed with someone, eat with someone’s unyielding stare on him, and deal with torture when the other was in a mood, made him think it wasn’t very worth it.

“This is very tedious, don't you agree, pet?” Whumpee nodded absentmindedly, still pondering his situation here. “I think a permanent solution would be much better,” He moved his fingers into Whumpee’s hair, slowly petting him. “What do you think?”

“Whatever you think is best, master. You know much more than I do.” He closed his eyes, focussing only on the fingers running through his hair. 

“It’s good that you know your place, Whumpee. It would be frustrating to have to punish you constantly.” Whumper moved to grab something from behind him, one hand still in Whumpee’s hair. “For this, I’ll make things much easier for the both of us, understand dear?” The hand in his hair moved to sit on his shoulder.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good.” 

A shrill scream pierced the air of the room as Whumper made the first incision. Blood poured from the junction of his wings and his back, staining the floor.

“Shhhh,” Whumper’s grip was firm on his shoulder, and no matter how much Whumpee struggled, he could not get out of the man’s grip. 

“PLEASE! Please! Stop! It hurts!” Whumper paid his cries no heed, continuing his work in separating his wings from his body.

“I thought you said you understood, pet.” The knife cut another sinew of muscle off the man’s back, “there is no reason for you to keep these. They are only a nuisance for the both of us.” There was another scream as the blade moved forward again. “Now, be good and sit still, I don’t want you ruining this.”

Whumpee flailed again, trying to hit the tool from the man’s grasp. Moving the handle of the knife down, Whumper hoped to keep it out of Whumpee’s range, but it only put it in the direct range of the winged man’s movement. 

The knife was slapped away, dragging a deep line on his back. It created a diagonal from the middle of where his wing met his skin to half’s foot under his right wing.

“You ungrateful wench!” He hit the back of Whumpee’s head in a fit of rage, increasing Whumpee’s wooziness. “I was trying to make it as clean as possible,” there was a squelch as Whumper pulled the blade out from its grove, “but you must make things so difficult.” Whumpee whimpered, now keeping quiet. 

The quick change from the calm “caring” man to the enraged annoyed kidnapper gave Whumpee whiplash, but it was a good reminder of who he was really with. No matter how much he let himself be walked over or submitted, Whumpee was never safe, he could not crack the code that was Whumper.

Whumper continued his previous ministrations, however, now he was quicker and less careful with his cuts. In his uncaring attitude, he nicked the man under him many times. Whumpee had tried to be quiet, but as time moved on, and the pain increased, he couldn’t shove his screams back down his throat.

As the blade sliced through the flesh over and over, the hall was filled with the screeches and moans of a man in pain, and the floor was flooded with the red of a wound left open for too long.

���We’re almost done with this one,” Whumper leaned closer, “I do not want the same trouble with the next one. Understand?”

Whumpee didn’t say anything, head lolling to the side, unable to keep himself up. The agony was too great, he was dizzy and couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of his wing peeling away from his back.

“Hmph, very well. For your sake I’ll take that as a yes.” Giving his shoulder one last hard squeeze, Whumper made the final cut through the main nerve.

Whumpee let out one last earth-shattering scream before slumping over. He couldn’t feel anything on his left side anymore and yet, at the same time, it hurt more than anything ever had before. He could barely describe it, it was like something had decided to claw a hole in his back, and wasn’t stopping, which, he supposed, was partly true. 

He lifted his arm, trying to reach a shaking hand over to touch his back, but it quickly fell limp to his side like the rest of him. Whumpee collapsed, folding into himself. His eyes closed and he let the sweet escape of darkness take over him. 

Whumper pulled him back up, supporting body himself. He aimed the knife to the other wing, “well I supposed this will make things easier for the next one.” 

[rosenongrata]

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. I ALMOST CRIED OVER THIS LOLOL :(... pls appreciate Thems™... i love them very much...wahhhhh

This morning is particularly foggy today, the Iudex notes while staring out the window. It isn't quite cold enough to frost the glass, but the fog is certainly thick enough that it obscures much of the cityscape. His lilac, slitted eyes stare back down at his crisp cup of water—this one right from Mondstadt. He can barely detect a sweet fragrance from it, giving him a little more energy than he thinks he needs. Is there sugar in here? How strange…

While pondering the genuine nature of this water, Lepus slinks into the kitchen. With silent steps, they walk up behind him where he sits at the small polished table. One hand props his head up as the other holds the pristine glass cup. With golden eyes running up and down his form, they notice the rather taut muscles in his bare back.

He must be so stressed, the bunny thinks before trotting up to him and looping their arms around his neck. While they nuzzle the fluff of his unbrushed hair, he visibly jolts when touched. He's quick to relax, at least, allowing his small lover to continue stuffing their face in his white locks.

Turning to the side, his legs shifting to rest over the side of the polished wooden chair, he notices something…peculiar.

…Are they wearing his shirt?

He blushes at the very thought. When it dawns on him that it is, in fact, his shirt from last night, his whole face turns pink.

Lepus notices this, of course, they can almost feel the heat coming from him. While they don't tease him about it, they plant a sweet, chaste kiss on his burning cheek. With laden eyes, they watch him carefully. His expression proceeds to turn from embarrassed to flustered and surprised. He clears his throat several times, giving the small bunny ample time to speak first,

"Your shoulders are so tight… Will you let me give you a massage?" Their hands drag from looping around his neck to rest on his very tight shoulders, their thumbs idly rubbing his warm skin. "It'll help, I promise." They whisper, their voice only half-unintentionally soft from sleepiness.

"I—" He sputters, losing his normal cool, collected composure. It seems to happen too often around them. "…Go ahead." He gives in, his voice small as he turns back around to allow them better access to his back.

As his eyes flutter shut, he immediately hisses at the pain that shoots through his body from the massage. He never realized he was ever quite this tense and knotted. If he had to be honest, he thought he was totally fine.

…It turns out he deluded himself into believing that.

"I'm sorry it hurts, but your shoulders are very knotted and taut. You should try meditation on your breaks." They recommend, voice sweet as the water he was drinking earlier. "Or… At least let me give you massages regularly."

"Alright, I will…think about it—ACK!" He yelps in pain and surprise, his deep voice cracking as his shoulders tighten. "I did not think a simple massage could be quite this painful…" He sighs, a cool feeling running down his body like a waterfall—relaxation following shortly after.

"It happens when you don't take care of yourself, Neuvi." They inform, their smile thin with worry. "I know you have a busy and tough life, but your poor body needs good treatment like everyone else."

"You…you are right." He shakes his head before pivoting his neck to the side to glance at them. Seeing them smile makes him smile.

"By the way… Braid your hair before you sleep." They advise, eyes pinching closer together with their smile when their gazes meet.

"…Why?" He blinks, losing his sweet smile quicker than Lepus' appreciates.

"It lessens the likelihood of nasty knots and matting in your pretty, fluffy hair!" They grin.

He chuckles, his smile returning to his pale features.

"You quite like my hair, hm?"

"Yes. It'd be a shame to cut it all off because someone didn't take care of it."

"Ah…" He murmurs, "You are right, as in all matters of the body…hair included."

"Hehe," They snicker before pressing sugary sweet kisses to his shoulders, and soon, his neck. "You're so much happier than you let on…"

"Hmm…" He hums, "Only because of you, Mon Chéri."

"Huh?! Me?! N-No… That's…that's not quite right."

"Why wouldn't it be?" He retorts.

"Uhm… Because I'm me…?"

"Do not put yourself down, Lepus." He rises to his full height, towering over his tiny lover. His hands move to their face, thumbs brushing along the fullness of their cheeks. "You are a shimmering ray of sunshine on a cloudy day."

Their eyes immediately begin to water, causing him a big fright. He hushes them with a slender finger to their lips, and his own expression dampens. He didn't mean to make them cry, they're the last person he'd ever desire to hurt.

"I… It's been a long time since I've heard anyone tell me something like that…" They sniffle as he brushes away their tears.

"Truly?" He sighs, "What a shame… You are a wonderful person, Lepus, your heart is made of gold. Perhaps something even more beautiful and rarer." He smiles down at them, hands dancing their way to their bunny ears to pet them. It helps them relax in times like these, or so they've told him.

Their face turns bright pink while their golden gaze glues to the floor.

"Hah, how cute…" He murmurs.

With swift arms, he hoists them up into the air—snug against his chest as he carries them. He sighs happily, smiling at them with nothing short of pure joy.

"You make me truly happy, Lepus." He whispers, craning his head down to brush his lips against their plush cheek. "Never forget that."

"And never forget, that no matter the time of day after you leave this world, I will watch the skies for your return."

[iriswestallenn]

The final season of Ted Lasso wasn't good

Long Post Warning

In my opinion of course, it was just wasn't very good and the finale was bad.

They didn't know what to do with Keeley. Her friend, Shandy, didn't add anything. Her relationship with Jack was stupid. Jack fucking with Keeley's business didn't matter because it was resolved in one episode thanks to Rebecca. Then they decided to make the love triangle a thing again. We'll come back to that later.

Nate lmao you can forgive people. They don't need to bend the knee or buy you flowers for you to forgive them or to prove they are worthy of forgiveness. All they need to do is show they've changed, grown, and learned from their mistakes. The problem with Nate is not that they ALL forgave his slimy ass. The problem is we never see the change. He cries to his dad, he gets a gf, he realizes Rupert is an asshole. We spend no time with Nate being worthy of forgiveness to THE RICHMOND TEAM. He gets the girl and he's cured of his asshole-ness. The girl in question btw? Bland. No personality, we don't know why they like each other. The end.

Sam and Zava. Nonsense. Colin's storyline was cool. I like that he didn't want to be an out player because he didn't want to be the spokesperson for that or for that to be his main identity. A good amount of time was spent on that story and I liked it (see I can like things) but the same can't be said for Sam and Zava. They gave Sam a racism storyline which resulted in his restaurant getting vandalized and the end. No, wait, I'm sorry! Sam is gonna keep shattered glass in the restaurant as a reminder of the criminal act because... believe??? Never mind that could injure the guests, we're an inspirational show people we gotta keep inspiring! All Zava did was get Jamie to want to be better. That's it. So much of Zava should have been cut, oh my god.

Ted. Who? Barely in the final season. Apparently has had panic attacks since his father passed away and his mom knew and just ignored them? Episode 3 (I think) Ted reached for alcohol and we just skated past that. I have no idea how Ted is doing lmao if he's "obviously" doing well, I couldn't tell you how he got there. We got so many fucking shots of his therapist during the finale. More than we did the entirety of season 3. Oh well I guess hope he's happier back home

Maybe I'm being dramatic but Beard and his gfs relationship came off super toxic but they're married now so who cares I guess

Rebecca spent the whole show obsessed with Rupert and when we finally got away from that, surprise! She wants kids. Okay... sure. It's not easy to get over a man you loved who treated you like shit and who you felt robbed you of so many years. I'm not saying she should have gotten over it quicker. I just feel disappointed this was her whole story. There could have been so much more for Rebecca but instead all we got was her getting back at her ex and finding a new man on a boat and kids and blah blah blah

Roy and Jamie. My favorite part of the season. Jamie's arc was excellent and the actor did a fantastic job. Brett Goldstein is also great and has been at this acting/writing thing since 2005! I am so happy he finally got this huge show. Roy is such a cool fucking character. Too bad they went to shit in ONE EPISODE. Okay, I'm being a bit dramatic, I'm glad Roy went to therapy in the end there but that bar scene irritated me. - Actually we fucked last month. - Well that video was sent to me! What the fuck??? Gross gross gross. They put Keeley back in the love triangle and then gave no real resolution? She chose herself? Okay. Can we get a scene of her realizing both these dudes need to work on themselves and she doesn't want either of them ever again or? No? We're just gonna shut the door? Oh okay.

Overall, I'm just disappointed. I know no one will read this but Ted Lasso was a comfort show for me at one point. It premiered in 2020 when we all needed something wholesome and funny. Shame it couldn't stick the landing for me.

[emilyyyy-08]

Goodbye Attack on Titan

(sorry for the long post!)

I finally watched the dub for the final episode today, concluding my Attack on Titan journey. This show has been dear to me ever since I started the first episode and I formed great emotional attachment to all the characters quicker than any other show I've seen.

I started watching around maybe two years ago, starting on just my iPad screen. I watched every episode on that iPad until I hit the middle of season three and realized, "hey, this show is getting really intense, I need to watch it on the TV." And that started those days where I would stay in my living room and watch as much as I possibly could until my Dad got home. I eventually moved down to my basement and watched as much as I could since it was such an addicting show.

I started the fourth season, lights off, warm blankets, snacks, almost every other day. I couldn't get enough of the show, the characters, the story, and the action. One day I realized that I watched every episode in season four except for the first special. I decided to save that for the next day and I had no regrets. I will always remember seeing that episode for the first time and having intense goosebumps whenever something dramatic happened. I will never forget when I cried for 10 minutes straight over Hange's death and still being sad about it for a while (it still hurts).

I finished everything. I just had to wait for the final episode. But, I just had to have someone to talk to about this show with. So, I got my mom hooked on the show. This started my second watch of the whole show, but in dub. It started out rough, she didn't enjoy it as much until the battle of trost arc. After that, she was hooked on the show like me.

I gave her the first watch experience I never got to have, on the big screen. We watched every episode and almost every ova together until we had to wait for the first special to get dubbed. The wait was painful, but it finally came. The day the final episode was released for the sub version, me and my mom decided to just watch it then since we needed to see the ending. We turned off the lights, got comfortable, cried, and cried, and cried some more. We never slept so well after that.

And that makes it to today. We had the exact same setup as always. Lights off, blankets, snacks, and of course, we cried. We sat down and watched the entire episode with the cast we quickly grew to love. It was tough letting go for her, and it was even harder for me to let go of the characters I grew deep connections with.

This show made me realize, the more you get connected to the characters, the harder it is to let go. And I don't think I'll ever be able to let go. This show did not just make me realize that I can cry for hours over fictional characters, but it made me realize how quickly stories can change without you realizing it.

Goodbye Attack on Titan.

Dedicate your heart.

[ahereticatoll]

0- introduction

i had my first cigarette on the Saturday Night of Leeds Festival. it was a cold, august night and blink 182 was in the middle of all the small things. i had sat down at the back of the crowd as i had fucked up my leg in a mosh pit that afternoon. the cigarette was one dashed away from a random passerby, still lit. i dragged it and i felt like it was a dawning of a new me. i had had my first vape the evening before, mind you. fast forward two, three months and i have developed a crippling addiction to nicotine and a burgeoning love for weed. i probably have the gene for addiction within me, as my father, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, aunt, uncles, cousins all have nicotine addictions, two dying from it. this is the great irony of me, i have all this context of how crippling addiction is and i just continue.

it was around this time where i had my last girlfriend for the time being, she was slightly younger and from finland. it was purely online as i had lost all my 'mojo' following 2 bad breakups in december 2023 and july 2024. ever since them, and my split from this finnish girl, i promised myself that i would never love someone deeply, i will commit myself to the hedonistic parts of my hypersexuality, to meet people and not love them, just sleep with them. its not worked, ever, but its good to have boundaries. my sexuality is one of the great unanswered questions of life, as it seems to be constantly waving like water in a sink. i flip from straight to bi to gay to pan to aro to gay again quicker than a coin, but i never land. as of right now i find myself defining myself with an uncommon label- homoromanticism. in my life i have found that i can have attraction to all genders but i can only catch feelings for boys (the 3 people i have ever cried over were all boys- ill introduce them all when its called for).

for what its worth, to those around me my official label doesn't matter, i'm just a faggot.

i want to preface too that i am not as good a person as a first person pov may make me seem. it is natural for someone who is speaking of themself to make themself seem more sympathetic, but please don't. i'm not a person i think is deserving of sympathy.

finally, i will explain the title of this blog, something i want to write as a concrete work once my feelings are catalogued, an unwanted autobiography. i came up with the concept of A Heretic Atoll while reading the liner notes of hail to the thief by radiohead, and it came up. i see it representing where i live, a place that, within the outskirts, lays the hedonism that i see myself being a part of. we are all heretics, me and my friends, even if we don't show it. we all have things about us that make us heretics in the eyes of conservatives- gender identity, sexuality, actions, addictions, all making us heretics circling the waters of the city i call home. i hate this place, i want to escape, but i cannot help but feel like i love it. i love the feeling that this city gives me- the borderline northern identity.

this will all get personal, so i will change every name, but every word is true, at least to me.

[gascon-en-exil]

Happy Octopath Day! Have any fun headcanons for your favorite characters?

I was unaware of the Octopath Day thing until I checked Twitter this morning. But it's cute, 8/8 and all.

I'll stick to Osvald and Partitio here since those are the two I've been working with the most. I would do Papp and Roque as well, but I'm in the middle of writing a fic centering around them and don't want to spoil anything. I'll also try not to spoil any future plans I might have for my main two here...or rehash stuff I've already written in my published fics, for that matter. That said, most of this is still going to be in the context of my own fic continuity rather than strictly adhering to canon. I imagine no one reading this will mind.

Osvald knows how to dress and act in fashionable urban society purely from careful observation, although he has no actual care for social rules and will generally do only the bare minimum required of him. This does at least help him when he's on dates with a crossdressing Partitio.

Partitio, like his father, subscribes to a kind of loose folk worship of Bifelgan although neither have ever participated in organized religion. Partitio however is a bit more inclined to believe in the gods after hearing the story Osvald told during his proposal (rather ironically, since Osvald himself remains a devoted skeptic even after having literally conjured a piece of the Sacred Flame with his lover).

Osvald bottomed once during his university days, but found the sensation uncomfortable and has never wanted to since. At most he might allow Partitio to rim him, though more as an indulgence than as something he'd genuinely enjoy. However, seeing as I've made Osvald extremely hairy all over...Partitio would either be really into that or really not into that. I do have an idea for how I can get Partitio to top in one of my stories, but he won't be topping Osvald.

Tornadoes are common in the Wildlands, with Oresrush being approximately analogous to parts of the US that get them often. Because of experiences with them during his youth, Partitio isn't fond of wind magic which half explains his element switch compared to the OT merchant job.

Osvald knows that Roque is attracted to him, and also that Papp is psychosexually threatened by him in a "your son calls me daddy too" sense. I intend to use the former for a comic scene in my upcoming fic, but the latter would so complicated for anyone to entangle that they're all just going to have to live with Papp being quicker to think badly of Osvald than he otherwise would.

Despite the above, Partitio hasn't been quick to jump on the daddy kink angle with Osvald. I had him trying to minimize the age gap early on in my first fic, and at this point he'd probably be too embarrassed to bring it up unless Osvald nudged him in that direction. I'm not planning to write that...but if I do I'm going to have to get weird with it to fit in with all the other stuff I pile on these two. Like, Osvald seriously buying into Solistian!Freudian theory and believing that Partitio is attracted to his own father and needs to work out those feelings through him levels of weird.

In line with his struggles with empathizing with the perspectives of others, I could see a hypothetically heterosexual Osvald recommending, as what he considers friendly advice, that Partitio get his homosexuality "cured" through any number of 19th century pseudoscientific treatments, ex. electroshock. Mercifully I made Osvald bi right from the start, so Partitio never had to deal with any of that.

I believe I've made Partitio cry about half a dozen times across two fics, which seems excessive except that I think he's the only one of the OT2 travelers who ever cries in canon so it does kind of fit him. As with his incredibly hesitant use of the word "love," I'm saving up Osvald crying for an appropriately big moment.

Someone (probably Roque) will make a joke at some point about how ironic/appropriate it would be if, in a family composed entirely of queer men, Elena grew up to be a lesbian. Partitio is wholly supportive of this idea, but Osvald is weirdly indignant and will have to be told to get over himself.

Osvald will eventually come up with the magical equivalent of batteries, which may or may not expand into Partitio & Roque eventually bringing widespread electrical power to the world.

After both of his fathers have died - Papp dying when his age is a multiple of eight, because that's his backstory gimmick - Partitio will be faced with Osvald trying to talk to him about the very likely possibility that he'll survive his older lover by a number of years. This will upset Partitio considerably and possibly throw him into a state of denial, but he'll eventually come around to accepting it with Osvald and Elena's help.

Regardless of the proposed plan at the end of my second fic, I don't seriously see Osvald and Partitio adopting additional children. Both of them would be very happy with just Elena, and Partitio prefers to look at the bigger picture. He'd probably pour funding into whatever orphanages he can find and help out that way. That still doesn't stop him from fantasizing about getting bred and knocked up though.

Somewhat related, but while I have no plans currently to ever get Osvald and Partitio over to Toto'haha...if they ever do get there they're going to have kinky beastling sex because everyone loves the hunter job turning the characters into furries so they can have kinky beastling sex. It's like a canonical build your own Omegaverse!

[shiroi---kumo]

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. There is a voice echoing in the halls and he recognizes it as Pilvi's small human but there is a concern in his voice that is unsettling. Revon has left, and Sielu is with Valo at his last count. So he's moving a little quicker through the halls to get to him only for his gaze to fill up with the sight of Pilvi's small human and an even smaller one yet. He says he found Ed, the kid, he calls and it must have been the boy that Pilvi had mentioned looking for in the past.

The child looks confused and alone and a total mess. He's dirty and his hair is tangled and he looks like it's been some time since he ate properly. It's good they found him. The man of pink is adjusting his glasses as he approaches and looks to the pair with raised brows.

"Ah - tervetuloa takaisin - this is - the boy that Pilvi was looking for? But - where's Pilvi?"

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He doesn't remember Pilvi being this heavy but he also has to carry the boy and the Maken. He knows better than to leave it behind because even if it wasn't The Holy Blade, the image of Usva bringing Pilvi into his classroom in a panicked fit will never leave his mind. He remembers the feeling of his blood running cold at the sight of it.

He can remember his brother laying this boy down on his couch in such a cold and lifeless state which was the exact opposite of the babbling man that was resting against his back with his arms over his shoulders.

"Chu think we can take a nap when we get home?" The man of white sounds. "Opettaja is going to be so happy to see you. He's going to cry so much. But I mean he'll happy cry. He already cries so much. He's been so sad. I try to cheer him up but nothing works but he's seen bad stuff and I don't know how to make it not scary for him."

And all he can do is nod as he continues to walk. It's all he's been able to do for however many years he's been stuck in this hell. That's been the only option left avaliable to him. To just keep walking. Walking, running or sliding out of the way of danger. He's seen villages completely destroyed by monsters. He's watched supporters of a strange place called Gaudium burn towns to the ground for speaking out against someone they called the Earl and in the process of all this - he's gained more than his fair share of blood on his hands.

He couldn't stand by and watch these people die when they did nothing wrong but more over when he saw those posters go up on every building and job board within the whole of this place- something about Gaudium officials looking for Pilvi and the Black Wind and if they were looking for Pilvi then they could probably give him more information about just why they would do such a thing.

He can't say he's proud of how many men he's tortured, but if it got him the information he needed to find his family then he'd do whatever it took. If these fuckers were willing to burn towns down to the ground then he couldn't take the chance on what they would do to his nephew. He couldn't risk Pilvi just to spare himself stains on his own soul. So he'd stain himself red if that was what it took to spare that boy any sort of agony.

"Setä I love you so much. I'm so happy you're here. I missed you so much." And he can feel the boy rubbing his horns against the back of his head as he continues to walk. He's jostling the body of white around a little to redistribute his weight against his back but he really doesn't remember Pilvi being this heavy and every step has his legs feeling like lead.

"I love you too, Wisp but I need you to be quiet okei? Can you do that for me? Can you play a game of quiet?"

"I don't want to play any games right now. I want to purr on you."

And his heart shatters to pieces at his nephew's words even if the boy isn't even coherent enough to understand what he just said. The prince is leaning forward to loosely sling his arms over the elder's shoulders as he tries to press himself to his Uncle as closely as possible before he starts purring loudly.

He can drown himself in his thoughts with this. This is fine. This is familiar. This is torture. He doesn't have the time to talk to Helakan right now, even if he can see him hovering just out of the corner of his eye.

I'm keeping my promise dammit, so you don't need to come pester me right now, Isoveli.

All he can do is walk. He can't listen to Pilvi. He can't break focus. He can't pay attention to how hungry he is and he can't focus on how dry his throat is. He's starving and he can't remember the last time he had a proper meal. He's been living off scraps for weeks and whatever else he could get his hands on. The rewards from the bounties weren't enough to keep a proper meal in his belly and sugar - he couldn't remember - he's positive the only reason he has the strength for this right now is born of his pure stubbornness.

It's the only reason he's still here.

He promised his brother he would watch over his boys if anything happened to him so by Tiamat's grace he would be the best kummisetä he could be and he promised Sielu he would be right behind him. He might be who knows how many years late but that loser has all rights to sock him one when they get there. He couldn't stop. He couldn't stop walking for any reason no matter what.

He was so close. So close to -

There is green in his vision. Green and deep blue and it can't be. His eyes are playing tricks on him again. That green is running - no - flying his direction.

"Sinfonia!!!!"

A shiver rushes down his spine at the sound of his own name. A voice so familiar he'd forgotten what it sounded like in all these years.

"Sinfonia!! My Liege!!"

He's closing in on them, and crossing the space between himself and the other body he doesn't recognize right now as his eyes start to blur out.

"Vi!! Vi!! Vii!!!" Pilvi is making a fuss on his back again as the arms slung over his shoulders start to reach for the incoming mass of blue and green.

"Revon I swear to fuck you better be real."

He stumbles just as the knight reaches them only to catch them both and stop them from tumbling to the ground. And he's being brought up to shaking legs only to see the sight of a giant of a man with deep red hair - dressed in black - the Windarian, come to stand at their sides.

He growls on instinct at the sight of him taking a step back only to stumble again.

"Why's a Windarian here and -" He's growling deeper, letting whatever mist that still exists in his lung flow out from behind his teeth when Bahamut's bastard dares take a step closer to him.

"Give me White Cloud." He sounds in a low booming sort of voice that doesn't bring him any sort of comfort but it only causes the smallest man of the group to back away entirely.

"Don't fucking touch him." The Silencer hisses while his grip tenses. He'll surrender him to Revon but no one else and especially not this beas-

Revon doesn't have time to explain as he watches orange eyes haze over and nearly roll all the way back into the musician's head as the younger collapses to the ground. Again, it's all he can do to catch both of them and he's sighing as he sorts out the mess. He doesn't have the strength to carry them both with his still healing injuries.

"Can you - "

"Give me White Cloud."

He doesn't like the idea of letting the other man carry his Liege but the boy seems to only curl up into the gunman's hold as he finds himself in a quick slumber. He hasn't seen the man do anything wretched the prince and he's right here if he decides to get smart.

So the knight is gathering the only other member of royal blood up into his own arms so they can start their trek back to the Comodeen.

The Aurorean sighs looking down at the mess of a man in passed out in his arms now.

"Sleep now Sinfonia, we'll handle it now. You did more than enough."

He sighs when Ed tenses next to him.

Not the best analogy for the situation, but there's unfortunately not much time to dwell. Even if Kaze's already on it, the others need to know.

Not that Pilvi can't handle himself, of course, but... well. Wonderland is Wonderland.

The walk back to the Comodeen is a short one, made in relative silence other than the dirt that crunches underfoot and the occasional sound of some creature. He's greeted and let in just as fast, but instead of a happy welcome, he's practically dragging himself through the mud and chewing on his bottom lip.

"Here we are. The Comodeen."

The knife sinks into her shoulder before a gloved hand grabs hold of her neck in the same instance. Its heat makes her shake in his grasp as it spreads down her arm and up her spine, breaths coming out in sharp, angry hisses.

What a brat. She doesn't listen to what he says, doesn't pay attention. Why should she when she could plan how to make him pay? Him and her little bird.

She'll have them all someday and there won't be a damn thing they can do about it.

She just needs to wait.

"Hello?" he calls, voice carrying down the hallway where the others' rooms are.

Sielu will be hard to lure out, but Aamunkoitto might come. It won't be easy to tell either of them.

"I'm back... We found Ed - the kid - and I have to tell you guys something. And then maybe make him a space."

[peqchsoup]

and/or prompt 39 for tangerine x reader please? 👀👀👀

Anything for my fave <3

Lol I said I would post this last night and then I just didn't so here it is now

PS. It hasn't been proofread so ignore any mistakes :)

I Can't Stand You

Tangerine x reader

Rated M

CW: lots of swearing, mentions of death, reader is an assassin

You were supposed to be on holiday.

You thought that you would get the train from Tokyo to Kyoto and finish your two-week holiday in the once-capital of Japan to visit traditional Buddhist temples and relax.

Which is why, when you were reading your book, you were startled to see a man with a bucket hat and glasses sitting across from you.

"Hey. Hey!" He called to get your attention. You looked over the top of your book to see him leaning in close to you.

"Can I help you?" You could tell he was American. Bloody Americans.

"Listen, I'm hiding from this, like, crazy British guy and he's gonna come this way so could you help me out and just wear my hat, coat and glasses?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Uhh, I have, uh," he started going through his wallet, "two hundred bucks. Is that enough?"

You thought for a moment and sighed, two hundred dollars to sit in another guy's coat. You've done worse for less.

"Fine." "Yes!"

"Can I ask why you're hiding from some British guy?"

"Well I took something that him and his brother want and I don't even think they're related but people keep calling them twins, they're definitely not twins-"

"Hang on," You interrupted his rambling by holding your finger up to shush him, "twins you say?"

He looked confused, "Uh, yeah. But like I said, I don’t think they're-"

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Do these twins happen to go by fruity names?"

"Yeah?"

"Lemon and Tangerine?"

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"I'm an old friend, shall we say?"

"Oh shit-"

"No no no, don't worry! Anything to piss Tangerine off, I'm on board. I'm still taking the money, though."

The man let out a heavy sigh of relieve, shoving off his jacket for you to put on yourself, before handing you his accessories.

"Thank you, again, for this!" He cried and then ran off to hide. You continued reading, quite excited to see Tangerine again. You and the twins weren't necessarily out to kill each other, you were just rivals. There was the time in Russia where you took down a political meeting of 9 people, and then the twins turned up ready to go in all guns blazing, only to be faced by you sitting comfortably in the chair at the top of the table with your feet propped on the table. There was the time in London where you had to steal a hand-sized cross that was worth millions more than you and you slipped it out from under the twins' noses. Watching them freak out from afar made that job your favourite. The twins weren't your biggest fans because you were always quicker, always smoother, always one step ahead. Lemon was never as easy to wind up, but Tangerine's temper was so short, it wouldn't take much for him to flip out, and nothing brightened your day more.

"Alright, game's up. Where's the case? Tell me and I'll only shoot you-" You placed your book down and turned to face Tangerine, not realising how close his face would be to yours.

"Tangerine!"

"Oh fuckin' hell"

"Long time, no see, bud. How's it going? How's Lemon?"

"Everything's fucking fantastic."

Tangerine grabbed you by the collar and pulled you towards the gangway and into the tiny train bathroom. He closed the door behind him and backed you against the wall.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"The guy."

"What guy?"

"The guy who made you wear his fucking glasses! Where is he?"

"Oh, him! I don't know."

"I can't fucking stand you, do you know that?" "I figured." "You're always in the fucking way. I can't take a single step without your big mouth already being there." "You think about my mouth? That's weird."

"No, I don't think about your mouth."

"Well that's what you made it sound like."

"Well I didn't mean it that way." "Does that mean you fancy me?"

"What?"

"Do you think about my mouth because you fancy me?"

"Will you just shut the fuck up for two fucking minutes!"

You leaned against the wall, eyes wide,  slightly stunned at the volume of his little outburst. He turned to face the door, locked it, and turned back to face you. You took a few steps forward but before you could say anything, Tangerine grabbed your face in both of his hands and pressed his lips against yours, walking you backwards until your back hit the wall. Your tongues met and fireworks went off in your head. Tangerine's hands were everywhere: your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your hips. He didn't want to leave any part untouched. Your hands simply found his hair and settled there for the duration of the kiss. You pulled away for air, both panting in each other's faces. You pulled one of your hands out of his hair to cradle his cheek.

You smirked, "I thought you couldn't stand me." Tangerine let out a breathy laugh, "I can't," and leaned down to kiss you again.

NB: Requests are open!!

[lalal-99]

My internet apparently flaked and I don't now if my message reached you. So , sending it again

after sending the drabble request, I realised you don't write for I.N. if u r uncomfortable writing for him, you can write for Changbin.

The prompts again are 140,167 and 129

129. “That wasn’t my name you just cried when you came. So, who the fuck is he/she?” 140. “Are you flirting with me right now?” 167. “Is that my shirt?”

Changbin x afab!reader | regular hookup to relationship | smut and a lot of swearing | overstimulation | 1.5k words

Synopsis: When the guy you’ve been sleeping with for three months still refers to you as ‘a friend’ there is only so much you can do about it. Maybe screaming the wrong name during sex isn’t the smartest way to go, though.

Note: This is just pure filth. Enjoy ;)

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When you first started seeing Changbin, everything was in good fun. Neither of you seemed too involved in the whole situation - you, for one, were just in it for the sex. And, honestly, who can blame you? It doesn’t happen every day that you meet someone who knows his way around a female body the way Changbin does.

It was only after spending two full weeks at his place - about three months into this thing you had gotten caught up in - that you started doubting the nature of this previously no-strings-attached relationship.

Coming over for an amazing hour each night was one thing. But staying the night and most of the day at a guy’s place, cooking dinner together, and going grocery shopping, definitely fell out of the norm for ‘just a hookup’.

At least for you, it did. Apparently, Changbin had a whole different name for your situation.

“Ah! My little Changbinnie has a new girlfriend. I’m happy to meet you, dear.”  

Admittedly, running into his neighbour - an older, grey-haired woman - in the hallway was unplanned. All you had wanted was to go over to your place so that you could get some clean clothes for the next couple of days. And when Changbin escorted you outside like the gentleman he was, there she suddenly was - all smiles and calling you his girlfriend. Which, honestly, wouldn’t have been too bad had he not reacted in the worst way possible.

“No, Mrs Cho. Just a friend. "

Just a friend? He surely didn’t get blowjobs every night from any of his other friends.

That night, you didn’t come back, making up some fake excuse about an assignment you had totally forgotten about. Later that evening, when you met up with your best friend, you pondered for hours about how to react and what to do about it.

That was when you came up with this ridiculous idea.

It took you a couple of hours to make up your mind about whether you should do something so dangerous - cruel even. But you needed to do something, and after coming up with this devious plan, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Frankly, you were also pretty curious how Changbin would react.

So, there you were the following day, holding on to dear life below Changbin as he worked your spine into his soft mattress, screaming a made-up name as you reached your peak.

“Fuck! Jimin!”

“What?”

The second you opened your mouth, you already regretted ever coming up with an idea so absurd. Though, it was already too late. Changbin stopped every single one of his movements on top of you, causing you to fall from your high quicker than usual.

“What did you just say?”

“I- I didn’t say anything.”

You had never been a good liar, and when he pulled out of you, the duvet hugging his tight upper body, you just knew your face was as red as a tomato.

“Don’t you lie to me, y/n! That sure as hell wasn’t my name you just cried when you came. So, who the fuck is he?”

Had Changbin not been furious at that moment, his narrow eyes drilling holes into your skin, you would have swooned over his jealousy. After all, knowing that he could get jealous over you screaming someone else’s name meant that you indeed weren’t just a friend to him.

“It’s no one,” you explained, sitting up in his bed. Changbin’s brow furrowed as he looked at you in a mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt. “It was just a prank. God, I’m so stupid. I didn’t mean to- but Yuqi-” You were stumbling over your own words, so you took a quick second to catch your breath before reaching out to touch his cheek. “You called me a friend in front of your neighbour yesterday, so Yuqi and I came up with a plan make you jealous because we’re obviously not just friends . It was just a stupid prank. I’m so sorry.”

“A prank?” Changbin assured himself as you nodded. You felt bad for him as you hadn’t expected him to be hurt by your dumb plan. Though, the look of relief after finding out that you weren’t seeing anyone else was quickly overshadowed by a different side of him. “So, you think it’s okay to scream another man’s name while I make you come? Maybe it’s time for me to teach you a lesson.”

In only two quick motions, Changbin had forced you to lay back down, his hands keeping your legs in place as he made his way further down your body. You were still pretty much coming down from your previous orgasm as you felt his tongue push between your folds, licking a thick stripe up until he reached your clit. He flicked it before sucking it between his lips, causing your back to arch against his grip.

“How about I make you come until you get it right? How does that sound?” As Changbin’s teeth nibbled at your nub, a broken whimper left your lips, causing him to chuckle against your crotch. “That’s what I thought.”

While his tongue ran up and down your slit, spreading your previous release as well as his saliva all over your still sensitive area, you tried wiggling out of his grip. You should have known that while he was usually being gentle when it came to sex, the muscles he was training every possibility he got could do more than open a glass of pickles. As his fingers were digging into the skin of your thighs, you could barely move a centimetre away from his merciless mouth.

Your hands went to Changbin’s hair, pulling at the strands to get him to stop, though it was to no avail. He was set on getting you off again, and there was nothing you could do about it other than take it.

Soon your body was shaking below him, quivering with every move he made as wet sounds filled the room. Had you not laid on his bed, your legs would have surely given out under the amount of pleasure he was causing you.

“Fuck! Please Chang- Changbin. This is too.. too much.”

Your desperate pleas for mercy were met with nothing but ignorance as his tongue kept lapping at your entrance. Overwhelmed with pleasure and pain from the overstimulation, you tried to find something to hold on to - anything, really. All you could get a hold of at the second though, was one of his pillows as you pulled it towards your mouth to stifle your whimpering.

“Don’t! I want to hear you.”

Just as quickly as you had retrieved it, Changbin had pulled the pillow away from your mouth, throwing it into a random corner in his room.

Your breathing was unsteady as you tried holding onto his sheets instead, though that only caused them to loosen at the corners of his mattress.

“Fu-Fuck! So- so close!”

When Changbin heard that, he immediately loosened the grip around your thighs, one of his strong hands coming around your stomach to keep you still as the other hand disappeared between your legs. You wouldn’t have even noticed that had he not entered two of his fingers a second later, curling them up against that delicious spot inside you.

With the added pleasure from his thick fingers, you eventually reached your second high, struggling for air as you were starting to run out of it.

Tears started streaming down your face while frantic cries of his name left your mouth again and again as he led you through your orgasm. You almost thought that he was going for another one when he finally, after overstimulating you to a dangerous point, drew away, his fingers sliding out of you.

As Changbin made his way up your body, he buried his teeth into your skin every few kisses. They would surely leave some bite marks but right now, you were just glad that he had stopped. Another orgasm would have probably ended you.

“You’re beautiful when you’re all fucked out.” The compliment almost got by you as you were still occupied with catching your breath.

“Are- Fuck..” you cursed as you took a deep breath so that at least your brain could get the necessary oxygen. “Are you flirting with me right now?”

“How are you still such a tease after I just fucked all that out of you?” Changbin questioned with a smile before pressing a soft, wet kiss to your lips. “You should be really thankful I like my girlfriends on the sassier side.” To his surprise, you didn’t react to his words as you simply slid out of his bed, covering your upper body with the first thing you found lying on the floor. “Where are you going? Is that my shirt?”

“Relax. I’m not going anywhere, just the bathroom,” you calmed him as you made your way towards his bathroom door to clean up. “Also, you should probably get used to sharing your clothes with me. After all, that’s what I do with all my boyfriends.”

You teasingly stuck your tongue out at Changbin as he quickly sprung up from his bed to chase after you just as teasingly as loud giggles left your mouth.

[twohundredpower]

When Kay pulled out her staff, laying it out for Lloyd to examine, there was a moment where his excited smile suddenly dwindled into something darker; a frown pulling his previously upturned lips downwards, as the night at the art gallery replayed in his head, clear as day.

"Yeah. I remember him." Even though it wasn't actually him, the mirror image of Kay's grandfather had still hurt the girl immensely; the way she cried that night forever burned in his memory. Absentmindedly, a hand fell towards his stomach; brushing against the surface of his jacket.

Still, Kay held all of Lloyd's attention as she continued, and while she spoke, he couldn't help but feel a sweeping pride wash over him at her words. In the three years that Lloyd had been in Spirale, the little girl before him had changed so much; sometimes, he couldn't believe that she was still so young, that her infinite wisdom didn't somehow make her grow older quicker than the rest of them. Though no one should have experienced what she had gone through at her age, he knew that it was her experiences that led her to think this way; the people in her life that showed her how much she was worth, how she deserved a life of happiness, no matter who tried to tell her otherwise in her past. Her fathers, he knew, played a significant role in doing that; but a lot of it was Kay realizing it for herself.

She was worthy of a weapon she didn't have to earn. To not have to live up to the expectations of someone who barely looked at her like she was her own person. Kay was who she wanted to be now, living the life she deserved to-- and hearing that she wanted to be like him, to be brave and kind to all around her, made Lloyd feel more honoured than he could ever put into words.

The smile had come back to his features, though this time remained gentle, softer than it had before. Silently, Lloyd rounded the front desk of the forge, kneeling before Kay before he pulled her into a hug.

"You don't have to try and be like me, Kay. You're already a good person, and you're braver than anyone else I know. I think that's something you'll always be a natural at, even as you get older."

He pulled away, just enough to raise one of his hands to ruffle the top of her head; careful not to mess up her buns too much.

"You've given me strength when I needed it, you've made me smile so hard-- sometimes enough to make my cheeks hurt--" He laughed a bit at that, easily able to recall all the good memories they shared together. "-- and you've never left my side, no matter what we've gone through. I know your dads are proud to have you as a daughter, and I'll always feel the same way about you being apart of my family-- so now, I'll make a weapon for you that makes you just as proud of me!"

Without warning, Lloyd suddenly scooped Kay into his arms; hoisting her up to sit on one of his shoulders.

"But if I'm gonna do that, then I'm gonna need some inspiration! C'mon-- let's head over to the drawing table! You can show me everythin' you've ever imagined for your own staff and help me bring it to life!"

Her face lights up as soon as she realizes he's taking her seriously. Part of her knew he would, but this is important to her. She wanted to make sure she did it right!

She draws the staff from her back, placing it on the counter. It's well made, but it's clearly old, and has seen better days. Not to mention the wear at the bottom from it dragging on the ground as she walked. And no wonder-- there's no way a staff meant for a grown man would fit well for a young girl. At first, Kay thought about asking him to repair it, but...

"This is the staff I use now," she says. "I got it from my grandpa. You remember him, right?" A grimace as she remembers that night in the museum. Her statement is carefully worded; it was his, but he never gave it to her. For practically her whole life, she's been dragging a weapon around that she stole.

"Grandpa said it would be mine someday. When I took over the family 'legacy' or whatever." Her ears droop, and she sighs. "That's what I thought I wanted, so when he died, I took it. I wanted him to be proud of me, but I knew I never earned it. I thought if I could just work hard enough, I could still be worthy to carry it someday."

But lately, things have been different, haven't they? She's spent so much time away from him now. With her parents, and her friends, with Lloyd, with all of the wonderful people she's met here. They're the ones who believe in her. More and more she's come to realize that she doesn't care what Grandpa would say anymore, or whether she's earned the staff she carries.. Not when she's found her own group of people that love her for who she is now.

"This staff doesn't really fit me. It never did, but I never wanted to believe it. It's too big, and too clumsy," she shows it off with a few practice swings. She's obviously practiced with it, but her movements would be much faster if she used a weapon that was lighter, and smaller; something made for her. That's what she's asking for, isn't it?

"I want a weapon that's really truly mine. And one that I don't have to worry about earning. All that stuff Grandpa wanted me to be... I don't want that anymore. I get to choose what I want! And I want to grow up to be brave and nice like you, Lloyd!" She looks up at him, eyes practically sparkling.

"That's why I want you to be the one to make it! You've always believed in me no matter what, so I just know you can make something that fits for me! I know it!

[starlessea]

Doctor’s Orders (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Prompt: “Why’d you always have to spoil my fun?” and “You nearly died!” Requested by anonymous​, numbers #6 and #16 from this post.

Summary: Daryl isn’t too impressed when he finds you with a sling on your arm and a smile on your face.

Words: 1766

Warnings: Language, Injury.

There were many things you feared more than death. There were many things you feared in general. Whether it was heights or small spaces, or even spiders - those spooky, crawly bastards - you would easily admit it when you were afraid.

In this new world, death was inevitable. You didn't want to die; leaving your family behind was out of the question. Though, it didn’t frighten you, either. Rather, you often found yourself scared of the more mundane things - those things that you could control - over something that was completely out of your hands.

There were many things you feared more than death, and Daryl Dixon was one of them.

Denise had gone to get the man, despite your pleas not to. She'd been good enough to patch you up, and mend the small cuts over your skin. They were only shallow, so they wouldn't leave any scars. It was the sling you were more concerned about.

You knew when Daryl saw it, you'd be in for an ear-full. It wasn't that bad an injury, but Denise had still doped you up on some pain-killers before leaving to find the man. It was meant to be an in-and-out job, but things never really did seem to go as planned.

"Who're you trying to kill with that smile?" Denise teased, as she walked back through the doorway to the clinic.

You had barely realised you'd been grinning from ear to ear until she’d said it. She was alone for the time being, so you thought you should take the opportunity to cherish the peace whilst it lasted.

"Myself, apparently." You chuckled, but let out a wince soon after.

The small movement had reminded you to keep still. It was only a broken bone, and you'd had worse before, but it ached all the same. Denise shook her head in return, letting out a huff of air as she stared at you exasperated.

"You are the first person to come into my clinic beaming like that whilst injured." She muttered, and you sloppily shrugged one shoulder in response.

Then you heard the main door fling open, and slam into the wall - and sighed.

"Here he comes." You muttered, and braced for impact.

Daryl stormed into the clinic like he was on a mission. He was sweaty, and you noticed that he was missing his jacket. He rushed through the doorway and whipped his head around the room until his eyes finally settled on you, sitting on the bed in the corner. You offered him a sheepish smile, and raised your good arm to give him a small wave.

The man stalked straight past Denise and made his way to your bedside, standing over you in an instant.

"What the fuck were ya thinkin'?" He yelled.

It wasn't that you feared Daryl Dixon's temper - that, you could manage. What you feared was that certain look in his eyes, and you saw it now as you met his gaze. His chest heaved, and most would probably think it was from anger. But, you knew better than that. He'd probably run over here in a panic. That is what you could see in his expression - pure worry.

"Nice to see you, too." You joked light-heartedly, trying to mask your guilt.

Daryl glanced at you, letting his eyes trail over the shallow cuts on your face all the way down to your arm - which sat tucked away in its sling. He shook his head, and took small paces in front of you.

"Ya leave for a supply run-" he started, almost below his breath. "An' Denise comes to tell me ya jumped outta a movin' truck!"

His voice rose as he spoke, and his final words came out as a loud growl that made you swallow thickly. You were ashamed, but you also thought that the man worried too much. If it were down to him, he'd have you wrapped up in cotton wool everytime you left the gates of Alexandria.

"It wasn't even going that fast." You mumbled back, defensively.

Denise had her back pressed flat against the wall, inadvertently caught in the cross-fire. She was in too deep to leave unnoticed, and stood there awkwardly watching the exchange. You sent her an apologetic smile, before looking back up at the man.

"Why'd you always have to spoil my fun?" You teased, but felt like you might have stepped on a landmine when you saw him scowl.

Daryl threw his hands up in frustration, and narrowed his eyes at your injury again.

"Ya nearly died!" He shouted, his voice guttural as it cut through the room.

"Exactly." You quipped back, but instantly regretted it.

You'd only been trying to convince him that you were fine, but Daryl seemed inconsolable. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or perhaps the pain-killers, but you realised that you may have been acting a little too care-free. You weren't so much scared of Daryl as you were of hurting him.

"It's only a broken collar bone." Denise interjected, once she finally mustered the confidence to do so. "She'll be fine."

Daryl whipped his head around, as though he'd forgotten she was even there. He stayed silent, but you tried your best to help coax him.

"Listen to the doctor, Dixon." You reminded the man, but with a much softer tone this time.

Daryl stopped his pacing, and instead made his way back over to you. He closed the gap as he approached, and your knees knocked together with his from where you were sitting on the bed. You could still see the pain in his eyes, and it made you realised that you must be one of the things Daryl Dixon feared, too.

He rested his palm over your cheek tentatively, careful not to brush up against the fresh wounds that marred your skin. You leaned into his warm touch, and placed your own hand over his in return.

"Don't worry your pretty little head over me." You whispered, giving him a reassuring smile. "I promise I'll be more careful."

Daryl became like putty in your hands at that, and his expression softened like he'd only just allowed himself to relax. The entire time, it was as though the man had been running on pure adrenaline, and nobody could convince him that you were okay - even if he’d seen it with his own eyes.

In your peripheral, you noticed Denise looking at you - but she quickly glanced away when she realised she'd been caught. You could tell that she didn't want to intrude on the tender moment, but was curious to see Daryl so vulnerable at the same time.

The man stayed like that for a few seconds, letting your thumb rub over the back of his hand as he inspected your injuries some more.

"C'mon." He mumbled finally, and took a few steps backwards to let you stand up.

He retrieved your gear which had been left on a nearby chair, and slung it over his shoulder before walking to the door. You followed after him with careful footsteps, feeling as the pain jolted up your body. You sent a smile to Denise, and thanked her, but she shook her head in response - humble as ever.

"Look after her, Daryl." She called out to the man, as she saw the both of you off at the doorstep of the clinic. "Doctor's orders."

Daryl was normally a gentle man. He wasn't the type to have to be reminded to take good care of you. But, sometimes, he seemed to forget his own strength - along with his patience.

"Oww!" You shrieked, and flinched away.

The two of you were in your bedroom, and Daryl had been left with the impossible task of getting you dressed. He'd done a good job of it so far, but when it came your shirt all hell broke loose.

"Stop!" You yelled again, but the man had your arm tightly within his grip. "You're killing me!"

He'd gotten the first sleeve on just fine - but the other one was giving him grief. You'd slipped your arm out of the sling, but had trouble lifting it high enough to get your hand through the hole. The man kept trying to get you to straighten it, but you saw stars every time he did.

"So, wha'?" Daryl grumbled, seeming at the end of his rope. "Dyin' suddenly ain't tha' fun 'nymore?"

You winced as you jolted away too suddenly. At one point, you'd tried to convince him to just button up the shirt with only one arm in it - but he'd shot you a look and muttered something about 'making a fashion statement' under his breath.

"I ain't killin' ya." He continued, noticing your look of pain. "Jus' stop movin' an' it'll be over quicker."

You tried to do just that, but your arm wouldn't bend in the way he wanted it to - and you cried out again.

"It hurts!" You told him, and recoiled away. "You're pulling too hard."

Daryl wore an expression of utter exasperation, and opened his mouth to snap something back. Except, there was a knock at the door before he could.

You jumped again, having not even heard anyone come into the house - and breathed out through gritted teeth at the discomfort it caused.

"What the hell is going on in there?" A voice asked through the wall.

"Glenn?" You replied, immediately recognising him.

Daryl shot you a look, and you could tell he blamed you for all this. You rolled your eyes in response, and Glenn spoke again.

"Rick sent me to get you." He called, still behind the closed door. "Did you forget we had a meeting?"

Daryl let the sleeve of the shirt drop from his hand, and let out a heavy sigh.

"Ain't forget nothin'." He shouted back. "Jus' runnin' late 'cos of princess pain tolerance."

"Daryl?" Glenn asked, and you snorted.

You saw the handle on the door twist slightly, but Daryl quickly elbowed it shut before Glenn could enter.

"We'll be there soon!" You explained. "Daryl's helping me get dressed."

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds, and Daryl returned back to you - looking over at the shirt like he considered just taking it off again. You giggled at his expression, before you heard Glenn clear his throat from behind the door.

"Right." He said quietly, but you still caught it. "There are some things I'd rather not know."

A/N I broke my collar bone before and it was so painful... I remembered the struggles of getting dressed and HAD to write a scene about it.

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