#I just want time to obsess over Lab Rats is that too much to ask for!!

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

"I'm extra chunky~!" *distressing horns*

[clockwayswrites]

Birdritch part 2 Yeah, there's a subscription post now...

Danny pulled another sweet potato fry from his bag before refolding the top to keep it warm. He’d finish all the fries before he even got home, he knew that, but that was future him’s problem. Right then being able to munch on the sweet, salty goodness as he took a shortcut through the park was just what he needed. There was something about Robinson park that always settled him.

It was probably because of the park’s wild, otherworldly nature that came from Poison Ivy’s control. It almost felt ghostly in how unreal it was. It was another thing Danny tried not to think too hard on and just enjoyed. It wasn’t that Danny was ignoring the fact that he was half ghost (as he always tried to convince himself), he just wasn’t dwelling on it anymore. Ghosts had consumed his life for so long and he needed a break.

Even before his accident (it was easier to just call it an accident when people asked about his scars), his parent’s obsession controlled their house, family, and lives. He got now that it wasn’t normal to grow up not cooking because the food might eat you. Or because your parents were too busy in the basement lab to remember. His time away from Amity Park in college made Danny realize that Jazz and his childhood had been at best unsafe and at worst negligent.

It had taken Danny a lot of therapy to be able to say those words.

Being honest, Danny still needed a lot of therapy, but there was only so much progress he could make when he couldn’t really explain that he was half dead and had spent the end of his childhood fighting ghosts, the government, and his parents. He was half tempted to try and track down Harley Quinn and see if she was up to taking on a new patient. (Danny was pretty sure that she wouldn’t rat him out to the authorities.)

A vine thrashed suddenly in front of Danny, hitting the sidewalk with a meaty thump.

Danny froze.

Fuck.

His phone was out of power.

He couldn’t check if something was going on in the park.

While Poison Ivy was much more Pamela Isley than rogue these days, as seen by the city just letting her have control of much of the park, she was still temperamental and the right— or wrong— sort of thing could set her and her plants off. (Sometimes the plants went off on their own. Everyone knew not to be a sleaze bag in Robinson park.)

Slowly Danny started to back up.

Several more vines wretched themselves out of the ground around him.

He could hear shouting somewhere off to his left. Out of the corner of his eye he could see movement from the plants that direction.

Alright, not angry at him then.

Danny crept forward slowly, keeping his motions as calm and small as possible. Just because they plants weren’t angry at him it didn’t mean they weren’t a threat to him. His best chance was to stay on the path and head in the direction away from the noise.

And away from the over sized flowers.

Well fuckity fuck.

Most things Poison Ivy could do weren’t really a threat to Danny. He could phase away from vines, after all. But the flowers? The flowers had pollen and pollen was an unknown; one that Danny didn’t want to be known. Sam was rather certain that the pollens could effect Danny in odd and unknown ways due to his half ghost nature.

He had refused to let Sam experiment on him to figure it out. Comparing her fervor to his parent’s helped shut that idea down for good. Danny didn’t regret avoiding being a lab rat, even as he was staring down the ruby red flowers to his right. He still just had to keep his motions as calm and small as possible.

The flowers were only an issue if they let their pollen out.

Danny started to move in as wide of an arc as he could around the flowers.

While they were closed up he was safe.

Danny’s left hand spasmed.

The paper bag of food crinkled.

The flower petals unfurled.

Fuck.

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AN: I know there are issues, another no read through late night post, but I'm getting my serotonin where I can. Stay delightful, darlings.

[spxllcxstxr]

Jayce Dating Someone from the Undercity • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: i would like to request jayce x fem reader headcanons with a reader who is from the undercity. -- anon

Warnings: mention of undercity judgment/bigots, mentions of scars, general anxiety, still very very cute

A.N: JAYCE!!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫 I love him so much, I hope you all enjoy!

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You never thought you would end up with someone like Jayce Talis. Piltover’s Golden Boy. The Man of Progress. An easily excitable man with just the biggest heart. No, you never thought you’d ever be this lucky

At first you thought he was just some privileged top sider; pretty on the outside, ugly in the inside. But Jayce wears his big heart on his sleeve. Within moments of interacting with him it was revealed to you that he was a caring individual with dreams of helping people in need. He wanted peace and prosperity for all

No matter how hard he tries, Jayce will never understand what life was like in the murky depths of the Undercity. You had friends you considered as family growing up, of course; that was the sliver of happiness you were lucky enough to have. But even then life was tough

The constant fear of something lurking behind you (or hanging above you) was one you couldn't shake even after years of living top side with Jayce. The need to check over your shoulder when strolling through the streets of Piltover and the frantic obsession with double--no, triple--checking the locks in your apartment was a necessity that was buried deep within your soul

(When you first started dating you felt immensely embarrassed by the mannerisms the Undercity ingrained into you. It took a couple dates before Jayce asked you in a hushed voice if you were being followed by a chem-baron or some other adjacent criminal. At that point you knew you had to sit him down and explain everything)

Jayce is ever so patient when it comes to you. While in the lab he wants answers and results for whatever he's tinkering with, with you he feels as if he can sit and wait forever. If you ever need to talk he’s all ears

He never made you feel stupid or insane for your habits, not even when you first told him about how you were raised. Jayce was so patient as you told him with tears in your eyes that no amount of time top side would stop the gnawing anxiety your childhood gave you. He held your hands and wiped the tears away as they ran down your cheeks. You almost made him cry, golden eyes filled to the brim with tears making them look like liquid sunlight

That's when you really knew you loved him completely, and that he had loved you too. That was your Jayce, a man who wanted to understand you and have you know every second that he had your back

Despite your differences, Jayce never made you feel less than. Being top side made you feel like you were branded with the term 'Undercity Rat' across your forehead. People would give you looks and stuff their hands deep in their pockets to grasp onto their coins tighter when you walked by. But Jayce was never like that. Maybe it was because of his close friendship with Viktor, or maybe your sweet, sweet Jayce simply wasn't born with a bigoted bone in his body

Jayce also sticks up for you and has your back if anyone makes you feel unwelcome top side. He knows you can hold your own and fight your own battles, but he can’t help but get involved and defend you. His jaw clenches and his knuckles turn white from squeezing his hands into tight fists at his sides. He just doesn’t believe that you of all people should be judged. Jayce believes that you are a kind and beautiful soul and that you deserve the world

He likes holding your hand when walking around the city, not only because he’s big on touch and displays of affection, but also to let everyone know that he loves you—no matter your background

If you have any physical scars on your body he will always lightly kiss them; showing affection is what Jayce loves doing. He wants to make sure you know that he loves every single part of you

He loves that you and Viktor become friends. You two started out with a shared bond of being Undercity street kids turned top siders. Jayce asks Viktor for advice when it comes to you, whether you would like something or if you knew what something was

All in all, Jayce just wants you to feel loved every second of every day. He has so much love for you and he wants to show it. He’s just bursting out the seams with his admiration for you. You are his everything, and he’s never afraid to show that off

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[aayakashii]

omg THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD AYA ❤️18 or 32 with haku pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻

❤️18 A kiss while laughing

❤️32 A kiss while someone watches

Ritsu was following you, for the 4th day straight. It was a new record. Usually he would follow you around for two days and disappear for a while, probably to creep someone else out.

You had no idea what was so interesting about you that had the paralegal so hooked on noting down your every step. Maybe he thought he could get good information about your curse if he followed you around?

You didn't see the reasoning behind his actions. It's not like stalking you gathered actual scientific information about your plight – maybe if it was Yuri or Jiro, you could make some excuses and say they were observing you like a little lab rat.

But all that Ritsu managed to do was annoy you to no end.

So you sighed heavily, scratching your head in frustration, while the Haku glanced at you with a genuinely sympathetic look on his face as you two walked towards your dorm.

“How long has he been doing that?” he murmured, subtly glancing behind his shoulder and towards Ritsu, who stood some meters away from you both, overtly following your steps.

“I don't know” you rubbed your face with your hands “I think for like… 2 months? Ever since we met at Sinostra.”

Haku widened his eyes.

“2 months? Why? Is he in love with you?”

You scoffed. Haku had a penchant for making everything into a shitty romcom plot. If you didn't know Towa and him already talked to each other sometimes, you'd probably introduce them so they could bond over their obsession with romance.

“No, he just wants to record my every movement” you said, knowing all too well that Ritsu probably heard you and wasn't ashamed in the slightest “Apparently he thinks it'll help his investigations somehow…?” you trailed off, not buying his excuse at all.

Maybe he was just a creep who liked stalking people and you were his favorite target. Who knows, at this point.

Haku hummed thoughtfully.

“Sounds to me like he's in love with you and doesn't know how to express it.”

You deadpanned.

“Haku, no. He's not.”

“How can you be so sure?” he side-eyed you, with a playful smirk tugging on his lips, and you shook your head.

“He's not.”

“Hey, he wouldn't be the only one, you know?” he winked, and you thought for a moment that he had been spending too much time with Rui for his own good.

You playfully pushed his arm and he chuckled, barely moving at all. Sometimes you forgot ghouls had superhuman strength.

After a few moments of silence as you two leisurely walked, he suddenly leaned towards you, a glint in his eyes as he covered his mouth, just like a child excited to share a secret.

“You know what we can do to embarrass him so he'll stop following you?”

“What?” you asked, fully intent on playing into his game.

“Kiss.” he replied with a smug and satisfied smile, his eyes quickly darting from your eyes to your lips, making his already clear intention even clearer.

You snorted.

“Is this just an elaborate plan to kiss me?”

Haku gasped dramatically and closed his eyes, putting a hand over his chest.

“You wound me, honor student. I am just looking out for you and I have your best interest in mind.”

“Pfft! Yeah… Totally no hidden intentions at all.” you rolled your eyes.

“None at all” Haku's eyes were locked into your lips.

You stared at him.

Truth to be told, you've harbored a crush on the man beside you for a very long time. You just weren't very sure if every word he told you was truthful, or if he just flirted with the first person that gave him attention.

The thought of him openly flirting with someone the way he did with you would always cause a pang in your heart, and this only worsened once Zenji raved about how Haku was a charmer.

Part of you wanted to be special, different. You wanted to be the only one in his mind, the only one to listen to all those honeyed words. You wanted to know he had truly fallen for you before you could ever allow yourself to give in to your repressed feelings.

Another part of you just wanted to say fuck it and accept the attention he was offering without thinking too hard about it.

You decided to listen to this other part of you.

“Okay.”

Haku snapped his head towards you, eyes comically wide.

“‘Okay’?!” he asked again.

It was your turn to smirk.

“What, didn't think things through before asking to kiss me?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

The surprise weaned off quite quickly and he leaned towards you, his voice getting huskier all of a sudden.

“Not at all. I've been thinking about kissing you for long enough now.”

You felt your cheeks tingle. Haku was insufferable. You wanted to give in to him so bad and just let your feelings run wild, but the fear that it all could consume you quicker than your curse still bound you in fear.

“Then do it for once, you tease.” you huffed, cheeks puffing and brows scrunching as you tried to appear annoyed.

Haku just chuckled.

“Aye aye, captain” he murmured, holding your chin so he could tilt your head upwards.

His lips gently brushed yours before he dived into the kiss, and you could feel his smile as he nibbled and sucked on your bottom lip – it was contagious. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his green hair.

The feeling of your fingers threading through his locks made him sigh and his hands circled your waist and pushed you flush against his body. Haku hummed into the kiss, delighted, hands drawing nonsensical patterns on your back as he tried to have you as close to him as possible.

Soon enough, however, you broke contact, gasping for air. Haku grunted, dissatisfied, still pursuing your lips.

“W-wait, wait.” you managed to mutter, putting your hand over his lips. Haku opened his eyes and grinned devilishly as soon as he saw your figure – face flushed, breathless, and disheveled.

“I could get used to this.” he muttered, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, still firmly holding you in his arms.

In your daze, you looked around, searching for nothing at all as you breathed deeply and tried to calm your racing heart, when you locked eyes with a figure hiding behind a tree.

Ritsu was red as a beet while he watched you, disgust and embarrassment quite clear on his face.

“I don't think he left just because we embarrassed him.” you said, licking your lips, blatantly staring at Ritsu's comically aghast expression.

“Who? Oh.” Haku said, briefly forgetting what even started the whole situation.

He smirked, side-eyeing Ritsu for a second before turning your attention back to himself. He held your chin upwards and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing his face closer to yours once again.

“Then I think we might need to kiss again and again until he gets the memo.”

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[creehd]

IM SCREECHING OVER THIS ROARING 20s AU,

but very politely holding your shoulders and giving you a little shake.

I haven't watched much teenage mutant ninja turtles unfortunately, but from what i do know, you putting them in the 1920s is absolutely FASCINATING. The difference in politics and the World in general from the modern version to your AU is just,,, HNGNGNGG im chewing on the leg of your desk

Do they act differently?? Or are they relatively similar to their modern counterparts? How are they forced to adapt to this universe? Are they still ninja trained? How did they get turned into mutant turtles, and what's Shredder's (who you MUST draw, im begging you), motive during this time period? 👀 DO THEY STILL LIKE PIZZA?????

And most importantly, may i give Splinter a kiss on the head? 👉👈

Amazing art as always <3

I owe you my life for this ask. I can feel myself being pulled back into both my obsessions with TMNT and the early 1900s.

SO I'M STILL BUFFERING EDGES AND WORKING OUT WHAT EXACTLY I WANNA DO WITH CERTAIN CHARACTERS BUT HERES THE MAIN SYNOPSIS;

In 1923 New York, post ww1, splinter is the last of his lineage of samurai in the Edo period in Japan, escaping to New York and attempting to build a new life when he came into contact with the Foot, a long-established gang with ties to shredder a yakuza boss who also immigrated from japan at the end of the 1800s once he lost his title as shōgun. He is controlling many facets of New York through experimental science and crime.

Mainly being; bootlegging, gambling, auto theft, narcotics, robbery, And any other gang-sanctioned activity.

In an attempt to stop him, splinter soon finds himself mortally wounded and in desperation to save his life, he is mutated into a rat, alongwith 4 baby turtles and an entire lab of wildlife. (Animal testing has been around for awhile) Hiding away with his newly found family and recovering from injuries that made him slowly lose his eyesight, the boys began to grow in the shadows of a newly technological America.

And that's kinda what I got as an explanation for how exactly splinter got here and what happened before the turtles grew up.. AS FOR THEIR PERSONALITIES. I try to keep them similar, I take inspiration from each different continuity of tmnt for what I think the perfect imalgamation would look like for a basis for who they are, and then I made it time period accurate!

So in order-

Leonardo: Leo is a big boy scout, he respects splinters wisdom and teachings, and when I think of him I picture Steve Roger's before the Super Soldier serum, Leo believes in New York, and he believes he and his brothers can help fight the rampant and rising gang-related crime in the city. He also enjoys tennis, chess,and card playing, alongside supporting the local flapper scene in the city. He also heavily supports freedom of the press AND believes in the abolishment of prohibition! (Not bc he likes to drink but because he WANTS freedom and justice for all) loves to listen to radio shows with Donnie and read newspapers and magazines to keep up with current trends and events.

Donatello: Donnie is hugely interested in the rise of technology across America, hugely interested in the works of Albert Einstein and the amazing minds behind the Tuberculosis vaccine (baxter stockman in this au is a scientist who basically helped discover penicillin before the incident™️) , he's fascinated with radios and tvs however they aren't as sophisticated as he might like yet, he believes he can help the field of science alongside his brothers as a crime fighter, although it isn't his passion to fight, he sees fighting as a science of its own. His hobbies include radio shows and reading! (His favorite book is at the earth's core by Edgar rice Burroughs) and he also really really enjoys April's company, and dressing up with her.

Raphael: Raphael is a vigilante at heart, but also a bit too hotheaded and selfish to see when he is in too deep, he heavily engages in the night life and the scummier parts of New York, bar fights, alley brawls, deals gone wrong, you name it, raphs got a fire for fighting for what's right. He rubs elbows with many of the lower-class gangs, who are just trying to get by, and after learning about the struggles of suffragettes, he lends a hand when he can with their growing cause, he's also a huge jazz fan, attending many flapper shows and frequenting speakeasies. Before he met Casey in late 1919, he dreamed of nothing more than to fight in the Great War, however, when he met Casey Jones, he was quickly attuned to the horrors the war brought to its soldiers, and how horrendously they were discarded after, and prompting vowing to help veterans in need. He and Casey are close and frequently engage in going to silent films, recreational drinking, and smoking together.

Michelangelo: Mikey is an artist, he loves his city and its people, and alongside being an incredibly talented martial artist crimefighter alongside his brothers, he believes in peace and love above everything. (Although he'll finish a fight if he has to) him and raph clash heavily on how to handle issues in new york, and while they can't see perfectly eye to eye, they overlap on alot of ideals and pastimes. Mikey is a prolific painter like his namesake, as well as a silent film connoisseur, a birdwatching fan, a huge fan of jazz, and a frequent at lgbt nightclubs in Harlem.

NOW FOR THE NON TURTLE CHARACTERS!

Splinter: Splinter was born in Japan in the mid 1855, he is now in his late 60s, trying to pass on his knowledge of the time to his sons, while training them the way of the samurai and ninja from when he was a boy. Splinters mutation heavily affected his eyesight, and training and keeping in touch with his culture and fighting traditions helped him overcome the difficulty of navigation, along with his mutated hearing and smell. He's a strict older Japanese dad, he loves his boys but is hesitant about the new boom of technology and heavily encourages the boys to stick to their traditional ways while fighting for what's right.

April: April moved to the city from smalltown in 1915, daughter of a farmer, she came in hopes of starting a career for herself and eventually settle down, but as things began to go down hill for the aspiring woman, she began to work a day job as a secretary at the New York World Newspaper company and at night as a flapper, she ends up getting caught up In ganglife around new york before meeting the turtles during a chance encounter with the foot gang.

Casey Jones: Casey Jones is a poor young man from New Jersey, high aspirations and low funds led him to leave his abusive household and seek out adventure during the draft in 1917, Casey fought In the Great War in Europe, and came back a changed man. Shortly after his return to the States, he moved to New York City to try to rebuild a life he once yearned for, when he meets Raphael. Both boys begin to start a bond, sharing the same pastimes and enjoying the same sights the city has to offer, but it's hard to navigate a life that feels so foreign after his enlistment, what's even harder is understanding why he'd rather enjoy the company of Raphael rather than the girls they watch on stage. He still engages in recreational hockey and the occasional book club since Leo and Donnie insist on helping him with his dyslexia.

As for their motives.. they're just trying to help clean up the streets and not get traumatized along the way! But that's never how it works out is it..

And for the villians.. this posts getting a bit long so I'll make a seperate post about shredder and his whole deal, along with the krang :]

And of COURSE they still love pizza! They're the ninja turtles, it came free with the Xbox,

But if u want an actual answer yes they still love pizza, alot of Italian immigrants came to New york in 1880ish through 1930, and pizza was starting to super get popular.

(And splinter always gets alittle kiss)

BUT YES that's what we're cooking with so far!! And I have many idea for them, and would love to hear more thoughts and opinions !!! Please. This is my brainchild I'm foaming at the mouth to share it.

ask box is always open!!

[anachronistic-falsehood]

oh my godddd dude holy shit fuck okay taking a break from worm reading to send u an ask about william wight because goddamn i need 2 talk abt him. hello!!!!!!! feeling SO unwell about the clarences cape but red thing. awesome.

OKAY U HAVE LIKE. THE MOST PERFECT TIMING IN THE WORLDDD because literally on . tuesday this week my freak week art got a random note out of nowhere and made me start thinking about the villains again and thinking about william wight specifically because i love him a lot. ok. so its always ALWAYS been my assumption that. this is the version of william who mal got his greasy little claws in.

william fell off the cliff and died. the wisps chose him, and he came back. mal, who has been obsessively watching the wisps since clarence's death, sensed them choosing the next whisperer and swooped in before william could even stand back up. hes disoriented, hes scared, everything hurts, hes at a bottom of a cliff and he honestly doesnt even know if hes alive or not anymore, and this stranger walks out of the forest and offers a chance to explain everything. wiwi mystery brain! he knows this is weird but he also knows like.... i dont know whats happening maybe i AM dead and this is just... waht the afterlife is like. so he goes with mal. william wisp the 16 yr old from deadwood is. well. dead. he went missing, nobody ever found his body, his family mourned him.

meanwhile the whole time mallard conway was taking william wight under his wing and training him to be a replacement. mal calls him whisperer, william is in his rebellious teen phase and wants to be called something cooler which is why he named himself Wight (a type of vengeful spirit. specifically one who was once alive and then was brought back from the dead. lol) william is still! technically half alive. so being in the spirit world for extended amounts of time (which is NOT something mortals are supposed to do, planeswalker or not,) kind of broke his brain a little bit? which is why Wight is LIke That.

williams whole thing when he was alive was solving mysteries and chasing down monsters, so that became (and forgive my use of dp fanon here, i have to) his Obsession. (obsession with a capital O because its.. ghost logic. whatever a ghost died doing becomes their core motivation in the afterlife etc etc dp fanon not sorryyyyy) so he has this. uncanny obsession for tracking down monsters when hes out of the spirit world. being separated from the spirit world for any amount of time kind of drives him nuts, hes so used to being around the dead that being around the living for extended periods of time is unsettling. hes super paranoid. he inherits mal's need for total control over a situation, which is why hes so lax about possessing people with the wisps to get them to do what he wants.

perfect that his best friend turns out to be the absolutely diehard loyal guard dog. (side note here i think he also has williams super high pain tolerance from dead nerves so he lets kota gnaw on his arms and shit) . virion is a mystery to him and he LOVES it, he cant figure this guy out, hes like an endlessly fascinating puzzle to crack open. studying him like a lab rat on a dissection table.

i think about him a normal amount. as you can tell.

Mac i am TOO FUCKING DRUNK to peroperly respond to this but oh my god. oh my godddd yehah. the obsession thing???????? Hello??????? putting that in my pocket!!!!!! ohhgh he’s paranoid being around living people he’s a control freak he’s sooo fucjed up <33333333 he absolutely lets kota chew on him like a chew toy <3 and he can’t get a proper read on virion so he’s obsessed w trying to peel back his layers and learn as much as he can!!! throwing ashe into the mix is like. doubly fascinating for him. bc i think villain ashe would b secretive enough about his civilian identity to intrigue william(<<wants to disguise that he could possibly have any connection to wavelength the hero) and wiwi is INVESTED in trying to figure out him and virion!! what r their secrets!!! he NEDSS TO KNOW!!!!!!! to me his vibes r kinda like the weylin twins. u feel me

[crowtrobotx]

your most recent fic destroyed me and now i HAVE to ask— how do you think the chrysalis story/maybe just lottie in general would turn out if she was raised by kris? if something happened to karl but maybe they’re still stuck in the village. obv don’t spoil anything you don’t want to but that little thought experiment killed me.

OHHHH MY GOD Jackal you really do ask the best questions. I had to think about this for a while! It’s funny bc Karl & Lottie are such a package deal in my head and I’m just like… Do Not separate them. Like so much of her personality is just wrapped up in being his horrible little clone and constant shadow that cutting her out of that picture seems almost impossible.

HOWEVER. I can think of several scenarios where they might end up apart (minus him straight up dying bc that isn't fun!!! I say as if what I'm about to talk about is any better lmao.) Like, minor spoiler but this won't happen (obviously) because Reasons - I imagine Karl would want to pay off the Duke to whisk Kris out of the Village before Lottie is born (whether it's because they realize their WHOOPSIE or it's coincidental.) And maybe it happens and Kris of course doesn't hear from him for ~7 years and she forgets a lot of the finer details of his face and his voice doesn't come so easily to mind anymore. And then he does escape and he does get his freedom ending and he finds her and whatever you do, do not think about Karl seeing Lottie for the first time after never knowing her especially in the scenario where he didn't realize she existed oh my god oh mY GOD--

Anyway. To your actual question: I would like to think most of Lottie's gremlin nature is just inherent. It's in the damn HeisenDNA. Like, no matter her circumstances she's always going to be a weird little girl who's a little too into the concept of cybernetic enhancements and bugs and rats. And Kris, being a former weird little girl herself, would definitely support her - but given that particularly the mechanics/engineering part are NOT in her area of expertise, I think she'd have to rely way more on teachers or outside sources to help that part of her blossom. She'd be the mom at the science fair nodding along enthusiastically like she knows what the hell anyone is saying while internally her brain is turning into soup. Would that effect Lottie negatively? I don't really think so, but it might make her less attached because she'd have to seek... enrichment further away from home lol. There’s also the issue of Lottie’s lil magnet powers. Kris would not know what to do with that/how to relate at all obviously. I think that’d cause a whole host of problems - not necessarily resentment on Lottie’s part bc she’d still think it was Neat but I also can’t help but think they’d be more chaotic or out of control after a point. I think it would fuck her up a little bit being the odd one out with no one to relate to and it might make her a bit mad at the world. :( I definitely am inclined to believe Kris would have a metric shitton of anxiety about keeping her away from folks who'd want to study her like a lab rat or worse use her for their goals, and as the child of an extremely obsessive compulsive parent I can tell you that it does rub off and can make you extremely paranoid. Like, Lottie's probably got her own little conspiracy board by age 5 in this scenario lol. Kris only knows protecc, attacc, and panic attacc.

Also, I’m truly trying to avoid saying “she’d be a bit kinder/more thoughtful” bc it feels like gender stereotyping but also Karl is Karl and the bar is on the floor lmao. Kris isn't nice but she does more or less recognize when people deserve kindness. I don't think she'd be better or worse off, overall. But she'd be different, as any of us would. I think what you'd end up with is a more subdued but still slightly feral little mischief maker who is more cognizant of other people's needs and wants but possibly less... funny and over the top in her pursuits as a result lol. I'll let you decide if that's a good or bad thing. Anyway. I'm now thinking too hard about that first scenario I described because you planted the seed lol. Hmmm.

[bacotri]

Rooftop Girl

I woke up on the bed again. It's the same room, same building, same atmosphere, all over. Cursing myself, I wanted to go back to sleep, but my clothes are uncomfortable enough that I decided I'd go to bath.

Often at times like this I'd scramble myself out and go straight to the rooftop. Uncomfortable clothes means sunlight, and sunlight means I can go up top. There'd always be a girl, smoking up there, and I like talking to her.

As per usual my dreams was realistic and boring. It's always either middle school, or high school. Some of them even blend the two. They always have my friends on them, faces all blurry but recognizable. I hate it, I want to dream something fantastical.

I want to wake up as a detective on some foreign land. Half-dead after a bender and reeks of alcohol. But duty calls and I have to solve some murder.

Or maybe take me to some ancient and evil land. Where I have to survive and battle giant lizards and flaming dragons. In the end I'd marry a princess or save a kingdom.

Anything, anything but the mundane.

"Hey, you again," said the girl on the rooftop.

Her name is Helen, but she doesn't like to be called that. We settled on "rooftop girl" since it's obscuring enough while describing her so much. Helen loves dragging cigarettes and leaving the butts for the cleaning crew to painstakingly pick up.

"I knew you'd be up here," she continued.

"Whatever, I'm here to tan." I sat down near the fences. "They still haven't banned you from those, huh?"

"They can't, and these aren't your usual smokes, too." She drags a smoke and throw one of the butts down to the field below.

"That's gonna hit someone, someday," I said nonchalantly.

"Nobody's been down there since ages, Ko." She lights up another cigarette.

We didn't talk after that. The bags under her eyes feel comforting to me. Her ruffled hair and overall tired look makes me want to protect her at all costs.

"How was... your sleep last night?" I asked, surprised at myself for asking that.

"Huh? It's fine I guess. I didn't sleep much." she said.

"So am I."

"Bullshit, or you'd be here since seven. You just got here because it's hot inside, right?"

"Yeah, you got me. But I dreamt of that thing again last night, might as well be awake."

"But you did shut your eyes and dreamed. That's sleep alright. Me, a creature of the night, I don't sleep at all."

"You're saying that if you were to sleep now, you'd have an awesome dream, don't you?"

"What the hell?" She laughed. "No, I don't dream. Mostly just blank screen and then an alarm blazing afterwards. That's why I hated sleep, maybe that's why this insomnia is haunting me as well."

That's scary to think about, right? Imagine being locked in a position where all you have is yourself and an imagination. You'd have nothing to do but dream.

But to have no dream at all, means not even a shadow on the wall from the fire is present. It's emptiness and tomorrow afterwards.

Sun is setting, and we have to come down again. Our rooms awaits us, and the night is a finicky master. She'd serve us sleep however she liked it. Sometimes not at all.

I stared at the ceiling of my room, waiting for sleep to come. The rooftop girl, Helen, probably didn't sleep like she said. Reminds me of an old friend I had whose obsessed with coffee.

He's a lightweight when it comes to caffeine, though. Just a sip and he won't be able to sleep. It's from him that I got an inkling that dreams need rest too. That after a few nights of non-sleep, those where you lay your head and suddenly woke up the next day, the dreams are so far removed from reality.

The next morning, I had a talk with Law, a doctor, my friend. He berated me for not sleeping.

"Think of your own health, Ko," Law said while rubbing his glasses.

"I'd go insane if I keep going like this, Law."

"You'd go insane regardless. But please, at least for the sake of me, would you just... endure this."

"I know, but you can't coop me in here like some lab rat."

"I can't do anything about it Ko, they told me that it'd get sorted out soon, but you know how they are."

"Can we settle, at least let me trace the perimeter of the building."

"No, too dangerous. You and that Helen girl are the only two hopes we have."

"I want to feel the grass again, Law."

"Soon, Ko."

I hate mornings like this. Helen hates it too. That bond is unbreakable, if you don't know it yet.

The beginning of all circle of friends are not just mutual "like" of something. Sure, that might be the case for some groups, but more often than not there's something we all hate. Hatred is a connective tissue, it promotes gossip.

It makes stories.

"What if I go, Ko?" Said Helen that day.

"Go as in..."

"Go away. Fly out of this building and just disappear."

"I think it'd be the best, right?"

She didn't even look at me as she said that. Her eyes fixated on the sky. Granted, the sky looks very pretty today.

"But you can't." I sit myself closer to her this time.

"It's a what-if, that means anything can happen," she said.

"Well, in that case you'd go, and we wouldn't see each other again," I replied.

"That makes it sound sad, Ko. I've replayed the answer over and over again in my head, and it never sounded as sad as your words. Even though they're the same words."

"I mean it would be sad considering you're leaving me behind."

"You don't even consider going with me."

"Why would I?"

Helen then made a frame out of her fingers, and point it at me. Her cigarette blew smoke out.

"Ko, I got you in a frame now. Now you exist between these fingers." She then moved the frame away from me, towards the coming sunset. "Now you're not. But are you still there?"

"I am, I guess. You just took me out of the frame."

"Then in this case, are you going with me, or not?"

"I don't know... in spirit?"

"Yeah. In spirit. A shadow of you."

The ambers from Helen's dying cigarette flies away. Sunset is coming, and she held my hand as we move back in.

"I've resigned from ever wanting to get out of here, Ko." Helen and I walk down the staircase. "From the first day of quarantine, they told us that we're special, and that this is going to be just like home."

"The first day, huh? That's like, what, a year ago?" I asked rhetorically.

"We've lost a lot of people. They couldn't withstand the daily tests. Only the two of us left."

"It's funny that out there there's a real disease, actually killing people, all death-tally and world-shaping, and we're here dying of boredom."

"Funny is a funny word to frame it."

We reached the doors to our dorms. It was a dorm before, but now it's more of a large single room. We were separated by sex, so Helen and I never had time to sleep together.

That doesn't mean her and I haven't had time to lay together. Lay, because I never could sleep beside her. I've always wanted to feel how it feels to wake up next to her. I would spend all of the night examining her features, the way the shadow lands on her beautiful mixture of blond hair and firm lines, or just how on each breath that she takes my soul flies.

The next morning I wake up in a boat, floating over a dark shadowy ocean. I rubbed my eyes, pinched my cheek, do everything I needed to confirm reality. It's no use, this is real.

Law is there with me. Sitting on a wooden stool, overlooking the paddles.

"Law... where are we?" I asked.

"Law, must be the name of this vessel." The voice from the figure is not Law's. It's rough, like someone who has been at sea for years on end. "I'm sorry boy, the man you call Law is not here anymore."

"Then who are you?"

"The caretaker."

"Don't joke with me now."

"Your culture named me The Caretaker. Although my duty is not to care, just to take... that was an example of a joke, if you could call it that."

He turned his head slowly to look at me. His eyes a deep blue ocean. Although what he wore and the shape of his body all resembles Law. There is no trace of Law in him.

"I'm sorry, boy named Koda. This is it, your journey ends here. Once you get off, you end," said the figure.

In hindsight I must've looked pathetic in front of him. Babbling and crying about the missed opportunities I had. The Caretaker nodded and listened to every tearful complaints I have. But to him, there is nothing else to do. Crying is a natural reaction to things like these.

"Every time you come here, you always do this. No matter the face, no matter the life, there's always a reason to return." The Caretaker paddles slowly. "I guess it's a benefit of life, to see things in a positive light almost all of the time. To think that time itself is a linear path, and that there is a future to achieve."

I sat there silently after running out of tears.

"You will return again, another name, another chance. You will meet her again, in another sense. Such a shame that no amount of repeat will ever make you remember." Our little boat reaches a shore.

The Caretaker told me to get off of his boat, and that he'll be back waiting for me again. I don't know what it means, but I only have one thing on my mind. Whatever shadow lies behind the light I'm going to, I will see her again.

[yandere-chocolate]

Yandere monster/demon x male reader ~(Romantic)~

TW/CW: selling your soul, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, fear, cussing but not much.

(Based off of the song: “Devil’s Train” by The Lab Rats.)

“C’mon out, sweet’hart~” the voice cooed, walking slowly & calmly around the strange plain. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya!” You covered your mouth, trying to control your breathing so can get away from all of this!

“We made a deal, pretty boy! ‘Bout time you held up your end of the bargain, isn’t it?” He asked, still grinning like it did when it walked beside you near the train tracks. If only it listened & left you alone. You should have listened to your mother. You have never went anywhere near those tracks. But it’s too late. Now you have got your money, your fame, your cars, your house, your pool, you got everything you could ever ask for. But now it’s time to pay up.

The human-like man with the hoodie covering his face; except his glowing red eyes & his shining, bright white, sharp-toothed grin.

“C’mon~ I ain’t got all night! You don’t wanna see me a̶n̴g̵r̷y̶,̸ ̸d̷o̶ ̶y̸o̶u̶?̷” there it was. That other voice. It the same tone, but somehow more sinister. Like the same voice was talking at once, mostly synced up, but the second voice was slightly deeper & trailed slightly behind the first. Oh, but that voice was only a warning. One you knew you should heed, but you didn’t want to end up like your grandfather; rotting away forever in another universe.

The man began humming, casually walking around. You felt as though he knew where you were, but just wanted to see how well you listened. & you did not listen well at.

“Just pay up, babe, Î̸̢’̶͉͠m̶͕̓ ̴͚͛g̷̥͊é̵̻ț̸̿ṭ̸͒ĩ̵̦n̴͑ͅ’̵̫́ ̶̰̋t̷̬̍ï̵̻r̵̲͂ė̷̩d̷̖͋.̸͍̏..~” it sang, the other voice now far more annoyed, yet keeping a happy tone. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way ý̶̳o̵̐͜u̴͆ͅ’̷̡̓ŗ̷̈́e̸͗ͅ ̶͓̈f̸̠̕ṳ̵̓c̶̣̐k̶̞̈́i̴̲̒ň̸͔g̷̻͛ ̵̧̓m̸͓̉ì̸̡n̸̼̕ḛ̷̋!” The demonic voice growled. You could tell you were severely trying its patience. A part of you was happy about that because it meant you hiding away in the forest near your newfound mansion wasn’t in vain. Not completely…heh.

“Alright! You got ‘till the count of five.” Your breath hitched & curled into a ball.

“One.”

You shut your eyes tightly, wishing this was all a dream. An awful, awful dream.

“Two.”

But it wasn’t. You were going to end up a tortured soul like your grandfather.

“Three.”

You had no idea what you were agreeing to! He was so intimidating—he…

“F̶o̶u̴r̸.̵”

Please go away, please go away, take the car, take the house, take everything, just leave me alone…

“F̶̦͘i̸͉̕v̵̟̊ē̸͍.”

……………

“The hard ẅ̷̗à̷̟y̶͕͊ ì̵̝t̸̯͊͆ ̷̫͗̂i̸̧͖̾͌s̸̝͈̃͆.̵͈͎̃”

You heard hard thumps on the grass, but had very little time to process it before you were shoved to the ground. He ran. That was him running. But he was so far away…how…?

The humanoid man above you was sneering, red eyes burning into the very soul it wanted so bad; narrowing to fixate themselves on the frightened face below them. He was panting; more because of the emotions of exasperation & obsession than the physical activity of running at an inhuman pace to find you.

Its hand was tightly gripping your shirt; nails digging into the soft flesh beneath it. A leg placed on your stomach to keep you from moving.

After awhile of just staring at each other like this, he let out a chuckle, smiling once more when his brain fully processed that he finally had you. After years of thinking about you, reminiscing in your face, your scent, your touch, it finally had you!

“Y’know what? I don’t think I feel like punishing you anymore, pretty boy~” the voice raspy & deeper. It was sca—wait, punishing?!

You were easily picked up by the 192cm (6ft 3, I think) tall man , thrown over his shoulder like you weighed about as much as a sack of potatoes. It began taking you back to the train tracks & you watched in horror as the train pulled in. No…no, no, no, no, no, no—!

“right on time. C’mon, babe~” he got on the train with you still placed over his shoulder. You tried to struggle, but he had an iron grip on you.

You were placed on a bed at the back of the train before being flopped on my the other man. It let out a tired groan as its hands wrapped around you; his face nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in.

“Mmm~” he purred, “you smell so good…~ I could just…” nails pressed into your back, pulling you closer to it on the bed, “T̶̢͂a̶̝͆k̵̹̀ẻ̴̮ ̵̹̊ả̶̮ ̶̰̃b̶̧́į̶̎t̵̫̋ë̵͕~̴̦̎” he purred into your ear. He chuckled at the fear he knew you had. It was simply adorable~

“Don’t worry, baby. I’d never hurt you. Not as long as you don’t make me m̴a̶d̴.” It growled, lightly biting your neck, causing your breath to hitch. “It’s okay. You won’t end up like your gramps. I like you too much for that~” you whimpered & he purred like a cat. “I love your so much, babe.” He groaned.

A few hours went like this before you both felt everything shake before stopping.

“Ah, that’s our stop!” The now gravely voice spoke, picking you up once more.

“W̷̜̪̑̿e̴̬̓l̷͔̀̎c̶̙̞̄ȍ̵̭m̴͈̥̈́ė̶̙̰ ̴͙͍̎h̸̦̙̓͛ǫ̷̺̾̅m̴̧̥͆͂e̶͈͐̆,̶̖̏̃ ̸̰̕b̵̬́̋ä̶̲͙́͗b̸͚͗̈́ỵ̵͂͆~”

(By the way, thank you all for over 500 followers! I don’t know why over 530 of you decided you wanted to see what I had to offer, but I appreciate it!^^ anyway, take care loves!✧♡☆✧♡☆)

[otakusheep15]

Hi!! Could you do a GN!MC that has joints that pops a lot??? Cuz I'll stretch in the morning and my elbows, lower back and hips will pop😭 with the obey me brothers please

This used to happen to me all the time, particularly in my knees. It got so bad and was so painful that I had to have surgery on both of them, so I understand the struggle anon. 

MC’s Joints Pop 

A bit of personal headcanon worldbuilding real quick:

I feel like demons and humans are way more (physically) different than anyone realizes

This obviously includes demon stuff like wings, tails, and horns

But humans have weird things about them that demons had no clue about until MC shows up 

One of these things is the concept of joint popping, and this plays into the following headcanon a lot 

Basically, demons don’t really pop their joints, and if they do it’s usually super painful and a sign something is broken or injured 

Lucifer 

Probably one of the only brothers who knew humans popped their joints 

Say what you want about him, but he does his research 

However, even he couldn’t predict just how much you did it

Every time you stood up, he could hear your back joints pop before you moved on like it’s nothing 

It sounds so painful, and yet here you are, just vibing 

He’s honestly impressed, even if he won’t say so out loud 

Asks you a lot of questions about it, but pretends it’s just information for the exchange program cause he’s too prideful to admit his curiosity 

If you’re double jointed or can just pop a joint out of socket at will, he freaks out for a second but pretends he already knew you could do that 

Mammon 

He screams the first time he hears your joints pop 

Straight up thinks you’re broken or something 

You have to explain to him that it’s a normal human thing 

Doesn’t believes you at first and tries to call Lucifer to get you some medical help 

Once you finally get it through his thick skull. he eases up a little bit, but he’s still not completely convinced 

It only gets worse if you can pop joints at will 

Like, even the slightest double jointed-ness or flexibility will send him into orbit out of fear and amazement 

Also tries to recreate some of the stuff you do, so please stop him before he actually hurts himself 

Leviathan 

He saw it in an anime once, but he didn’t think it was real 

Like, he thought it was just made up for that specific anime, so he’s amazed to see you can do it too 

A little grossed out at first, especially if it’s audible popping, but gets used to it pretty quickly

He’s weirdly fascinated by it but refuses to admit it

You know how everyone has that one thing that they’re super grossed out by but you’re also lowkey obsessed with it?

Popping joints is that thing for him 

Gets even more impressed if you can popped any joints at will, and might ask you to do it sometimes 

Satan

Also knew about it beforehand 

He probably has the most (correct) knowledge of weird human quirks, so he was prepared 

Very intrigued by your joints and ask sa ton of questions 

Of course, it’s purely for research and not at all for anything else 

If you can pop any joints at will, you’ll most likely become his lab rat or something 

He’s run whole experiments around your joints 

Tries to get you to pop your joints in front of Lucifer in the hopes of freaking him out a bit 

 It doesn’t work 

Asmodeus 

He’s certainly the most flexible out of the brothers, but even that’s not much compared to the average human 

After his initial freak out over hearing your joints pop, he becomes a bit jealous at how flexible humans can be 

It only gets worse if he finds out you’re double-jointed or just really flexible by human standards

There’s no doubt that he’s grossed out by the idea of joints popping, especially the more audible pops

But, like Levi, he also as a morbid fascination with it 

Asks you a ton of questions about it also also tries to test out how well your joints work 

And if you happen to be super flexible, he’ll ask if he can test that out as well *wink*

Beelzebub

He really doesn’t care that much 

Just writes it off as another weird human thing and moves on 

Gets kinda concerned if it happens excessively though 

Like, if it happens more than once a day, he may start to freak out a bit 

Might think you’re lowkey broken and ask you about it just to make sure 

Once you assure him you are indeed not broken, he goes back to his unbothered state 

Occasionally checks in just to be sure you’re fine, but doesn’t bring it up besides that 

Finds it impressive if you’re double jointed or super flexible since he’s never seen that sort of thing before 

Although, he is one of the more athletic brothers, so he might be a little flexible at least 

Belphegor

Unbothered as well 

He already knew about this, why should he care?

You expect this ex-human fanatic to not know about popping joints and whatnot?

Anyways, yeah he’s totally unimpressed by it 

Might show the smallest bit of concern if the popping is excessive, but he knows you’re probably fine 

Doesn’t really talk about it unless you or one of his brothers brings it up first

However, he does find it cool if you’re double jointed, especially in your hands 

Also likes if you’re flexible because that means better sleeping positions 

Seriously, I think the amount of times I pop my jaw would concern these boys to no end lol. 

[sohcah-toa]

Make you mine | toa

Kinktober Entry 2: Diluc

cw: NSFW (18+), yandere!possessive!diluc x cat!girl!fem!reader, diluc as a demon lord, evil diluc, size difference, fantasy, public, obsessed, cussing, minors dni

synopsis: you had no idea that a demon lord from the underworld has been watching you for years, not until he shows up in front of you.

n: kinktober masterlist link

n: no hate against kaeya here, just thought it'd be funny to include him a little. i actually love both kaeya and diluc ♡

Diluc is the ruler of the underworld, the Demon Lord. Out of boredom he uses his orb that was made by his servants. An orb that has powers to see humans from above.

Most of his time he just sits and watches the orb. No human could interest him, he keeps finding. Diluc was the biggest demon, the strongest, he has horns, a tail and wings. He's the only demon who has wings. A sign that he's superior.

One day, while Diluc was watching on the orb, he found you. You have piqued his interests out of everyone, he watches you 24/7 on his orb. Days, weeks, months and for years, he knows exactly what you're up to.

"It's time, my Lord" one of his servants bowed down to him. Diluc has ordered them to create something that could turn him into a human.

Diluc's wide mouth curved into a smile "Well, lead me to it"

His servant walked and he followed, leading him to the laboratory. Diluc never questioned a thing, he just wanted it to happen. He can't frighten you with his form now. He wanted you to be his. Any man who tried to flirt with you, he knows them and hurts them without your knowledge.

"Here, my Lord" there was another servant, he gave you little marbles, you just stared at him, waiting for his explanation "If you take this once, you could turn into a human for a week"

"Have you tried it?" Diluc asked and they all looked at each other and answered "N-no"

Diluc slammed the table "Do you expect me to be your lab rat?"

Everybody shivered, the servant immediately took one and drank it, he became a human. His red skin turned into brown and he had hair. His horns and tails were gone, he looked exactly like a human.

Diluc clenched the marbles he was holding "Very well, good job, you just saved everybody's lives here"

All of them bowed beneath him, watching his back as he leaves. They were almost crying. Diluc was known as someone who kills for the fun of it.

;

Diluc swallowed a pill as he stands before the portal entering the human world. He felt himself transforming, his claws and big body becoming normal sized.

After a few minutes of waiting, it was complete but there was a problem: he still had his horns and tail.

He groaned "What?!" just then his servants ran up to him, looking at him. He has red long hair, horns, tail and is naked, his dick was hanging, looks like it just grew a little bit smaller, it's almost the same size as before. His human self was well-built too and he has porcelain skin.

They were surprised, their Lord was just a little smaller than them. One servant laughed, Diluc immediately stared at that servant and then killed him.

Guess he still had his powers "Tell me why I still have horns and a tail"

"S-sorry my Lord, in terms of size, you are so different from us, I-I only calculated our size t-that was—" the servant never finished, Diluc killed him off before he got the chance

Everybody backed away, breaking in sweats. Diluc sighed and turned to the portal again whispering to himself "This'll do, I can't wait any longer"

;

A few hours after entering the human world, Diluc has clothes and he already took over a village, injuring everybody living there and then left.

He's off to find you. Since he knows everything about you it'll be easy for him. He tried to examine his dick before finding you, he realized that he was big and smirked, he saw what humans' dick look like because of the orb and he felt pleased about himself.

He's seen you doing dirty things on the orb and it excites him. It excites him so much that he masturbates while watching you even if his servants are present in the room. This has become a habit of his. It came to the point where he no longer can't help it, that's when he ordered his servants to create the marbles.

He thought to himself that you will be pleased by his size while staring at his own dick. People passing by stared at Diluc, a man with horns and tails staring at his own dick? Weird

;

Luckily for Diluc when he arrived in your village, halloween was being celebrated. Everybody was out dressed as monsters and Diluc fit right in. Diluc started walking towards your house.

While walking, he received multiple compliments saying that he has a sick costume and how cool that his tail really moved.

Just then, he saw you walking, he never realized that he hasn't been watching you for hours. You were dressed as a sexy cat and with a man dressed as a pirate; it was Kaeya. He immediately ran towards you to punch him. Everybody screamed. Diluc has known Kaeya because you like him, he never could hurt Kaeya because you see each other everyday. Diluc only hurts the people who you couldn't see after a day. He hurts the people but he doesn't want you to see that.

"Stop! Who are you?" You yell at Diluc. You turn to the man who was on the floor and help him up "Are you alright Kaeya?"

"Y-yeah. Crazy bastard" Kaeya muttered, standing up. You and Kaeya are on the way to the party in the Knights headquarters "Who the hell are you?"

Diluc just clenched his fists but turned to you and smiled "Can I go to the party?" Diluc remembered that you spoke about this in the orb, he thought it was the only way to get you to spend time with him

"How do you know about that?" You asked him, furrowing your brows. Diluc shrugged at this, how could he be so naive? You really just make him feel weak.

"I-I was invited — by Jean. I'm Diluc" Diluc blurted that out loud without thinking. He knows everyone in your life. You thought that because it was Jean, it was a big deal. You just decided to ask her in the party later.

;

You all arrived at the party. Diluc and Kaeya kept on fighting. You feel suspicious of Diluc so you're keeping a close eye on him.

Meanwhile, all Diluc could think of was killing Kaeya for being with you earlier. Diluc had no idea if Kaeya saw you dressing up or if he did something to you.

You were feeling a little thrilled. Kaeya made a move on you earlier, asking you to be his 'partner' or as he called it 'his fuck buddy'. You agreed since you had your eye on him for a while and you were sure he kept on flirting and touching you from time to time. He put something inside of your pussy hole earlier, a vibrator.

Diluc never knew this because he wasn't watching the orb earlier which was his biggest mistake. He has no idea what happened.

You feel a little queasy, you feel Kaeya staring at you with a smirk. You couldn't even notice Diluc who is keeping an eye on you. He knew your reactions. He knew you were feeling good but had no idea why. You feel the need to ask Jean about the man though but your knees felt week.

Everybody you encountered asked you if you were fine to which you answered "J-Just had too much to drink, I'm fine"

You make your way to Jean's office, you knew someone was following you, you thought it was Kaeya so you felt excited. The thought of him pulling you in the hallway and having his way with you in public turns you on.

Diluc was the one following you, hurting anybody who dare go in your way by using his tail.

You wondered why you weren't seeing anybody. You fall to your knees as you moan. You're on all fours in the hallway, alone, moaning slightly, cursing Kaeya in your mind.

Diluc saw your ass and that your shorts were all wet. You are wearing a cat costume after all, Diluc can see almost all of your skin.

Diluc's pants already had a tent. He couldn't help himself. He's been watching you for years and here you are in front of him. His tail wagged watching you moan on the floor.

You gather the courage to stand up, you were near Jean's office.

;

"Jean?" You went in the room and there was nobody. You go in her bathroom to fix yourself. You have to remove the vibrator. You say sorry to Kaeya in your mind, you couldn't take it anymore and he wasn't making a move anyway. You sigh at this thought.

You heard someone outside "Jean? S-sorry, I had to use the bathroom real quick" you haven't thought this through, why did you even remove it? Where the hell would you put it? You groaned to yourself as you put it back. You clenched your teeth to prevent yourself from moaning.

You came out of the bathroom and saw someone— Not Jean, not Kaeya, the guy from earlier, Diluc.

You slowly backed "W-what are you doing here?" you feel your slick flow on your thighs "Ghn— what do you want? Jean's not here" you tried your hardest to supress your moans

"I'm not here for her, I'm here for you" He muttered "Why are you feeling good?"

You were confused, how could he possibly know that? You were trying so hard, isn't it enough? You ask "What?"

"I know you. You're feeling good right now. What happened with Kaeya and you?" Diluc said with a straight face, you were slowly walking to the door while conversing with him

"We're not close" You rolled your eyes, he slowly walks closer to you. You were so nervous that you tripped on your cat tail and fell on the ground.

Your legs were spread and your butt was hurt "Ow"

Diluc stared at you as he walks toward the door "You're wet"

Your eyes widen from embarrassment. You were unable to talk, you quickly stick your legs together hoping that Jean would come back in her office.

You stand up backing away from him but he grabbed your waist using his tail. You gasped "It — moved?!"

You were now face to face with him, you feel his tail's grip on your waist tighten as he stares into your face "You're beautiful up close, even more than when I see you in the orb"

You couldn't get away because of the tail, you're still grasping the situation. He pulled you in closer, letting his erect massive cock feel your fuzzy shorts. He slowly grinded on you as you thrash around.

You were surprised, even when grinding you could already feel that he was so big. You felt scared. You tried to back away from him but his tail kept pulling you in closer.

"Why are you backing away?" He asked, this time he also used his hands to pull you closer by holding your back.

"L-Let go!" You yell at him "Who are you?! What are you?"

Diluc doesn't budge "I will make you mine" he forced himself in your lips and started to kiss you roughly, groping your breast so when you moaned, he entered his tongue. You struggled and tried to push him away but his gropes felt so good. Not to mention you had a vibrator in you.

You started melting in the kiss, letting his hands roam in your body. You stop thrashing around.

"S-stop" You whispered, feeling week in your knees. Even if you do fall, his tail got you. You feel like he was sucking the energy out of you.

Diluc was breathing heavily at this point, hungry for you after all these years "S-Shit— you feel so good y/n" he stared at your face, he was so addicted that he wanted to put you in his pocket and own you.

He sniffed your hair, neck, shoulders, your chest, inhaling all of you "You even smell good, so that's the purpose of putting those things in your body"

"W-what are you t-talking about?" You softly groaned, feeling good "S-stop, Diluc"

He stared at you, wide-eyed "You called my name" he felt something he never felt towards you before, he never knew he would like it so much when you called his name. This made Diluc pin you on the door behind him without hurting you. Changing positions. His tail was carrying you on the waist gently.

"What are you?" You asked but he didn't utter another word. He nibbled your ear, licking it while his hands started to remove your costume. He wanted all of you.

You moaned loudly, you were pretty sure that whoever was walking outside in front of this door can hear you moan but you couldn't help it. Diluc was doing all the right things in your body. He knew just where to touch you, where to lick, where to grope. He knows all your weak spots.

The door was making creaking sounds as he grinds himself in your crotch, grunting "Can't hold it anymore"

You felt scared knowing how big he was and that's just what you felt. You don't actually know how big he is. All of your costume was removed, he ripped it. The vibrator was still inside you. You felt hot but Diluc was a stranger, for some reason you don't want him to stop. You feel so horny, maybe it was because of the toy inside you or because this man was so hot and is touching you on all the right places.

He started to remove his clothes too "I never wanted clothes from the start" you felt anxious because you hear it everytime someone walks pass the door, you hear everybody partying just a few turns away.

"D-Diluc!" You scream as he started licking your breasts like a hungry little baby while pumping it, his long red hair touched your skin and tickled you, after you scream his name he started touching your pussy, he stopped and removed the vibrator. He looked at you with clenched teeth.

He slammed his hand on the door, just beside your head "So this is why you feel good?" he crushed the toy using his one hand and threw it. You shivered in fear, he was that strong "But I won't get mad at you, my little kitten I won't don't worry. Whoever did this will pay"

He rubbed your clit and sucked your breasts again, his tail was rubbing your butt while it was in your waist. You feel your mouth secrete saliva. Your slick flowed on Diluc's hand.

Diluc licked his own fingers, tasting you "You taste good" all you could do was moan loudly, not even trying to hide it anymore. Diluc has removed everything in your costume except for your cat ears. He liked seeing you with it "Fuck you're so cute with those little ears on"

"Ngh— Diluc w-what?" You felt so intoxicated by everything that you couldn't even focus on what he was saying. The door was creaking loudly at this point. You open your eyes and see his dick rubbing against your stomach, it was so big so your eyes widen "Your d-dick is so—"

Diluc smirked while he continued to make you feel good "I knew you'd be pleased"

His tail made you lean forward on his dick, letting you face it. His whole cock was the length of your head. You couldn't possible stick all of it in your mouth so you just look at him "This is i-impossible"

He stroked your hair from above and pushed himself in your mouth. Your eyes widen and tears started falling from your eyes, he started moving and you immediately gagged. The sound you made made Diluc do it more. You feel like your mouth was going to rip.

"I love fucking your small mouth" Diluc said as he thrusted faster. He couldn't put all of his dick inside your mouth, he was too big but still he kept trying, making you gag so much that saliva started coming out of your mouth, making his cock wet. He grabbed a handful of your hair, tightening his grip "You're so beautiful taking my dick as much as you can"

All you could manage was sounds, your mouth felt so full you couldn't even talk. You don't know if this cock turns you on or scares you. He made you gag so much that he almost came, but Diluc didn't let this happen.

He used his tail to make you face him again, he kissed you immediately, he doesn't care about the amount of saliva your mouth was secreting.

He started to position himself in front of your pussy hole "Diluc!! N-no! You're too—!" but he put it in, you scream. You felt like your pussy was going to break but at the same time it made you feel crazy. You started moving your hips on your own, jumping and letting your legs embrace his waist, letting your vagina suck all of his thick long cock as you move up and down, still pinned on the door.

"Fuck you're so big" You muttered, unable to control yourself anymore. You grinded on him like there was no tomorrow. You were riding him. Diluc grunted, letting you move, the look on your face turned him on so much, he was afraid he was going to break you.

Your feet curled while embracing his waist. Diluc removed his tail on your waist because you're already riding him. He used his tail to rub your erect nipples. You touch Diluc's muscled body. His abs and his nipples, you started sucking it "S-shit, you're making me lose my mind"

You don't know what you're doing, all you know is that you're horny, you didn't even care if this was a stranger. Diluc moaned, pushing you a little so the door could support your back.

He started to move on his own and you immediately feel his dick on your cervix as you scream. Diluc thrusted himself, banging you on the door. He groped your breasts as it bounces up and down with every thrust he makes.

"You're so beautiful you know that? You're mine, got it?" Diluc grunted, thrusting deeper, you were so sure you were going to break "Fuck!"

He thrusted so fast that the bangs on the door were getting louder and louder. The sound of his dick slapping in you echoed.

Just then, the door fell on the other side, breaking, he pounded on you so hard that you both fell.

You were laying on your back with the door on the floor and he was on top of you. The door and the both of you was now on the hallway. Everybody outside was looking at the both you. This didn't stop Diluc from thrusting and groping.

Everybody there either took a photo or a video. You couldn't stop moaning because of Diluc. He didn't care whether people were watching. You hugged Diluc and pushed him in your chest while he's still moving in and out of you.

You open your eyes and look everywhere, they were all your co-workers. You couldn't even feel embarrassed especially that you were previously in Jean's office and now you broke her door, all you could feel right now was pleasure as Diluc fucks the shit out of you. You stroke Diluc's hair as it tickles other parts of your body.

"D-Diluc— I'm cumming!!" You scream this as you move your hips at the same pace as him, you used your hands to rub on his nipples. His grunts became rougher along with his thrusts. He was so deep in you that the bulge on your tummy became bigger.

"Cum my little kitten, cum with me" He muttered, focusing on his thrusts "I-I'm going to cum in your pussy"

"Fuck" you muttered, feeling your high, Diluc doesn't change his pace, he continued hitting the right spot making you scream as you cum.

He wasn't done even if you were so he continued, your cum spreading on his dick. Seconds later his grin on your breast tighten as he came, filling you with his thick white substance. He tried to catch his breath then carried your lifeless body bridal style. His dick hangging around while everybody was there.

He used his tail to push all the people out of his way. "We're not done, these people are annoying me" Diluc whispered. You completely had no energy left, cum was seeping out of your hole.

"F-Fuck everybody is—" You whispered, looking at everybody while Diluc carries you. You caught a glimpse of Kaeya, his face was full of horror as he glares at Diluc's back.

"I'll take care of them. You're mine now" Diluc said with a smile. You felt so tired that all you could do was rest on his muscular body.

— END

note: help omg i luv demon lord diluc sm,, i feel like this is super long lmao

[edensrose]

Hello hello! Can I ask for blood, exposed, ideals, mask, quit, tears, and zenith for Arie Hon and Po Bidau Gustang?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 1k event: yandere

ʚ pairing : arie hon, po bidau gustang / reader ( separately )

ʚ cw : yandere themes ៸៸ possessive and obsessive behaviour ៸៸ death mention ៸៸ psychological torment ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised

ʚ note : absolutely!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ARIE HON 

ʚ blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He isn’t really fond of mess, in fact, he may just punish you even more should there be a mess - despite him being the fact that you are most likely bleeding. He always wants you to be ‘perfect’ so, in a way, this conditions you to his norms

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Hon wouldn’t show you that much emotion. If anything he may use it in the form of an award system, depending on whether you are genuinely in love with him or not. If you behave, he’ll be open with you - if not, he’ll shun you away and act as if you’re just a stranger to him 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

His goal is to morph you into the perfect little wife and doll for him to play with. He wants you completely complacent and reliant on him - totally submissive to him and only him. Like a puppet he gets to pull the strings on 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He’s unsure of what he would do if you were to die - perhaps he would force one of his wives to become like you in both appearance and personality. If you were to escape - well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be too long until you’re dragged back by your hair to his floating castle 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Enjoys your tears but he wouldn’t quite show it. He may just make you feel as if he’s even angered at the fact that you cry - anything to further drill into your head his constant need for perfection. It gives him a real kick to watch you panic and scramble to apologise while trying to dry your eyes as quickly as possible 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?

Hon would actively seek to break you and quicken the process of turning you into his own personal doll. Of course, these efforts would be subtle at first. But soon they would fester and become far more intense as his need to have you obey his every whim wins over his love of waiting out the process

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ PO BIDAU GUSTANG

ʚ blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is not overly fond of causing a mess in general but he would be willing to do so in moderate amounts should the situation call for it. One of the more prominent times in which he would be more willing to make a ‘mess’ is when he’s conducting experiments on you 

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ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Gustang isn’t the least bit open when it comes to his feelings - even if it comes to his darling. In fact, he may be even more closed off when it comes to you. He wants you to fear him to a certain extent - not ‘think that he’s weak for showing emotion’, nor give you the hope of mercy 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants you at his side at all times, as any yandere would. The future he has for you is most probably as a lab rat of sorts, the perfect little subject for all his experiments with the bonus of his demented love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you were to die, Gustang would conduct various experiments in an attempt to bring you back - he simply cannot live without you after all. In the end, he may just succeed. . . in a way. He would clone you. Anything rebellious or traits that he deemed as flaws would be removed and your clone mere shadow of your former self; eager to obey him at every command 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He is indifferent when you cry and at some times it may even just annoy him a little if he’s in a particularly bad mood. It is those days that your punishments are extended longer, with his excuse being: “if you wish to cry then I’ll give you something to cry about.”

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ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?

Absolutely. However, it would most likely be on accident - but nevertheless still welcomed. If he can break you into an obedient little test subject then by all means - he’d do so within a heartbeat 

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Harvest Moon | Bucky Barnes

Summary: No matter the disagreement, Bucky’s still in love with you. All he needs is one dance. Listen to “Harvest Moon” by Neil Young as you read.

A/N: Yay! My first Bucky fic! And it’s autumn themed (don’t tell me it’s too early)!! Hope you love it. Also i am OBSESSED with the show Ted Lasso, so yes there’s a short part about that show.

Warnings: None, angst with a happy fluff ending, just language

Word Count: 3790

NOT MY GIF

Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say

It was a warm Saturday night in October, and you were cozied up in the Avengers compound as usual. Your blanket around you, you were laying in your bed up on the third floor, with some boring show droning on in front of you. You were too busy scrolling on your phone to watch the TV anyway. Funny how that works, right? The constant stream of new content was a pitiful attempt to drown out the emotions, and the unshed tears swimming in your head. All the things you didn’t say in the summer that came back to hurt you in the fall.

Your longtime lover, Bucky Barnes, was exactly what you were missing right now. It had been an eventful summer for you two; let’s be honest, as enhanced superhumans, your lives were always eventful. It’s how you found each other. But this summer had been eventful in a different way. Brutal attacks were made on Earth, which brought you and Bucky back to Wakanda. He still felt indebted to the Wakandans, and made every effort to help and protect them. Where he went, you went; and so you found yourselves living in a hut together for the summer, feeding goats in your free time and fighting blue-blooded aliens when duty called. It was overwhelming at times, and you two needed each other for exactly that reason.

Just like children sleeping, we could dream this night away

On the flip side, though, people don’t warn you that even when you’re a superhero, you still have normal couple problems. Specifically, living together. It was a temporary situation while you were fighting in Wakanda, but you and Bucky had never considered living together before. Your aging was delayed; why would either of you ever want to rush these big relationship milestones? But sharing one room in Wakanda made you both realize some things about your relationship. Unfortunately, these were conflicting realizations, and they led to countless nights bickering over your future as a couple.

Bucky had loved the shared living situation. From the night you had arrived back to the Avengers compound, he had pushed the idea of living together, getting engaged, then married, maybe even have some little enhanced Barnes kids running around. And it overwhelmed you. You hadn’t been subjected to Hydra torture like he had, but your teen & young adult life had been traumatic all the same. You were given the serum in a Russian doping experiment, a failed attempt to see if the super serum could be detected in an Olympic-level blood test. The answer was yes, it could, but your time as a lab rat wasn’t over. You were brutally tested on for countless days without sedation or relief in any form. You were never brain wiped or frozen either, which meant that your trauma was much more recent than Bucky’s, and it replayed fresh in your mind.

Your nights were far more restless, and your migraines were nearly constant. You two had befriended each other originally because you realized you had similar struggles. He had been the one to wake you from your nightmares and hold you close, night after night. He never asked for anything in return, and you never quite realized that as he was helping you, it was saving him too. You were less confident than he was; still afraid to simply live, still uncomfortable in your own skin. No matter how much help you had, only time would make that go away. He knew that.

But there’s a full moon rising, let’s go dancing in the night

That didn’t change the fact that you hated change. You adored Bucky all along, and everyone could see it, but you had still been hesitant when he officially asked you on dates. He had done it the old-fashioned way- slowly, and like a gentleman, so there was less chance of scaring you off. “I don’t care if it takes me 100 years to get you, honey,” he always told you, “I’d rather wait than lose my chance with my favourite girl.”

And boy, did he wait. But finally, he got the girl. The compound celebrated for him that night. That was nearly two years ago now. And only a week ago was your return from Wakanda. Bucky had reasoned with you all through the day and night, but you wouldn’t have it and he didn’t know why. You had yelled at him, “Bucky, give me a break! You know, you know more than anyone I’m not comfortable with this. Please.”

“I know, my love, but I’m begging you. I was sure you’d want this. It’s me, it’s your boyfriend. I want to love you every day for the rest of our lives, you KNOW that. I want a wedding with you. I want a house, or at least a shared room together here. I want kids, if you do! Let me give it to you.” Bucky had pleaded, his voice raised.

“You told me you’d rather wait than lose me!” You yelled back at him. “Remember that? Seems like right now you’re not living up to that. So maybe… maybe you’re losing me.”

Bucky’s heart dropped down to his knees, which felt weaker by the second. For the first time, you had rendered him completely speechless. He knew that when you said something, you meant it. He also knew that you were very closed-off, which made you very stubborn, especially when it came to your boundaries. He had pushed a little too far, he had overstepped a little too soon, and he realized it instantly. But he could tell your mind was made up. Still, he begged.

“Y/N, honey, you don’t mean that. You know I can’t lose you. You’re my everything! That’s the reason I’m asking you this! Just give me this. Please. I only ever want this with you,” he cried to you. You were already leaving his room.

“Then you can wait for me again.”

We know where the music’s playing, let’s go out and feel the night

There’s a couple good sayings about regret, right? How a few moments of misplaced value could mean an entire lifetime of regret. And although your “moments of misplaced value” only happened a week ago, you were certainly expecting the regret you felt to last an entire lifetime.

You wanted more than anything to run back to Bucky and tell him how sorry you were. You shouldn’t have yelled, you shouldn’t have said those things to him. He wasn’t pushing too far, or losing you, you were just tired of the thought of change. And mostly afraid. You were terrified. You thought, how can he want kids? Another asset that Russian agents can take from us when we’re captured again?

Your paranoia had always been at a high level about being taken again. It was a “when”, not an “if”. As much as Bucky had tried to convince you otherwise, you believed they would come for you sooner or later. And when they did, you couldn’t imagine being taken from a husband and children. You loved Bucky, but you wanted to be as alone as possible. The more love you received from people, the more it would hurt when you were stolen from them again.

But it was autumn, the air was getting colder, you were alone in your bedroom in the midst of a huge Avengers party, and god, you hated being alone tonight. If you and Bucky had never fought, or if you had chosen your words a little more carefully, you wouldn’t have to be alone right now.

When we were strangers I watched you from afar

Bucky was outside in the cool autumn air, soaking in the sights. Tonight was Tony Stark’s Harvest Moon Gala, which he held every fall. The man used any excuse to throw a formal party, and Bucky had been dragged to it. He sat alone at his table and watched the couples swaying on the floor, dreaming about his own girl. Not yours anymore, Barnes.

He wanted nothing more than to just ditch this party and go drown his sorrows in his own room, but Steve had forced him to get dressed in a nice outfit and dragged him downstairs to the party. That was almost 3 hours ago, and his social battery was draining more and more by the second. When he got like this, he usually just went and found you; his safe place. He had to remind himself frequently these days that you couldn’t be his safe place anymore. That thought killed him more every day.

He had been a stranger to everyone lately, walking circles around the compound. He wasn’t angry, not one bit. How could he be angry with you, his one and only? He knew he pushed too far, too soon. He knew it was all his fault. But now it was done, and he knew the way you were, and the thought wouldn’t stop repeating in his head, you lost her, you lost her, you lost her. The words in his head almost became too much for him to bear when a familiar voice cut through it. “Man, you look like shit.” Sam Wilson slapped his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, coming up from behind him. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking about her,” was all Bucky could say.

When we were lovers I loved you with all my heart

He didn’t even have to say your name; just the word “her” sent him into a flashback from months ago. July in Wakanda was a blur. He could remember waking up next to you, looking down to see you curled into his side, facing away and resting on top of his arm. You had always adored and been careful with his prosthetic arm, which made him a thousand times less insecure. The best part of snuggling into a metal arm? It never fell asleep during the night. He’d wrap his flesh arm around you until you woke up, when he’d kiss your cheek from behind you and plead to stay in bed for just a minute longer.

After many more long minutes, you would force him to get out of bed along with you. He always loved to watch you stretch in the mornings; no matter where you were or what was happening, it was nice to have one thing constant. You’d always lean against a wall or sit on the edge of the bed and raise your arms above your head, stretching everything out with a lazy yawn. He loved the way the morning sunlight hit your skin as you stretched in front of the open door. In those moments, and most others, he felt like he could just look at you forever.

He could recall spending the day running around with the local children and feeding the goats, maybe tending to a few crops. The simple life. He was touching you whenever possible. The next day, you might get called in to fight some aliens, and never make it back. Who knew? He had to make sure that if it was going to be your last day together, you knew how much he loved you, just in case. You’d just laugh at his paranoia and clinginess, but he knew you felt it too. Probably even worse than he did.

You’d end the day with a quick dip in the pond just outside your little house. On the extra hot days, the children would swim with you around lunchtime as he watched from the shore. But your evening swim, after everyone else had retired for the day, was a ritual just between the two of you. He lived for these quiet nights spent with you. It’s all he wanted; he finally felt safe, and free, and madly in love with this fucked-up, anxious girl who came from Russia right into his heart.

You’d just swim in your underwear, walking out until it was deep enough to dive underneath. It was your idea first; Bucky had been hesitant, but you’d always want to tempt fate and swim right up to your neck. Hell, if he didn’t call out for you protectively, he knew you’d swim out past where either of you could touch. It was relief from the heat, but it was also a sense of freedom that neither of you felt very often. It was an independent choice, one of the very few that the Winter Soldiers were ever allowed to make.

He would always watch silently as you dipped your head underwater, your wet hair shining in the beams of the sunset. He loved you forever, and he thought he’d have all the time in the world to say it. But now, it was October, and he was alone.

He couldn’t take his thoughts anymore. Sam had probably said something to him, but it hopefully wasn’t important, because with three words, Bucky was gone.

“I gotta go.”

But now it’s getting late, and the moon is climbing high

In seconds, Bucky was pushing through crowds of people, knowing exactly where he had to be right now. He didn’t even care if he was spilling drinks, bumping shoulders a little too harshly. He couldn’t resist any more. He gave you time and space, and he waited. God, he waited. It made his heart ache, the pain pulsating through his ribs as if it was real. He couldn’t do it anymore. Even if this hurt him more, at least it was something.

He figured you were watching one of your comfort shows right now, cozied up in your room. You were a lot newer to the crew than Bucky, with less connections, so nobody was going to force you to come to this party. Tony knew better. Plus, he didn’t want to push you or make you freak out. Most people here walked on eggshells around you. But never Bucky. He knew exactly where to step, and stepped confidently, walking right into your life and patching up the holes in your spirit.

He was exactly right; you were watching Ted Lasso, your all-time favourite comfort show. You were covered in piles of blankets, and you looked a mess, not that anyone was around to see it or give a shit. You exhaled with a long sigh, reaching for your half-empty bag of chocolate chips. You were well beyond being ashamed for eating a bag of chocolate chips in bed. Tucked in your blanket cave with the TV blaring, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard three loud knocks on your door.

Annoyed, you shuffled over to the door, abandoning your blankets. Whoever the hell was knocking was about to be sorry. Especially on the night of Tony Stark’s big autumn party, when all of his decorated guests were hoping for the Avengers’ newest freak show to make an appearance. You were specifically trying to stay in and hide tonight. You opened the door to see a man in black dress pants and a grey collared shirt, with dark hair back, blue eyes sparkling, and heart beating out of his chest. You could see it in his body language, and you were sure he could see it in yours too.

“Bucky?”

I want to celebrate, see it shining in your eye

“Y/N,” he breathed anxiously, “Can I-”

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” You interrupted him. Your heart was screaming at you to give in to him; to tell him that you were just scared, and paranoid, and most of all, really fucking sorry. But you waited.

“There’s a party tonight.” He told you, shuffling in his place as if he forgot how to stand in a doorway. It wasn’t his first time standing anxiously at your bedroom door, but this was the first time he was here to apologize.

“I’m aware,” you replied, more cold than you meant to, “I’m not coming out.”

“Y/N, you- you don’t have to get dressed up. I was just wondering if I could have one dance with you? I’ve gotta say some things.” You both had to say some things, but Bucky knew if he didn’t go first, you’d just never speak to him again. Your worry would get the best of you, and you’d wait for him to apologize first, even though it should’ve been you. So he might as well just take this bullet for you.

You were standing there in pajama pants and an old, ratty T-shirt Sam had given you months ago. Before Wakanda. You frowned at Bucky, already planning to turn him down. “Buck, look at me. There’s people and-”

“I don’t care, honey! I don’t care. Come out with me. It’s not even cold out; and it’s so pretty and people won’t even notice you’re there. Please.” Suddenly, your lover was begging you again. This time, though, it was somewhat working. You looked behind you for your slippers.

“Forget shoes, just come barefoot.” You turned back to him. How did he know exactly what you were thinking? “Please?” You knew he’d leave and give you more time if you wanted, but that’s not what you wanted. You picked up his hand, silently giving him the “yes” he was looking for. He smiled at you hesitantly, knowing things were still tense between you. He wordlessly led you down the hallway and into the elevator. You stood looking straight ahead during the short elevator trip, too shy to even glance at the man who was your everything just days ago. Before you knew it, the two of you were stepping out into the cool autumn air.

Because I’m still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

There were two things you instantly noted about the party. Firstly, Bucky was wrong. It was quite cold. Not cold like your time spent in Russian labs, but cold enough to make you shiver standing in just your PJ pants and a T-shirt. Your feet stood on top of each other uncomfortably, shifting due to the coldness of the ground. You felt frozen in place as you looked at the party, and they all looked right back at you.

That was the second thing you noted - Bucky was wrong about nobody noticing you. Every single guest seemed to be looking right at you like you had three heads. Some of them were probably expecting you to have three heads, as a matter of fact. You knew they had heard through the Stark grapevine about the girl who was rescued and taken in by the Avengers, the freak show who was fucked in the head trying to become an Olympic star. Your breath suddenly caught in your throat as all your worst fears came true; your paranoia turning all the blood in your body to ice. You quickly felt a hand on your lower back, guiding you back to reality before something terrible happened.

“You’re alright, my girl, breathe steady. Come with me, ok?” Bucky spoke lowly into your ear as a song ended and another began. People slowly started to go back to their drinks and dancing, upon realizing that you were just a normal girl in your pajamas. You breathed a sigh of relief when their attention was off of you, and Bucky led you out to the side of the dance floor. Quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, you rested your head on his shoulder.

You knew this song from somewhere; it was definitely Neil Young. You vaguely remembered your parents playing it on autumn nights. Soft guitar strummed in the background, but you were paying more attention to the man swaying you in his arms. “So… you were watching Ted Lasso, right?” He asked awkwardly. You nodded into his shoulder.

“I like Roy.”

“The one who swears a lot, right?” Bucky didn’t watch a lot of TV, but he still tried to remember who was who in your favorite shows.

“Yeah, that one.” You laughed under your breath. Awkwardness aside, Bucky started to really talk.

“Y/N, I was wrong. I know. I pushed you and I know I shouldn’t have. I just get scared that you and I will never get the chance to do this stuff together if we don’t now. I would marry you right now if I could.”

“Bucky, I-I don’t want to get married right now. I’m sorry too, I didn’t have to yell at you like that. You weren’t losing me, I was just scared.” You lifted your head to look him in the eyes. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not ready for that stuff. I’m sorry if that’s a deal breaker, I don’t know why, I just can’t-”

“Doll, of course that isn’t a deal breaker. I knew a normal life wasn’t really in the cards for us, and I asked you on that first date anyway. I waited for you anyway. I want you because I’m in love with you, and if that means waiting 20 more years or never getting married, never living together or having kids, I’ll live with that. The last thing I want is to lose you.”

“I know, Buck. You didn’t lose me.” He pulled his arms tighter around your waist and leaned down to kiss you; it felt like home, and it was exactly what you needed tonight. All the wrongs of the past week had been righted with one kiss, and you both smiled into each other’s lips because you knew. You laid your head back down on his shoulder.

“So, are we..”

“We’re okay, Bucky. Let’s just dance.”

And dance you did. As songs ended and began again, he held you closer and closer. Through the evening, people filtered out, but you two danced right until the last song. “Reflecting Light” by Sam Phillips played, one of your favorites. Nearly everyone was long gone, and the air was only getting colder, but you could hardly feel it. In this moment, you felt overpowered by love. You finally seemed to understand why Bucky wanted the things he did; why he was always there for you when you needed him, why he treated you better than you could ever treat him in return. There was no motive, and he wasn’t thinking about being captured or harmed anymore. Those days of suffering were over, and in their place were years of love. Just true, pure love. You had always felt it, but you hadn’t understood it until right now.

Maybe you’d revisit the living situation in the morning.

I’m still in love with you

On this harvest moon

[keets-writing-corner]

I need to guuuuuuuuuuuuuush

I’m absolutely obsessed with Owari No Seraph/Seraph of the End. It has everything I want in a story

okay this got long so I put a cut

A romance I’m actually invested in: 1) it’s gay, like not even ambiguously gay, like very explicitly gay and it’s remarkable 2) it’s somehow enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, and childhood friends to lovers ALL AT THE SAME TIME 3) the mutual pining is ridiculous, but manifests in “I MUST PROTECT” 4) omg they’re so devoted to each other???? 5) heavily implied in the anime and manga that they are each other’s reason for living after their trauma

Ambiguous characters: 1) we’ve got not one, not two, BUT THREE HIGH RANKING CHARACTERS within their respective organizations with THEIR OWN AGENDAS, screw whoever gets in their way 2) one of the said lovers from above pairing? Technically, he’s officially on one side, but he makes it very clear he actually doesn’t care about anyone EXCEPT his love interest and actively goes behinds people’s backs all the time to get what he wants. He has exactly 0 trust except for his love interest, which means he’ll literally fight both sides to make sure love interest is safe 3) THE FREAKING QUEEN, at first she’s like in a terrible one sided relationship with one of the characters with like... uh what’s it called? Power imbalance? Like she is 100% in control of this other person because they are wholly dependent on her, and she knows it, and often calls this other person her pet, and like, you think you’re supposed to hate her because she’s one of the contributing factors to the other character’s trauma but then it’s like, wait, actually, maybe she ALSO has ulterior motives and is one of the few people said character can actually trust with their wellbeing and their own interests being the only one who actively helps them with it 4) HMMM THAT SUPER SHADY DEMON/HUMAN ROMANCE YOU KNOW THE ONE IM TALKING ABOUT

Characters that suffer: okay listen, all of the characters have suffered through trauma, but special shout-out to Mika who has gone through my favorite kind of trauma to watch that develops characters. Spoilers for the rest of this paragraph so if you want to check out the show skip over it. okay gone? for real? you okay with getting spoiled if you haven’t seen yet? alright. last chance. Okay so first thing we know about Mika is that he’s an orphan and has a found family with his orphanage group right? even when they’re all being held captive by vampires underground, he at least has his family. Mika goes above and beyond to make sure that despite that they’re essentially just acting as the vampires’ blood-stock that their time there isn’t as bad as it could be. He offers himself up to one of the nobles, saying the noble can suck his blood if he gives him things, so he gets stuff like actual real food for his family to eat. In the manga, you can see that this is really draining on him, but he does it to see his family happy. Mika also knows that his crush absolutely hates it there, so he plans an escape, except oops they all get ambushed by the very noble he stole from and was swindling, and literally everyone gets killed in front of him except his crush, well I guess at the time he was too young for crush, so I’ll just call him Yuu. Anyways. Mika and Yuu manage to knock out the vampire noble working together, but Mika is fatally wounded so only Yuu actually escapes. AND THEN MIKA IS FORCIBLY TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE BY THE QUEEN, like he hates vampires, he considers them monsters, he doesn’t want eternal life or whatever, AND SHE FREAKING TURNS HIM TO KEEP HIM FROM DYING (the way she does it too could be considered traumatizing as well) and then he proceeds to be raised by people he considers monsters and hates that he’s become a vampire, and like does everything in his power to not drink human blood (resorting to drinking the Queen’s blood, and she’s fine with it cuz it keeps him completely dependent on her) like MMMM THAT POWER IMBALANCE IN A WORLD FULL OF THE MONSTERS YOU HATE WHILE BECOMING ONE YOURSELF IS ALREADY DAMAGING ENOUGH, and then he finds out that the very adults he used to trust as a child, were actually just treating him and his found family as guinea pigs and lab rats and that the only people who actually cared about him was his found family, who are all gone except for Yuu who isn’t there, so yeah oops, he hates humans now too. Like mmmm that is some tasty juicy angst right there. It manifests in him never smiling anymore, never speaking, just sitting there stoically. Like this was the little boy who was happy smiles all the time, either when he was genuinely happy with his family or putting on an act to deceive and he’s just so broken after the timeskip that we never see him smile until late in season 2. OH LETS NOT FORGET THE WHOLE VAMPIRE THING RIGHT? Mika doesn’t want to drink blood, but his body compells him to. He refuses to at least drink human blood, which works for a while but by the time the second season rolls around, the queen’s blood just isn’t cutting it anymore and there are so many scenes where his instincts take over and he almost bites someone only to snap out of it last second and start sobbing because he believes he’s becoming a monster. AND THAT’S NOT EVEN ALL OF IT, JUST THE THINGS THAT I LIKED THE MOST TO WATCH

spoilers over

the side characters: While I do think they could use a little bit more development, but that’s probably because they’re not quite rubbing me just the right way like Mika is, so they pale by comparison BUT there are some things I enjoy 1) we’ve got a literal troll on the team. I’ve seen some people call her annoying, but omg I love seeing her troll the others. also she uses a scythe and it’s awesome 2) OMG THERE’S A SWEET BABI BOY ARCHER??? slight spoilers, but my favorite part was when he reveals that his demon decided to give him more powers because he treats his demon like a friend, and talks to it at night before going to bed, sometimes asking it what it’s favorite color is?? 3) okay okay okay, listen, I already like the character by himself, the sniper dude, he’s already great as he’s written. But then add the fact that not only does he look EXACTLY like Victor Nikiverov from Yuri on Ice, BUT HE HAS THE SAME FREAKING VOICE ACTOR TOO that just cracks me up 4) I love the one vampire side character who keeps trying to befriend Mika, and Mika just keeps stonewalling him 5) honestly the queen is really badass, and as much as I hated her at first, I actually enjoy every second she’s on screen 6) There’s a vampire called Crowley and idk what it is with him but he just gives me “Big Fun” vibes even though he’s one of the most ruthless characters in the show

plot and arcs: it doesn’t drag itself on and on and on, it actually completes goals and important benchmarks fairly quickly so we don’t need to keep waiting on things to happen. But at the same time, is so drawn out that you still can’t help but feel like it’s taking forever to get to where you want it to go and it’s great because it means you get so much story to enjoy. Also, the fact that the protagonists always have one clear goal at a time, but us as the viewers see other things happening behind the scenes, without always understanding what they are, and we’re stuck seeing this collision path where everything is gonna intersect and you know it’s going to be terrible and there characters are going to suffer but you love that. 

anyways, Seraph of the end is super good, I loved it, the anime isn’t enough so I’m actually chasing after the Manga for once. Mika is officially one of my all-time favorite characters and he deserves to be happy. If you know what I’m talking about cheer with me, if you haven’t seen it yet, omgggggggggggggggggggg GO CHECK IT OUT IF ANY OF THE THINGS I SAID APPEAL TO YOU

[yanderecandystore]

ok I had an idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head so here goes. What if the bullies had an s/o that had powers related to their emotions? How would they react to their “darling” becoming an awful, pained monster due to the utter misery and distress the two put them through?

Hmmmmmmmm- Sure! Why not :3

Sounds really interesting boo, I like the idea but I don't think I'll be able to extend it boo. I decided to make the reader be known as a monster tho-

TW/Tags: kinda angsty // mild body horror/painful transformation // gender neutral reader // monster reader // dehumanization (as in: people treat you not like a person, but as a creature-) // mentions of severe mental/physical abuse // on this one, there won't be any difference in the twins reaction, this is basically a "choose your preferred asshole" lol (both twin's parts are exact copy of each other in this one, I'm sorry ;-;) // kidnapping

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Exactly what you are [Yandere!Bully OCS x Monster!Reader - Headcanon]:

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

In this scenario, things are going to go downhill really quick boo.

I won't extend this for long, the fact is that you were born a monster in a world that doesn't like you very much. That's why you have been treated like this for so long, that's exactly why you have been bullied and cast aside for so long. Many people have treated you differently because of this, so your experience with the twins isn't exactly new.

You never really questioned why they hated you, the answer seemed to be very obvious- You were different, you were a beast in their eyes and so you never questioned whenever someone hurt you.

But it didn't mean you were somehow protected from their vile actions, holding in the frustration and the pain only made you continue to change and show your suffering in a physical grotesque form.

You changed so much. And it still hurts, even after such a long time.

It wasn't just the twins who were mean to you actually, to be fair they kept their distance while the other students were physically and verbally degrading you. They would say something mean here and there but mostly just scoff at you and the people touching you.

You never knew exactly what they were thinking when the other students tried messing with you. You could only assume they were glad to not have to deal with you.

→Alexandra Coldwell:

To be fair, Alexandra did not plan on interacting with you at all, the mere thought of it would be insulting. She would never talk with someone like you, right? Why waste her time? You weren't worth it.

That's what she kept telling herself every time she would bite her nails at seeing the others treating you like garbage, she kept telling herself as she continued to watch you accept it and never oppose them.

She couldn't distinguish the disgust she felt for you with the disgust she felt for the lowlifes tormenting you, Alexandra tried to ignore it as best as she could yet she couldn't keep herself from staring at you- Not even because of your appearance, she couldn't stop staring in general, she couldn't stop feeling something when she noticed your appearance constantly changing over your time spent in class.

It was starting to take away all her concentration as she started to imagine what exactly was happening to you, you seemed to change every time you experienced negative attention from the other students, getting more and more grotesque at each negative comment or physical attack.

She assumed you could only get more and more uglier each time you felt sad and pathetic of yourself, yet she found something extremely interesting as she started following you around- She manage to catch you in a moment she assumed no one else could- You were smiling, happy, having fun, finding beauty around you.

The beauty you found around you, somehow communicated to you, the joy you were feeling in that private secretive moment was somehow changing your appearance, and for the first time since you got into the institution she could see some sort of beauty in you- She could for the first time call you beautiful, despite her annoyance with such concept.

Alexandra would never admit it, but her time spent on stalking you and thinking about you and trying to see what makes you feel happy was starting to sound like obsession even to herself. She didn't want anyone to know about it, so she started to make it sound like she hated you with all her guts to everyone who would question her- Why? Because she thought she hated you, she was wrong.

Each day spent in studying your abilities and trying to catch every way your transformations worked were somewhat fun to her, the only issue was the other students trying to catch some of it for themselves, so she had to make sure everyone else would leave you alone so she could have your attention to something else- Something that could change your emotions and your appearance, so she could continue playing with it and seeing how much you could change.

Actually she wasn't really interested in seeing how you would look if you were angry, or fearful, or even sad- She was trying to think of how she would be able to see you happy, forever happy with your life and yourself. She started wanting to see that same beauty and joy again, everyday, she didn't really know why, but she felt compelled to try and search for what makes you happy-

With you away from everyone else, and only with her to pull the strings, that would make it a lot easier, right?

She wished it was. Turns out you don't really want to be near her, and for a good reason- She constantly talks with you as if you weren't a person, but a subject for an experiment- A lab rat, a pet.

Alexandra never meant any harm, but her words and actions would cut like the sharpest knife stabbing your heart, as you were already fragile by the constant bullying and the fact you never had any person be so weirdly invested into you.

She doesn't have the best communication skills, and it shows- As everything that comes out of her mouth is easily interpreted as condescending, rude, and selfish.

You tried to open yourself for the possibility of being her friend, you really did- But you couldn't take it anymore, you were tired of being treated differently and you were tired of making excuses for her behavior whenever she did something you didn't appreciate- Like asking you way too personal questions and touching you way too much and for way too long- You snapped at her eventually, tired of not understanding what exactly was your relationship with her.

A friend? An enemy? Someone in between? You didn't know anymore, you didn't care, you were done with this.

The thought of you ever saying "no" to her and you deciding to never talk with her again was something that had never crossed her mind. You shouldn't have done that darling, you shouldn't have humiliated her in front of so many students- You shouldn't have said no to someone who feels so lost without you.

She felt so angry at you for not only yelling at her to leave you alone, but to also not let her do what she felt like she needed to do- To find a way to make you happy! Who declines an offer like that??! Yeah, she didn't really help her case (she never really told you what she was trying to do-) but you have to understand that you're a dumbass for not accepting her.

She was angry, and just so… Sad! Sad because of you throwing her away, and for what?? So the others would go back to hurt you? Or you would be forever alone again?

You make no sense, she also makes no sense.

But she did promise herself to find a way to make you happy again, no matter the cost, right?

She snapped that day, although you would only know the consequences of your actions the day before- As you were going to talk with the principal about getting off your course, Alexandra had kidnapped you.

You didn't see her coming, you didn't see or hear a thing when you were caught. You only know that you were walking down the halls, and know you're tied to a bed frame. Never have expensive blankets and a soft mattress felt so uncomfortable.

Now, this isn't the best situation, neither for you or for her, and even if you end up changing to an form of constant fear, or constant terror and hatred towards her- She won't let that stop her from making you happy, it's not about seeing that beautiful form once more- It's about just giving you something that seemed so rare to you, like a moment you could experience forever.

It breaks her heart to know that not only has she done something unforgivable, but to also know that you'll probably never be happy around her again.

→Adrien Coldwell:

To be fair, Adrien did not plan on interacting with you at all, the mere thought of it would be insulting. He would never talk with someone like you, right? Why waste his time? You weren't worth it.

That's what he kept telling himself every time he would pull his hair while seeing others treating you like garbage, he kept telling himself as he continued to watch you accept it and never oppose them.

He couldn't distinguish the disgust he felt for you with the disgust he felt for the lowlifes tormenting you, Adrien tried to ignore it as best as he could yet he couldn't keep himself from staring at you- Not even because of your appearance, he couldn't stop staring in general, he couldn't stop feeling something when he noticed your appearance constantly changing over your time spent in class.

It was starting to take away all his concentration as he started to imagine what exactly was happening to you, you seemed to change every time you experienced negative attention from the other students, getting more and more grotesque at each negative comment or physical attack.

He assumed you could only get more and more uglier each time you felt sad and pathetic of yourself, yet he found something extremely interesting as he started following you around- He manage to catch you in a moment he assumed no one else could- You were smiling, happy, having fun, finding beauty around you.

The beauty you found around you, somehow communicated to you, the joy you were feeling in that private secretive moment was somehow changing your appearance, and for the first time since you got into the institution he could see some sort of beauty in you- He could for the first time call you beautiful, despite his annoyance with such concept.

Adrien would never admit it, but his time spent on stalking you and thinking about you and trying to see what makes you feel happy was starting to sound like obsession even to himself. He didn't want anyone to know about it, so he started to make it sound like he hated you with all his guts to everyone who would question him- Why? Because he thought he hated you, he was wrong.

Each day spent in studying your abilities and trying to catch every way your transformations worked were somewhat fun to him, the only issue was the other students trying to catch some of it for themselves, so he had to make sure everyone else would leave you alone so he could have your attention to something else- Something that could change your emotions and your appearance, so he could continue playing with it and seeing how much you could change.

Actually he wasn't really interested in seeing how you would look if you were angry, or fearful, or even sad- He was trying to think of how he would be able to see you happy, forever happy with your life and yourself. He started wanting to see that same beauty and joy again, everyday, he didn't really know why, but he felt compelled to try and search for what makes you happy-

With you away from everyone else, and only with him to pull the strings, that would make it a lot easier, right?

He wished it was. Turns out you don't really want to be near him, and for a good reason- He constantly talks with you as if you weren't a person, but a subject for an experiment- A lab rat, a pet.

Adrien never meant any harm, but his words and actions would cut like the sharpest knife stabbing your heart, as you were already fragile by the constant bullying and the fact you never had any person be so weirdly invested into you.

He doesn't have the best communication skills, and it shows- As everything that comes out of his mouth is easily interpreted as condescending, rude, and selfish.

You tried to open yourself for the possibility of being his friend, you really did- But you couldn't take it anymore, you were tired of being treated differently and you were tired of making excuses for his behavior whenever he did something you didn't appreciate- Like asking you way too personal questions and touching you way too much and for way too long- You snapped at him eventually, tired of not understanding what exactly was your relationship with him.

A friend? An enemy? Someone in between? You didn't know anymore, you didn't care, you were done with this.

The thought of you ever saying "no" to him and you deciding to never talk with him again was something that had never crossed his mind. You shouldn't have done that darling, you shouldn't have humiliated him in front of so many students- You shouldn't have said no to someone who feels so lost without you.

He felt so angry at you for not only yelling at him to leave you alone, but to also not let him do what he felt like he needed to do- To find a way to make you happy! Who declines an offer like that??! Yeah, he didn't really help his case (he never really told you what he was trying to do-) but you have to understand that you're a dumbass for not accepting him.

He was angry, and just so… Sad! Sad because of you throwing him away, and for what?? So the others would go back to hurt you? Or you would be forever alone again?

You make no sense, he also makes no sense.

But he did promise himself to find a way to make you happy again, no matter the cost, right?

He snapped that day, although you would only know the consequences of your actions the day before- As you were going to talk with the principal about getting off your course, Adrien had kidnapped you.

You didn't see him coming, you didn't see or hear a thing when you were caught. You only know that you were walking down the halls, and know you're tied to a bed frame. Never have expensive blankets and a soft mattress felt so uncomfortable.

Now, this isn't the best situation, neither for you or for him, and even if you end up changing to an form of constant fear, or constant terror and hatred towards him- He won't let that stop him from making you happy, it's not about seeing that beautiful form once more- It's about just giving you something that seemed so rare to you, like a moment you could experience forever.

It breaks his heart to know that not only has he done something unforgivable, but to also know that you'll probably never be happy around him again.

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“Fractured” Oliver Drabble, Lab Rats: Elite Force

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He knows he’s taken it too far. His crush on Skylar has started to become obsessive and a bit creepy, and he isn’t proud, but it’s so much easier to think about Skylar, to dream about love, affection and things for once actually turning out right. It’s easier to pour yourself wholly into saving the world and chasing girls until your eyes burn and hands tremble for pushing harder and harder without ever taking a break. He doesn’t want to take a break. If he does he will remember that the home he used to walk to every night no longer exists. It started falling apart the day his father got that promotion, and his parents being the kind to put their careers above absolutely everything else, got divorced. His father moved to England and married only three months later to a woman who wanted a picture perfect family, one that didn’t include stepchildren, even on holidays. Then there was his mother, constantly treating him like a DIY project, getting engaged to Horace Diaz, and choosing to become a monster even as he begged her to stop the insanity and just go back to being his mom.

She didn’t. 

And now he was losing one of his closest friends, the girl he loves, to Chase Davenport. He can’t let it happen; he’s already lost so much. One more fracure and he will finally break; his soul will bleed out onto the ground and only a numb shell of who he once was will be left. He just wishes someone would notice, would hear his cries for help, but no one does. Kaz, for all his loyalty, never understood, and Skylar rarely seemed to see beyond her own problems to truly console another human being. 

Here he stands, on the terrace of the tallest building in all of Centium City, surrounded by the kind of night skyline associated with luxurious life, and for the first time in three years he lets a tear slide down his cheek. One cascades into a dozen, and Oliver lets himself fall apart. 

He doesn’t hear the footsteps come up behind him, or the soft “Hey”, but he does feel the gentle hand on his shoulder. He cringes, embarrassed, ready to assure Kaz or Skylar that he was just fine and endure their prompt dismissal of any concern they might have had, but as he turns his head it isn’t Kaz or Skylar, it’s Bree.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, and Oliver looks up at her in half shock, “Should…should I find Kaz or something?”

“No,” he chokes, “No, I’m…I’m okay.”

Bree nods, but she doesn’t move. She stays even as his tears come flooding back and he confesses all the pain he’s tried so hard to suppress. She holds him as his mind unburdens his despair, because if she knows anything it’s the fear that the people you sacrifice so much of your life for won’t be there to catch you when you fall. 

Givers who have nothing left to give but their own skin and bone, so they fall apart at the seams, nothing left but broken parts and puppet strings; and the people you love never realize what’s happening until it’s over. Until it’s too late.