#I used to k ow how to spell guys

[majoringinsarcasm]

The thing about TERFs is that they’ll talk about the issues women face and how things are unfair or not designed with women in mind and how society was shaped around men and how it still is like that in many many places.

But instead of seeing that as a system that needs to be changed, they take all of that as Inherent and Biological when that’s not the case. And in fact is just adhering to what the system has been from the start.

More rambling underneath idk I’ve just been thinking about stuff lately

“Men are born hating women. They are born with this instinct to harass and assault and it’s only a matter of time before they do. You cannot transition into a women because you are not socialized the same was a them. You didn’t suffer what they suffered. You don’t know all the True Ways of being a women so anything you do is a mockery.”

And I just have to wonder. Who taught you about women hood? I don’t mean what did society tell you or show you. Who taught you as an individual why being a woman meant To Them.

Because there are a lot of women in this world who wake up and are so happy to be women. Who feel pride in not just their body but their mind and goals and ideals and dreams. Who see womanhood as something to strive towards. Not one thing to earn by doing the right things but panting to gain For The Self. The way they carry themselves and treat others, the way they see and want to shape the world.

I am not cis, but not because I was scared or felt that I was failing at being a girl. I didn’t feel like one. All of that Inherent and Biological stuff I was meant to feel as a girl and future women wasn’t clicking. All the talking points that TERFs and transphobes make about this or that. It wasn’t clicking. I was a Girl no doubt, because I wasn’t a boy and those were my only options. And it was fine for me because I wasn’t taught to hate it. I was surrounded by women who enjoyed being women. I don’t reject my upbringing bc it’s the only one I had. It was fine because My Life more or less wasn’t filled with that kind of suffering.

I do not define my identity by suffering. I tried to once and that almost killed me. I was taught by other queer people that I had to hate my body or I wasn’t really trans. I’ve never been assaulted for being queer but I’m not out at work. I don’t feel safe and I know I don’t look any different. It took me ages to just be okay with My Body being a trans body I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to take that next step. But I’ll make it in my on time if I ever do.

But I’m trans bc I LACK the euphoria of being a woman. There is no joy or pride. I was a Weird Girl bc no other word existed for me back then. I was a human but a girl. I was a person but a girl. And when I discovered there were other words I felt happy. I didn’t need to be a Different from the rest girl or a Late Blooming girl. Nonbinary came along. Trans came along. Agender came along. I had new words to try out and they fit me in the way Weird Girl no longer needed to act as a placeholder.

I say All of this just to reiterate how stupid those biological talking points are. On both sides mind you because the queer community from what I’ve seen is not kind to AMAB people and that upsetting. Because there is no inherent evil of birth sex or body. There is no way to tell who is Good and Safe and who is Harmful other than their actions. This is not me ignoring society structure. This is me saying that

“You don’t know my pain so you’re not a real X”

Sounds a lot like

“If all you need to be X is the desire and genuine euphoria with identifying as such to the point of choosing a scary series of events and possible hatred from others, all because you will be happy at the end of the road, then My suffering doesn’t mean I’m worthy of this title. I am just someone who suffered.”

And it’s fucked up the way we live now. And there is no blank slate. And we STILL act as a group on these issues. But it doesn’t need to stay that way. We as individuals can make that change day by day until we don’t need to fear or resent each other to feel safe. Where we won’t have to fight over scraps. But we won’t get there by listening to people who wish us harm or who make up criteria that even other cis people don’t meet.

[p-artsypants]

Here's a sneak peek at a one or two shot idea I had. I was wondering if a few people could read it and tell me if it's completely incomprehensible and I need to tone it down, or if it's readable.

Hiccup has been turned into a toddler by a druid hired by Viggo.

Hiccup wiped at his face before placing his hand on Toothless’ snout. “It otay, Toobwiss.” 

Astrid petted his hair soothingly. “How much do you remember?” 

“Ebe’yting.” He pointed at her. “Youh Astwid, das Snotwout, Fisswegs, Heaber, Wuffnut an’ Tubnut!” 

“Oh my heart would melt if this wasn’t terrible,” said Heather. 

“Bee-go anna dwiud casted a spehwah on me,” he explained, nodding vigorously. 

“‘Viggo and a Druid cast a spell on me’” Fishlegs translated. “I’m pretty sure that’s what he said, at least. I babysat my niece a lot back on Berk.” 

“So how old do you reckon you are, H?” Asked Tuff. 

“Um…I fink I tree.” 

“You think you’re a tree?” 

“No! Tree!” 

“That’s what I said.” 

“I said tree!” 

Fishlegs sighed. “Three, Tuff. He thinks he’s three. Some sounds are hard for little kids. Definitely the ‘Th’ sound. Sounds like Hiccup struggles with Ls and Rs.” 

“Foh seberal yeawhs,” said Hiccup, frowning at how incomprehensible he was. 

“For several years, got it,” said Astrid. 

“Say ‘Terrible Terror’,” demanded Tuff. 

“Tehbobo Tewhoa,” Hiccup replied, only to frown afterwards. 

Astrid tsked, then crossed her arms. “So, Hiccup’s mind in the body of a three year old? That’s what we’re working with?” 

“It seems like he has the emotional maturity of a three year old too. He might just have our current Hiccup’s memories,” observed Fishlegs. 

“Only one way to find out!” Said Tuff. “What’s six times three?” 

Hiccup pouted before answering, “Um…eighteen?” 

“Oh, so close, better luck next time!” 

“Eighteen is the right answer, muttonhead,” Snotlout snarked. 

“Oh. Maybe someone else should quiz him.” 

“Let’s worry about that later. Right now, I need to send another Terror to Berk.” 

“I’ll take care of it, if the Twins wrestle another Terror,” Snotlout shot them a look. “Little Hiccy needs some babysittin’ and I’m not that kind of guy.” 

“I don’ need babensittin!” Hiccup protested. 

“Sorry H, you’re way too cute, I can’t take you seriously.” 

“I not toot!” He yelled, his eyes watering again. 

“Don’t let them get to you,” Astrid comforted. “But you are rather adorable, Hiccup.” 

“Ooh!” He lamented, burying his face in his hands. 

“Well, without your leg and Toothless’ tailfin, I don’t think either of you are getting around much independently. And even though you shrunk, I think Toothless is still too small to carry you.” 

Toothless, in response, curled up against Hiccup, and rested his head in his lap. Hiccup pet him with his little baby hands. “He’s da size of a Night Tewhoa.” 

“Yeah, maybe a little bigger than Smidvarg.” 

Hiccup frowned harder, his little mouth trembling. “Whadder we gonna do? I tant heahp wike dis.” 

“Nor would we want you to go out when you’re so vulnerable. I already sent for Gothi. Hopefully it’s temporary.” 

“What if it’s not? Astwid, whaddif I stuck fibteen years younder dan you duys?” 

��Then you’re younger than us. We’ll figure it out. As we always have.” 

“I fink imma try again.” 

“Try what?” 

Tears started rolling down his cheeks and he helplessly sobbed. 

Oh ‘cry’. Sounded like he had trouble with the ‘k’ sounds too. 

“Oh Hiccup…” she sighed. 

He held his arms out, asking for a hug. 

She picked him up again, holding him as he cried. It wasn’t a screaming sob like earlier, just weak moans and sniffles. 

She stood, still holding him. “Alright, first thing we need to do is find you something to wear that fits. That tunic is a little too big for you.” 

Mostly in the sleeves, as his hands were where his elbows would be. The bottom of the tunic almost came down to his ankles. 

He sniffed. “Da test in da torner,” he pointed to the corner of the room. 

“Oh, the chest in the corner,” said Fishlegs, going to it. 

“I hab my owed gween tunit.” 

“This?” Fishlegs held up the green tunic Hiccup used to wear before his growth spurt. 

Hiccup held his hands out for it, making a grabby motion. 

“Let me help—“ Fishlegs reached for him. 

“I do it myself!” Hiccup demanded. “Down!” 

“So demanding…” Astrid chuckled to herself. She set him on the floor where he could kneel and Fishlegs gave him the tunic. 

Hiccup started to pull the red tunic off, when he realized the rest of his clothes were still on the bed. “I nated! Tuwn awound!” 

“What?” 

“He’s naked under there, and wants us to turn around.” 

“Oh.” The girls sheepishly turned their backs to give the toddler some privacy, but Astrid wondered at what point he would realize he needed help, especially with his leg. 

They listened as he huffed and grunted, wrestling with the clothes. 

“You okay?” Astrid asked. 

“Neber been so hawd to det dwessed!” Never been so hard to get dressed. Astrid was starting to understand some of his words. 

“Otay!” He called.

[spider-man-199999]

Hey, how are you? could you write something with blackcat!reader? maybe they are in college and after a patrol peter manages to follow her and discovers that she lives in a frat next to his. Peter discovers her identity and is surprised that she went to school with him in midtown but doesn't remember him, just spiderman and the relationship they had before the spell.

(does that make sense? I don't know if it does, but whatever you want to do with it is completely fine✨️)

Oh boy, oh boy I love Blackcat x Spider-man as a couple. Me and Felicia are equally obsessed with Spider-man.

Thank you for the request! I really appreciate it and I hope I do well! University is kicking my ass right now.

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Fem!blackcatReader; Post nwh

word count: 3 k

warnings: It's cringe on purpose; drinking

Peter hated the state his life was in. He knew things were better the way they are now, for his safety, for everyone's. But it didn't mean he hated it any less. All his closest friends were at MIT and didn't even remember him. Not as Peter Parker at least. So, he decided it would be best not to go there after all. The idea of trying to get close to them again was giving him a headache. He desperately wanted to do it but he had to stop himself because it was better off this way. That was what he believed, at least.

If people could remember who he was, they would have been very surprised that he ended up being a frat guy in college. He didn't expect to become one either. After all, he thought these things were lame, propaganda from dumb movies or dream-sellings from romance novels. But Peter Parker was a frat guy. There was something about brotherhood that gave him some sense of security and comfort now that a new leaf was turned. It reminded him of the time he spent with the Avengers, in a way. He liked not feeling alone. The months he spent at college made him feel normal to some extent. He actually enjoyed this period of confusion, he could finally relax for a bit and feel normal. Go to a few parties, do his homework. It was nice, but so goddamn boring.

His life seemed so fucked-up, so different. He hadn't been on patrol for months, the thought of Spider-man was just too overwhelming. Plus, he needed to recover from everything he went through both emotionally and physically. He wanted to put the mask on again but whenever he did, he got vivid flashbacks - almost losing MJ, May dying. It would all come back to him, cold sweat running down his back, tears in his eyes. He just couldn't handle being Spider-man. But when he saw Black Cat running around in the streets close to his campus one night, everything changed. 

All of the memories from patrols with the girl in a black suit hit him like a train. She never knew who was behind the mask. And somehow Peter felt like she saw who he really was anyway. The urge to put the costume on was strong now, plus he had added some new upgrades he needed to try out anyway. So, on the most ordinary wednesday night, Peter put on the spider suit again, and jumped out of the window of his bedroom to go on patrol.

He was swinging around the city and it felt like a walk in the park. It seemed like he had forgotten how freeing it could be. Despite all of the negative feelings linked to the red and black suit, he found comfort in it now. The memories were still there, in his mind, and the people he loved were there too. He owed that much to them, to keep their legacy alive, even if they're gone now. With time, he was sure he could heal. Time was all he needed.

Suddenly, his spider-sense tingled, making his head shoot to his left. He was swinging by some old brick buildings around his campus when Black Cat practically tackled him into a wall, wrapping both her arms and legs around his torso. He turned his back to take the hit for both of them, wrapping one arm around her waist for support. Sidey used the other hand to continue swinging both of them around the city.

"SPIDER!" she said, hugging him tightly. "Mi amor, I hate you, where have you been?"

"Looking for trouble, as usual." he said with a laugh. Peter actually enjoyed her warm embrace for once.

He never had anything against the girl, her excessive flirting and implications that she was in love with him could get a bit out of hand sometimes, but he found it charming. Plus, before he was dating someone else and he couldn't really pay her the attention she craved from him. He actually missed that more than he had previously realised.

"You still have a girlfriend?" She asked, her head rested on his collarbone for a while.

Peter landed both of them on a rooftop, letting her step on her own as her limbs untangled from his torso. She placed her hands on her hips, foot tapping on the ground while she waited for his answer.

"Actually, no. I don't."

Her eyes sparkled with his words, throwing herself at him again. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Oh, Spider! I'm so happy! And sorry, obviously, why did you two end it?"

Peter usually would reject the affection she offered, but now he needed it more than anything. She was the closest thing to a friend he had left. They finally let go and he still wasn't talking. She tought the break-up was probably still fresh.

"Okay, Spider. Patrols haven't been the same without you, I missed you." she told him, her hand resting against his cheek.

Oh how she wanted to kiss him, like usual. He used to jump and run whenever she touched him, in fear that it would somehow affect his relationship with MJ. But now he didn't. He let her touch his face, smiling softly behind the mask. Even if everything was fucked up, even if everything was different for him now, she just wasn't. She was the only thing that remained like a token from his past life. The Black Cat was the only thing he had left.

---

By the end of their patrol both of them felt really beat up. Fighting crime was not an easy job, especially when your opponents were skilled. No major super-villains were threatening New York right now, but there still were bad guys to fight.

Spider-man and Black Cat were sitting on the edge of a rooftop, swinging their legs as they took a moment to breathe. Cat had a few scratches here and there and Spider-man was probably bruised under the mask as well.

"Spider, this was so much better with you here!" She exclaimed.

The wind blew her hair gently to the side while she looked down on New York. Peter turned his head to look at her, her face showered in the sparkling city lights. He thought about how pretty she actually was, but he never had the chance to notice that before. Maybe it really was the comfort that she gave him that was making his heart beat faster while he stared at the scene. She looked like a Van Gogh painting - vibrant, breathtaking, gently touched by the warm light.

"Yeah." He replied, making her look at him in return.

"You were totally falling in love with me right now, weren't you?" she said with a giggle.

"What? No, no, no, no." he shook his hands in defence, denying her accusation.

She stood up, looking somewhere ahead of her.

"I would love to stay and let you fall deeper in love with me, but I have to run, early morning tomorrow." And with that she left.

Peter lay down on the rooftop for a little while, overthinking her words. Was he actually falling in love with her? Maybe... He didn't want to jump to conclusions, he didn't want to make her a rebound after MJ either. It was starting to mess with him, just as he found some serenity. It was like he couldn't have a single moment of peace in this costume. After a good 15 minutes, Peter decided it was time to swing back to the house, just like Black Cat, he had classes early in the morning.

He had almost reached his place when a familiar figure caught his attention. He stopped, sticking to a wall just to make sure. It was Black Cat, and she was on campus. His campus. Well this was getting a bit too interesting to pass up. He crawled and jumped around the buildings to follow her, stopping when she did. He climbed up a wall to a house next to where the cat stopped, peeking just enough to see clearly what was going on. The Black Cat took her mask off, placing it in a gym bag that was hidden next to the back door. His mouth flew open when he realized he finally knew who she was. Not only was she someone on campus, living a sorority right next to his frat house, but he also knew her personally. Peter hid behind the wall completely, trying to process the information. It was you, the girl that he went to high school with, the girl that took AP history with him. It took him a few seconds, but when he looked again, you were already gone. A room in the house light up soon after, and he started feeling guilty for what he did. He would have hated it if someone did this to him.

"Good going, Spyder-man!" he cussed at himself, finally going home for the night.

He tried not to make things awkward with you for the next few weeks, but oh gosh was he terrible at that. The two of you were never close, the fact that you came from the same school never really meant anything to the either of you. But now that Peter knew your secret identity, it meant everything to him. It felt like he had found a long lost friend in you. He tried to get closer, talk to you more whenever he saw you, even invite you to the latest frat party. If he knew one thing about Black Cat, she loved having fun. And what better occasion to have fun than an actual frat party, at a frat house.

Of course, you agreed. What was one night away from the crime scenes? You deserved that, plus, Spider-man got you covered, right? Nothing could really go wrong, you literally needed seconds to get into the suit and go if you had to. You did find Peter Parker's new attitude towards you a bit peculiar, but it was cute nonetheless. You were only really interested in Spider-man, but you loved attention no matter who was giving it. Outside of the costume, you still had this care-free, very self-assured personality but a little toned down. It wasn't always easy to be the one to fight the battles for yourself all of the time. And you had to do it, every single day. Maybe there was a reason why you liked Spider-man so much, you two felt like a team, like it wasn't just you alone against the world for a change.

----

The time of the party came quicker than you thought. Your "sisters" were already pulling you by the hand out of your room. In true Black Cat spirit, you just had to wear a tight black dress with a slit on the side. And a choker around your neck. It was only normal to make heads turn when you walked in the frat house. Your sorority wasn't one that liked partying all of the time, but when you did party, things just got crazy.

"Y/N!" you heard, turning your head to see an unfamiliar boy.

He shoved a cup in your hand.

"Peter is in the backyard, wanted me to take you to him when you got here."

"Yeah, cute, but that's not gonna happen." You winked at the boy and walked off to mingle somewhere else.

You actually really wanted to dance with your girls tonight. And you did just that, a full cup in your hand the whole time. At some point you couldn't really remember how much you drank, there were some shots involved. You were having so much fun, even dancing on top of a table. A hand grabbed your arm suddenly making you look, it was the guy from earlier tonight, you got off the table with a jump so you could talk. You were obviously annoyed by his interruption, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Look, I'm so sorry to bother you, but it's been 2 hours and Peter was asking me about you-"

"I don't care." you interrupted him, turning around with the intention of leaving him there. He placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

"Please, I've been lying to him for two hours, I'll be in so much trouble."

You looked at him over your shoulder, gently removing it with your hand.

"If Parker wants to see me so bad, he should come get me." You winked at him and left.

Dancing on top of tables didn't seem so fun now, and your head was feeling pretty light from all of the alcohol. You overheard some girls from your house mention a pool and you immediately walked over to them, placing your arms on the shoulders of each one of them, standing between them.

"Did I hear pool?" the three of you giggled after the question.

----

Your dress was wet, along with your hair and pretty much everything else on your body. Yes, the three of you really did jump in the pool, which caused a chain reaction of other people jumping in as well. Soon the party had drunk, wet people, running around everywhere. Cats rarely liked water and you were no exception. You didn't mind it as much as long as you weren't in the costume. So, after swimming for a little bit you got out, squeezing out some water from the hem of your dress when you felt something cover your shoulders. You turned around, your eyes meeting Peter's, who had placed a towel on you and smiled. You squinted your eyes at him, letting go of the dress and standing up straight to look at him.

"It's cold." he said

"Yeah, thanks?"

It was so sweet of him to be so considerate, it made you feel very weird things, but maybe it was the alcohol. Peter put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously.

"So..." he started "How's it going?"

"Are you usually this awkward or...?"

''Yeah, kinda"

"So it's not my stunning beauty, just you?"

"No, well I mean, your beauty does make it a lot worse for me, but no."

You laughed, drying your hair off with the towel.

"If I didn't know any better, I would assume you were crushing on me." you said, giving him back his towel.

"No, what? What gave you that impression?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm in love with someone else."

"Wait, who?" he asked, trying to act confused.

You turned your back to him, trying to hide the blush you had on.

"Well, I don't really... know yet." you said, already taking off so you could hide from him.

-----

It was kind of embarrassing to admit that you were in love with someone you didn't really know. It's not like you didn't know Spider-man, you just didn't know who the person behind the mask was. But truthfully, you never felt a need to do that. You were content with the teammate you had, the person who was there to watch your back. You were in love with the person who would put himself in harm's way to save others, the person who always seemed to know what to say. He was so brave and dedicated to his mission, his heart was pure. Sure, you used to be curious about his identity in the beginning but with time it just stopped mattering. There was something bigger, something greater about your love for him because of this.

And you couldn't help but feel conflicted when you started feeling the same things towards Peter Parker. He definitely wasn't the first guy to express an interest in you, or be consistent with said interest but there was something about him that just made you feel warm inside. Maybe it was his nerdiness and how smart he was, or it was the way he would smile whenever he saw you. How he would try so hard to find something to talk about with you and how he would research any topic you would mention. He was so overly-sweet and protective that it brought out a soft side of you, one you didn't really know you had before that.

So, meeting Spider-man and Peter was becoming increasingly difficult for you. It got to the point where you would avoid Spider-man on patrol so you could spare yourself some emotional damage. It didn't take him long to figure you out though.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on finally?" Spider-man asked you one night after probably the worst patrol the two of you ever had. You were so distracted the whole time that the two of you took quite the beating. His costume was torn and so was yours, wounds and bruises everywhere.

"I really don't know." you said, pressing your back against a brick wall in the alleyway the two of you hid. You slid down the wall, sitting on the ground and hugging your knees.

Spider-man sat down next to you, pressing his head to the wall and looking up at the metal fire-escape that the two of you were sitting under.

"Something from your personal life?"

"Well, I'm not so sure."

"How can you not be sure?"

"You know I have this undying love for you, right."

He laughed, turning his head to look at you.

"I know."

"Well, I might have it for someone else too."

"Someone else?"

"Yeah, he's... well he's not as great as you are, not even close, but he has this nerdy charm about him."

You turned to him, cupping his cheek with your hands while you looked at the mask. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss where his lips were supposed to be.

"You're still my greatest, biggest love, Spider."

He looked at you for a while, his hand hesitantly pulling his mask up enough to uncover his lips before he pulled you in for a real kiss. It was a sweet, warm kiss, your lips moving together while your hands were holding onto each other. It was a kiss that the two of you had anticipated to share for so long, dreaming and imagining how it would go. And it went even better.

[charlesnoentertainmentcheese]

casually leaking top secret files: elliots quote book. our little poet.

“my faggot bench!”

“magnussy”

“blast off! 😄 Its party time!!!😃🎉”

“theres not bugs in my bagel i swear”

“im allergic to josh hutcherson”

“I am a minimim”

“Oh worm i accidentally spelled banana”

“ive run off to play musical chairs”

“FUCK NO NO NO NOT MY SCARY SOAGETI PHAZE”

“Also the djungelskog is immune to fire I decided”

“I dont get it”

“Oh. Oh i see.”

“The camera be darriens”

“Hehehehehehheheh”

“hold my hand NOW!!!!”

“I smell potato. Im gonna die”

“Horray”

“NEW STATEMENT. ......of Jonathan sims...... Regarding a spooky book”

“Sonbign”

“wait wjos mr blinkkin”

“TUMMY HUT”

“STOP”

“WUAT

“STOP ADDING THINGS”

“GRRRR”

“ABAHABABAHABABHHABBAHABBAB”

“.....boob.............”

“Shit”

“Fuck”

“Damn”

“C O C K”

“I bite all of my friends [and you]”

“[Runs away] OW MY KNEES”

"i have a corrupt government plan"

“what if he had big naturals but it was just his eyebrows”

“earful? what about buttcheek full?”

“THE 😭😭😭MAGNUS😭😭😭 ARCHIVES😭😭😭”

“for someone who hates being mean to people-you talk a lot of buttcheek.”

“can i just have a peice of cheese? hooray!!”

“i have acquired cheese”

“giggling”

“*dabs*”

“its boobs** carter.”

“Because theyre fucking stupid, elliot.”

“Respond to me you buttcheek”

“you say thats the fattest thing youve ever heard—- have you heard yourself?”

“NOT YEAG”

“wait you need to add the-hold on i have to find it”

“im not gay”

“but men though”

“finish the story first awnwgh”

“WHO SAID THAT”

“I'M NOT A hOmOsExUaL”

“god FORBID”

“i hate gay people so much. i hope they all burn for their sins ooooh my name is elliot and im oh so hateful and i avtuslly said thtid. this isnt other elliot typing this up in hopes he will be cancelled, this is me, Josh Hutcherson saying i hate gay people.”

“Thats upsetting.”

“Rhe beabtles”

“KILL YOURSELF”

“sonbign”

“No bazinga”

“No, bazinga”

“No? bazinga”

“No! Bazinga?”

“no not lmoa”

“Good lord.”

“SOBBIGN”

“do i need to doxx this guys entire friend group.”

“I mean i said fuck it we ball but still”

“Nothing i thought we were just sharing what we were eating and what we were thinking abt”

“I know what im gonna wear… MY KNEE BRACES”

“Also im going to murder the guy that asked you to prom”

“hey dipper, if your show gonna make big money i can show you how to do tax fraud. wink wink.”

“it doesnt matter how it started it matters how its going”

“Mitchell…… ‘who is Migchel’ ‘mitchell…’ Cultist ‘woah’ *ex cultist ‘whyd he stop ☹️’ He got burnt at the stake 🤪 ‘HWTAP’ elliot sometimes i wish i understood the out of pocket shit you say’ :3”

“my plaSTIC NOOOOO”

“Will wood😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”

“You die”

“OH MY FUCK MY QUEEADESA”

“DONT DROP HIM”

“HE WOULD PROBABLY DROP YOU TOO IF HE HAD LONGER ARMS”

“what if i slide into your bounce house”

“Autismo…Dont you mean… AWESOMEO”

“Wee woo”

“Movie tim…”

“THIS IS NO LAUGHI G BATTER”

“i am going to drink airport water real quick”

“i’m italian and german, im on the wrong side of ww2”

“im gonna bite someone do dododododo”

“mmm… medical help..”

“No like velcro”

“Is there a larry the cucumber in my bag right now, elliot.”

“MARTIN. STOP trying to TOUCH the PLASTIC EXPLOSIVE. just PUT YOUR HANDS in YOUR POCKETS or SOMETHING-“

Its crude oil! “Called it”

“if theres a will — WILL WOOD!”

“larold”

“stop rizzing up larry the cucumber.”

“This is…. larry the cucumber..”

“chiropracting…. OOOOW”

“i’m magnussing!”

“amongd us… what if amongst us?”

“i switch them out every other day” (referring to his collection of knees)

“dareiwn”

“FUCK ITS TOO LONG”

“😭🤣😭😭😭🧅😭so tried”

“His teerth aer nit skft😭😭😭😭😭”

“GOODFNINGET ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

“HOW DO YOU SAY MISSIPIPI”

“I’m serving cunt and ceaseless watcher”

“oh its my cult!”

“i was met with- BOOM TITTIES!!!”

“its a cult ritual ☝️”

“They crabs FUCK dude”

“Sigh. Faggot.”

“I love hole(s)”

“MISTER WHAT.”

“i wanna punt that kid into the sun. i want to make field goals with him, nevermind, i want to use him as the ball.”

“actually my mommy loves me very much”

“Booyah.”

“I love it when Mitski plays without my consent”

“Gerlad!!”

“Jaws the shart”

“THE REASON I KEEP GOING OFF SPEAKER IS BECAUSE I AM NOT SPEAKING I AN SCREAMING”

“I just perpetually hit the reblog button” (stuttering and on the verge of tears)

“They looked at tma and thought not gay enough”

“he suffers from white.”

“I didn't know your dog could bake”

“im not crying i swear i just have really wet autism eyes”

“What if. I forgot”

“Back in my day we didn't have no anti depressants. We just killed ourselves.”

“MAYcy”

“AAHHHH I KNOW THAT BALD HEAD ANYWHERE”

“THERE ARE COMMUNISTS IN MY FUNHOUSE”

“this is disgusting and i am going to be smearing it on my face”

“thats not charlie thats jesus hate to break it to you”

“im not crying okay? im batman.”

“THATS NOT ME ITS SHAKESPEARE, MODERN DAY SHAKESPEARE: HIS NAME IS WILL WOOD.”

“You look balder than usual.”

“asmr youre being eaten alive”

“THERES A TRAIN GOING ON BY MY HOUSE IM FUCKING TWEAKING I LOVE TRAINS SO MUCH”

“autism be damnked my boy can cook a bbq”

“autism win💀💀👻”

“Jonathermostat”

“let me give andrew the biggest, wettest, autism eyes ever.”

“hey bucko- hey FUCKo”

“yeah. take that POOKIE.”

“i do what i want BIETCH”

“am i so white that white face paint makes no difference “

“GOD. who needs that much food at once!! Slow down!!”

“The trout population will be affected.”

“i need a little baby rat— actually youre my little baby rat”

“balls blast? ohhh”

“the number of miles is i dont care—oh fuck”

“hashtag my tummy really hurts”

“*whispered after a long moment of silence* you should go on township…”

“would you like me to be your waiter.”

“thats a real knee-slapper— OW MY KNEES”

“balls”

hehehehehehehe hi its me elliot

JUDAS NOW

“I dont freeze Im too hot😎😎😎”

“i’d prefer not to have titties, thanks.”

you’ve been exposed @possiblyhenry

[workingforthewidow]

‘What you were wearin’ on the first night we met’

Welcome to part 2 of the Sun to Me series.

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are 33 soon to be 34 yes we will have a birthday party for them). Don’t like it don’t read it,

Proof read quickly. It’s 9pm and I’m about to sleep but wanted to get this out! I will proofread again in the morning!

Please reblog! I love seeing what y’all comment and tag :)

Request open see the pinned post for guidelines!

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‘Oh my goodness why is it so hot? Sure it’s the middle of August but damn it shouldn’t be this hot. Ow fuck why does my head hurt?’ The thoughts swirled around Katie’s brain as she slowly came back into consciousness. She felt a weight around her neck and reached her hand up to feel metal encircling her throat. Her eyes opened and she took in the room around her. She was on a mattress on the floor and the metal around her neck was attached to the wall like she was a dog on chain. She looked down to see she was wearing her clothes. But the small joy disappeared when she realized they weren’t the clothes she had earlier. Someone had gone through her bag and changed her clothes.

The room was dimly lit with candles everywhere. That explained the heat. She could barely see around farther than 5 feet away. She looked around and couldn’t see or hear Caroline anywhere. Panic started to fill her body. Her breathing started to quicken.

“CAROLINE! CAROLINE!” She started screaming hoping to get some idea of where her sister was. She kept screaming her name until she heard a door swing open.

She pushed herself back as far against the wall as she could fear taking over the panic filling her. Tears filled her eyes as long jean clad legs came into view. Her eyes trailed up to see man with long black hair wearing an expressionless mask staring down at her.

“My sister, where is my sister?” She chocked out a sobbing beg.

The man continued to look at her before pulling out a notepad from his pocket and writing on it. Then he held it down to her.

~She is safe. So are you.~ He took back and began writing again.

“Why am I here? What are you doing to us?” She whispered though her sobs.

The man continued writing.

~I will explain later. I am going to get you food you have been asleep for 10 hours. Are you allergic to anything? Or your sister? Bo probably won’t think to ask that.~

Katie’s head spun again. So this guy and Bo knew each other. Maybe this guy was the owner of the museum, it would make sense seeing as it looked like this mask was made of wax.

“We can’t eat seafood. Fish or shellfish of any kind. But that’s it.” She said trying to hold back the tears. She thought back to all the crime shows she had watched, maybe if she went along things will be okay.

The man nodded and patted her head awkwardly like he didn’t know how to act around her. Maybe she was the first person he had ever held hostage. The man then turned and walked back of the room leaving Katie alone. Her only thoughts were on Caroline before she passed out again.

When she woke again there was a paper plate with what looked to be a peanut butter sandwich and chips, and a bottle of water set out next to her. Along with was a note with her name on it, spelled wrong but she knew it was meant for her. She opened the water bottle and was relieved when it popped like a fresh bottle does. ‘Okay so it’s most likely not poisoned.’ She thought picking up the sandwich noting it looked and smelled fine. She took a drink and started eating while she read over the note left for her.

~You are safe I promise. I do not plan to kill you. Your sister is safe as well. Bo won’t kill her.~ Kill it said kill not hurt, so maybe they did plan to hurt the girls. ~My name is Vincent, Bo is my twin. Whatever you need I will get for you just tell me. I hope you can learn to like it here and feel like it is your home. You are mine now and I will take care of you. Just be good and I can be good to you. I will be a good husband for you, my angel.~

‘Oh my god. Oh my god. They want wives? Why us?’ Her tears came flowing out again. Hadn’t enough bad things happened to them? First their parents die and they have to sell their house. This trip was suppose to be a fresh start. Drive to the coast and find a little place for the two of them. But now two psychos planned on keeping them.

Her sobs were so loud she didn’t hear the door open or Vincent’s footsteps as he approached. It wasn’t until he put his hand on her chin making her up to him did she notice him. She jumped and tried to move away from his touch but he tightened his grip on her chin holding her in place.

“Please, can I see Caroline? Please. We, we’ve never been this long without talking to each other.” She begged and pleaded with him.

He shook his head and used his other hand to brush at her hair which had fallen out of place sometime during her sleep.

Okay if she couldn’t see Caroline she at least needed to move a little, her legs were going to go to mush if she didn’t use them.

“Okay, umm can I take a shower and use the restroom? Please.” She tacked the please on at the end hoping it would better her chances. He looked at her and at the door and nodded slowly. He reached in his pocket and took out a key. He undid the metal collar around her throat and took her hand to help her stand.

“Thank you.” She said it barely above a whisper. He lead to other side of the room she hadn’t been able to see before. Her suitcase was there- so she was right he had her things. He pointed to the suitcase and she opened it getting some clean underwear and a bra, blood rushing to her cheeks as she quickly grabbed a purple satin set. Why did she let Caroline help her pick her clothes?

She went to grab her jeans but he stopped her, pulling out one of her dresses, a simple purple dress. Okay so this is how the game is going to be played. She could play along, so far he hadn’t physically hurt her or done anything immoral (besides kidnapping). She could play nice and work to find Caroline and get out of this hell. Away from the twin demons.

Once she had clothes in her hands, he put his hand on her back and led her down a hallway into a bathroom. Her toiletry bag already on the little shelf above the toilet.

The man, Vincent, looked at her then pointed to a watch on his wrist before holding up both hands then one hand. It took her a minute but she got it.

“I have 15 minutes?” He nodded and went to close the door and glared at her. “You’re going to stand at the door and wait for me?” She guessed again earning another nod. She nodded back and as soon as the door was closed started the water as hot as she could make it. While the water warmed she used the toilet realizing it had been well over 24 hours since the last time she had been able to use one. Once the water was hot she stepped in, and in an effort to conserve time she brought her toothbrush and brushed her teeth while she wet her hair. Not seeing any soap or shampoo she took the little travel bottles from her bag. Hopefully this Vincent man would get her some more if he really did plan on keeping her.

She showered as quickly as she could and climbed out of the shower drying off with the towel that had been hanging on a hook. She got dressed and brushed her wet hair highly doubting there would be a hair dryer anywhere. She looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised to see that she didn’t look completely awful. Sure her eyes were red and a little swollen from all the tears but maybe her mama was right, a good shower is good for the soul. She took one last look and opened the door.

True to his word Vincent was standing in front of the door, his back facing her. He turned and looked her up and down. He took her hand a walked her back to the room she was in before. But instead of going to the bed he sat her in a chair before standing behind her. She had no idea what was going to happen and her breath began to quicken. It slowed when she felt a brush being gently pulled through her hair, his hands even gentler than her own. After a few minutes he stopped and started parting her hair. It took her a moment but she realized he was braiding it. She stayed silent waiting for him to finish. She felt him drop her hair and then felt his fingers tracing the lines of some of the tattoos on her shoulders. His touch was light like a feather. Once he was done he awkwardly patted her head again and took her hand bring her back to the mattress.

While walking the short distance Katie felt her hair and noted he had done an amazing job at a double French braid held together at the end with what felt like average rubber bands. She would have to get her hair-ties from her bag and try to get him to use those if this would be common practice. She wondered if his mother had taught him to braid or he taught himself with his long hair. They got to the bed and he gestured for her to sit back down. Her eyes widened when he took the metal collar in hand, “Please, I promise I won’t run or do anything stupid. It… it… hurts. Please.” The tears had returned, running down her freshly cleaned face.

Vincent cocked his head looking at her and she assumed he weighing his options. He moved to another area in the room and she could hear him rummaging around some boxes. He returned seconds later with handcuffs. He held them in one hand and the metal collar in the other, giving her the choice. She didn’t trust her voice not to crack from the sobs and pointed to the handcuffs before holding her arms up, praying he didn’t make her put them behind her back. Thankfully he took her arms in front of her and locked the cuffs into place before pushing her, forcing her to lay down. Once he was sure she’d stay he walked away again before returning with his notepad and pen.

“Oh umm, you spelled my name wrong.” She said carefully, hoping her tone conveyed that she wasn’t upset or mad. Maybe having a somewhat normal conversation with him would help her situation. It was a pretty common mistake for someone to misspell her name. “You spelled it like how Captain Janeway spells her name. But my name is spelled like Catherine Zeta-Jones.” She couldn’t see his face but she could feel his confusion. “Oh um those pop culture references but I guess y’all don’t get much tv or movies out here. My name is spelled C-a-t-h-e-r-i-n-e not K-a-t-h-r-y-n, it happens all the time. I just thought since I’m living here now and all I should tell you. But if you want to call me Katie that’s fine. Most people do. And that is spelled with a K, K-a-t-i-e.”

Vincent nodded and scribbled down his reply, ~I like Catherine. Pretty name for a pretty girl. I will talk to Bo and see if you can see Caroline tomorrow. Do you want dinner?~

Caroline. He would let her see Caroline. That meant she was alive right? He couldn’t be that cruel as to give her false hope. “Thank you. I really just want to sleep. If that’s okay. There’s just so much going on.” It was then she realized she didn’t even know what time or even what day it was. She was in a basement of some sort with no clocks or windows.

Vincent nodded and wrote once more, ~Sleep would be good for you. I will be in the next room working. If you need anything come to me. I will know if you try to leave and it will not end well for you or your sister.~

Katie’s eyes tears up again, she hoped soon her tears would dry up, “Okay. I promise I will be here.” He stayed for a few minutes and watched her as she fell asleep before going back to his studio.

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Caroline could feel pressure on her wrist and on her ankles. She tried wiggling them to no avail. Her eyes slowly opened but quickly widen when she took in her surroundings. She was in some kind of doctors chair with her hands and feet secured down. She couldn’t see Katie anywhere.

“Katie! Catherine!” She screamed hoping her sister would come out of somewhere.

“Baby if you wanna keep that tongue in your pretty little mouth you better shut the fuck up.” She heard a voice above her and looked up to see a sewer grate and the mechanic, Bo, standing over it. “I’ll be down there in a minute, you just calm down.”

Calm down? How the hell could she calm down? She was tied down in a basement and her sister was missing! What was she suppose to do? Katie had always been the one with the plans. Katie would know what to do. Thinking of her twin made the tears really start coming down her cheeks. Was she dead? Had he hurt her?

While these thoughts floated in her head she heard the door being pushed open and watched as Bo walked in like he didn’t have a worry in the world.

“Good morning baby. Slept a lot longer than ya sister. Heard her crying to Vinny already.” Katie was alive. Caroline didn’t say anything as Bo got closer to her and brushed her hair away from where it had fallen in her face. “Stop wiggling. Gonna mess up your wrist. Now if you promise to be good I’ll take the cuffs off. Let you eat and take a shower.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife.

Caroline looked to him with fear filled eyes and nodded.

“Wanna hear your words baby. Be a nice girl and use your manners.”

“Please take the cuffs off. I promise I’ll be good.” Her voice was soft and quiet like she was thinking over each word she said before saying it.

Bo smirked at her and carefully slid his knife under the duct tape undoing her wrist and ankles. He offered her his hand and helped her stand up, “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now was it? Come ‘ere. Got your suitcase from your car. Picked a nice little outfit for you.” He lead her through a long hallway to a small bathroom. Her bathroom bag and a stack of clothes sat on the edge of the sink.

Bo pushed her in, following behind her, and closed the door.

“You have 15 minutes. After that I’m opening the door. Your choice if you want an audience yet or not.” He said holding her face to keep her eyes on his. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, 15 minutes. I understand.” He seemed to take that answer and stepped out of the room.

She made quick work of the using the restroom and getting in the shower. She tried to think of what was happening but all her thoughts lead her back to Katie. Trying to distract herself, she almost started her hair routine but cringed when she realized that was a mistake. It took her 10 minutes to get through the whole thing and that didn’t include washing her body or anything else. Maybe she was faster than she thought. If she had at least 10 minutes she could just do the routine quickly and hope the shampoo falling from her hair would be enough to wash her body for now.

“Bo?” She called softly hoping he wouldn’t open the door, “How much time do I have?”

“9 minutes.” His replied was muffled by the door.

Okay she could do it. She started the routine quickly running through all the steps. She finished and grabbed the towel off the sink drying herself before getting dress. Just as she was finishing putting on her bra and underwear, a soft baby pink matching lace set, the door swung open revealing a very happy looking Bo.

He let out a whistle and looked her over, pausing at her chest for longer than she liked. “Guess I do get a show today. Look at you didn’t expect to see all that on you.” He gestured to her tattoo covered body.

“Katie’s a tattoo artist and a seamstress. I do hair and makeup. We practice on each other. Hers is just a bit more permanent.” Caroline was suddenly very aware of how little clothing she had on. “Can I get dressed now? Please, sir.” She asked batting her eyelashes innocently. He said wanted a nice girl with manners and she’d be sure to use all the training her southern belle mama had put her through. Katie may have more book smarts than she did but Caroline knew how to play a man.

Bo’s smirk somehow got even darker than it already was, “Now look at that. She does have manners. I like that baby, you can keep that up. Put your clothes on hurry up. Need to eat.”

She took the clothes off the sink feeling his eyes watching her every move. She was expecting her tiny shorts and a crop top but he had taken one of her dresses. She pulled it one and tried to get the zipper up her back but failed. She tried again and huffed when she couldn’t get it.

“Let me do it baby.” His fingers moved down her spine slowly enjoying how soft her skin was. He easily pulled the zipper and moved her wet hair over one of her shoulders. Bending down he kissed the other shoulder where it met her neck.

“Thank you.” She said trying to keep up the act. She decided to try her hand at a request to see what she could get, “Can I… can I, please, dry my hair? Or can you do it? My dress will get messed up if it get wet. My hair supplies bag is in my suitcase.” She looked up at the mirror in front of her and caught his gaze. He was smirking again.

He kissed her neck again and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back to his chest. “I guess since you asked so nicely I’ll let you. Can’t have my pretty little wife walking around in messed up clothes.”

Caroline felt like she was going to vomit. Wife. What the fuck was this psycho talking about? She was so wrapped in her head she didn’t even notice he had left the room and came back with things. She went to grab them but he held them in one hand high above his head. He was at least a foot taller than her so the objects were far from her reach.

“If you want them you gotta pay the price baby.” He pulled her against his chest and pressed his lips to hers. Her first reaction was to pull away but she reminded herself to play along. She let him kiss her, letting him move his lips against hers, and when his tongue traced along the seam of her lips she let him in.

He finally pulled away after what felt like a lifetime, “Good girl. Do that curly thing again. I like that and keep it down.” She nodded and started drying her hair trying to do it as quickly as possible.

Bo stood in the doorway blocking her in just in case she decided to be brave and get away from him. Damn she was pretty. His pretty little housewife. He had always wanted the perfect family. Pretty little wife to cook and clean while he went to work. He’d come home and she’d be waiting at the door for him beer in hand and a welcome home kiss while their kids ran up to him wanting hugs from their daddy. It would be perfect just like he dreamed.

“Bo…. Bo?” He didn’t hear her softly saying his name until she put her hand on his chest. “Are you okay? You looked as spaced out as I do when Katie starts going off about whatever book she’s reading.” She giggled softly thinking of her sister and Bo thought it was the prettiest music he had ever heard.

“Just fine, baby. Thinking about how pretty you are and what a good little wife and mama you’re gonna be.” He ran his hand through her soft curls happy she had followed his directions. “You promise to be good?”

He made it sound like he was going to offer something. She’d take anything she could get at the moment. “Yes, sir, I will be good.”

“Good girl. Gonna take you home now. Gotta lot of work for you and that sister of yours if Vincent lets her out of the studio.” He took her hand and led her out of the underground. Seeing sunlight was nice and feeling it against her skin was even better. They walked to his truck his hand holding hers tightly a sign for her not to run. He opened the truck door and helped her up before climbing in the driver side. He pulled her across the bench seat and wrapped one arm around her waist while driving with the other.

‘Play the game Caroline it’s just a game.’ She reminded herself to give her the courage to do what she was about to do.

She turned her head and pressed her lips to his cheek briefly, “Thank you, this is my favorite dress.” ‘Be calm and play the game.’ He’s a man, Mama always said all men what two things- food and sex. One she could do with ease, the other not so much. Mama raised them with the church to be good pure girls.

Bo took his arm from her waist and moved his hand to her thigh, squeezing a little harder then she was expecting. “You’re welcome baby. You keep being good and I’ll make sure you have everything your little heart wants.”

One more try, she would try one more time to see Katie today, “Can I see Katie yet? Please just for a minute.” She had been able to hold back the tears for a long time but finally thinking about her sister again made them flow.

Bo sighed and rolled his eyes gripping her thigh again. “Not right now. You make me a good lunch and start your housework and maybe I’ll think about it. Okay?”

She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Luckily this time he didn’t make her speak it. Her voice would probably crack if she had to speak right now. Finally they made it to the house and he lead her inside to the kitchen.

He open the fridge and grabbed a beer, “Make whatever you want with what we got. Make a list of things you’ll need and I’ll have Lester pick them up next time he goes out to the city for supplies,” he noticed the confusing on her face at the mention of Lester, “Les is the youngest brother. Me and Vincent are twins but Mama said I’m the older one. Then Lester came 3 years later.” He didn’t know why he told her all that but maybe it was good he felt comfortable telling her about their family that fast. She was the new Sinclair matriarch in a sense. “Now get to cooking baby. You got a lot to learn to be a good little wife.”

She rummaged around the kitchen finding enough things to make chicken and beans. There didn’t seem to be a fruit or vegetable in the house at all. Those would be first on her list. While she moved around the kitchen finding things she needed to cook, Bo sat at the table with his beer and went over his expectations for his new ‘wife’.

1.) No leaving the house without him or one of his brothers being with her

2.) Make sure all meals are made on time. He can’t be late for work. (Caroline wondered how you can be late for work when you are the owner and boss.)

3.) When he comes home at the end of the day she was to be at the door waiting of him, smile on her face and beer in hand, ready for his welcome home kiss

4.) Make sure the house stays clean, can’t have anything dangerous out once babies start coming. But only rooms with the doors open. He closed all the rooms she wasn’t allowed in.

5.) If she sees anyone in town besides one of the boys she was not allowed to speak to them unless it was to direct them to the boys. As soon as the strangers were gone she was to go to their room and hide. And if she heard screams- no she didn’t.

“Get all that through your pretty head, baby?” He asked her while she plate his food and sat in front of him.

“Yes, stay home, cook, clean, don’t talk to strangers, beer and kiss when you come home.” Like a good southern wife. He didn’t have to tell her most of those rules her mama already had. Hopefully if her twin was with his twin he wasn’t wanting what Bo wanted. Katie didn’t grasp all this the way Caroline did. Katie’s nose was too stuck in books to learn anything about this.

“Good. Where’s your food?”

“Not hungry. Just tired.” She even yawned at the end. He had said she slept all night but she felt like she had been hit by a truck. Bo pulled her onto his lap and held a sliced chicken to her lips.

“You can take a nap after you eat something. Can’t have ya withering away on me. You gotta be nice and healthy for our babies.” His other hand ghosted over her empty midsection as if to pretend a life was growing instead. Caroline had to control herself not to cringe and slowly chewed the meat. That seemed to satisfy Bo for while. He ate the whole meal occasionally feeding her bits of it.

“I knew I found a good one,” he said kissing her shoulder, “That was better than anything Mama ever made. You still wanna nap?”

Caroline yawned and nodded her head, “Please.”

Bo smiled and stood still holding her in his arms. She wrapped her legs about his waist to hold herself. He carried her up a staircase and into what she assumed was his room.

“Once I know you’re really gonna be good I’ll let ya redecorate. Give it a woman’s touch.” He said laying her down on the bed and pulling a blanket over her. “I gotta go see Vinny. You stay here and nap. If you wake up and I’m still gone you can go to the kitchen and wash dishes. I’m being nice since you’re still learning but after today dishes are done before bed.” She nodded as he continued this time getting in her face his forehead against hers, noses touching. “If I come back to this house and you aren’t in this room, the bathroom next door, or the kitchen- I will take my shotgun and shoot your sister in between the eyes, before coming for you. Understand baby?”

Tears sprang to her eyes immediately and she nodded her head fiercely, “Y-ye-yes, Bo. Yes, sir. I understand. I promise I will be good.”

That seemed to make Bo happy since he kissed her softly and left her to fall asleep.

[salamanderst]

Think I’m fuckin’ around? (C.S)

Dealer!chris x black!reader

Warings: SMUTTTTT, smoking weed, high sex, p in v, degrading, dom!chris, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), use of y/n (i tried to use it as little as possible), use of pet names (ma & baby) let me know if there is anything else!!

A/N: guys just because it says black!reader you can still read it regardless of your ethnicity, just remember the CHARTER is a black women, you are just reading her perspective. Also I’m so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language 😔

5 minutes later after Chris texted me, i hear my door open. i forgot this man has a key.. "hey ma, where ya' at?" he said walking into my apartment. "couch." i shout back. he sits down beside me pulling out 2 joints from his backpack, "okay, you gotta listen this shit strong. like this ain't no pussy shit, k?" he said giving me a stern look.

"Chris i literally don't give a fuck, just give me my weed." i whine, reaching for the baggy. "you'll get your weed when you listen to what i say." he said, swiftly lifting his hand up that had the joints, up in the air. "okay. i heard you." i said sighing. "good." he said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

he passed me the joints as i leaned over and grabbed my money. "m'k Chris, how much i owe you?"

"you get em'for free if you let me smoke with you.." he said throwing his head back on the couch. "that's a pretty good deal, i might have to take that up.." i said with a smirk. he tilted his head at me his hands behind his head. "mmh, okay you can smoke with me." i smiled.

Chris wasn't lying when he said this shit strong, because holy shit i am high. and only off one joint, when it normally takes 2. "you feeling good ma?" Chris laughed watching me zone out at the show i put on. i threw my face in my hands muffling, "Chris when you said this is strong, i didn't think you meant this strong." i groaned. " you think i fuck around? ion sell pussy shit." he said taking another hit of the joint.

i giggled seeing him taking another hit. "whats so funny?" he said, smoke escaping his mouth. "just funny you always wanna stay over when i ask for weed..." what am i saying? "mmh really?" he said raising his eyebrows with sleepy eyes, coming closing to me. my breath hitched as he came closer to me. Chris always flirted with me, i never flirted back because i didn't want to start anything, i mean his weed is really good i cant risk that. but right now things felt different...?

"i- mean im not complaining..." i said felling his breath on me as he got closer. "didn't think you were ma..." Chris said whispering in my ear, making me feel hot in my chest. he started kissing down my neck, putting his left hand on my shoulder his joint in the other.

"this okay..?" he said, lifting his head to look at me. "yes." i said my eyes fluttering. Chris reached for the ash trey taking one last hit before he put out his joint. he moved both his hand to my neck as he kissed my jaw line, making his way to my lips. he made it to my lips giving me a small peck then ripping away, leaving me wanting more.

"c'mere.." he said softly leaning back on the couch, indicting me to crawl onto his lap. i sat up moving onto his lap, straddling him and placing my hands on his shoulders. he moved his hand to my waist, running his hands up and down slowly on my sides. he placed his lips on mine, i gasps into the kiss, he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. i slowly started to rock my hips back and fourth, feeling him grow harder under me.

he slide his right hand down onto my thigh, slowly making his way up to my core. he grazed my heat with his knuckle through my sweats, making me gasp and pull away from the kiss. "this okay..?" he whispered leaning his head to the crook of my neck. "mhm.." i groaned nodding my head. he slide his hand down into my sweats, then going into my underwear. feeling his cold hand against me cupping my pussy making me lift up my body. he started rubbing circles around my core well pulling me back into a kiss.

i held onto his shoulder as i grinded on his hand, moaning into the kiss. he slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth, with each moan that left my lips. i could feel the smirk on his face. he pulled his hands out of my pants, and removed his lips from mine. "wha-" i started to speak, cut off by him lifting me off his lap. he stood up to remove his sweat. then pulling off mine, making me laugh, leaving us both in our underwear.

"m'k come back.." he said sitting down on the couch his arms open. i sat back down on his laps, his hands reconnecting with my waist. he pushed his lips on mine again, this time with more hunger. he lifted his hips up, telling me to rocking back and fourth, so i did. i whimpered into the kiss as i felt him getting harder and harder under me. he pulled away from the kiss again, then moving down to my neck to leave marks. "Chri-hugh i have places to be tomorrow.." i said my breath hitching as he held my hips, making them rock back and fourth faster.

Chris once again removed me from his lap making me sit beside him. "turn around.." he said, still sitting beside me, i turned around my knees on the cushion of then couch and my elbows right over the couch. he moved behind me removing his boxers, holy shit he was big. "you're okay with this ma..?" he said looking me in the eyes with a soft look. "y-es Chris." i said not wanting to wait any longer.

he slid my panties to the side. he pushed his tip on my folds, mixing our juices and using it as a substitute of lubricate. without warning he rammed his cock into me, making he moan loudly. he held onto my hips, going at a slow pace that was gradually becoming faster. "o-oh f-uck.. you ta-king my cock so-oo well ma.." he moaned, as his cocked slid in and out of me.

my jaw hung open moans consonantly leaving my mouth with every thrust. "oo-oh fuck Ch-ris you feel so good.." i moaned my eyes squeezed shut. "mmh.. yea? you like this dick.." he groaned leaning down to whisper in my ear. "you like when i fuck you like this.. huh?" he said his movements becoming faster.

"mmgh f-fuck y-yes." i groaned. skin slapping filled my apartment. "mmh so so good f'me baby.." he groaned lifting his body back up. he grabbed my hair making it into a pony tail. "mmhgh.. C-hris faster- pl-lease." i moaned feel myself becoming closer. no word just movement, Chris slammed into me making scream of pleasure. his thrust become faster and harder, my vision become fussy, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Chris was tugging on my hair making my head lift up as his moments become even faster. "g-gonna cu-m." i couldn't even say a proper sentence just simple words. "fucked yo-u s-so good can't even talk.." he groaned with each thrust. i cursed out with my moans, whimpering Chris's name every second.

i felt the not in mt stomach grow, my climax was so close. "ne-ed too c-cum.." i moaned. "cum baby." he whispered. his words made me reach the edge. my mouth hung open as i made a mess on his cock. soon after he quickly pulled out painting my shirt with his cum. "mhg f-fuck." he whimpered under his breath.

"sorry ma, i didn't mean to ruin your shirt.." he huffed out a laugh still out of breath. i giggled back my arms hung over the couch, trying to catch my breath. "c'mere lets go get cleaned up ma.."

heh... whyd i kinda eat... (proud)

[adorerdraco]

Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell 

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard. 

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you. 

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you. 

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture. 

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms. 

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table. 

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion. 

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all. 

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time. 

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully. 

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes. 

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs. 

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.

[frostines-blog]

Alright! I just finished about 4-5 hws and I'm tired. Anyways!

This is a continuation from the previous post "Types of Yuus".

(I should really start making that as a tag cause I suck at doing links)

Now then, We have Bnha!Yuu- I honestly like the thought of mind reading yuu and hearing stupid thoughts from the boys haha. Or other quirks. It's still not magic as it's part of their body and ability technically.

Time for me to explain! Basically, the plot is about how we have abilities, or rather "Quirks". Quirks have helped humans grow and advance in the society. But it mainly have three jobs once you have a quirk. The "Heroes", The "Support" and the "Villains".

And our main protagonist is a male who has no quirk but dreamed to become a hero.

I'll stop here, if you want to k ow more, watch "Boku no hero academia"/"My hero academia".

Witch!Yuu- I'm still new to the twst fandom but NRC is basically a wizard school at this point. And what I meant by witch!yuu I meant by "Wandering Witch: The journey of Elaina". I'm sorry but to this day, I'm a literal fan of her. Too bad I haven't read the novels yet.

This is about a story of a girl who idolize a witch author, who writes all about her journey around the world and published them into a book.

Wanting to be like her, Elaina works day and night to be like her idol. In which, she became a genius.

Being an apprentice, to a professional witch. Well, a traveling one. As her journey continues, as a spectator, her journal also grows. Wishing to be like her idol.

And I'll stop right here.

I'm still debating if I should even do this but!

Musician!Yuu- in which music is their magic. This is a completely, well. Somewhat original au? I mean, I found one on quotev and well, I don't wanna say that I copied their idea when I already talked to my friend about it for 5 months ago. I'm also pretty decent on quotev so yeah-

Using music as their magic meaning they will be types as well.

For singers, I can say that their vocals is their mana. For how long they can sing, or how strong their vocal is.

For instrument users, I can imagine that they use their stamina or rather, control on how long they can play or how strong their passion for music is? To be completely honest I'm still thinking about it but then again, imagine playing the violin for 4 hours straight seems to be not my cup of tea. (This is also because all those wonderful designs of instruments I saw on Pinterest and Google, damn you guys, I'm tempted into painting my guitar with stickers now.)

And well... Rappers. I saw on tiktok how rappers would be the strongest in the fantasy au cause of how fast they can chant out spells and they ain't wrong. If anything, I'm terrified. Imagine someone rapping "Ice blizzard", "Wind blade", "Raffire" and "Bind" at the same times while also saying "Black hole". How are we supposed to beat them?- their too fast- but I think how their mouth or vocal will last will be their "Mana". And how strong they will be if they clearly pronounced the spell in English (seeing as Japanese is Twisted wonderland's main language and they use English for their unique magic. Also because of those post about English is a dead language?) Hypothesis mic(?) Is gonna win haha- still scary-

And DJs. Their basically mages at this point. Using their own sound tracks, other voices (if there's consent) and etc. Instead of a floating book, it's a floating screen or CD disk. If they are more and more creative, their Mana. And if the song is really really good, that's how strong they are.

I'm just thinking about how sad songs are gonna be water spells, pop songs being wind, love songs being earth or nature, Rock and roll is fire, this concerts explains a lot. Then we have metal which is ice. And etc.

Pretty much like that so yeah- and I don't think this is magic considering that their not using Mana but rather their own "Mana".

Tokyorev!Yuu- ...deuce, epel, please— I can already see the chaos.. and lectures.. ha.

I can't really say much seeing as this is a new manga and not everyone have watched it yet.

A crybaby who gone back in time. Is also a delinquent. Gangs, Gang fights, and action.

Yup, that's all I can say. (I don't want my friend seeing me accidentally spoiling others and smacking my head-)

Dimensional Traveller!Yuu- I've once read a book about two pair of teens going through dimension to dimensions. Or Universes in this case seeing as they went from anime to anime.

I'm not really sure if this is accurate, but I'll try to make it as accurate as possible!

Dimensional Travellers are basically ppl who can go from dimension to dimension. They either change the plot or world, or they stay as a spectator and leave things grow or fall.

There's also skills and such, but that's supposed to be earn by experience. You could say, a constant static check?

I'm just saying that them walking out from the dark mirror while someone sorting themselves infront of the dark mirror is really funny and chaotic.

...I need sleep. Scratch that, I need to finish at least 3 chapters of this module aaaaa

[bonjovian]

Never Let Me Go: Chapter Six

Masterlist Chapter Five Chapter Seven

Word Count: 2,212

The group makes their way to Fociaugh Hollow in search of the final runestone, thus completing the covenant with Ramuh, the Stormsender.

"So, Iris's story about Lady Lunafreya coming through town was true after all," Prompto smiled slightly as we walked.

"Judging by the timing of her visit, she probably set course for the Archaean as soon as she fled the Crown City," Ignis responded with a nod.

"Damn, and we missed her?" I asked.

"You really owe her big time, Noct," Gladio teased.

"Can't wait to thank her in person," Noctis responded, a bit embarrassed.

The sun was setting at this point, the already dark sky growing darker.

"Shit, do we still have the stuff to camp?" I asked. "Or did we lose those when we lost the Regalia?"

"We've still got it," Gladio responded. "I suppose we should find a place to set up camp."

"Gaia, you just had to mention camping," Prompto whined jokingly.

"I just want a break from being drenched in rain," I laughed.

We walked in silence along a trail for a bit before reaching a haven. "Shall we camp here?" Ignis asked.

"Camping sucks when it rains," Noct whined.

"At least we have a tent?" I asked. "Could be worse."

"Less whining, more working," Gladio scolded. I assumed that they kept the camping supplies in the same way we kept our weapons, considering one moment we weren't carrying any of it, and now Gladio was already getting to work on setting up camp.

This armiger stuff sure is strange, I thought, trying to be as helpful as I could.

Once the tent was all set up, we ducked inside. Prompto sat down next to me, "I just realized you never got to try Iggy's cooking before!"

"I take it he's quite the chef?" I asked.

"The best one I know!"

"Oh man, I can't wait then," I laughed. "Hey, I saw you taking some pictures earlier, can I see some?"

"I'll show you some of my favorite shots!" He grinned, grabbing his camera. He slid closer to me and started going through the images he saved.

"Man, some of this stuff makes me wish I joined you guys sooner," I laughed. "Like how the hell do you manage to have the Regalia break down like that?"

"Prompto was the one driving, blame him," Noct teased.

"Hey!" Prompto put a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended.

***

Once Noctis woke up we were on our way again. It was still pouring rain, making it feel colder than it probably was.

"The hell?" Gladio let out a frustrated sigh. "I can't get ahold of her."

"Iris?" Noctis asked.

"She call you?" Gladio looked over at Noctis.

"No messages."

"She doesn't normally do this?" I asked.

"No, she usually would at least tell me she's busy," Gladio shook his head.

"We're still gonna visit the other royal tombs, right?" Prompto asked, changing the subject.

"Of course. We've simply gone off-road for a spell," Ignis responded.

"Noct could definitely use a hand from his ancestors," Gladio agreed.

"The dead can wait, but gods aren't always forgiving. Let us not keep the Fulgurian waiting."

"Fulgurian," I repeated. "Kinda feels weird to say."

Lightning struck close by, causing Prompto and me to jump.

"That one was pretty close," Gladio stated calmly. I looked over at Prompto and laughed slightly.

"Which means we must be as well," Ignis responded. We approached a cave, the opening looking like it was blown away by some force.

"Look. Over there. I bet that's the spot lightning struck," Gladio stated.

"Oh boy, and we're going inside," I responded.

"Here we are! Fociaugh Hollow!" Prompto announced.

"No telling what waits inside," Ignis warned as we walked in. The others turned on the flashlights they had clipped to their jackets. Unlike the previous cave we were in, this one felt a lot more cramped. We started down a slope.

"We're drifting into the deep end," Prompto sighed.

"I can't quite make out how deep it runs," Ignis responded.

"Only one way to find out, right?" Gladio walked ahead of us.

"Do we really want to find out?" I asked in response as we finally reached level ground. I kept by Prompto's side as we approached an opening into a wider area of the cave. Just our luck, a swarm of bats came flying out. Prompto stumbled back, falling to the ground with a scream. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down with him.

I huffed as I got up, holding a hand out to pull him up. "Next time, please don't try to use me as a meat shield," I laughed. He just rolled his eyes as he got up.

"I've got a bad feeling about this place," he said as he looked around the open area.

Ignis nodded and adjusted his glasses. "As if danger lurks around every corner," he said quietly.

"Avoid all corners. Got it!"

The cave floor continued to slope downward, but at least this time there wasn't any ice. We reached what at first looked like a dead-end before Gladio pointed out a small gap between the cave walls. "Should be able to slip through."

Noctis approached the gap. "Let's see," he said as he slipped into the gap. After a moment, the rest of us followed.

"Tight squeeze," Gladio complained.

"Maybe for you," Prompto teased, "Pretty easy for me though."

"It's just a bit uncomfortable at most," I responded. "Thank the gods I'm not claustrophobic."

We continued navigating our way through, just following Noctis. When we got out, we were in what seemed like a tunnel.

"Keep quiet," Ignis whispered.

"Who? What? Where?" Prompto asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

"I don't know, but I don't like it," Gladio responded softly.

A few imps dropped from the ceiling, causing Prompto to yelp and stumble back again. I rolled my eyes. If anything, I was more annoyed than scared this time. I ran at one, slashing at it with my broadsword. The fight seemed to wrap up quickly, there were five of us and five of them. A perfect number.

After squeezing through another hole in the walls of the cave, we reached a rather tranquil-looking area. The sun shone through an opening in the ceiling, falling perfectly on a small patch of flowers. Next to it was a small body of water, maybe a pond or a river.

"This is a perfect writing spot!" I whispered excitedly. "It looks so nice!"

As if on cue to prove me wrong, more imps dropped from the ceiling, and a new daemon showed up. They appeared to be made up of lightning magic. Thunder Bombs, I realized. I threw my axe at one of them before turning my attention to an imp that was way too close. After finishing off the imp, I grabbed my axe again. Noct warped past me and attacked another thunder bomb, and with that, the battle was over.

"As you were saying about a perfect writing spot?" Prompto laughed.

"Shush, I stand by my word, if this place wasn't infested with daemons," I crossed my arms. After making sure we were all okay, we continued down into the cave.

"It never ends," Prompto muttered. A few more imps showed up, just our luck.

"Starting to get sick of this," I groaned, swinging my axe at one of the imps. Luckily for us, their numbers seem to be getting smaller, as this time, only three crawled out of the ground. We continued onward, making our way further down into the hollow. It only got darker as we went.

"Bring out the shiny sword!" Prompto whispered.

Noctis looked over at him in confusion. "What shiny sword?"

"Don't you have something that glows in the dark?" Gladio asked.

"Yeah, I could have sworn whenever you got a royal arm they glow!" I added.

Ignis shook his head with a sigh. "The power of kings... reduced to a torch."

We reached another tight squeeze. "Think we can fit through there?" Gladio asked.

Noctis approached the gap. "Gotta try," he responded calmly.

"Hold on a sec!" Prompto warned before screaming. Son of a bitch, more imps, I thought, watching them crawl out of the gap. Noctis took care of them rather quickly.

"I hate these things," he muttered as more showed up behind us. We were all quite annoyed at the amount we had to fight up to this point. I made quick work of a couple, one of them knocking my sunglasses off my face. I scrambled to grab them, putting them back on with a sigh.

"Nice catch," Gladio chuckled.

"Don't want these breaking," I laughed. After checking for any more imps, we made our way through the gap, coming to yet another tunnel. Our footsteps echoed loudly around us, and so did the growl of an unseen creature.

"Guys wait! Wha- What was that sound?" Prompto stuttered. I looked over and saw a hole in the wall, rocks blocking us from efficiently climbing through. He walked over to get a closer look.

The creature growled again, this time. I swear I heard it say something. "Prompto, be careful," I warned him. "Come on, we need to go this way."

I started walking down the tunnel some more, following the others when we heard Prompto scream. I spun back around.

"Prompto!" Noctis yelled, running over to where Prompto was.

"You alright?" Gladio yelled before running further into the cave. "Prompto! Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay! This place is literally the worst!" Prompto yelled back. "And why did it have to be a snake? That thing dragged me all the way over here!"

We reached an area full of stalagmites and daemons. Prompto ran over to us. "Hey, at least you're not hurt," I looked him over before attacking one of the mindflayers that snuck up on us.

"They just keep coming," Ignis said as he attacked a nearby imp.

"Then we keep pushing them back!" Gladio slammed his greatsword down on a thunder bomb.

We continued like this for a bit, running around the area and fighting the daemons that showed up as we tried to find our way onward. Ducking through another confined space, we made it to another tunnel.

"She's here. I just know it," Prompto whimpered, before yelling, "Show yourself already!"

"Cool it!" Gladio demanded.

I looked over at Prompto, giving him a small smile.  "Hey, you'll be fine. I know you're scared. Just breathe." He nodded slightly. We walked into yet another open area, stalagmites still dotted all over the ground.

Just before we could make it through to another tunnel, a large snake-like creature launched itself from the ground. I let out a small shriek, stumbling back.

"See! I told you!" Prompto yelled, stumbling back. Ignis jumped back as well, Gladio summoning his shield to block a hit from the creature's tail. "There she is! That's her!"

Once I regained my composure, I looked over at the creature. She was a Naga. A distorted woman's head on a snake body. She raised herself above Noctis, looking down at him with all-white eyes.

"Do something, Noct!" Prompto yelled.

"Don't ask me, do it yourself," Noctis responded, cautiously looking up at the Naga.

As if the creepy snake daemon couldn't get any worse, she spoke. "My baby... where..." She seemed to struggle to speak, but the question got across. She's looking for her baby?

"Can't help you," Noctis responded, his voice surprisingly calm.

"Oh, you can... by becoming mine!" The Naga hissed before lunging at us.

"Man I hate snakes!" I whined as I swung my axe.

"Stop bitching, start killing," Gladio responded as he attacked.

The battle seemed to drag on forever, but eventually, the daemon fell to the ground. It sounded like it was simultaneously screaming and hissing, before weakly uttering, "Bring back... my baby..."

I shuddered. "That's enough daemons for one day."

"What was she talking about?" Ignis asked.

"Beats me," Noctis shrugged as we continued on.

"Something about her baby," Gladio stated.

Prompto let out a noise of disgust, "If it's anything like her, I ain't going near it." His tone quickly turned back to fear. "Do you guys see anything?"

"Nothing that's gonna snatch you up," Gladio reassured.

"Yeah, we'll take care of whatever rears its ugly head at us," I laughed.

"Says the girl who screamed when the snake lady showed up," Noctis teased. We reached the final runestone, the sun shining on it like a beacon.

"That's the last runestone," Ignis sounded relieved.

Prompto sighed in relief, "Finally!"

"Alright, you're up Noct," Gladio said, the four of us stopping a few feet away from the runestone, letting Noct go ahead.

He held his hand out like before, a sudden strike of lightning crashing down and seeming to be drawn to him. "This is it, the power of the Storm," he said as he approached us.

"Eh, I expected more fire and brimstone," Prompto joked. He was finally calmed down.

"Some gods are friendlier than others, I guess," Gladio agreed.

"But not all of them," Noctis sighed. "Poor Luna..."

"Perhaps you had better console her in person," Ignis suggested.

"Just a boat ride away!" Prompto chimed.

"And lose that scowl along the way," Gladio teased.

"Yeah, you don't wanna look like you're unhappy about being with her," I laughed.

"Will do," Noct responded as we made our way back to the entrance. I couldn't help but think about that Naga though. She seemed like a caring mother. I shook a thought from my head before running to catch up with the group.

[spicyfoodboi]

love potions in the diffuser

Genre: fluffy fluff

A daichi sawamura, koushi sugawara, kenma kozume, and tooru oikawa x reader

a hogwarts AU!

A collaboration with @raequii!

Synopsis: small scenarios of you and the hq boys in hogwarts with you, even though you guys aren't in the same houses.

a/n: hey guys! This a collaboration with my friend raven! We decided to collab because we were fangirling about the boys being in hogwarts and how would they react if their s/o is in a different house as them. You'll also find out which houses I think the boys would be in. if you want to see the gym 3 boys in their houses, check out raequii's take! Let's get on with it!

Daichi sawamura

As a Gryffindor with a ravenclaw (s/o)

It was a day to remember. It was a sunny one. Griffindor going against ravenclaw in that day's quidditch match. Daichi was excited to see how the game was going to go and he was excited to see who he was he up against but something was in the way that he couldn't feel the adrenaline the players usually feel a few hours before a game.

"Why aren't you coming?" daichi asked you, he was behind you, pressing you closer to his chest. His head was resting on yours, you know there was a pout on it, you didn't have to look. He was always so clingy before his games. You tried to be there every time but this time you couldn't go because you wanted to study for Professor McGonagall's class.

"I'm sorry darling. I really can't. Professor McGonagall's exam is next Monday and I have to study." you said, not looking up from the textbook. That made his blood boil. He told you about this match a few weeks back and you seemed really excited. Now you were here, sitting in the on one of the many stone seats in the school courtyard, a pile of books beside you. He was with you in his Gryffindor quidditch uniform, his broomstick resting on the tree behind the both of you. He could be practicing with the team but he was here, cuddling you from behind, begging you to watch. Something popped in his head.

"(y/n)," he said sternly, taking the book from your hands and placed it with the other books beside you. You gasped, standing up angrily to face him but he got in your face. His lips by your ear, he was looking at you in his peripheral, his lips fixed in a smirk.

"do remember that potions class where you couldn't figure out how to make the luck potion so I let you take mine so you got a better grade? You swore that you would do whatever I asked. I haven't used that yet. Can you go to the game now?" he whispered, pulling away so you could properly see the small pout on his face.

Your heart was beating so fast. You had to give in. "f-fine. you win Mr. Sawamura." you said. He handed his hand for you to take. You huffed, taking his hand. You were about to let him pull you away but you stopped in your tracks, running back to the stone bench and took the stack of books into your arms. Daichi huffed, walking back to take the books from you, except for the one you were reading earlier. "I do not want miss Irma to kill me." you reasoned, opened the book to the last opened page then taking your boyfriend's hand in the other, walking hand in hand with him towards the quidditch field.

Koushi sugawara

As a Hufflepuff with a slytherin (s/o)

He just wanted cuddles. Was that too much to ask? You were feeling restless so you asked koushi to sneak into the hufflepuff common room before he went to bed after patrolling as head boy. He reluctantly agreed. It wasn't that hard. He tapped the barrels in the rhythm of Helga hufflepuff, letting you in first before following behind you.

He settled in one of the many couches in the common room, sitting close to you. "hey (y/n)? Sugar? Sweetcakes? Honeybunch?" he called out, making you roll your eyes. You decided to just ignore it and answer genuinely. "yes koushi?" you said, looking into his brown eyes.

"Can we cuddle?" suga asked, leaning towards you, wrapping his arms around your torso, looking up at you with puppy eyes. You sighed, pulling him to sit up straight. He looked so cute, you couldn't resist. You grumbled, sitting in his lap, wrapping your arms around his torso. He chuckled, pulling you closer by the waist.

"I never knew you had a cuddly side of you." suga said with a big grin on his face. You grumbled, nuzzling your face into his chest to make him stop talking. "shut it sugawara. I just... Want cuddles." you said before nuzzling into his hufflepuff uniform to take in his scent, feeling the smell bringing you into the darkness.

You woke, seeing you were still in the hufflepuff common room. The white-haired boy, laying down on the same couch you were cuddling on the night before. You sat up, making sure no one was downstairs, that no one saw them or else they would be in trouble. The shuffling woke the head boy up.

"w-what's going on sugar?" the boy asked, his hair disheveled, white hair sticking up from the top. "well, we both fell asleep where people could see us right in the open. We could lose points over this koushi." you said sternly.

Suga's grip around your waist got tighter when you tried to get up. "I want to cuddle the love of my life. Is that so wrong?" he said, pulling you closer to his chest, his breath fanning your cheeks. You flushed, leaning in and kissing his nose and letting yourself relax in his arms.

You were right of course, both of you got caught and they took some points off from your houses. But both of you don't regret it at all.

Kenma kozume

As a ravenclaw with a hufflepuff (s/o)

Hogsmeade is a popular place for dates or just a place to take a breath when exam season gets too harsh. You invited kenma out of the castle and just walk around and explore the small town. Of course, kenma agreed. He needed to take a break from the hectic aura of the school anyway.

This leads you here, down in the streets of hogsmeade, looking through the windows for things the both of you might enjoy together. Kenma on the other hand was holding onto the back of your robe, making sure he doesn't run into something while he goes on his phone.

"oh oh! Kenma, kenma!" you exclaimed, taking his robe sleeve and shaking him to get his attention. You pointed at the multiple sweets in the window of honeydukes. His heart exploded when he saw your excited expression, pointing at chocolate frogs and bertie botts every flavor beans from the window. He smiled at you. You're the only one that could make him smile like that.

He took out his cat coin purse and handed it to you. You took it and opened it curiously to see galleons, a lot of galleons in it. More than you could count. You looked at him with surprise. "k-kenma why are you giving me your coin purse?" you asked, trying to push it back into his chest.

He held onto your wrist so you would still have his purse. "get anything you want. my treat." he said, his smile growing wider. Before you could refuse, He gripped on your wrist a bit tighter then pulling you into the candy store.

Both of you came back out with bags and bags of candy . Chocolate frogs and slugs, a couple of packets of bertie botts every flavor beans. "thanks so much kenma. But there was one more thing I wanted to get the whole day." you said, turning to look at him. He stopped walking, looking into your (e/c) irises. "what else do you want? We can get-" he said before getting cut off by your actions.

You pushed the bag straps further up your arm so you could take both of his hands. You then pulled him in, pressing your lips on his.  You pulled away, letting go of one of his hands and continuing to walk into the streets.

Let's just say kenma's heart was filled with love that after that sweet gesture you pulled.

Tooru oikawa

As a slytherin with a griffindor (s/o)

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT TOORU!" you yelled at him once getting out of potions class. You were walking ahead of the chocolate-haired boy. You were drenched in this silver liquid, making you seem like a walking disco ball.

"look, I said I was sorry! I didn't know distractions like kisses could cause explosions." he reasoned, jogging to catch up to you, tackling you in a hug from behind. You yelped, taking out your wand a flinging him back into the hallway wall.

You stride over to his figure, wand in hand, pointing it in his direction. He raised his hands, a signal for you to not kill him right now. "I was doing so well on my liquid luck. If you didn't kiss my neck, it wouldn't have exploded," you said, your grip on your wand tightening.

"I really didn't mean to," he said, standing up straight and walking over to your steady figure. He stopped right in front of your extended hand, wand still pointing at him. He leaned in so the wand would be pointing directly onto his beating heart. "but if you hate me because of that. Feel free to use any spell to end me." placing the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically, his smirk mocking you.

You blushed, grumbling curses while you tucked your wand back into your robe. "I'll kill you later I guess. Not here." you excused. You started to walk away, your hands crossed and a pout on your face. If you couldn't kill him, it's better to just ignore him.

"Hey..." said the boy, hugging you from behind, keeping you in place. "I really am sorry. I'll treat you to butterbear at 3 broomsticks tomorrow," he whispered, kissing our cheek. Your pout was replaced by a smile so fast.

"fine. Because you owe me," you said, taking his hand and pulling him along the halls of Hogwarts. You didn't have a destination, but just being with each other was enough.

Omg omg omg!! We are done! I first want to apologize if some are longer than others. I tried my best. but if I didn't catch the reader's personality in those houses, I apologize for that as well. Requests are open for my hq boys, by the way, don't be shy to request anything! Make sure to once again to check on raven for the gym 3 bois! Love you guys so so much 💞❤💖💕

[kanene-yaaay]

No Moving

Kanene’s note: One year ago I threw a surprise party (very small and cozy) in my house and, after some hours, one of mah friends suggested we played some old games from our childhood and I remember my first thought was “Hey, no. We’re not children anymore.” but I said nothing because that sounded a lot like what society would want me to say. We played. And that was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Good enough to give me inspiration for this fanfic. With a lot of chaos and dorky sides and chaos and tickles!!! So I'm giving this to myself as a gift, because, ya know... S e r o t o n i n! Soooo, the lesson? Idk. Be feral, do chaos, play and f**k the society, I guess. Happy day for us all!!! :DD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is Ler!Roman and Ler!Virgil with Lee!Logan and Lee!Patton. Around 3.700 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Eu vou traduzir ainda ;w;. Thank you so so so much for being with me through all this crazy and difficult year. It’s been a bless to have all of you in my notes, my askys, and my notifications! Take care of yourself, lollipop, you deserve. <33

[~*~]

It was a sunny day. The heat from the biggest star of our solar system being placated by a relaxing wind incessantly throwing the napkins from the so careful, yet messy – as if this wasn’t a tradition the quartet repeated affectionately every single year – decorated table. The friends positioned themselves around it. The surprise party’s rush being already over after all their screaming, singing, eating and bickering, leaving the four to lazily chat or stare the breeze carrying lonely flowers around Virgil’s – the one who offered his house as a sacrifice to the chaos - yard, making them float in the air for some seconds before forgetting them on the dirt again.

Virgil snored softly from the spot he conquered on the tabletop, taking a peaceful nap. Patton was saying, in the fastest pattern he could muster, all the dad jokes his brain managed to think only to see how much time Logan would continue to give him the silent treatment before finally – and figuratively, the owner of the only brain cell of their group would say if he heard this narrative, - exploded and Roman? 

Well, Roman was bored.

“I HAVE AN IDEA!!”

Then he slammed his hands on the top of the wooden object, successfully scaring Virgil out of it and of his sleeping – leading the poor adult to fall. Not before kicking a cup in Roman’s direction, his moves being weakened enough by his fogged brain so he missed it and hit Roman’s carefully manicured hands, instead, – at the same Patton, by reflex, slapped the two poor persons who had the bad luck of sitting next to him. He gathered the perfect timing to interrupt Logan’s scared jump by his confused ‘Why did- why- Why did you hit ME?’ sputtering.

“Ow.” The one in red shirt held protectively his arm and hand next to his chest, protesting with his usual offended noises as analyzed the light red spots on them and purposely ignored the ‘What the FUCK, Princey??’ shouted by the host. “Ow. O-w. Are you guys seriously going to hit me every time I try to make your poor lifes better, your barbarians? You know what? I am offended. Your peasants. I am going to get my dear Amanda the katana and then I am- I am out.” 

Logan deadpanned in his direction, lifting one of his eyebrows in his disbelief expression as the other didn’t give a single step to the exit. He did his best to maintain the façade as Patton fuzzed over him, hugging and apologizing and hugging and softly petting his head and offering cake before gasping and turning around to fuzz now over Roman. “… Okay. I am taking Patton with me.”

“Over my dead, haunted body.” Virgil quickly proclaimed before his tune got slurred, very much likely still sleepy. “I saw…” He balanced his hands in front of him, eyes wide and hair spiked, very much reminding of a scared cat. “I saw the angel of death, in all his tall dark, cold aura. In front of me. He was right before me, full of-” He moved his hands more, as if that compensated for his lack of words. “Emo.”

“…Thanatos?” Logan pointed.

“Yeah, yeah. That guy.” Virgil came back to his initial position laying down on the cold surface, yawing. “Totally emo.”

“Actually, when he was created-”

“Excuse me. Focus, focus!” The one who initiated the commotion snapped his fingers until all the eyes were fixated on him, glares traveling from interested to unimpressed. “My brilliant idea? That will light up this party and hearts? Drum the drums!” Silence. He turned to Patton, who was staring at a cute butterfly mindless flying around. “Patton! The drums!” The one wearing black rims seemed to come back to reality, drumming his fingers on the table. “Very well!” Roman spun, extending the suspense. Logan came back to scrolling on his phone, Virgil getting closer to take a look, both hiding a smirk when heard the pout in Roman’s tune. “You’re all jerks and boring. Let’s play S.T.O.P!”

That caught their attention.

“Roman, you are…” Logan talked slowly, as if trying to make his words as clear as possible, “aware that we’re adults now, right?”

“Aw, come on, guys!” Patton jolted upright. “Sounds fun! And I think Virgil’s yard is bigger enough to make it even better than when we played in middle school!”

“Exactly! And it was one of your favorites games when you were younger, remember, Specs? I think it’s a good way to celebrate that special date which is your birthday!” Logan scoffed at that, albeit his mind was somewhere else. 

Roman wasn’t wrong, he really used to love this game, especially because he was good at it. His love for sports was often ignored by most of his classmates because of his good grades – Logan never understood why one thing would exclude other – therefore he was constantly forgotten in the team or even underestimated. Two things extremely crucial in a game like this. Roman noticed his contemplating face. “I mean, except you are afraid of losing. Again.” 

“I did not lose! Kyle fell on me and he was the only one supposed to be out and not both of us and you. Know. It!”

“No, no, no! Claire said you were the one who tripped on your way and then YOU fell on Kyle-”

“That is nonsense! If Claire had stopped just one second her Dance of Victory, she would be able to see that, by the angle we both were on the ground there was no way I would be able to-”

“Oh, plu-e-ase. You are just a sore los-”

“What is this game?” Virgil questioned Patton, both letting the bickering fall on the background, who smiled widely, his gaze unfocusing a bit, probably watching some old memories of his childhood.

“It is a very simple but fun game!! One person stays next to a wall and, oh! We call him the Looker by the way! Or even some large thing and the others players stay the most away from him as possible. The person next to the wall has to count until a certain number of his choice and while he is counting everyone is free to wander around the place until he turns around, then every player has to freeze on the same spot and position they were. If you move and the Looker catches you, you’re out. You win if you touch the wall where he was. You can do everything you want as long the Looker is not staring at you.

“There was that one kid who managed to win the game by climbing a tree until he was close enough to jump from it and run to the wall before the Looker shouted he was out.” The one wearing two party hats as ‘cat hears’ stopped to breath. “Ah! Ah! Also! If you’re out you can choose to just watch the game or become the Looker’s partner and try to help him. Roman and Logan used to be the worst ever when together.” He giggled, sounding a bit hysteric.

“Hm. I think they used to call this ‘10 Seconds’ in my school, since you could count only further than 10 seconds.” Virgil then frowned. “Wait, why were they the worst?”

“Uhh, so, you see, the Lookers can use some… attics to try to make you move. Logan and Roman usually choose to-”

“I do NOT wish to participate.” Logan stated, crossing his arms stubbornly. Roman sighed. 

“Well, you do you.” Roman then traveled his glare to the others two. “Are you guys coming? I’m the Looker.”

“I’m in!!” Patton excitedly got up, joggling his way to the yard, casting a slightly worried look at Logan, who was adjusting his chair in order to have a better view of the game. Virgil shrugged, taking off his hoodie and following them, quickly throwing a ‘You ok?’ as he passed next to the most professional of the group.

“Yes.” He deeply breathed, sounding calmer. “Yes, I am.” And then give him a bite of a smile. 

Roman positioned himself before the colorful three foot tall concrete tunnel forgotten there by the last owner, barely catching with the corner of his field view his two friends whispering something to each other, the one wearing two party hats snickering behind his hand, bouncing as also choose a good position far away from him, who tried to not think much about what he just presented. A suspicious feeling crawled the back of his neck.

“Go.” Logan pronounced. 

“Oneeeee, twooo, three, fourfivesixseveneight,” Roman turned away from them, counting in a tune just above a whisper. Patton and Virgil exchanged glances.

When he got at twenty, he turned. 

Only to find Virgil laid on the grass, his arm extended to point something in the sky, Patton crouched by his side, his face firm in a puzzled expression staring in the same direction, hand above his eyes to block the Sun. Roman frowned in confusion, the curiosity tickling the back of his brain until he succumbed to it, also looking at the sky to - surprise, surprise! – find absolutely nothing!

By the time he stared at them again Patton now was in front of Virgil, both making what seemed like a very horrible parody of The Creation of Adam painting. Roman got closer, managing to clearly see the smug smile on Virgil’s face and Patton wobbly lips, very much likely holding laughter. He crossed his arms, staying stubbornly for some seconds before giving up, seeing that none of them moved a single millimeter. 

“You two are so funny.” Roman rolled his eyes, sarcasm dropping from each word. Logan snorted.

This time the Looker counted at only fifteen seconds.

This time Patton was in Virgil’s arms when he turned, one leg suspended dramatically in the air. The third time Roman growled loudly as Virgil was on one knee, pretending to propose to Patton who was frozen in the middle of his faint. In the fourth he didn’t even have the chance to turn before two hands tased his sides, making his knees buckle but being held in the same place when a pair of arms that hugged him from behind, capturing the poor adult in a flow of high-pitched squeaks and surprised laughter at each squeeze and spidering deposited just above his hips. 

Some minutes later soft snorts followed him to the ground when he was finally freed, flames running on his face and his arms firmly pressed at his sides, the ghost tickles leading to a sea of giggles dancing in the air.

“Enough.” Logan cut the moment, all the eyes on him when he got up, stretching and loosening his party tie. The Looker recomposed himself in order to sneak pokes and squeezes on the other two, who quickly dashed their way back to the yard. “You both clearly aren’t taking this seriously enough.” A dangerous gleam took over his eyes, staring intently to Roman, who instantly got the same kind of shine in his own glare, nodding in his direction. Both too much preoccupied to notice Virgil and Patton silently high fiving in the distance.

The game started again, now a very different electricity dancing in the air. Logan sensed an old feeling of nostalgia resting on his back as he analyzed the place and his opponents as things went by. Roman turned for at least three times – the perfect number for things to get really interesting, - before he decided to finally move from his place.

Silent steps, he went right to Patton. Logan breathed in relief, taking the opportunity to adjust his strategic position half behind the tree. Patton kept a pattern of switching from moving too fast in a round and then barely taking a step in the other, however, as Roman stopped before him, and for the way he soundless snickered as The Looker changed his target to Virgil, his weakness was still holding his laughter when stared for long periods of time.

Virgil was sitting on the grass. Again. A very good tactic when you tend to fidget or tremble a lot. He would stay in the same position for some rounds until in an explosion of energy dash forward when Roman wasn’t paying attention. The Looker crouched in front of him, his index finger pointing and almost touching his nose.

“You. I don’t trust you.”

And then there was Logan.

“You,” Roman stared in distance – not because of fear pffff of course not - Logan’s form half hidden by the foliage and trunk of the medium tree, his glass making his eyes gleam in a light even more enhanced due the shadow provided by the plant, the rest of his face being partially hidden because of his bangs falling on his features. “are fucking creepy. Stop.”

In the next round Patton gave everyone a heart attack when he screamed since he didn’t heard/saw Logan approaching his spot. Two more rounds. Virgil sneezed and lost his balance in a not very ideal mid-run position. Out.

“Oh, thank gracious, great goodness!! Come here, Knight Mare!! I have an idea!!” Virgil barely had time to stop swearing for losing before being recruited by Roman, who immediately began to whisper in his ear.

 “What do you think they’re talking about?” Patton asked, both being close enough for the question doesn’t need to be spoken above a murmur.

“Not a good thing for us both, I am sure.” In that moment The Lookers turned and a cold shiver ran Logan who, for the way Patton trembled, wasn’t the only one. Adrenaline started pulsing on his veins when they approached, although the birthday person had no idea of why. His old memories too much buried under newer ones for him to catch them.

“Nooohoho.” The cat lover whined and the fact Roman clearly saw that but did nothing to point it, his only reaction being to expand his grin, worsened Logan fears, a ray of recognition finally shining on his mind. That should be how karma feels.

“Look at you both, just standing right there, not being allowed to move an only single inch. What a sad fate, don’t you think, Princey?”

“Oh, absolutely, emo. A horrible, wondrous thing, indeed. But you know what that would be perfect for?” Roman now was just a few centimeters away, the infinitesimal distance being cut when he inclined forward, his breath tickling Patton’s – Poor Patton – ear. “Revenge. You know, Pattycake, Hot Topic here told me the previous attack on my amazing person was your idea. And now that I stop to think, what a wonderful idea, don’t you think, Pat-pat?”

Virgil pulled lightly Roman’s shoulder, sensing the other about to crack but yet having too much fun to end this all so early. “But not now. No touching, right?”

“Oh, right, right. Of course, no touching!” He wiggled his fingers, barely away from the poor target’s ribs, his cheeks already beginning to get pink from blush. “No touching, no touching, no touching, but, most important than anything else: no. moving.”

“Oh, yeah.” Virgil took the opportunity to walk around, stopping right behind Patton, who firmly closed his eyes, the smile he carried getting bigger. “Because the exact, very moment when you can’t take the teases anymore so you break and move?” He tsked. “Then all your protection will be over and you will be all helpless and vulnerable for us to tickle,” He almost purred the words, in the slowest way possible. “tickle, tickle, tickle for hours and hours. Can you imagine that, Popstar? Our fingers prodding and squeezing and tickling every single ticklish spot they find?”

“Ohoho.” Roman evil laughed. “Tickle spots? My Dear Imbalanced Romance, our pipsqueak here doesn’t have any tickle spots. He IS a tickle spot. Ah! I can almost hear his hysteric high-pitched squeaks and giggles! Such an adorable, beautiful, cute melody to my ears. Actually, I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop, Virgil. It’s just all too beautiful and intoxicating, you know?”

“Mm hm,” The other seemed to stop to think. Patton felt like he was going to melt at any moment. “Well, we could always just keep going forever.”

“Of course!” Roman again ignored the slight trembling of the cat lover’s chest, probably due all the giggles trapped there. “Don’t you think it will be wonderful and oh, so, so fun, cutiepants? Receiving all the tickles and nuzzles and raspberries and tickle hugs and tickly butterfly kisses forever and ever and ever? ~” He sing-song the last part.

“But,” Logan almost jumped in the same place, not even realizing how much keyed up he was before Virgil’s breath attacked the back of his defenseless neck. Suddenly all his nerves were hype-aware that he couldn’t turn around or run or even rub away the tingles. Goosebumps ran freely across his spine. “Let’s not forget about our so sensitive nerd here too, right?”

“Sure. Sensitive.” If he didn’t know Roman for all these years, Logan would almost swear he was the Cheshire cat, his smirk almost blocking Patton who hugged himself behind him, giggling quietly. “Because the serious, smart, professional Logan would never be ticklish, right? That is such a childish thing and he definitely, definitely outgrow it for now.”

“Yup. I am sure that, if we slowly and thoroughly spider our fingers all the way up from his sides to his armpits, being sure to give each and every rib a special attention since we don’t want to let anyone feeling left out, there will be no reaction.”

“Absolutely! No reaction at all! Not even if we squeeze the hollows of his hips, or scribble on his already quivering tummy, or massage his shoulder blades or lightly, almost not touching, scratch his armpits… It will be all in vain since our birthday boy is not ticklish.”

“Which means: No wheezy, frantic laughter.”

“Or sputtering among his squeals.” 

“Or cute snorts. Don’t forget the snorts.”

“And what about when the snorts get mixed with his belly laughter?”

“Ohh, that is some good shit you have there.”

Logan was dying. He was fucking dying and the only thin line keeping him alive was his stubborn nature. He could already feel his barrier cracking and crumbling right before him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find both Lookers walking away back to the tunnels, not taking long before starting to count, this time out loud. The one with the, now freaking out, braincell began to snap his fingers non stop, trying to get away some of the built excited energy, some titters escaping from his lips during his happy stimming.

Roman and Virgil looked at each other and then the adorable scene right in front of them, deciding to have mercy and wait patiently for Logan and Patton – who yet didn’t stop giggling and hugging himself – to calm down.

(…)

One. Move.

And in the next second, they both were tackled on the ground.

“No, no, no!!! No!!” Patton was already giggling, trying to run from Roman’s firm hug, attacking with squeezes and scribbles in every spot he succeeded to research on the Looker as he also tried to escape from his friends’ hands attempting to hold him in the same place. “Wait, wait!” He cried, barely catching a glimpse of Logan’s trashing before an idea popped in his mind. “If we all gang up on Logan, I will tell about his secret tickle spot!!”

“Patton!!” Logan’s protest came out difficulty between his tight grin due his constant effort in trying to buckle Virgil from him, both struggling to immobilize the other and playfully rolling in the grass. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Pffft.” Roman said, a happy cry following his sentence when he finally managed to hold one of Patton’s hands, intertwining their fingers so the cat lover wouldn’t try to pry it away. “Nonsense, I know his tickle spots.”  

“Not all of them. ~”

“Patton, I am to going not figuratively end you. Get OFF, Virgil-”

“In your dreams.” He crackled. “Also, Patton, I’m listening.”

“Virgil! Don’t align with the enemy! And, of course I know all of them!”

“Even the one…”

“Patton, no! Stop!” Roman even if concentrated in tickling Patton’s knee so he could sit on his legs, got the slight tremble in Logan's voice, his curiosity one more time starting to take over his brain.

“Sorrey, sorrey, Lo! You know I love you but-”

“Patton, please.” Logan almost smiled as he fought his way to hug and trap Virgil from behind, but losing his balance as the other quickly turned and delivered a raspberry on his neck and quick squeezes on his left thigh. “dON’T!! I-I am going to bakeEEK - Fuck! - you a whole batch of cookies if you don’t tell them!”

Roman caught in the offer, his curiosity immediately perking up, answering in a bat:

“I’m going to tickle you both to pieces if you don’t tell us now.”

“Sorrey, Logan,” Patton tried to sound apologetic, but his excited smile made this task more difficult. “it’s you or me.”

“I’m going to tell them about your calves!” Logan threatened at the same time Patton said “It’s his lower back!”

“TRAITOR!” Both also shouted in synchrony. In a blink of eye Roman let Patton go and helped Virgil to make the most serious one of the group lay down on his stomach.

“I despise you all.” The aforementioned pronounced.

“Aww. Come on.” Virgil lowered, searching the other’s eyes, grinning. “Aren’t you enjoying the view?”

“400.000 years of evolution for humanity to become this. You all should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You know, talking like this makes me think you don’t want us to give you your so dearly craved birthday tickles, Pocket Protector!”

The three of them stared at the other, looking carefully for any slight indication that Logan was truly uncomfortable with the situation, receiving as response only a scoff, the blush painting his face as a whispered mumble flew from his mouth.

“You’re so cute!” Patton squealed, giving a light tickly kiss on the back of his neck, leading the attacked to suppress a small giggle which progressively got louder as the cat lover tickled his armpits, Roman and Virgil seeing unfazed by Logan’s squirming. “Okay, okay. You have to tickle his lower back but starting with reeeeeally slow scratches at his sides before speeding it to the fastest scribbling you can muster as you move to his spine!”

Logan hid his hot face behind his hands, the yelps and snorts already escaping between his fingers. He was, objectively, going to love every single second of this.

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mementos

✿ pairing: logan x mc

✿ word count: 3792

✿ warnings: cursing

✿ tags: @beccadavenport ; @agentsewell ; @agentdumortain ; @violinet ; @serafinedupont ; @messofakind ; @felix-hauville ; @troublemakerinspace ; @pixeljazzy ; @rodappreciationweek

✿ author’s note: a big thank you to @choicesarehard for gifting me this idea because lord knows i was stuck trying to come up with a fic idea for rodaw. action writing is hard, y’all. if you get confused just know i’ve never broken into a house so i have no clue what i’m doing :) (lmao or have i) (i have not)

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The sound of his boots slapping against the damp pavement reverberated off of the brick of the alleyways, his gasping breaths adding to the symphony that was his escape.

He grasped the short straps of the bookbag, yanking down towards the ground, tightening them. The lack of bouncing helped his momentum; he pumped his arms, using the newfound aerodynamics to increase his stride.

“Hey! Hey! You there, stop!” A voice called from behind him, but he could barely hear the cops over the thumps of his own heart, the steady bass in his ears that set the tempo of his gait.

He quickly side stepped, sliding into another alley, feet skidding expertly against the ground, before launching into a harder sprint to gear up for a leap.

He was in the air before they turned the corner, just narrowly avoiding the beam from the flashlight as he descended over the wooden fence. He was thankful for the parts of L.A. that didn’t make sense, like the hive of businesses over their tiny sliver of properties.

He kept running until he approached a nearby storm drain, inconspicuously tagged with two lines of blue spray paint, which to the normal person could look like a landmarker for construction workers, but for him was his starting point to his escape route.

Gripping the edge of the sidewalk, he angled himself inwards, turning on his stomach when he was halfway in so he could safely drop to the shallow murky water below. 

He held his breath, hearing the jingling of handcuffs and keys above him, the micro-stampede of heavy footsteps fading in and out as they passed the drain’s opening.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Logan ripped the ski mask from his head, freeing his thick locks, stray strands clinging to his face – and let out a triumphant, breathy laugh, echoing off of the concrete walls.

He did it. He’d pulled it off.

The greatest heist he’d ever orchestrated, all for the contents of her bookbag.

----

“I’m chilly.”

“Really? It’s pretty warm out right now,” he said, draping an arm around her shoulders as soon as the car came to a halt at the stoplight.

“You know I’m cold natured, Logan,” she pursed her lips, leaning into his embrace.

“You want my work shirt? I just washed it.” He reached back, feeling for the fabric underneath his fingertips. “It smells like me, and I know you love that shit.”

“It’s a little too thin for my liking. I’m sorry,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. “I just don’t like bothering anyone with my complaining when I could just slip a jacket on.”

“Hey, don’t apologize for not being comfortable, baby,” he kissed her hair, murmuring into the crown of her head.

She reached over to turn the air off, and soon enough the dry warmth of L.A. crept into the periphery of the front seats.

“I just really wish I had my stuff, you know? I don’t really feel normal with just the clothes off my back and whatever I can bum from Mona and Xi and you,” she motioned at the plain white tee she’d stolen from Logan’s drawer full of them, and her jeans she’d ran away in.

“You know, I left my textbooks, my homework, my calculator – God, my whole bookbag –” She squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in a sharp breath. “My Langston sweatshirt…” She covered her eyes with her hands, leaning onto her knees.

When she sniffled, his chest twinged. “Aw, Raquel…”

“No, no, I’m okay I’m just… still a little sad about it. I’ll be fine,” she leaned back, quickly wiping her wet eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry. I’m just attached, you know?”

“Hey… stop that,” he said, reaching over to gently take her hand in his, lacing their hands together, resting them on the central console behind the gearshift. “Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Not to you…” She sighed again. She left it at that for a while, letting the melodic rumble of the engine fill the air, a comfortable silence settling between them.

“I could go get that stuff for you.”

“Logan, no, I don’t want you spending any of your hard-earned money on me –”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Her eyes widened. “Hell no. I could never ask you to do that for me.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering,” he smirked, winking.

“Well, I’m not accepting.”

“And?” He egged her on, smirk fully intact.

She rolled her eyes. “And – you could get hurt. And I’m not okay with that. My dad isn’t exactly the most forgiving right now, if you couldn’t tell.”

He slowed to a crawl, tapping the garage door opener clipped to the sun visor, waiting for the door to slide open. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve done this type of shit before.”

“Yeah, you’ve done higher risk stuff than this, but this is different, and you know it.”

He expertly reversed parked into the tight spot, leaning back, bracing his arm on the headrest of the passenger seat, one hand on the wheel to guide the car into place.

When she looked up, his face was nearly touching her own, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the vein on his bicep, trailing upwards to the sharp angle of his jaw, settling on the smug look that seemed almost permanent. “You like what you see?”

Before she could answer with a quip of her own, he’d put the car into park and grasped her face between his rough hands, kissing her with enough delicate passion to make her head spin.

“So that’s settled. I’ll get it tonight,” he purred against her neck, lightly nipping the spot that made her toes curl.

“Yeah sure, whatever…” she sighed, a near moan slipping out as she trailed off.

He pulled back, winking. “That’s what I thought.”

----

“Right here. Put it in park,” he said, looking out the window.

He hopped out of the car, tagging the concrete with two lines. When he slid back into the passenger seat, she eyed him. “Just tagging the drain so I know where to go in.”

“Are you sure about this, Lo? Really sure?” She gripped the wheel, knuckles white. “I don’t have to spell out how badly this could end, do I?”

“Yeah. It’s my risk to take.” He leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Anything for my girl.”

----

She checked the burner phone again, nervously bouncing her leg, her knee knocking against the wheel.

Logan was supposed to call twenty minutes ago. He said if he didn’t show up within the hour, to just leave him and call Xi. He was adamant on avoiding telling Teppei at all costs.

She tapped out a frantic text to the only number in the phone, but immediately decided against it, flipping it closed and tossing it into the passenger seat so she wouldn’t be tempted to check the time again.

She opened up her glove compartment, browsing the few CD’s she’d tossed in haphazardly, grateful for them, as archaic as they were.

She popped a random disc into the slot, and flicked the volume button on her steering wheel until she was distracted enough by the rhythmic bass flowing out of the speakers, her heart nearly in time with the upbeat tempo.

No matter how many times Logan put himself in danger, she couldn’t get used to the death grip her anxiety had on her stomach, her chest, her throat.

She focused on bobbing her leg to the drums, evening her pulse out to the lyrics, and breathing in and out each stanza, each verse bringing her closer to a steady heartbeat.

----

He adjusted the makeshift mask on his face, thankful he could at least breathe through the narrow slit he’d cut for his mouth.

He’d snagged one of Toby’s plain black beanies, and DIY-ed the hell out of it. No sense in spending the money on for a one-time use, he thought.

A ski mask was cliche as hell, and would definitely cut down on his total time to finish the job (because who wasn’t going to call the cops when they saw a sketchy guy in a mask) but it was gonna be much harder for them to identify a suspect with no identifiable tattoos in a plain white tee than if his chiseled face and silky hair were on display for the whole neighborhood to see.

Patting his pockets to make sure his lockpick, burner, and knife were there, he approached the house. He slipped his leather gloves on, eyes darting across the street. He watched for movement, for any sign of life, despite it being the dead of night.

There was no doubt that the suburb had a neighborhood watch program. If a cop felt safe living there, it was a tight ship.

Breaking into a cop’s house was the stupidest idea Logan had conceived, next to lying to Raquel about… everything.

He’d started off stringing her along (he’d never forgive himself for not appreciating her sooner), but her sincerity and tenacity made him cave the more and more time he spent with her.

She was everything he wanted to be – and everything he wanted for himself.

So when he had to break the illusion and tell her the truth, the guilt ate him alive. He promised himself that he would do anything to make it up to her, no matter how crazy it was.

He’d tested her loyalty, and she was fiercely devoted through it all, despite never owing him a damn thing in the first place. And that scared him. As much as he liked her, he was slightly on edge all of the time. In truth, he was waiting for her to bolt when things got bad, like anyone else would, including him.

He wanted to prove to her that there were reasons to stay – if one of those reasons was a sweatshirt, he was going to do everything in his power to get it back.

There were no cars in the driveway, as Raquel had predicted. He always worked a night shift on Thursday nights so he could grab her breakfast on the way home before she left for school.

She smiled sadly when she told him, and it cut deeper knowing he’d brought her into his world and ripped those precious moments away from her.

He crept up the edge of the driveway, thankful that the nearest lamppost was nearly out, flickering an orange tinted light that barely touched the Olvera’s lawn.

He sprinted to the side of the house, inching along as he tried to recall the blueprint she’d scribbled out for him.

----

“There’s two bedrooms. One right next to the kitchen – that’s dad’s – and one down the hallway. That’s mine,” Raquel said, sketching out the layout of her house on a scrap of paper. “My window faces the backyard, so if you can make it back there, it should be easy to get in.”

He peppered kisses across the back of her neck from behind her, an arm gripping her waist. “Lo, I can’t concentrate if you’re kissing me like that,” she breathed, clicking the pen shut, dropping it on the table.

“Ah, we’ve got time. Don’t worry about it,” he murmured against her earlobe, eliciting a shudder from her, watching the goosebumps raise on the skin of her arms. He never got tired of making her body react to his touch.

“No, we have to get it right. You have to take this seriously,” she turned in his grip, planting her hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to hold her searing gaze. “Please promise me you’re gonna bail if you think it’s unsafe.”

“I promise,” he leaned in, sealing it with a kiss.

----

He approached the short fence, using one arm to prop himself up, and a leg against the wall to push himself over. Once his feet hit the grass, he did a quick sweep of the perimeter, looking for a censor, a trip wire, a laser – anything.

The backyard was bare, the only indication of use being the rusty gas grill with a broken wheel in the middle of the yard, a tarp haphazardly covering half of it.

He took a few cautious steps forward, his boots crunching the dry grass.

Damn the L.A. drought, he thought, attempting to tiptoe.

He reached a dip in the brick wall, realizing that the patio and back door were right next to him. He dared taking a peep, thankful there wasn’t any activity in the house from where he was.

Just to be safe, he crouched, crawling on his stomach until he reached the other side of the small patio. His heart rate sped up the closer he got to her window, so when he recognized her window (undoubtedly hers, because he spotted her lavender curtains), his pulse was quick.

He dug his fingers under the sill, gently pulling to see if it’d budge – and it did.

He wasn’t used to jobs going this smoothly. As young as he was, he wasn’t naive. He was anticipating something bad happening, so he let that anxiety fuel his edge to make sure he didn’t lose sight of his goal.

He tugged the window up, thankful that it didn’t creak. He slipped his boots off, leaving them in the sill in case it fell shut, shuffling across the floor, his sock-clad feet virtually silent.

He noticed her sweatshirt right away, slung haphazardly across the back of her desk chair, clearly her go-to comfort since its place was at her study haven.

He saw her backpack second, neatly hung on the edge of her bed, zippers zipped all on the same side, not even so much as a pop tart wrapper in her drink pocket.

Lastly, he surveyed her desk, which made his face contort in regret, an empathetic grimace underneath his mask.

She’d left a textbook open, her pencil bag unzipped, her highlighters scattered across the desk – she’d been interrupted when she left. She was studying, trying to maintain her Valedictorian status, hopefully to get scholarships for Langston, and he’d ripped it away from her.

All because of her entanglement with him.

He started by packing up her writing tools with care, as well as her textbooks, placing them delicately into her bookbag, partially because he wanted to be quiet, but also because he didn’t want to fuck anything up more than he already had.

He went back to grab her calculator, eyes flitting to the framed picture next to her lamp. It was Raquel and a woman he presumed was her mom. They were grinning from cheek to cheek, faces pressed against each other, her arm wrapped around her mother’s neck.

Her eyes were bright, her smile even brighter. And she looked just like her mom, so much that it hurt him to look at Mrs. Olvera, knowing vaguely of her fate.

He knew it was a bad idea, but he did it anyway. He flicked the knobs on the back of the frame, slipping the photo out, gently placing it between the cover and the first page of her Calculus textbook.

He folded the sweatshirt neatly, tucking it into the backpack, before zipping it closed. He dropped it out of the window and onto the grass, before sticking one foot out, ducking underneath the sill, almost all the way on the other side.

He miscalculated, landing on the outer edge of his foot instead of the ball of his foot, his ankle buckling ever so slightly. His back bumped up against his boots, which were still in the frame of the window, and they both fell, the thud echoing in the still house.

He grabbed them quickly, not thinking anything of it, until he saw a stream of light, presumably from the hall, streak across the carpet.

Mr. Olvera was home.

Logan’s heart was deafening in his ears. He laced his boots in a frenzy, slinging the backpack over his back, inching towards the side of the house closest to him.

He tried maneuvering over the fence the same way he did when he came in, but his hands were so uncharacteristically shaky, that he slipped, banging his knee against the wood, clambering over loudly.

As soon as his feet hit the grass, he was running.

At this point, he knew that someone had called the cops. Probably Mr. Olvera. But he wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

He practically glided through the wind, using each desperate step to launch himself forward as he pumped his arms to go as fast as humanly possible.

The bookbag flopped against his back, the textbooks heavy, but he couldn’t focus on anything except sprinting out of the neighborhood.

He turned the corner onto the main road of the suburb, his muscles screaming out for him to slow down, but the ache only fueled him to go faster.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! You’re so fucking close, you just have to make it to the storm drain, he thought, chanting his game plan to motivate himself to push through his exhaustion.

He passed the entrance sign to the suburbs, thankful that he was nearing the part of the city he’d planned to use as his escape.

He sprinted towards the brick buildings, panting heavily, the material of his makeshift mask sticking to his skin, sweating profusely through the fabric.

Just as he reached up, ready to rip off the mask for some relief, he heard a siren, the blue and red lights reflecting off the pavement in front of him.

“Oh shit –” he gasped, when he realized that another cop car was approaching, trying to trap him.

----

Raquel tapped her fingers against the wheel, adjusted the rearview mirror, checked her phone, and then switched the song – like clockwork. She was trying to keep herself preoccupied so that she wouldn’t fixate on the time, each passing minute building on the dread that weighed down her stomach. Each minute was like another pound, and she was already feeling so anchored that she could barely stand it.

“Call Xi. Post bail. Hide out till Teppei calms down,” she whispered to herself over and over, the definite plans the only thing anchoring her.

After she repeated that until the words didn’t sound real, she flipped her phone open, and typed Ximena’s number from memory. It was her burner’s number, so it was crucial that Raquel have it memorized.

499–1304. 499–1304. 499–1304.

She wasn’t sure how long she could rhythmically tap out the digits to the beat of the song without going insane.

Minutes later, after she’d started trying to memorize the lyrics to a song she’d never heard before, the flip phone vibrated against the dashboard.

She answered on the first ring. She wanted so desperately to call his name out, to make sure it was him, but he told her that under no circumstances should they give away personal information, especially their names.

“I got it. Meet me in five,” he panted heavily, his voice echoing and sounding distant, like he was in another room.

As soon as he hung up, she gunned it towards the second storm drain he’d tagged for her. When she saw the two lines followed by a heart, relief flooded over her.

----

Ten minutes later, she watched as her school backpack was flung out of the crack and into the middle of the street; Logan’s body followed soon after, his arms straining with effort to pull himself out.

Once he stood up, he made a final sprint towards the car, faintly staggering as he struggled to open up the passenger’s door.

He fell inside, gasping, “Go, go, go!” and she floored it, not speaking until they were a safe distance from the scene of the crime.

She parked underneath an old bridge closeby the garage. She couldn’t stand not speaking to him – she had to know if he was okay.

But as soon as her hand was off of the gearshift, his hands were on her, his gloves abandoned on the floor mat of the passenger’s seat, his clammy palms gripping her jaw as he kissed her deeply.

Any questions she had evaporated, her skin warming underneath his touch. She hummed contentedly, tasting the salt on his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his damp hair.

He smiled against her mouth, pressing a tender kiss to her parted lips before pulling back to look at her. “Sorry, I took so long, baby.”

He kept his left hand on her face, the other reaching back to grab the bookbag. “I grabbed your textbooks, and your pencil case, and your sweatshirt… and something else.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh god, Logan, what did you take –”

“Nothing bad. Don’t worry.” His smile was soft, hinting at sheepish. He pulled out the Calculus textbook, handing it to her. “Open it. It should be at the very front.”

She did as he said, creaking open the old book. Her chin dimpled, her bottom lip shaking. “Lo…” she whispered, raising the photo by its corners.

“I figured, if your sweatshirt reminded you of your dad, you’d need something for Mrs. Olvera, too,” he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, catching a stray tear on the tip of it.

She put the photo back into its place at the front of the textbook, and thrust herself across the center console and into his arms, murmuring incoherent thank-yous in between sobs.

Even if it wasn’t enough in the grand scheme of things, it was enough to keep Raquel there with him longer. It bought him precious time with her that he might not have gotten otherwise.

He gripped her tightly, letting her cry, his guilt satiated by the sweet nothings she whispered into his ear. Regardless of his covetous feelings towards parents, Logan felt a level of love and gratitude from Raquel in that moment that made him nearly forget the list of things he’d made a habit of wishing for.

He had what he needed right in front of him. And he’d sacrifice anything – risk it all – to keep it that way.

“Anything for my girl.”

----

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x02 A Bitter Draught

No! you can’t call it operation cobra part 2! Operation cobra is reserved for my precious season 1! 

How did Hyde get them all in the dirigible if they didn’t wanna be there? 

Why does Emma have her hair tied up so much this season? Isn’t having the hair tied up supposed to symbolise restriction? 

It’s kinda sad that no one seemed to give a single damn about Belle while she was under a sleeping curse. And what’s worse is if the situation was switched she would probably do anything to help them.

I remember they advertised this season as similar to season 1, in that they would focus on the backstories of fairy tale characters. But what they seemed to forget was that those characters were recurring. We saw those characters (Archie, Cinderella, Pinnochio etc.) again, equipped with the knowledge of their backstories. We never see any characters introduced in this episode again. I would have much preferred an Archie or Granny backstory episode. The only episode that hit the season 1 feels, I think, was ‘The Other Shoe’, which I really liked. Just wish they’d focussed more on recurring characters rather than one-off characters. I also kinda wish they’d stuck to fairy tale characters, though I’ll make the exception for Zelena, Jekyll & Hyde.

Imagine spending your entire life seeking revenge. Goodness gracious, that can’t be healthy.

Henry: “What if he’s Dracula? Oh, wait it’s daytime.” God bless Henry. He’s adorable and also Dracula in Storybrooke would have been freaking great! If they can have Frankenstein why not?

Maybe it’s just the vegetarian in me, but monte cristo sandwiches sound disgusting.

Therapy sessions with Archie! Yesss!

Okay, but why is his furniture so tiny??? Is it because he was a cricket?

God, I missed Archie! I love him so much!

If there’s one thing this season did right, it was normalizing therapy. It actually helped me gain the confidence to go to much-needed therapy for the first time. Actually, maybe it will convince me again because I keep having dreams about having therapy sessions, so maybe my brain is telling me I need to go back.

Oh no! Emma, don’t walk out on therapy, girl! 

Another village destroyed. Oh dear. Oh, at least everyone fled!

Another problem at the town line! Has it ever been completely safe to cross? As soon as it is I bet half the town would leave.

Not sure I’d be as forgiving as Belle if someone punched me in the face and shot me. But ah well, power to her. 

It’s probably not the best idea to tell someone you’ve hurt that “yeah, your forgiveness is cool, but I must forgive myself for myself.” It just comes off as a bit self-centred, but at least he’s finally genuinely apologised. And I’m not saying the act of self-forgiveness is wrong. I think it’s very healthy but telling a victim that you are gonna forgive yourself for the terrible things you’ve done to them seems a little insensitive. 

Oh! It’s the same spell Regina used with the first curse to keep people from leaving Storybrooke. But didn’t that spell just cause bad things to happen to anyone who tried to leave? If they tried, would they have crashed into the invisible wall like the Charming family just did? 

The Evil Queen could sword fight all along? And kills the people she’s training with?!

For some reason the Evil Queen in this episode just isn’t nearly as threatening as she usually is. Comparing her flashback interactions in this episode with those of past episodes she’s a lot more jovial and less consumed by pain, less dangerous. She was so frightening before but not anymore. Maybe because we’ve learnt so much about her and her motivations.

Now the Split Queen is just completely a different character. It had to have been done on purpose! She is not the Evil Queen we’ve known throughout the seasons. And I think it’s because, like I said in the previous recap, she is what Regina imagines her evil half to be, not her actual evil-side split off.

No, no, no! Please, I can’t! Please stop doing that with Rumple, Split Queen. It just feels so wrong to me!

What is that coin anyway? I’ve completely forgotten.

Oh yeah. It’s something to do with David, I think. Not sure how the EQ would have known about what happened to his father, unless King George told her.

Wow! This is amazing though! I think this is the first time we see Regina show remorse! Love it!

Yes! Snowing fight scene! So cool! 

Ow! Oh no! Wake up, guys!!

How’d Rumple get the key to the Land of Untold Stories?

I don’t think people can fight against the order they’ve been given when someone is controlling their heart. I don’t think there’s ever been evidence of that, Regina.

Wow! Regina is so sorry for what happened to Charlotte. This is great development!

Regina’s so sorry. I can’t get over this character growth!

Split Queen: “Yes! That’s the Regina I remember. We do like it rough, don’t we?” What the actual f**k?! Is she coming onto herself?! Like really overtly?! It’s not even subtext! The way she’s looking at herself omg x’D! And Regina looks disturbed but is probably also into it lmao!

I hate that dance the Split Queen just did with a burning vengeance!! Even with the headcanon that it is how Regina sees her evil half, it is just so unlike the EQ, it’s ridiculous.

I wonder how Rumple got the coin.

Auntie split Regina!

Well, at least we get Wicked Queen in some form. I mean, now Zelena has two sisters. Wonder if they visited her after the realms were united.

Emma Swan would never wear that top. It makes me so angry! Grrrr!

Well, I mean, there were quite a few people who weren’t in the vision. Does she mean Split Queen or actually Regina?

[meganshinsou-tm]

Crimson|Ink. (m)

↳ chapter one: doomed

❧ genre:  tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

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❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

❧ chapter song:  Doomed by Bring Me the Horizon

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Your fingers wrapped around the car key in the ignition, slowly turning it and killing the engine. Leaning forwards, you took a closer look at the outside of the tattoo shop you arrived at. It looked clean and modern, white letters in a sharp font spelled out the shop name on the glass. 

'HERO|INK'

Quirking a brow you couldn't tell if the owners were being clever and using a play on words for 'heroic' or if 'hero ink' was what they were going for. Either way, you shrugged your shoulders and figured it'd be a good topic for small talk during your tattoo session. 

Before exiting your vehicle, your eyes scanned the road you were parked on to make sure no cars were coming. Seeing that it was safe, you wrapped your scarf tightly around your neck, nuzzled into your coat and opened the door, taking off into the freezing cold air. The chilly wind and fleeting snow made your eyes screw shut and bones rattle as you ran to the door of the shop.

Once inside you leaned back against the door, underneath it’s ringing bell that signaled your arrival and took a breath from the brief jog. The temperature inside the shop was extremely warm and cozy, making you hum while shaking off the snow flakes from your hair. 

Looking around you were in awe at how well designed and laid out the shop was. You've been in plenty of tattoo shops with your past friends and lover, none of them were even close to how nice this place was. It was pristine, sharp and sleek. Art work was framed and hung from the walls, along with traditional Japanese oni masks. The floors were wood and shiny, the front counter was matte black. The tattoo stations were no where in sight, leading you to believe that they were in the back away from the public.

While looking around and unwrapping your scarf, quick footsteps could be heard from a walkway behind the counter. You looked and smiled when a black-haired male popped up, he gave you a triangular smile in return. He wore a black beanie and had his ears gauged. Black ink in a geometric design with a lotus covered his throat and went further down under the collar of his raglan shirt. Both of his arms were sleeved out, they seemed to have the same theme of geometric patterns along with bold sharp flowers. Looking further you noticed just how massive his elbows were, they were really awkward looking and unconsciously you made a not so cute face. 

A warm chuckle made your eyes tear away from the mans elbows and you blushed with embarrassment.

"I – I'm so sorry for staring."

"Nah, it's normal I have weird elbows. It's just because of my quirk," he smiled.

Before you could ask what his quirk was, he bent one of his elbows and aimed it at you. Suddenly a ribbon of white shot out from it and wrapped around your waist. You gasped when the material retracted and pulled you closer to the front counter that he stood behind. You couldn't help but laugh from the demonstration and clapped when he released you and bowed.

"It's tape, comes in handy for a few things I guess. I'm Sero by the way."

You nodded and took the hand he held out for you to shake, "It looks practical, I'm (Y/N)."

Sero raised his eyebrows and went to the computer monitor at the end of the counter. He smiled and snapped his fingers before looking at you.

"You're here for an appointment,"  he replied and looked at the clock on the wall only to chuckle, "You're five minutes early, we usually never have customers arrive early."

"Yeah, I've never been late for anything in my life honestly, it's just a pet peeve of mine."

Sero breathed out a warm laugh and walked out from behind the counter, his arm motioning you over to a high table that sat against a wall. He pulled out the stool for you and couldn't help but offer his hand when he noticed that the seat was a little too high off the ground.

"Sorry, we usually have massive guys come in here. Rarely do we ever have many females."

You smiled and mentioned it wasn't a problem and thanked him for his help. 

Sero took a seat next to you on the opposite stool after he grabbed a sketch pad and pencil from the counter. The two of you went over the idea you had in mind for your tattoo. As you explained the image, Sero's hand worked at sketching up a general idea of it. What you described was very minimalistic. 

A plain ocean wave, curling in on itself, no shading involved just line work. You also added lyrics that curved around the wave perfectly. Once Sero finished he looked it over and smirked.

"It's simple and really easy, but I can tell you have a reason for this just from the lyrics. It's always nice to have someone come in wanting a piece that holds sentimental value behind it. It makes what we do that much more important."

You smiled and nodded but didn't care to elaborate any further on your meaning. 

Sero nodded himself, quickly figuring out that you didn't want the topic to go any further, to which he was perfectly fine with. He briefly excused himself for a moment and disappeared back behind the counter. You waited silently and watched the busy street outside until Sero came back in a short amount of time and rubbed his hands together as he approached you.

"Alright, where are you wanting to put this?"

You blushed slightly and lifted your arm, placing your hand on the patch of skin on your ribs that started behind the cup of your bra. 

"Here."

Sero raised a brow and nodded, "Okay, that's perfectly fine. You are prepared to remove your shirt and bra for it right? Also, your placement choice may be just a tad bit more painful than other spots."

Nodding, you lowered your arm. "I'm fine with all of that. Pain is of no issue, I have a healing quirk."

Sero chuckled and crossed his hands behind his head, "Well shit then, this should be a piece of cake for you! Your artist is finishing up on one of our guys right now, so we'll go ahead and get your paperwork done."

Quickly, he went to the computer behind the desk and printed up a few forms and jogged back over to you and placed them on the table with a pen. Clearing his throat he rubbed the side of his neck.

"You are older than 18 right? It's just something we have to ask."

You giggled, which seemed to reassure Sero, "Yeah, I'm 22 actually. I know, I don't really look it."

Sero agreed and went over the paperwork with you, it was just simple stuff such as you agreeing and consenting to the tattoo, accepting that a tattoo is indeed like an open wound and is susceptible to infections if not taken care of. The paper also asked that you inform them of any allergies to latex, ink, and other things that would come into contact with your skin. After filling out your paperwork, Sero gathered it and placed it in a file behind the counter and motioned you over behind it and to follow him down a hall. 

There were three doors all on the same side, two were closed and one was open, the sounds of buzzing and low-volume music could be heard the closer you got.

"Hey Kiri, Denks, this is (Y/N)," Sero said as you both hung around the door frame.

You peeked in to see a yellow-haired male, he was shirtless and random tattoos littered his skin as he laid out on a tattoo chair with an arm wrapped around the back of it. One of his nipples were pierced and a ring with a lightning bolt charm hung from it. His golden eyes flickered up to you and they sparkled when he smiled wide and shifted in his chair.

"Goddammit Denki, stay still, I do have a needle to your skin!"

A raspy voice caught your attention and made you look to the male who was hunched over with his back to you, tattooing Denki. 

He wore a black muscle shirt; the sides ripped open all the way down to his waist and showcasing the hard-muscled body beneath the fabric. Both of his arms were covered in traditional Japanese tattoos and a thick black headband had his bright red spiky locks held back, not that they looked like they were going anywhere from how hard and sharp they were.

"Sorry, you know how excited I get when there's a pretty girl around," Denki teased and winked at you.

You couldn't help but blush and smile, only boosting the males ego even more.

Sero moved to stand by Denki and shook his head at the tattoo being placed on his rib cage. "Denki, I really don't understand you sometimes man."

You walked over to look for yourself and covered your mouth trying to hide a chuckle. For some reason this man was getting a tattoo of a hand making an upside down 'ok' symbol. 

The red-head glanced at you from the side, deep red eyes looking at you for the first time and quirked a dark brow. You looked back with a smile only to have one of his eyes narrow before he went back to tattooing. You frowned and nervously rubbed your neck.

"Maybe he's just in the zone," you thought.

"So, to what do we owe the pleasure of having such an angelic face enter our shop," Denki asked, batting his exceptionally long lashes at you.

"You mean our shop," Sero corrected and flicked the golden boys forehead as he motioned from himself and Kiri.

He whined and stuck out a pierced tongue making you lightly chuckle and cross your arms while watching the red-head tattoo.

"Well obviously I'm getting a tattoo."

Sero snorted at your straight-forward answer and patted Denki's shoulder.

"Yeah, a tattoo that she's paying for, so hurry it up Red."

Kiri waved off his friend and mumbled incoherently as Sero walked out after giving your shoulder a squeeze and flashing you a reassuring smile. You smiled back and thanked him while removing your coat and sat down in one of the free chairs as you waited for your artist to finish. 

You jumped when you caught Denki staring at you all starry eyed. Your brows knitted, a nervous chuckle rolling off your lips.

"You got a man cuteness?"

Kiri's eyes flashed from his task and to you for a brief second before looking back down and smirking. You suppressed the shiver that threatened to run down your spine from the look his piercing red eyes gave. Shaking it off you looked at Denki and shook your head.

"Uh – no. I just recently moved here actually, so I don't know anyone."

Denki excitedly shifted in his seat, digging something out of his pants and making the red-head growl at him. Suddenly, a phone was tossed your way, fortunately you had quick reflexes and caught the device, giving the yellow-haired man a look.

"You can know me, put your number in there, we should totally go out sometime, I'll make sure you have fun!"

You looked at the phone in your hands and hesitated from being put on the spot so quickly. "Uhh, I don't –"

"Just do it so he'll shut up and I can finish this," Kiri demanded with an annoyed voice.

Denki glared at his friend and pushed his shoulder with his palm, "Hey man what's up your ass!"

"Nothing, I just hate wasting time. I have other things I need to do after all of this shit."

You rolled your eyes, already getting sick of the sour attitude this guy was having so far. Without wasting anymore time you unlocked Denki's phone and went straight to entering your contact information. 

He seemed pretty harmless and actually funny, so what would it hurt to make a new friend. Getting up from your seat, you walked over and handed the phone back to Denki with a smile. 

Once turned around and walking back to your seat, both of the men stole quick glances before you turned back around to sit. Kiri cleared his throat when your (e/c) eyes looked at him and your tongue briefly wet your lips. You bit on the end of it as you quirked a brow at him. He raised his own eyebrow and subtly shook his head, going back to the tattoo. 

Denki went to typing away on his phone, seconds later your own phone went off and you fished it out from your bag on the floor.

You opened it to a text from an unknown number that read, 'Just making sure you didn't give me a bogus number' .

Looking up at Denki, who was once again smiling at you made you quietly giggle. After saving his information you spent the next ten minutes browsing random apps to make the time go by. When the buzzing of the tattoo machine finally stopped you looked up to see Kiri place it on the tray next to him and sigh.

He wiped the ink clean with some tattoo soap and a napkin then nudged Denki's leg as if to say he was finished. Denki smiled and hopped off the chair and walked over to the mirror to check out his comical piece of ink. He turned to you and raised a brow. You were able to fully take in his other tattoos which were all literally random and had no cohesive theme to them. It was a mess really.

"What do you think cutie?"

You smiled and chuckled, brushing back a lock of hair. Unaware of the red eyes watching the small movement with interest. 

"I have a feeling it really suits you."

Kiri yawned in the background and leaned his head to the side, cracking the bones in it and sighing. He stood from his stool and stretched his arms above his head, your eyes widened as you realized just how massive this guy was. There wasn't a single ounce of fat on him, everything was hard tattooed muscle. You swallowed harshly, admitting to yourself that he was definitely attractive, almost too attractive!

"So, virgin skin huh?"

Your eyes blinked and looked over to see Denki crouched down next to you, it made you jump a little and he chuckled. 

"Excuse me," you asked with a smirk.

"I don't see any sort of marks on you, no other tattoos, not even any scars. Even people who live somewhat normal lives have some sort of scars, what are you like some princess that was sheltered from the world?"

Kiri shook his head and tossed an empty ink cup at Denki, "Why can't you mind your own business man."

You shook your head at both men and assured them it was okay. 

"Uh – first off, no I'm not a princess. I've had my fair share of scrapes and scratches, but they don't last long because I have a healing quirk. It's not much but –"

"Shit really? So you could heal my tattoo like right now and I wouldn't have to wait two weeks to go swimming?"

You laughed and placed a hand on Denki's cheek, Kiri looked at you with a raised brow and narrowed his eyes, something foreign and totally fucking stupid bubbling up inside of him at the scene before him. Denki however was over the moon and grabbed your hand.

"You do know it's like freezing balls outside right, you can't go swimming!"

"Of course I can cutie, there are such a thing as indoor pools, hot springs!"

"Ah," you remembered and shook your head, "you have a point I guess. But yeah, I could heal you, its small enough."

Denki stood up eagerly and pulled up his shirt, giving you the side of him with the fresh tattoo. He kindly and desperately pleaded to see your quirk in action. It made you laugh, he was too cute for his own good.

With a smile, you placed a hand on his skin. Denki flinched slightly from the feel of your cold fingertips, you apologized softly, earning a bright smile from him.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and cleared your mind, a small buzzing at the back of your skull thrumming as your quirk activated. A dim glow illuminated under your hand quickly before disappearing. 

Kiri watched on closely as he set up fresh tools, his machine and ink for your tattoo. When you pulled your hand away Denki looked down and felt at the patch of skin. It was no longer warm and raised, it felt as if the tattoo had been healed for months.

"Damn sweetheart, you know you'd come in handy around here," Denki complimented with a devious look in his friends direction.

Kiri glared at the golden boy as if he had said something out of line. Denki cleared his throat and lowered his shirt back down but you smiled at him and he instantly perked back up.

"Well, I should be heading off and letting you get to it Red, thanks again. I'll be back later tonight," Denki walked over and gave his friend a half-hug and grabbed his coat from a hook on the wall. 

He sauntered over to you, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips to place a kiss to it. You couldn't help but laugh at how unashamed he was, you were really starting to like this guy.

"It was such a pleasure to meet you gorgeous, this definitely won't be our last time seeing each other. I'll hit you up later, maybe we can go for a bite to eat sometime."

You nodded and waved as Denki made his way out of the room. 

The moment he was gone the atmosphere suddenly lost all of it's lightheartedness and you were now alone with the not so charming red-head.

You looked to see him standing at the small desk that sat in a corner of the room, the sound of a printer could be heard and his muscular fingers took the sheet that exited from the machine. His free hand scratched at the back of his neck, body turning around and walking back to the tattoo chair to place the sheet on the leather of it. 

He smirked and looked at you finally where you stood there almost glaring at each other.

"Alright little one, strip."

[prisonrose]

Memories of Mr. K

Just an FYI, this is going to be a highly personal post that’s going to be a bit of a bummer. Feel free to skip if you’re not into that. But I figured I’d let you guys know the reasoning behind my abrupt hiatus at a time when I was just trying to get a bit more activity going.

What can I say. 2020 Gonna 2020.

So I found out a few weeks ago that my “ex stepdad” died. Meaning the man my mom married after my biological dad but before the guy she’s currently married to. For all intents and purposes, Mr. K was the man that raised me. But my feelings around his passing has been all sorts of complicated.

I most definitely owe the guy a lot. He definitely wasn’t perfect, but he taught me a lot. Mostly, he taught me how to communicate better. Growing up, I was an extremely shy kid -- the type who’d cry if they had to order their own pizza over the phone. In many ways, I’m still that sort of person. Phone conversations terrify me, to the point where it has literally cost me thousands of dollars. But talking to strangers is one thing. The problem was that I couldn’t even clearly communicate with the people I was close to.

Everything in my mind was a confusing jumble, and even though I was creative and really wanted to write stories from like... the 5th grade on, they were often so convoluted, no one could follow them. If I didn’t have Mr. K in my life, it’s quite possible I would have just given up. But he was a great speaker, and gave me the tools I needed to be able to get people to understand what I mean. A lot of him shows through in my writing and personality, especially my sense of humor. He was a super funny guy. 

I didn’t start out loving him. As a really immature child, I thought that there was some semblance of a chance my biological dad might come back. I blame all those movies in Hollywood, lol. But my dad was never going to take responsibility. We talked afterwards occasionally, but he was more like a buddy than a real parental figure. And now I don’t really talk about him that much, either.

Mr. K was the first real (and probably the only) father figure I had in my life. By the time my mom told me they were divorcing when I was a senior in high school, it pretty much destroyed me and prompted the biggest and most severe depressive episode of my life. It very nearly killed me, though I’m definitely glad I was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

In the first year or so, I tried desperately to keep my relationship with the man that raised me, and for a few months, he was receptive. But eventually, he just kind of drifted out of my life and stopped responding to my texts and calls. So, message taken. To this day I don’t know if he was serious about wanting to continue having a relationship with me at all, or if it was just a ruse to try to get close to my mom again. I guess I’ll never know for sure now.

And that’s the thing that frustrates and infuriates me the most about his death. I was extremely upset when he decided to cut me out of his life, but I always wanted to make up with him again. I wanted us to square away our differences, and even if he never got to be “dad” to me again, we’d still be able to talk. Kind of like my biological dad is for me now.

But he didn’t even try. He reached out to my mom several times over the years, trying to talk to her again, even once she was already remarried. In fact, he reached out to her again during New Year’s on THIS year. Thanking her for her “10 years of service” as his wife, or some bull. REALLY???

On one hand, if those are the types of messages I could look forward to with my continued relationship with him, maybe I was just better off without him from the start. But part of me wonders if that was him trying to make things “right” before he died. Apparently he thought it was more important to make amends with the woman who barely even tolerated him as opposed to the kid that grew up relying on his guidance for a decade. So that feels. Great to think about.

In the end, I don’t know what killed him. Maybe he really was sick when he sent Mom that message. Or maybe he was just being a creep (since it wasn’t unheard of for him to send her shit, completely unsolicited in the past) and the ‘Rona got him. That’s something I COULD find out if I wanted to, but I chose to not even get invested in finding out. Literally all it would do is make me more depressed if I found out it was an answer I didn’t like. I still don’t even know for sure WHEN he died. I found out sometime about a month ago, but apparently the dedication page his job put up for him was a month or so old already when mom found it. I never quite know what to do with myself when he’s involved.

So... Yeah. If you’re still with me after that long, meaningless dive into Mittens’ childhood... Thank you, and I’m sorry. I guess the million dollar question now is what does this mean for Dhimani’s blog? Truth be told, I don’t know for sure. Maybe the hiatus will continue for months before I open back up, same as things always were, or maybe I’ll just go private and selective and RP with a few people. Neither of which are things I necessarily want to do.

I would like to come back right away and keep writing for Rose the way I always have. This entire blog became a side project that took over my life and consumed my thoughts for nearly half a year. I’m pretty attached to him, as well as the connections I’ve made on here. But I also have to be real with myself and concede that maybe I need to give myself some space and time to really actually deal with the shit going on in my personal life.

Mr. K dying hasn’t thrown my life in disarray or anything. I’m pretty unhappy and have random crying spells, but nowhere near depressed. I’m functioning just fine. But I think it’s fair to say that themes and issues centered around fatherhood and forgiveness are a really touchy subject for me right now. I just need to be real with myself in that regard and say that I’m not mentally or emotionally prepared to deal with online dissertations about why Rose is an evil person / terrible dad right now. I need to look out for myself, and that’s hard to accept. 

I can kind of fall into the trap of thinking of RPing as a “service” rather than a hobby at times, for better or for worse. I often think and consider the things I “owe” my RP partners and the community as a whole. Part of me regrets that I can no longer fill the “niche” of the “well meaning but super problematic Rose who did fucked up stuff” anymore. But at the end of the day, I’m just human. I’ve got needs, too, and I deserve some escapism and comfort-food threads instead of stuff that’s constantly going to remind me of the worst period in my entire life. That doesn’t make me a bad person or a bad writer. 

I wish it didn’t have to happen this way. Dhimani’s birthday is coming up, and I don’t even think I’m going to be active for it. (In a pinch, I might push it back so I can still celebrate My Boy.) Hopefully this is just a bump in the road that’ll lead to a bright future down the line. We can only hope.

I’ll keep you guys updated in any case. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope to get back to writing for you all soon.

-- Mittens.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The Infiltration

Eh? Who the fuck are you?

Um. Apologies...I got a call about a broken light?

Oh...so you’re the repair guy? Arrived quicker than I thought...

I like to be on time...

Well good. Yeah, a couple lights on the second floor of the building went kaput...We were thinking the circuit broke or something...The main box is on the outside of the building, just down the hall to your left.

Thanks. But um...Sorry if this seems like I’m being too personal, but would you mind if I took a look at the indoor circuit too? 

The fuck? Why?

It’s just to get a better look at the whole system...yeah, I’d rather not bore you with the details...I don’t wanna do it either, but it’s company policy.

Don’t worry, I won’t touch anything I’m not supposed to.

Hm...Fine, if that’s the case. There’s a security office on the left.

Thank you very much.

So...Security Office.

*He takes out the walkie-talkie that he had hidden in his pocket.

Hey, this is Shuichi. What’s my next move?

Kyoko: Good. You’re inside. Where are you right now?

I hid away in the security office. There’s no one in here with me right now...

Kyoko: Ok, good. Keep an eye out in that room. There should be a map of the whole building.

Ok, I found it...Ok, so Eje Karma’s room is on the top floor, and it looks like there are three ways up...The stairs, the elevator, or the fire stairs outside...

Chihiro: I think the best course of action would be to take the the fire stairs. The electric box is out that way, so you wouldn’t get caught...What you do from there, I don’t know...

I’ll figure something out...It’s just to my left out the office, right?

There’s the box that Chihiro cut...Sorry buddy, but I guess you’re not being fixed today...

Hey! You!

H-Huh?

You. You’re the repair dude, right? Here to fix the lights?

U-Um...yeah, I am...

C’mere a sec...got somethin’ ya need to look at...

O-Ok...(Shoot...Don’t have a choice...)

*Shuichi follows the guy to the second floor. He leads him into an office.

Look at this. Our fucking TV’s not working...Mind fixing it for us? Powers on but nothing’s showing up...

Um...Well, I’d like to, but unfortunately, TV’s aren’t really within our expertise...

Oh Bull-fucking-shit! Look, you’re an electrician! TV’s run on fucking electricity! Get the fuck to work, and maybe I’ll pay ya extra...

(Dammit...What to do...)

Kyoko: Shuichi? What’s going on?

Huh? What’s that? I just heard a voice...

Oh, s-sorry, that’s my work radio...L-Let me switch it off...

*Shuichi reaches into his pocket and turns off the walkie-talkie

(That was close...but I’m still in deep...I’ve never even fixed a computer before! How am I supposed to fix a whole Television!?)

We’re waiting...!

S-Sorry um...

Hm...It looks like the TV itself isn’t broken...The connectivity isn’t right...

Don’t you gotta take off panels and fiddle with the wiring and shit?

No, there’s no need for that...I’ll just have to...

S-Sorry for this...

*Shuichi smacks the top of the TV. Unfortunately, this gets no reaction...

Hey, don’t break the damn thing...!

I know, I’m sorry, but it’s really just that simple...Mind if I hit it a little harder?

Just don’t crack it or nothin’

Th-Thank you.

*His face profusely sweating, Shuichi hits the TV with his knee. Surprisingly enough, it works, and the TV turns back on.

(Y-Yes!)

Damn! That’s cool! Didn’t realize it was that easy.

Well, I can’t say I blame you. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders...

Whatd’ya mean?

Normally when these types of things stop working, a lot of people try and give it a good smack to get it working again.

Guess you didn’t want to risk it...

Ah, I see...well, thanks for that. Sorry ‘bout all this...I’ll letcha get back to work...

Thank you...

*Shuichi goes to leave the room, but then as he does, someone else walks in.

Huh? The fuck are you?

Oh, s-sorry...

Captain Karma! This is the dude who came to fix the lights. We just had him take a look at the TV.

Yeah, what he said...(It’s him! Eje Karma!)

...

I-Is something wrong sir...?

You...You ain’t the usual guy...That’s kinda weird...

Oh...(They have a usual guy!? How often do the lights go out in this building!?)

(Then again...this place does look a bit run down...and there’s so many people taking refuse in here...)

This is the first time anyone else’s come for us...What happened to him, huh?

Tch...I’m gonna get to the bottom of this...

Ah, sir wait a moment!

What is it?

Th-The thing is...um...

I feel like there’s been a bit of a mistake down the line...What company did you have your men call?

Huh? Called in Light Electrics...Ain’t that the company where you work...?

Ah...I see the problem...

What?

I think you might have called in two repairmen...I’m from a different company.

What company...?

It’s called...Um...

Kalls: 1. Breaks: 0...

“Kalls: 1 Breaks 0?”

Yes, Calls spelled with a K. K1-B0 for short...

Can’t say I’ve hearda you...

Yeah, so I guess someone else called me in accidentally...

...

...(Please buy it! Please, for the love of Atua, buy it!)

I see...Well, sorry ‘bout all this...You gonna get back to work then?

Yes sir, if you’ll let me. I’m terribly sorry about all this...

Nah S’okay...Just a bit of an error I guess...

Need me to pay you or somethin’

No, it’s fine. Someone already told me they’d sort it out after I was done...

Well, you do your thing. Sorry ‘bout all this, again...

*Eje goes up the stairs to his office.

(Wow...I am surprisingly good at lying!)

(Well...at least I tricked him...That was terrifying though!)

*Shuichi hides in a quiet corner where no one can see him and turns his walkie-talkie back on.

Kyoko: Shuichi! Respond! Please respond...!

Sorry Ms Kirigiri, I’m here...I didn’t mean to worry you...

Chihiro: Oh thank god...You’re ok. I feared the worst...

So did I...I had a run in with Captain Karma, but I was able to trick him.

He’s probably back at his office above me. But in order to get there, I need to take the stairs...

Kyoko: So, what’s the problem?

There’s a locked door, and I can’t get in...It’s a security lock too, so I can’t pick it...

Chihiro: Hm...You’re on the third floor, right Shuichi?

Yeah, I am?

Chihiro: Would you mind going to the window and opening it?

Um...ok...

*Shuichi opens the window and recoils in surprise as Chihiro’s drone flies in through the window.

Ah!

Chihiro: I worked with Kazuichi to make a modification to the drone...Stand back.

*The drone flies to the lock and a small, screwdriver looking instrument extrudes from it. A few electrical sparks glow as the screwdriver touches the lock, and then it suddenly opens.

Ah! It worked!

Kyoko: Those stairs will take you to the roof Shuichi. If you go up there and go down the fire escape, you should be able to get to Eje’s office.

Got it...

Er...

*Shuichi gets to the roof and witnesses a couple of the gang members having an argument. More specifically, it seems like a brawl is going on and a bunch of people are making bets.

Chihiro: I can see about...14 gang members there...

Kyoko: They look busy. I think you should try and sneak past them...

Got it...

*Shuichi scales the edge areas of the roof and works his way around several pipes and stacks of crates that are just lying around on the roof. He easily manages to sneak past the fight and then runs into a fence. In an attempt to climb it, he scales over and unfortunately lands on an unbalanced pile of crates.

Uh...AH!

*He loses his footing and slips, which attracts the attention of the fight observers...

Hey! Who’re you!?

Ah w-well...

*Before Shuichi can reply, three gang members strut up to him and grab him.

Alright...Screw it!

*Shuichi removes his hat and in self defense, headbutts the man who grabbed him. He dodges punches from some other assailants and then jump kicks another guy.

Ah...WAH!

Oh no!

*After being knocked back, the guy Shuichi kicks falls backwards off the roof of the building. Shuichi, at the fastest speed he can run, rushes up and grabs his leg, saving him from falling to hsi death.

AAAAHH! H-HELP ME! I DON’T WANNA DIE!

Easy...now!

*Shuichi, with as much strength as he can muster, is successfully able to pull him back up onto the roof. The thug passes out from the shock of the situation though. Shuichi sighs in relief, but that relief is washed away when he realises he’s surrounded.

Who the fuck are you, you bastard!?

I’m...

Wait...!

Huh?

C-Captain...

*Eje struts onto the scene...

...

Captain Karma...?

Let me guess...You really ain’t some maintenance guy, are ya?

Apologies, no...I wanted to speak to you about something of utmost importance, and unfortunately, this was the only way I could do so...

Awright...Tell me something pal...

Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have your skull smashed in with a slab o’ concrete!?

...

Simple...You owe me...

Huh!?

Your buddy was just about to fall off the roof and I saved his life...In this gang, you believe you should repay the people you’re indebted to, right?

I don’t know about you, but I think that includes me now...

...

Captain Karma, don’t listen to this fuckers talk! He’s trying to buy his way outta this...

I should also tell you that my allies have already have us surrounded secretly. If you kill me, there’s no way you’re getting my body out of this building...

Tch...

I don’t know what you want, but tell me who you are...and maybe I’ll consider it...

My name is Detective Shuichi Saihara.

Detective? Wait, you’re a cop?

No, not exactly. I’m a detective, but I don’t work for the police.

...

Fine...

What!?

Hey, assholes, get back to work!

Spud! Chum! You two come with me and...Shyhara, to my office...

Thank you for your hospitality Mr Karma...

You got this Kyoko?

Kyoko: Yes. We can see you with the drone. Looks like you got caught huh?

Sorry...I failed you again...

Kyoko: You did no such thing. Your mission was to get an audience with Karma, and you’ve succeeded. But do me a favour. Don’t tell him about your walkie-talkie unless you absolutely need to.

Got it...!

*Shuichi follows Eje and his goons.