#I want to put effort into all requests so I don't want to half-ass something even if it's not particularly up my alley

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

HELLO!! I hope this isn't a rude question as keeping up a blog like this must be time consuming but I wondered, is there an order to the requests you write? A first come first served deal? Whatever sparks inspiration first or seems easier/more fun to write? Again not meaning to be rude and there's no rush whatsover, just curiosity.

Love your work <3

I'm more of a 'mood' writer so it's generally the ask that strikes my attention or that I find inspiration for when I read it over, sometimes it can be inspired purely by the characters bc I'll get in different moods and want to write for different characters

Sometimes an ask sent in the same day gets my brain going and I immediately finish the asks, other times there are requests that sit a bit longer. I try to go back and forth (like keeping a variety in the characters that are being posted for as much as I can), and I'll go look at older asks and try to focus on them.

There'll be times where the blog hasn't had a post in awhile so I'll go through and find one that's easiest to write/has less characters requested so it'd be easier to post just to get something out.

Mostly, I write parts of requests at different times, character based inspiration. If an idea is something I feel really fits for a character and I have an idea right away I'll type it out but it doesn't always guarantee i'll finish the ask, there's a lot of partially finished asks in the drafts that I'm trying to figure out good ideas for the other characters requested.

[01zfan]

haiiiii everyone. took a little bit of a break just because.

i don’t really wanna get into all of the accusations and anon hate so we are going to keep everything on an IF-YOU-KNOW-YOU-KNOW basis. i am going to be operating on the assumption that if you follow me you know how i feel about riize. people who are irrationally angry at me and the creative liberties i exercise as a writer will simply just be speaking into the void from here on out.

i want you guys to know i truly didn't take a break solely because of that. if anything i find the situation humorous because i've been having a ball on this account. the people who have been rocking with me from the start know my heart, the people that read my initial post and understand me (even if they don't necessarily agree, which is okay!) know my heart. that's good enough for me. outside voices are just that--OUTSIDE! no one is penetrating this peaceful community i have made for myself and hopefully others on this account.

what i do really really want to say is that being a writer for fandom is hard! this is the first time i’ve ever been a writer for a group so consistently (also ironically the first time i’ve been so busy in my offline life) so i want to say it requires effort. even though i love to write, i love riize, i love to fulfill commissions and requests, and i love to talk with you guys about riize, it does take work. if you have read my fics you can tell i don’t want them to be just straight smut. i like to give you guys stories. sometimes with a themes and hopefully always with a narrative. that's why i don't normally post blurbz...i personally don't like to just get out a quick horny scenario i need PLOT i need ANGST i need SOMETHING TO SINK MY TEETH INTO! part of the reason why i started this account was to hone my creative writing skills and build my chops so i am really story centric.

i take pride in what i put out so it takes work. i try to not be repetitive. i try to give you guys something new that really feels real and also true to the individual members of riize. so even though i am crazy (what writer isn't) and will always write (even if the audience is just me, myself, and i) it is nice when the work is acknowledged! even if it is work i love, it is still work. i know it is hard to imagine someone puts effort into fanfiction, especially as a reader, but i never try to write anything half-assed. maybe i'm burning myself out by writing stories constantly but who knows. what i do know is that feedback and comments and thoughts make me happy! i seriously kick my feet and go back and reread the comments and tags i get on fics constantly! knowing you guys take as much care in reading as much as i take in writing makes me feel so fulfilled. it's the reason i became a writer and it's motivation for me, even beyond this site but in real life too.

i am of course not obligating you guys to interact with me. my milestone post when i hit 1k followers i think i said something along the lines that i remember the people that like my posts often and that is still very much true heh. i recognize people in my notifications, all the years i spent on the internet makes usernames lock in my head like a steel trap. sometimes i post thinking to myself oh so-and-so is gonna love this.

i am rambling but all in all i have amassed a following more than what i expected and i have made a community on this account too. i hope that you guys as part of this community know i am a person behind this account. i like to be told nice things, i like to be judged fairly, i like to be talked to, i like to not be treated like a machine, i like to be respected. the relationship we have as writer and reader is a very beautiful one in my opinion. it's like we are feeding eachother we are not parasitic but mutualistic. bees and flowers. clownfish and sea anemones. humans and gut bacteria. you get the gist. lets just continue having a good time on this account together🫂

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Hello!

Can I request yandere engineer (after a long chase/ escape attempt) taking his darling s/o for a ride.

*wink wink ;)*

Sure thing!

GO! Yandere Engineer x GN reader almost smut

CW: Curisng, smut, non con, dismemberment, detailed descriptions of gore, obsession, condescention, gaslighting, car "accidents", improper use of power tools, imminent sex Dead dove do not eat.

Authors note: Theres no PNV, or PNA, rather the "smut" occurs with the afforementioned power tools. Please let me know if you want me to make a less violent version. Also its kind of implied Dell is a robot... soyeah

@virginstoner666 (tagging bc you might like it)

The moment their feet hit the sandy ground beneath them the alarms blared. Its moments in fact like these, where scientists would marvel at the capabilities of the human form. To run injured across dangerous, unyielding terrain to escape much bigger adversaires. The moments when humans as a species , fueled by their adrenaline, only make it so far, so fast, because they were fed with their natural chemical superpower.

Dr. Conagher didnt see it that way as he hauled ass in his busted bright red '64 Chevvy. He could hear buzzing in his ears the more irritated he got. Lizards wheezed about eerily in the pitch black desert, alerting the man of just where to look.

Pissed wasn't nearly a strong enough word for the emotion Dell felt as he picked up to a speed his poor truck shouldn't have been running at in such a harsh climate. No...just that morning he'd been the living definition of kind when they first tried to leave, naked body half alive crawling weakly a foot away from their quarters. He granted them the mercy then of not ripping their fleshy ears of their head when he dragged them back sobbing.

They acted like he beat them or something... he did of course, but it wasn't anything undeserved.

Claiming you don't love your spouse is a sin with a capital SIN after all, Dell only served as device to put them in their place. Oh, and it did hurt the engineers cold steam-powered heart, but he couldn't think of a better treatment for the unfaithful.

And still they ran.

The backs of his bottom teeth ground the plaque on his upper incisors as his jaw set, mechanical hand holding the wheel steady as his lights glinted harsh off the broken electric collar on their neck. He was just happy this was close to over as he spun the wheel, sending his truck into a circle of dust, and throwing the car into reverse.

A solid noise followed by a wavering yelp of pain told Dell he accomplished exactly what he wanted to. With a sneer his foot held down the clutch as he roughly shoved the shift into park. The head of his freshly sharpened axe broke the soft, sandy rode as he trudged boredly over to the lump sobbing by his rear tire. "Now sugar, what in gods name are you doin all the way the hell out here?" The night air cracked like a whip in the heavens as the drizzling rain covered the light footprints... all the effort they'd made to get this far. They tried to curl up, to shield themselves from the almost cocky blur of the yellow flashlight Dell had in his left; but with two broken ribs the action was excruciating. They tensed as Dell sneered and took the tip of his steel toed boots up to their tear stricken cheeks. "Much safer inside aint it? And I warned you... didn't I?" He asked, kneeling down above their wheezing display, a look of cruel pity shadowed across his boxy face. "Now you know what Ive said about the world baby, and you know I hate hurtin you... but what have i said before? I said repeatedly, 'now honey you're not gonna like what I do to you if you keep trynna leave.' And you STILL disobeyed me." The grip on their chin bruised abit as he tried to still himself from hurting them. Only a sigh escaped his lips as he stood again, leaning back steadied by the axe held behind his leg.

"Now baby I really dont want to do this--" "Dell please we can ta-"

"No no no. We cant talk! Clearly, if talkin worked youd be back at home pleasin me, stayin safe like youre sposed to! No, talkin aint working, clearly, so Im trying am more holistic approach." He groweled darkly as he rolled his shoulders. "Dell, baby no! Please- it wont- its not going to-" "I know sugar, i'll make sure it doesnt happen again."

Rain poured down harder now as Dell dramatically crossed himself, cap falling to the ground as his leg took a step back to swing.

With a sharp THWACK, the axes blade tore through the flesh and muscle as blood rose back as high as Dells tense shoulders before he went to take another swing. Harsher this time... the pain registers, and the love of Dells life screamed with the pained wails of an injured bird. The sounds only mocked them as they echoed throughout the deep emptiness of the desert. Again the axe came down.

Again the bone broke, oozing all kinds of metallic fluid that mingled with the blood in the shredded muscle, fat tissue catching the blades nicks as Dell had to jostle it out of the pebbly femur he'd decimated. Connective tissue snapped back like tight packaging tape against the warm steel as Dell dropped to his knees. He held his love by the shoulders, tears against their neck as they tried with tired, nerve wracked muscles to writhe and fight their way away.

"No no baby shh,shh its okay, Ive got you..." he looked into their eyes earnestly, cupping a side of their neck in worry as the other held their cheek. He pulled their head down to kiss, holding them against his soft, hairy chest as his gloved hand stroked their head, the other slipping behind to rub their back. "Shh, dont worry Dells got you... you aint gotta cry! It aint that bad, its like pulling teeth with a door yeah?" They shook their heard through tears, refusing to look into his grey eyes as he pulled them back and nodded. "Yeah thats right... it only ever stings a bit, it'll be okay baby, shh."

The metal fingers of one arm soon trailed down their side as he sighed and tried to make right what hed just done.

"What can I do to make it better my love? You want me to love on you a bit?" He asked, chuckling as if what he said was charming."Want me to do it like we did when we first met?"

Scruff scratched their neck as they tried to lean away from his kisses, hands stabilizing theirs as he tried his damndest to make the situation less serious. They shook their head as his skilled mouth left damp hickies across their skin, their squirming drawing ants and dirt into their severed leg. "Hold still sugar I cant... keep you up if you're squirming."

Just the push of the bright yellow button on his wrist sent them into hysterics as they quietly begged him not to do anything, to just take them home. He cooed, chuckling lightly as his drill of arm quickly ripped hole in their pants... well... his pants. But the details werent important, and with their new little injury they could spend their recovery sewing that right back up.

Their little pleas got louder as Dell searched his pockets for the 'right bit'.

"Now baby- baby youve got to stop worryin, its...3:am and we're in the dead centre of the desert, who in their right minds would be out right now. Especially at a time like this?" He asked cheekily, treating all of their words like jokes as he undid the large phillips head with a strange industrial steel bolt shaped bit. He only scratched his head. "Aint much of anything safer I have right now sug'." "Then stop!" "Oh please-" he scoffed playfully as he rolled his metal arm around a 'yada yada' motion, "like youve not done more dangerous with me before. Just sit back and enjoy it."

[stormblessed95]

Can we now please skip over the "when you were free, you never called" thing, please?? That's already been discussed enough. Let's now please discuss JK's tone when he said "Finally". He sounded relieved... a bit melancholy... a bit of something something. This isn't talked enough :(

I genuinely want to know how some of you guys decide to send in asks and to whom. I know so many of you probably mass send them out in an effort to, idk, reach as many people as possible? Higher chances of getting posted?

Anon, this also isn't just you, you just drew the unlucky straw for my rant. Sorry. Your ask is also "almost" but not quite a copy/paste of the post I made not even a full day ago.

I specifically requested everyone to stop sending me asks about the car conversation because when I was no longer sick and my brain worked more coherently, I would put together a longer form post addressing it for everyone. And yet since then, I've gotten like 18 different asks referencing the car conversation. Half of them saying "yeah, can't we just let it go because XYZ opinions"

Okay great. I'm glad you agree with me I guess but you still aren't listening and honoring my request. So low-key, it still feels really rude. So now I have to sit here and hope that maybe my followers aren't actually rude and forget I am a whole person behind this account where making demands for content isn't super nice, especially when said content was already said to be coming, just later on. But instead they just.... Idk, don't actually read my posts and just send in asks without reading anything because why bother? Idk. Feeling entitled to my time without giving me yours through reading my opinions about a subject first feels less rude in some ways than just not giving a shit about what I say. Lol 🙃

And I KNOW I make a ton of posts, especially lately with AYS and trying to keep up with at least most of the asks I get, I've been much more active on here than I have been otherwise in the past year. So I often try to give the benefit of the doubt. But honestly.

Idk, maybe I'm just extra cranky because I feel like absolute dog shit, I'm sick, trying to take care of my family, get ready for back to school, get ready to start working, and take care of myself too... But it feels a little disrespectful and it doesn't make me want to actually make more posts or answer asks.

And all of this is a general you, not directed at anyone in particular. I'm just.... Venting. This is why I kept turning my anons off occasionally in the past...

Thanks

[starrystormwritings]

Kiss With a Fist

Kiss With a Fist

Master List <3 Request List <3 Marauders Master List

Sirius Black x Reader

A/n: I know I promised a Taylor Swift song fic for Sirius but I couldn't pick a song so instead this (especially the start) is inspired by Kiss With a Fist by Florence and the Machine instead even though the lyrics aren't actually used, just wanted to actually post something tbh.

Summary: You've always hated Sirius Black, so being stuck in detention with him is the worst possible scenario.

Warnings: Badly written arguments, swearing, drinking, weed, no smut but making out, once again bad writing lol, female pronouns but undescribed Hogwarts house.

Word Count: 2787

(NOT MT GIF)

"I can't believe you right now." I said with a huff, wiping down the walls of the potion classroom that were stained pink because of none other than the dark haired boy who was scrubbing the floor next to me.

"Oh pipe down L/n I saw you laughing." He chuckled to himself confidently causing me to flick some water from my hand onto him.

The self proclaimed genius had unfortunately been partnered with me for our potions assignment this afternoon and as easy as a wiggenweld potion normally is to brew Sirius thought it was be funny too add a handful of stolen ingredients to the cauldron whilst my back was turned. Resulting in a large explosion of a pink foam that now stained half of the classroom.

Of course Slughorn didn't believe I had nothing to do with it, but luckily enough he thought one detention of cleaning up the mess the muggle way would be enough punishment.

"I did not laugh, I should be in the library right now but instead I'm stuck in here with you cleaning a mess I didn't even cause!" I scrubbed the walls harder with frustration as I spoke, his cockiness was getting to me.

"Merlin it's not that big of a deal! It was funny!" He rolled his eyes at me as I gave him a look of disbelief.

Of course he still managed to look effortless whilst cleaning floors, his long hair had been scraped back into a bun, bits of hair falling out to frame his face and neck, occasionally dropping in front of his eyes. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and both of our robes and ties had been thrown over a chair to keep them out of the way.

The cocky smile finally dropped from his face as he threw the sponge onto the floor in frustration "These stains are never going to come out without magic, nothings happening! How have you gotten rid of so much of it already?"

I scoffed at him for what felt like the hundredth time that day before stepping down from the step ladder I was on to work on a bit of the wall lower down.

"You have to actually put it a bit of effort, actually scrub it rather than doing a half assed job, like always." Sirius had always irked me since we started at Hogwarts, his careless attitude and lack of effort always bugged me. He could so easily be top of our classes if he tried but instead he just goofed off whilst some of us have to put in actual effort.

"Hey what's your problem with me, your good enough friends with Remus and Peter why do you seem to hate me so much?"

I could hear that he had stood up but instead of turning around to face him I just continued to clean the wall.

"Probably because you're a posh prat who doesn't care about his actions and how they affect other people."

He just laughed at me which pissed me off more, causing me to grip the sponge in my hand so hard the bubbles started running down my arm rather than the wall.

"What's so funny?" I asked whilst spinning around to face him, his slouched posture and casual lean against the table behind him causing me to clench my jaw.

"You. I'm sorry we can't all be perfect like you but at least I've got some personality."

It was my turn to laugh now as I crossed my arms, shaking my head at him.

"Oh I have no personality? Because the bad boy with a dark mysterious past that he hides behind jokes and his hair is so original?"

"You don't know anything about my dark mysterious past. At least I'm willing to have fun rather than just hiding in the library all day, there's a reason only one of us has friends." He dropped his rag on the floor, obviously having enough of cleaning now and just enjoying annoying me.

"You don't have friends, you have James and a group of adoring fans who wouldn't like you if they didn't find you hot. And not all of us have the luxury of having fun, I can't get through my exams with a charming smile unlike some people."

"Aw, you think my smiles charming." He sat up now, his height made him tower over me which just seemed to piss me off more.

"No I think you're a spoiled git who's had everything handed to him in life and refuses to see that the world doesn't revolve around him. I'd rather jump off the astronomy tower than spend another second with you and I can't wait for the day when you find out that flashing a smile won't get you out of everything!"

I didn't even realise I'd been marching towards him till my finger jabbed directly into his chest.

He scowled down at me, gripping my wrist with his hand to take it off him.

"And I think that you're a stuck up princess who needs to realise that until you get that stick out of your ass you're going to be miserable for the rest of your life!"

I looked up at him angrily, my hands were shaking with how furious I was and my skin felt like it was burning from where his hand was still holding my wrist.

He mirrored the look on my face before glancing down at my lips for a brief second, before I could comprehend what was happening he lent down and pushed his lips to mine.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, or loving in the slightest. It was harsh and spiteful, his teeth clashed against mine as his hand came up to hold my jaw, backing me up against the bit of wall I had just cleaned.

I dropped the sponge I was holding and let my hand grip onto his hair, covering it in the bubbles that were still running down my arm.

I scrambled to pull him closer to me by his neck as his hand let go of my wrist and instead moved to the bottom of my skirt as he let in to deepen the kiss.

"Sirius? You in the mate?" The familiar voice of James Potter called from the doorway of the room, luckily out of view from where we were.

We both jumped away from each other, turning around to make it look like I was heavily interested in the cleaning again.

I quickly yanked my skirt back down as Sirius attempted to fix his hair and straighten his shirt before the Potter boy had turned the corner.

"Yeah Slughorn has us on clean up duty." He says whilst clearing his throat and chuckling a little.

"Yeah Mary told us what you did thought we'd come give you guys a hand so you might still make it to dinner." Remus said as he approached as well, picking up a rag from the table and heading over to help me.

~~~

I stared at the little piece of parchment in my hand, biting the inside of my cheek as I thought out my options.

Me and Sirius hadn't spoken since the afternoon in potions, luckily with the help of James, Remus and Peter we had finished up in less than an hour and I quickly rushed out and had been avoiding the marauders like the plague since.

Remus had just caught me in the library and handed me the invite that I was now inspecting.

'The marauders invite you to the party of the century (bring your own Fire Whiskey or Witches Brew)'

The piece of parchment was enchanted to have little moving images of fireworks and music notes dancing around the page and the Gryffindoor common room password was printed small on the bottom for anyone who wasn't already in the house.

The Gryffindor parties had become like legend in the school over the past two years, but I had still yet to go to one and now that Christmas break was fast approaching and there was no exams for a while it might be nice to let loose a little.

Luckily I knew exactly where to go to for fire whisky and some less approved plants that were grown in the back of the greenhouse.

~~~

After talking to some Ravenclaw friends who sold me the fire whisky I'd decided I might as well go to the party.

Worse case scenario it sucks and it's awkward and I go to bed early.

Best case scenario I have a great time and get drunk and possibly make a good memory or two.

I'd spent longer than I'd like to admit on getting ready and after a nervous dinner I'd met with Lily Evans to go to the party together.

"I'm so glad you're coming this time! I know as a prefect I shouldn't be really letting this happen but there always so fun, just try and avoid being one of the ones put into detention afterwards, luckily James usually volunteers to take the fall. Of course he's then followed by Sirius, Remus and Peter but usually once they get in trouble the rest of us get let off easily."

She said whilst beaming, her crush on James Potter was hardly subtle anymore.

"Yeah I'm glad I'm going as well, better than spending all night in my dorm, nice to see everyone out side of class and the library."

"You work to hard sometimes you know? You a talented witch Y/n you can take a break now and then."

She uttered the password to the fat lady and our conversation was cut off by the loud music of David Bowie that was playing over an enchanted speaker. Lily smiled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the common room and towards Mary and Marline.

After some talking, dancing and drinking the girls dispersed over the room to talk to other friends leaving me sat on the window sill with my glass of fire whisky, very buzzed.

"Is this seat taken?" A boy I recognised from Herbology asked with a smile.

I shook my head and moved up to make space for the Hufflepuff boy to slot himself in next to me.

"I don't know if we've met properly, I'm Michael we've got Herbology together."

I nodded with a smile as I looked at him for a second. He was cute. He was obviously nervous and blushing and he'd clearly been running his hands through his curly light brown hair since it looked more messy and out of place than the rest of him.

"Yeah I know, I'm Y/n. Having fun?"

"Yeah I am thank you, it's a great atmosphere in here and I just didn't want to leave such a pretty girl like you sat over here all by yourself." He chuckled lightly to himself as he looked away, unable to hold eye contact with me.

He chucked differently to Sirius, instead of sounding confident and self assured it was more shy and sweet. He didn't look anything like Sirius either, Michael was cute with pink cheeks and fluffy hair. Sirius was hot with a cocky personality and looked as if he was carved out of stone.

Micheal continued to chat my ear off with Herbology facts and compliments but he could never seem to build up the confidence to look me in the eyes.

I couldn't help but let my eyes wander across the room as I smiled at the sight of my friends dancing stupidly to an ABBA song that was making Remus pretend to plug his ears.

As I looked over to the other side of the room I finally spot Sirius who was leaning against the wall with a cup in his hand staring directly at me.

I quickly looked away back at Micheal but not before noticing Sirius stand up from the wall and head towards me.

"Yeah so that's why without Herbology potions would be completely useless, so basically half of the magical abilities we have would be completely worthless without-"

"Mind if I borrow her for a second?" Sirius says from behind my shoulder, causing me to take a big sip from my cup.

"Oh uh yeah of course, I'll see you in class." Micheal said to me with a big smile, finally meeting my eyes before scurrying off into the crowd.

"Wanna get some fresh air for a second?" Sirius asked, offering his hand to help me up.

"Why would I go anywhere with you?"

"Because I'll talk to you about something other than just Herbology." He said with a laugh.

I looked up at him for a second debating my options, maybe it's the whiskey or the fact that he was genuinely smiling at me but I took his hand and followed him out to the courtyard.

We walked in a comfortable silence, both of us finishing our drinks before he picked a bench to sit on.

December would be here soon and it was obvious by the fact that I could see my breath in front of me.

He wordlessly shook off his jacket and handed it to me.

I just looked at him dumbfounded for a second before he sighed and shook his head.

"Your shivering idiot. See I don't only think of myself, just put the damn jacket on."

I looked at him for another second before sliding my arms through the jacket and pulling it closer to me, it smelt like sandalwood, cigarettes and mint.

"You smoke?" He asked while taking the blunt from behind his ear and lighting it with the end of his wand.

"Sometimes." I said and he chuckled before inhaling and passing it over to me.

"So why'd you ask me to come out here?" I put the blunt in between my lips before inhaling, letting the smoke warm my throat and lungs before tilting my head back against the wall and exhaling, I looked over at him to see him already staring at me and gesturing for me to give the blunt back.

"Maybe I'm drunk but I wanted to talk to you."

"Yeah you're definitely drunk."

He laughed and shook his head, taking another hit.

"What you said the other days been bothering me."

I quirked an eyebrow at him, "My words had an effect of the all mighty Sirius Black? Oh my." We both laughed as I lent over to take the blunt from his fingers and bring it to my lips again.

"Yeah your words, along with other things. Do people really think that of me? That I'm just a privileged twat with a confidence program?" He lent back against the wall, using his fingers to comb through his hair.

"You want to know the truth?" I asked with a small smile, a mix of booze and weed making me more confident than I should be.

He nodded, taking the blunt from my hand.

"I was jealous, and annoyed. You're just amazing at everything so easily and I feel like I have to work so hard. And you just waltz in with your effortless smile and pretty face and everything just comes to you."

He laughed again and turned to look at me, taking a last long inhale before stubbing out the blunt onto the floor.

"It's not effortless, you don't know half of it."

"I'd like to."

He lent over to move some hair from my face and tuck it gently behind my ear, letting his hand linger for a second.

"Maybe you will. I don't think your stuck up by the way, I think your brilliant. You drive Remus mad because of your grades which is saying something."

It was my turn to laugh now, "yeah I wish."

"No really you do. I'm sorry for what I did in potions by the way."

"It's fine it didn't take long to clean."

"No not that. The other thing I did in potions." He bit his lip for a second and I could've sworn he wasn't sat that close to me before.

"Oh that? It's fine it's not like I pushed you away." I awkwardly looked forward towards the view in front of us, suddenly very interested in the frozen spiderwebs in the corner.

"Would you care if I did it again? Just out of curiosity." I looked over at him to see that famous Sirius Black smile.

I laughed a little and allowed myself to move closer to him.

"Well there's only one way for you to find out isn't there?"

He laughed again, his finger tracing the bottom of my jaw softly.

He looked at me for a second before leaning in to push his lips against mine again.

There was less rush this time, his touch was softer and gentle. Maybe it was the taste of whiskey and weed coming from him but it was intoxicating.

He pulled away for a second, resting his forehead against mine.

"You called my face pretty." He whispered with a breathless laugh.

"Well you called me brilliant."

He shrugged for a second before I pulled him against me again, tangling my hand into his hair with a smile.

[webbyghost]

are you still doing the touches writing thingy? if so can i request hand holding 33 with chainshipping?

33. bandaging the other's hand and not quite letting go

"You didn't actually have to punch that guy, you know."

Lawrence meets Adam's searching gaze with his own steadfast look, unwavering under the younger man's scrutiny. He only breaks when Adam dabs the cotton ball onto his split knuckles and the alcohol stings, the pain sharper than he'd expected. He hisses, and Adam grins sheepishly, pulling both his hands away.

"Sorry, Doc."

"No, no, it's alright. It needs to be disinfected, who knows what bacteria could have been in that man's mouth." He shudders, only half-joking. Adam laughs and dabs at Lawrence's bloody knuckles again, taking care not to press too hard this time. The sting is duller now, the worst seemingly over.

Or maybe it's that Lawrence's attention is more focused on the way Adam's tongue is poking out while he concentrates on cleaning up the dried blood that decorates Lawrence's hand.

"I mean, I know I'm awesome, but maybe you shouldn't be trying to emulate me, y'know I'm supposed to be the violent one, remember?" Always the chatterbox, always the jokester. Always the smartass, mouthing off and wearing that same smirk he's got on right now.

"I know I didn't have to," Lawrence murmurs, wrenching his eyes from Adam's mouth, feeling a peculiar stirring in his gut. "But he was so much bigger than you, and I-"

He falters. How to explain the rage that had boiled up so quickly upon seeing the stranger looming over Adam, how he had moved across the parking deck so quickly his leg was still sore from the effort. How his hand had moved before he'd realized it, balled into a fist and crashing into the stranger's face, the man's teeth cutting into his skin.

"I couldn't stand there and let you get hurt." Adam stops cold in the middle of opening a bandaid, for once seemingly at a loss for words. "Not if I could stop it."

"C'mon, Doc, I'm not- you don't owe me, man." He doesn't look up, continuing to put the little bandage on the open scrape of Lawrence's middle knuckle. "I mean, yeah, you shot me and I like to give you shit about it from time to time but like... You don't gotta make it up to me. You already did that when you got me out of the- that place."

Lawrence doesn't answer, the words he wants to say are... out of his grasp. All he can think about is how Adam's hands- both hands- are holding his own, cradling it gently while he inspects it for any further damage.

"I just think that... you've been hurt enough," he says, quietly, half-hoping Adam doesn't hear him. It's almost too honest, too close to admitting how much he's grown to care for the young man.

"And you haven't?" Adam demands, his grip tightening slightly. "Lawrence, if you hadn't broken his teeth, that dude would have beaten your ass!"

It's the first time since his rescue that Adam has used his actual name.

"I've been in fights before, Adam," he scoffs. "It may surprise you to know that I've even won a few in my time."

"Sure, old man, whatever you say," Adam rolls his eyes, then sighs, looking back down at Lawrence's hand, still clutched between his own. "Look. It's not that I don't appreciate that you've got my back, ok? But you can't go around stepping in every time I piss somebody off."

"You could try being less disrespectful to everyone who crosses your path," Lawrence says, dryly, and Adam looks back up at him, that smirk turning up the corners of his mouth.

"I think we both know how likely that is," he quips, and the smirk fades a little as he continues. "But I'm serious, don't go putting yourself in danger, not for me. I'm not the only one who- who needs you."

His fingers twitch and he grips Lawrence's hand a little bit tighter, though he avoids touching the doctor's bruised knuckles.

"I know," he replies, quietly, something clicking in his brain at Adam's words.

He knows now, why his hand flew on its own. He wants to say it, tell him that he put himself in harm's way because he needs Adam, too.

He wants to say it.

But he doesn't.

[changbinsboobs]

id also like to know changbins opinions or thoughts on idols who have lazy scandals ie: they might be more hard working for their own solo projects but in their group they look like they dont even want to be there or arent always putting in enough efforts cause these days they can kinda half ass it if they want too with the whole lipsynching debacles that occur so yh id love to know his thoughts on these sorts of topics cause hes been an idol for so long he must have many feelings bottled up

cause i think hes one of the hard working ones who always want to improve or maybe do something entirely different with the groups direction cause i think skz have a habit of always playing safe and going with whats familiar to them and their fans how does he feel about skz direction and what more does he want to add or do in the near future or does he see himself going into acting and venturing out of the idol image or away from the group?

oh and how does he feel about the complexity of idol performances does he want it to slow down or remain the same? does he feel he gets enough freedom or not enough? what else do i want to know from changbin?

U don't know how happy i am to finally see a Changbin request😍😮‍💨 THANK YOU!!!

Changbins thoughts about idols with lazy scandals?

He's thought about that and thinks thats an issue that should be observed from multiple perspectives before making a judgement and he thinks a "scandal"/ situation like that has multiple sides to the story and he refrains from making any judgements if he doesn't know the situation himself. Also he thinks thats hardly a scandal and people should revise their (omg his articulation is so specific im cant even keep up, he wants to use words i don't even know, help😭) view of what components make up a scandal (i literary had to go to chatgpt to help me find the right words/expression. Still not satisfied tho, but its better than nothing). If tho it is proven that the idol is lazy performing for solely unprofessional reasons he's not really bothered by it as it doesn't affect him in any way. And if then it has a positive effect on him cuz people who appreciate effort can clearly see the comparison and appreciate his effort even more. He knows he's kept his dignity and pride towards himself and doesn't really care what other people do with themselves.

4oC, The Hermit

How does he feel about skz direction?

He does agree that they stick to whats familiar but he doesn't think thats necessarily a bad thing because that has brought them the success and bag they have today. Which is wonderful! He does wish though, to mix things up every once in a while but i think he wants to talk more about that later on in the reading. He wants to have a bit of darkness and a shocking element to his/their performances and songs, like the sound of the beat, the arrangement and melody, he wants the lyrics to shock and get gasps out of peoples moths. He wants a big reaction out of people that don't even know how to react to what they just heard/saw because its THAT good and THAT different and THAT weird! But more on that later (he keeps saying that and then he keeps on talking😂, i think he's excited)

(Also while he was talking i caught glimpses of his ideas/what he means and i really do hope he gets the opportunity to do something like that either solo or with the group or with other artists but i think we all will need that to come out and will EAT IT UP!!!)

(There's much more hiding in the Card but i feel like if i listen to it all, i'll write this post until tomorrow and won't even come to the rest so for now I'll leave it at that and see what more he has to add in the next questions.)

4oP, WOF, AoS

What does he want to do in the future?

He is actually thinking about it even now in the presence. He's evaluating multiple options and thinking about which one suits him best and will bring him most fulfillment. His focus is for it to bring him inspiration. Meaning he wants to be passionate and burn for his craft, he wants to go inspired to work every day and do something useful and meaningful. He also wants to be authentic, to be himself, to be free and have power in himself. Like have authority over himself? He can choose what he does, how he does it, etc.

2oW, 7oC, THP, PoS

His feelings on the complexity of idol performances

That they take lots of effort and skill. This also means u have to have discipline, u have to invest time, blood, sweat, tears even more, into it. You have to burn for the stage, and when you do you get rewarded. The stage rewards you. The screams rewards you. The praise rewards you. You feel loved and you feel like you did well. You grow and your confidence grows. I don't think he wants performances to get easier, he likes a got challenge and he like a good opportunity to prove himself and his abundant abilities.

The Chariot

Is he satisfied with the amount of freedom he has?

"What freedom?" Ugh😅 i was hoping for something more positive. But to be fair, he explains that even tho he doesn't have freedom he'd like to have thats what "pays the bills" for now - and i actually feel like a more accurate expression would be - serves the wine - cuz the money they get ain't just for bills its for buying cars and purchasing mansions. (I think he's someone that really appreciates money, idk how to explain it but i don't see a shame or something in him abut money like there is with lots of people, for example he has mentioned money several times in the entire reading, he's not focused on it tho, like its not all there is in his mind, but he also doesn't completely shut its existence or importance in certain matters and just makes sure to involve it as it is - a main piece of the picture). Back to the reading - he has much more to show, to offer, to create but the boundaries he finds himself within don't allow him to. I feel like mostly the beautiful and the light and the vanilla is allowed. Only thats approved. And i think he has tried to push (expand is a word he likes the sound more of🌝) the boundaries a bit but he was almost always met with a decline and until now things have been always kept in a pretty aesthetic package. So i wouldn't say he lacks complete freedom like he said in the beginning, he does have certain boundaries within he has freedom of creation but those boundaries have become way too small a long time ago and have begun to even feel suffocating, to the point he often loses his inspiration or desire to work on pieces or projects - as I've read in previous readings. But nonetheless - it pays WELL🌝

Death, 9oP, The World

Anything else he wants to add?

Yes!!! Stay tuned for my boys upcoming projects and look forward to him in the future he's gonna bring something new and fresh to the table and feed the innovation & diversity-starved!!! Basically - i believe he's already making place for something in the future, probably a solo or mixtape or something where he'll blow out mind. I suppose with their new contracts maybe he has negotiated more freedom to himself and his creative endeavors and is excited about the new creational power he now has/will soon have and what he'll do with it.

8oW, The Magician, 5oP, The Emperor

Also a quick disclaimer - the reading became more a channeled reading than a tarot reading so i hope it was still understandable and coherent.

[compassionatereminders]

I would like to vent if that's okay;

I had a Big Fight with someone I had treated as a friend, it persisted about half a year. I never fought with anyone before, because I'm typically a mellow person. But I snapped, because they called my little sister a very hurtful word. Over what ??? A fantasy game. Not to say their feelings weren't valid, but it was done in such a sense that I was astounded they'd equate a real life horror to a fantasy game, to the point they'd call my sister something so horrific. Little sister (22, maybe not so little), BTW, was only playing a character with - as expected - a tragic back story.

We fought. I acknowledged and apologized for having lashed out. I am not proud of how I acted, but I'm ultimately glad I did because I never had before, and I learned a lot about how I want to behave in the future.

I had tried to meet up with them at their request when the problem first arose, but they threw a temper tantrum and I ended up blocking them. I had tried to understand their side of things, but soon stopped giving much of a care when they began manipulating me, saying they tried to harm themselves, and that it 'wasn't my fault', the underlying comment being 'it wouldn't have happened if we weren't fighting'.

They also said if I wanted to be friends again, I had to stick to a set of rules they were putting down. I understand boundaries, but this felt like a manipulation tactic. Oh! They also harrassed one of my other friends, because I was talking to friend 2 more than them ! Saying, 'I dont appreciate how you're taking all of anons time.' Their excuse to me was that they were just feeling lonely and didn't know what else to do. I demanded they give friend 2 an apology, and it was very half-assed.

Anyway. I had unblocked them months later, we had a calmer conversation on the phone, and things were worked out.

Or so I thought.

I asked them if they'd ever consider apologizing to my little sister for what they called her - essentially, they said 'not unless she apologizes first. I don't know if she said anything bad about me, but I'm assuming she did, so I'm not apologizing until she does.'

My little sister did not, in fact, say anything mean. This person DID, and it was quite a prominent factor in the argument.

Anyway. I blocked them again. They were manipulative, took no accountability, and overlooked all their own wrongdoings so that they could continue painting me as a bad guy who didn't make any effort. I made the best effort I was willing to make, but remembering the line 'not until she apologizes first' makes me think I put more effort than I even should have.

No, I feel you. I would be furious if a friend of mine called my sister something horrible and then refused to apologize. Like that would be a deal breaker for me. I would be willing to consider that it could have been a heat of the moment thing if they apologized, but if they didn't, I would have an issue with them

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Hey TWEAM. Here's the request for Evan discovering just how much he likes choking you during sex. Gah...keep the horny requests coming. I love this shit 😘

Evan and I are laying in my bed and we are watching TV. Well, the TV is on anyway. We have no idea what we are even watching because we haven't been able to stop touching each other since we laid down together. We are kissing and half of Evan is laying on me. It feels good to take it slow, even though I want his so badly. There's something I have been wanting to discuss with him. I've been a little nervous to bring it up because I don't want to scare him. I know how timid he can be about sex sometimes and he is always so sweet and gentle. I have to beg him to be a bit rougher with me when I'm in the mood. I decide we are comfortable enough with each other now and I manage to work up enough courage.

As if Evan can read my thoughts, he shifts his weight on me fully and interlaces our fingers as he pushes my arm above my head. He starts kissing my neck and I moan softly. He picks a spot to suckle on hard and the sharpness of it makes me gasp. He nips and then he gently kisses the spot. Not yet being able to find my words to ask him for this, I take his free hand and place it on my throat. His sweet mind believes I just want him to touch me. So he caresses my jaw and rubs his thumb across my lips. I run my tongue over it and then I move his hand back to my throat. When he goes to move it, I hold it there. He pulls away and looks me in the eyes.

"Everything ok, babe?" He asks me with his brows furrowed. When I just stare at him, he raises his eyebrows at me "What's up?"

"Ev...I wanted to ask you for something and it might...it might be uncomfortable"

Evan tilts his head to the side and smiles at me. "Um, ok. You know you can ask me for anything, beautiful."

"Well, um, I'm just going to say it. I, uh, get turned on by choking" My voice is shaky

"You want to choke me?" His confusion makes me chuckle.

With a soft laughter in my voice I take his face in my hands and I say "No, sweetheart. I want you to choke me"

It's suddenly dead silent in this bedroom. He just blinks. He's not even really looking at me. I can see the wheels turning.

"Babe...what? You know I can't do that. What makes you think I could do that to you?" The confusion turns to panic. I quickly try to calm him down. He's rambling as I speak.

"Ev....Ev, baby, it's ok. It's ok, look at me. Look at me love. Hey. Look at me baby" I gently am able to turn his face to me. "I trust you" I put my hand on his chest and press. My words are worth repeating. "I trust you, Evan. You will not hurt me. You won't"

His eyes are shiny. He might be having an anxiety attack. I brush the hair from his forehead. I kiss his lips. I rub his nose with mine. He's gripping my hand like a scared child.

"We can go slow. Can we try it?" I plead with him. "This is something I crave and your hands are just so sexy and strong. Your long fingers wrapping around me as I cum." I moan and lift my pelvis to press against his.

His eyes close for a long time. Finally they flutter open and he takes a deep breath. He kinda looks like he wants to throw up. "Don't expect this to be what you want. I can't promise you anything" his voice barely a whisper.

I nod my head and smile "your effort to try this for me is everything"

"What, how..." He trails off

I move his hand to my throat again. His thumb finds my trachea and he applies light pressure. I moan and his eyes dart to my face. The look on his is serious. He's concentrating on my reaction. I press my hands on his ass and pin his pelvis to me. I want to know what's happening in his pants as he gets comfortable with this. "Again, baby" is all I say.

This time Evan kisses my neck, up to my jawline and then wraps his hands around my throat and he squeezes a bit. I squeak and I feel a little dick twinge. I let out a devilish little chuckle.

"Does my baby like that?" I coo in his ear. His hand squeezes harder. I lift my pelvis harder against him and this time he whimpers. I take it a step further "Choke me, daddy!!" I cry out.

Evan lets out a grunt and he squeezes me again, harder this time. His erection is in full rage now.

"Holy fuck" he growls in my ear. "Take your fucking pants off" And with that he rips my pants and panties off and pushes his pants down just far enough to release his big dick. Our shirts are still on. Why waste time with that shit.

Evan gets on his knees, straddling me on the bed. One hand is squeezing my neck and the other one has a stronghold on his dick. It's so hard when he pokes it against my entrance, that I gasp.

"Yea, you like that?" He squeezes harder. My face is red. I couldn't answer if I tried. But he's invested now. My sweet, timid Evvie is releasing his inner animal. "Answer me, you like that shit? You want me to fuck your brains out and choke you? My wet little slut"

Oh, fuck. This is exactly what I crave from this man. I let out a squeak since it's the only thing I can do.

He releases my neck and I gasp for air. My real color slowly coming back to my face. He's breathing so hard. He closes his eyes and opens them again. "Oh shit, baby did I hurt you? Oh shit. What am I doing?"

"Ev, honey. Do you feel how fucking wet I am right now. It's all for you baby." He stares at me as he enters a finger into my hole. I gasp and he moans.

"Am I doing this right? " He asks sincerely

"Yes. You are and It's what I need baby, please" my eyes are pleading.

He nods his head and this time he moves his hand up over my breasts and against my neck. His dick lost a little bit of hardness, but that's no longer an issue when I groan out his name. He kisses me and with his hand on my neck he slowly enters me. We both let out a string of moans at the feeling.

"Keep your hand on my neck, but when I'm coming I need you to choke me. Ok?" I say it sweetly.

He starts thrusting. He's hard and he's turned on and I don't think this is going to take very long. He cries it out "Oh, shit I'm not gonna last..."

He slips his free hand between our bodies and starts rubbing my clit in circles with the pad of his thumb. Thrusting hard, hand on my throat, getting me closer. He presses his thumb into my neck as he's rubbing my clit and I moan his name. "I'm close, Evan.."

My face gets red as he applies hard pressure to my throat. His face gets red from having to hold back jizzing inside me. His thrusts get slower but the circles he's massaging into my pussy stay the same and as I cum all over his dick he chokes me so hard, I honestly can't make a noise. My muscles clench around him and I dig my nails into his back. He can feel my wetness hit his dick as I squirt. As soon as he thinks I'm through my orgasm he lets go of my neck and the gasp for air that sends him over the edge is followed by his cries of pleasure. It feels so warm inside me. It seems endless. He's so turned on, he doesn't go fully soft right away. He just collapses on me, still fully inside me. Neither of us can speak. For different reasons.

He suddenly takes my face in his hands and starts gently leaving a trail of kisses across my neck. Then my mouth.

"Oh, shit. Shit..." He sounds desperate "Im so sorry, baby. I didn't think I would like it so much. I'm sorry if I hurt you...."

"Mmm I'm glad you liked it. You did amazing" I coo at him.

"I don't know if I can do that again"

"I won't ask for it all the time." I smirk at him.

Three days later, he asks me if we can do it again....

it’s here

[dovahkinniez]

UPDATE:

Hey, I am alive.

I've been so busy lately, and so tired. I will be writing when I'm free and have motivation, I don't want to post half assed stuff, especially if it's longer posts, I want to be able to actually write something worth reading for you all!

My messages are always open for a chat and my requests are open for ideas to post when I'm back properly or maybe small stuff (that I can post to feed you while not having to put much effort in at the same time)

Hope you're all good! 🤍

[the-firebird69]

You do have a half-assed national guard look and we were like a solid cover pant color and it's the pants and the t-shirt is like a light beige I would look like workers I will not armed

Lady from the dry cleaner

What sort of figured it out soon has this idea and they like it we like it too would have to be in there you're more like would have to be in there and we get it done you have the equipment the manpower and the people start hassling them for cleaning the place up just coming in get rid of them. So I'm thinking of doing it Minnesota is the national guard here is still pretty mixed we just need the equipment so our friend says you get together a test area similar to out here but not really here is not a great idea even near base so we decided something you do it out near base and then you do it further out of Base I'm going to do that and will call me an equipment as we need it my guy said those fields of it and we should liven it up and my people get a PO then start driving it up and if they approve my project and I think it came from them so they should approve their own idea be part of it came from them and really it's just to clean the trees out and the poop and stuff it's that's the idea and we have a plan for here and you can't go to DC it will ruin the country I am not people want that but find it's not really reasonable so I'm going to ask them and Mac was speaking about says he's asking his

Zues Hera

We agreed to what happens around the base is going to affect them and they can't have minor or major flooding nearby and all over Florida their bases would be flooded but they're small they're selling couple big ones that's three actually and they can do on base and then spread out off base it'd be good test and it is of course needed to have the equipment we want to see where Mac points out and how much equipment is needed and they cleaned up the basis of course and they're afraid of it flooded there's one in fort Myers it's like Northeast of the airport towards Lehigh acres and there's a whole bunch of canals no there's a few that the river floods so they want to do the river but we suggest to do the canals and you'll see why they need to do it I know why they need to do the river and it'll help them motivate themselves and others cuz we have to have somewhere to go and some people can't move like our son so I'm putting in the request now

Thor Freya

We have to get going on these ideas and our son and daughter suggest to hand it off to our sons and daughters younger ones everybody else is strapped and they can attack these projects and get them going and they're requested to talk to Hera if they get a stopgap cuz it happens and we can contact people like Frank Castle hardcastle Thor and Freya and they like it and they know it works and we're going to start doing that and we're going to do it now we need tons of oats out and debris and muck and we need to fertilize out there in the ocean all sorts of things it's great place to put it it's a terrific idea you put it offshore and it doesn't take too much effort and we are going to start revamping equipment anyways we need it fixed and Thor has a whole bunch of it ready and Freya and you're working on tons of it there's a huge number of it and we're going to sit down and discuss where and when and we're already on base and so in minorities and bja and Trump have some there not too many but enough to know what we're doing and they want to be bad no you know that's where they'd have to be and it's really nobody gets kidnapped and Tommy f he's a nutcase but he thinks it's more like might do something so we're going forward with it now it's a good idea and the dress code is a good idea it's almost like cities but it's not and they call it a city dress when you don't want to stand out but it's like City Workman dress and they wear the boots but everybody wears those boots and boy it doesn't look like much other than regular folk so we're getting to it and it's all of us anyways and if we need people to come in for protection we'll call him so we're moving out

Olympus

[dzpenumbra]

4/12/23

I slept pretty crappy. I got up, did my yoga, ate some cereal and passed out in my comfy chair for a few hours.

I tried to use the nap to reset the day, and had a lot of plans. I accidentally ordered a ton of yogurt last grocery order, for some reason it put a giant tub in my order when it wasn't on the list, like I accidentally clicked it or something. So I looked up recipes for meals that have yogurt in them. It's been a while since I've done some real cooking, might as well do it while I have the interest and I'm willing to put in the effort.

I scheduled a food delivery for after my nap, late in the afternoon. I woke up and worked on music until it got here. The guy picking out the groceries did that thing where they refund something off the order real quick right when they get to the checkout, so you can't request a replacement. Really not cool. It happened to be the beans I needed for a meal I was going to make tonight. So... I decided to prep some dried beans that I had in the cupboard.

I made the entire bag, boiled them, let them sit for an hour like the bag said.

I went up to get my groceries and take the recycling out. I haven't showered in 2 days. I've been stressed and sleep deprived and just didn't put in the effort. I don't like showering late at night, I'm afraid of it making a lot of noise and upsetting my neighbors. Like my upstairs neighbor vacuuming the night before Easter, like that. I may not really mind because I'm up late, but I'm sure sleeping neighbors might. So... I was a bit self conscious to start.

I get up to the breezeway and put my bags into the cart, and some kid comes up and asks me if he can have something. I looked up at him super confused. There were like... 5 or 6 kids in the breezeway, like... teenagers, it looked like. High school kids? Not college age, I know that. So... I took a double take, and was like... "what? You want some of my groceries?" And he had a half-smirk on his face and was like "yeah, can I get some of your food." And I made some crappy joke like "okay, I'll sell you something for like $10... groceries ain't cheap, dude..." And... really just tried to get the fuck out of there. The whole interaction was super uncomfortable. This was the first time someone has talked to me face-to-face in probably over two weeks. And he got like... a bit too far into my personal bubble. Like peeking in at my groceries and shit, it was really weird.

It's so odd to me being around people with little sense of boundaries, aloof, oblivious. It's so foreign, so alien.

They were all like.. trying all the doors and shit, it was... getting odd. So I excused myself to the door with my big-ass foldable cart full of groceries and... immediately I could tell they were going to piggyback off my keyfob entry. There were like... 5 boys and one girl, and when I asked if they lived here... the girl came up to me. She said she just moved in, but she was... really avoiding eye contact and being evasive. It was... off. I asked her what floor, she said "downstairs" when there are 6 floors. I asked which floor to clarify, she evaded. I asked what unit and she seemed sketched out, so I just pointed her to the callbox. I started to talk her through how it works, how you can just open it up and open the directory and search for your last name and it will call the resident's phone, and they'll buzz you in. I... assume that the buzzing in would work even if you're not in the building, I mean... it works through phones...

She didn't even get to the directory part, she touched the keypad once, kinda threw up her hands in frustration and left the building. I was just like... "sorry, we're not supposed to let people into the building..." And for a lot of the night, I felt like an asshole for that. Especially because right after that, some guy around my age was coming in clearly coming from the gym on property and I... let him in. XD

I felt guilty for a while. Have I really turned into... the buzzkill adult? The lame old guy? Fucking all the craziness in the world made me forget what it was like for them. How she's probably just trying to bring her friends to her new apartment when her parents aren't home so they can chill without it being weird. All 5 guys going over to 1 girl's apartment... alone... I've just... I've seen enough dark shit out there, and it kinda ruined the innocence of it all. Because, you know, it might not be... In my head, they were sneaking in, or stealing shit, or something. I don't know.

When she left the building, she was talking to her friend, saying something about talking to her mom and saying she was going to run away from home. I don't know what that was about. I'm guessing a passive aggressive way of saying "fuck you" to me, probably, cuz god knows she wouldn't have the balls to say that to my face. That would make sense.

I went down and made the meal. The beans were still hard, and I put way too much in, and... either I ruined the meal or the meal was just not good. And I ate a bunch anyway. And after a bit, I started to feel sick. I still feel sick now, and I've barely eaten anything today. It sucks. I had to throw out so much food. And I didn't start eating dinner until 1:30AM. But, more than that, I just feel like crap. Exhausted, gut rumbling, that thing where you smell something and it turns your stomach and you suddenly get really nauseous. Like... scooping that stew into the trash just brought me back to early mornings scooping dog diarrhea off the carpet and into the trash, and the association became really strong, and then every time I got a whiff of it afterwards... I came really close to puking.

So yeah, I just made ramen and I'm even struggling to eat that. But I need to eat food, all I've had is a bowl of cereal today.

So... today was a bit of a wash.

However... I recorded all the bass and programmed drums for nearly the entire song. Lots of progress. So, every cloud, right? It should be done tomorrow!

Now, I'm gonna make a mad dash to the toilet and pray that I'm not like... sick sick. -_-

[yanderenightmare]

this isn’t a request i just was wondering what you think about this 🤞 who do you think would be the scariest yandere? i feel like it would be hawks. something about him is just so eery, even down to his yellow eyes. him staring at me would be enough to send me to tears dude

yandere ! BNHA

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, abuse, nsfw, noncon/dubcon, mental disorders and complexes, not me treating this like a request, some depraved thirsty stuff ahead

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I whole-heartedly agree.

The scariest yanderes are the ones you don't really know too much about.

The ones that take time and effort to really understand.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi is a bit too lazy to be scary.

He lacks the energy to ever put any bite into his barks. Where even his barks lack any true threat.

That is, most of the time.

He's a bit cruel in bed though. Hurting you just for the hell of it with playful bites to your nipples and light slaps to soft flesh and making you choke on his fingers and cock as he pinches your clit. Pouting at you and teasing you when you whimper for him like a little crybaby.

But, none of that is what should worry you.

The thing for caution is that he's someone with too many potent sources of compartmented emotions. That, if you trigger just one of them, you're in for a bitch and a half of unstable cold rage.

It's as though he's got landmines.

Mention his parents, mention his scars, mention anything that reminds him of his failures and weaknesses and he'll flip out and hurt you for real.

It doesn't matter if you're being mean or sweet. He doesn't want your snippy little comments any less than your pity. And that look on your face as you cry for him as though he's lost something, making his heart twist in his chest is the worst of all.

Give him that look and he'll give you a real reason to cry.

Burns or a snapped wrist to make sure you learn your lesson and shut up. Even when he finds broken bones such a pain to deal with.

But, you'd be kidding yourself if you think he feels sorry afterwards.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

With Deku it's not too much about the fear of him harming you. It's more that he enjoys freaking you out a bit too much at times.

He's eerie and creepy and it all puts you on edge like that spider you never found again.

It's a respective fear, because he makes you feel as though he knows you better than you know yourself. Whispering what you're thinking into your ear. Touching you in those exact places that have you weak.

Where at the same time you haven't even the single slightest clue what's going on inside his head. And something about that just makes you feel as though you've lost already.

It's a type of hopelessness he puts you in.

You just feel so crushingly at a disadvantage with him.

But, if you're the type that needs proof to support your fear, then you'll learn to be wary of him as well as respect him once he shows you that putting you in your place is not something he's shy of doing.

He'll have your ass a pretty galactic purple and blue. Taunting you for how wet your little cunt is as he makes you cry out for cock.

You won't ever forget the amused and disturbingly happy look on his face once he saw you begging.

That's when you learned that the word scary had a smile.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Hawks is much like Dabi and Deku combined.

He's the lazy and laidback type where at the same time observing you with a hunter's grace.

But, where Dabi's troubled past has given him a Phaeton-complex and Izuku overcame his past only to develop a God-complex, Hawks has got an extra something that makes living with him similar to walking on broken glass.

Trust-issues.

Perhaps the most dangerous of all where it triggers such strong and painful and incontrollable feelings of betrayal.

He's never relied on anyone ever so he's prone to feeling that betrayal is imminent. That's why, if he so much as senses you're up to something, every single one of your words, requests and gestures will be analysed thoroughly.

Which is when he'll read too much into things and his paranoia gets the best of him. Where if he gets a single slightest thought of ulterior motives behind your actions, you're paying the price.

The good thing about Keigo is that once he's taken the edge off and the smoke has cleared from fogging up his thoughts. Once he's left back at square one with blood on his hands and you sniffling and huddled into the farthest corner of the room. Completely terrified of him. He at least has the heart to regret it.

He'll clean you up and rinse your wounds. Putting you back in bed. Whispering to you how sorry he is as he fucks you once again.

Though, this time softly with a pair of his thick fingers rubbing over you clit.

And the still stinging cuts on your skin is enough to make you act like you enjoy it.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Shoto too, is unstable. Where he doesn't always recognise his own feelings.

Having been isolated and detached as a child he's not quite learned what some feelings even mean. Which in turn means he doesn't know how to cope with them and will do the first thing that feels as though it might soothe the ache.

Whether that be crying into you for hours or bending you over his lap for some sense of control. He doesn't really question it.

Sometimes his face will hug your tits for hours. His tears soaking your chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Your hand carefully petting his hair while you whisper smooth soothing nothings into his ear.

Where other times he'll have spread wide beneath him on the bed. One of his hands between your thighs. Quirk softly activated as he slips his finger in and out of you.

Watching you blush with fever before shivering from the cold as he switches fingers. Liking how the steam begins trickling down your skin and fascinated by how you get all light-headed and clumsy.

You look really adorable under his mercy like that.

You come to learn that Shoto's like a thermostat.

Not just his quirk. But he himself as well.

And quite like a thermostat, you yourself is the one who has to adjust the temperature.

If you feel it's getting too cold, it's your responsibility to turn up the heat. Lest you want to feel yourself frostbitten.

And if things are becoming too scolding, you have to take it upon yourself to cool him down. Lest you want to get burned.

In other words, he's manageable with some effort.

But temperature is a dangerous thing if you're not paying attention.

TOGATA MIRIO

Mirio never stops smiling.

Even when you're growling and yelling and throwing things at him.

He'll just smile as the objects phase through his face and hit the floor behind him in a splintering crash.

Even when you're crying and backing up away from him. Desperately fumbling around to keep the distance.

He just smiles at you. Approaching you calmly until you've backed yourself up into a corner with nowhere left to go.

Even when he bends you over a pillow and splits you apart form the back. Your hands pulled behind you and your face smushed against the mattress.

He'll just smile as his thick cock bottoms-out inside you deep enough to have you panting. Smiling wider when your wetness starts to trickle down his thighs and even wider when you begin drooling.

Smiling when he has his hand in your hair in a tight merciless grip and his balls on your face as you kiss and suck on them like such a good obedient girl for him.

Smiling when you take his cock-head in your mouth and smiler wider when you gag as he stuffs your mouth full with his entire length, and even wider again when he spills his hot cum onto your tongue.

Petting your hair with the same sick smile as you swallow for him.

Smiling when he has your throat in a deadlock as he sinks you down on his lap and has you riding for life.

Smiling when you place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as he picks up the speed.

Smiling as you start resting against his chest when you just can't take how your stomach bubbles and toes curl and thighs flutter anymore.

Fighting is simply impossible with Mirio because you won't ever lay an abusive hand on him unless he allows it. All your punching and kicking and biting all simply help tucker you out as you flail around like an idiot, striking nothing but air as he activates his quirk.

And it's strange. Because, where you've grown to despise that sick smile on his face as he bests you time and time again...

The last thing you want is to know what he's like if that smile of his should ever drop.

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There are, of course, other yanderes that are scary as well...

Like those that don't tolerate uproars.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

Kirishima. The man. The muscle.

The control.

You wear what he tells you or you walk around naked with a collar on your throat. It suits you nicely since only animals fight authority.

You better kiss him good-bye and hand him his bento-box as he leaves for work in the morning. And greet him at the door and help him out of his jacket when he comes home.

You better make sure you look pretty for him too. And never frown. Unless, of course, it's to express worry when he gets back with nasty looking cuts you should be jumping to help him take care of.

And you better have cleaned the dishes and tidied the house and picked up after him and done the laundry and made the bed too as you won't have the time when he's with you.

And you better make your self useful in the kitchen. Oh, and deal with the fact the Eijirou likes his desert first. Where he'll sit on the floor inside the tent of your skirt and lick at your clit and drink down your juices while you cut the vegetables and marinate the meat for dinner like the good little housewife he kidnapped you to be.

Unless you want to be bent over the table and whipped with a spatula or a balloon-whisk and made to choke on and swallow the only dinner you're getting that night.

The choice is yours.

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

Please don't stress this man.

Don't fight, don't yell, don't ignore.

It isn't worth it. If this man isn't satiated with smiles and sweet nothings, he'll indulge like a glutton until you're a moaning whimpering sorry mess too exhausted to move sept for twitch.

Screaming will earn you a ball-gag. Refusing him will only result in all your limbs tightly secured. Rendering you completely immobilised.

Tits up and thighs spread and hands bound behind your back. With that sweet little thing you where so desperately trying to keep from him hopelessly displayed for him to do as he so pleases. Though now not as sweetly as he'd intended before you decided to make things difficult.

Same goes for if you dare ignore him, be prepared to be used to the point where all you can think feel and mumble is Tamaki as you lay shuddering in a wet pool of your own undoing.

You have ten fingers to worry about. Ten fingers he'll so often transform to long thick ribbons of calamari. Snaking around you as you whine out in disgust, trying so desperately at winding your thighs shut and your mouth closed.

But he's stronger.

Prying you open.

First one strapping your arms to your sides as it slinks around your waist. Reducing all your troublesome flailing to mere adorable struggling as you kick around in the air.

Second and third winding around your ankles. Spreading you wide. Zigzagging between your toes in a ticklish fashion even as you try your hardest at wiggling them free.

Fourth and fifth wrapping each their tit. Snaking around them like a boa squeezing prey. Flicking and sucking at your nipples.

And you're already feeling the treacherous warmth starting to brew in your belly. Even when you feel so shamefully disgusted.

The sixth one circles your throat. Leaving odd love bites in its wake as the tentacle slips your lips to choke out all those filthy little comments and protests you bite out at him.

Only adorable little whines and whimpers coming from you now with your mouth stuffed full as the seventh and eighth and ninth wiggle up your legs and thighs to reach your scared little sex.

One running over your clit making you curl into yourself as your whole body does a jump. The others licking through your slit, parting your lips and prodding at your opening until you're slick enough to allow them both entry.

And as though you didn't already feel full enough already...

The tenth comes slithering down your back, through your cheeks. Paying no mind to your sudden new spur of jerking. Kissing at your butt and gathering the wetness that's begun dripping from your stuffed cunt to slip inside your ass.

Now so overly stuffed that you don't know where you body ends and Tamaki's begins.

And he'll just sit on the couch and watch.

Like a puppet-master.

Plain look on his face as you struggle to compensate. Liking how the fight slowly leaves you as you grow more and more exhausted until you eventually just take it.

He'll decide you've had enough after some time. Placing your wet hot body down on the cool soft carpet.

Admiring how soft and passive you are after he's tuckered you out. Allowing you to rest for a little while as you lay there twitching though unable to move.

Until he thinks it's time you return the favour and satisfy him.

He doesn't mind if you still just lie there though.

He actually quite enjoys it that way.

When you're too exhausted to even think of fighting back.

TODOROKI ENJI

Do your chores, hon. That's the least of your worries.

Be pliant when he fucks you too harshly on his fingers unless you want ugly yellow-green-purple marks decorating your wrists as he crushes them in a cross behind your back.

After all, he does that for you. Prepping you, so that your frail little body doesn't tear in two on his cock.

You should be grateful and take him happily. And deep. And try to not think of how hot the cum filling you is. Or how much of it there is as it leaks from you and spills down your thighs.

It would be better for you to just let him do as he pleases.

Not that you have much choice either way. But, at least by being obedient you come out partially unscathed.

Just slump against his chest and try comforting yourself as as he sinks his warm fat rod into you.

Do that and he won't have you on your knees with your ass up and your face pushed down into the mattress. Or your arms forced harshly behind your back as he fucks into you with no regard to your pain or pleasure.

You should mind your manners before he doesn't simply stop at removing his belt, but decides using it on your bratty tush as well.

You'll be happy to receive his soft touches then.

You'd become an apologetic little sniffling crybaby, grateful for his warm hand petting over the rising welts on your ass and happy it's the only thing he's doing.

KAMINARI DENKI

Denki might seem childish. And he is in many ways. Just not in the harmless way you initially believed.

He's creative and alike a child seeks to live through his every fantasy. And you, his little barbie-doll, are going to be starring in every single one of them.

Maid-outfits with frilly aprons and dainty mobcaps. Garner-belt and thigh highs intricately latched to each other beneath. No underwear for easy access as he bends you over the table he first watched you dust clean.

Bunny-ears and cottontail-butt-plugs. He'll paint the tip of your nose bright pink and put a little golden bell on your collar. Listening to it jingle as he jack-rabbits into you from behind. Your little mock tail tickling his pelvis as he gnaws on one of the flops to your fake ears. Your leash tugged tight in his fist.

His merch. Chargebolt socks and tops and underwear all adorably bought just a size too small so that they squeeze into all your chunky areas. You'll look like an irresistible little fangirl and he'll fuck you like the good idol he is.

And, much like a child he'll throw a fit if you don't listen and indulge him in all his sick little fantasies.

He'll give you a little zap and watch your drool on the account of your fried brain as he continues to take what he wants.

He'll pop the cap off a marker and write down scores on your skin.

How many times he makes you cum is written on the inside of your thigh. How many times he cums inside you written just beneath your belly. How many times he fucks your face written on your cheek. How many times you swallow his load written on your forehead.

And so on and so forth until there isn't a single place on your skin without his scrawling.

He'll place you in front of the mirror once you come back to your senses. And tell you that you have a choice to make.

Either, his little slut score-board is all you'll ever be.

Or, you're his girlfriend that's allowed to go take a shower and get dressed for some aftercare.

Don't fuck with him. He's a complete psycho.

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Then, there's the yanderes that freak you out enough to piss yourself.

Only for you to learn are harmless after a while.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Yeah. He's big. He's built like a monster-truck weaponised with missiles. Sure.

He's menacing looking and all his words are like dropped bombs.

But, you realise quite early that he's not at all any interested in fighting you. Least of all, hurt you.

He does enjoy mocking you though.

He finds it funny when you try to uproar against him. He'll have this amused smile on his face as he pins you. Warm eyes looking down at you almost like he's admiring something.

And then he'll say something that just makes you feel all in all ridiculous.

Something alike how you're cute when you're angry. Before dismissing your little fight altogether by asking you what you would like for dinner.

Katsuki doesn't see any of your attempts at rebelling as threatening.

But you sure are annoying at times with your unrelenting snippy attitude and your constant reluctance. Almost like you're begging to be put in your place.

Sometimes, when his patience is paper-thin after a long day at work, he'll give you a little reminder of how small you are compared to him.

At that point all he wants is to make you squirm as he proves to you just how well he knows all the little things that have you melt into a good little grateful puddle beneath him.

He'll call you a liar when you shake your head and whine out how you don't like it, even when you're so obviously riding his fingers and bucking against him like a desperate little freak.

He just grins at you and kisses your forehead as he curls his fingers, once more proving who's in charge by making you cum.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Shigaraki fucks you with a smile. Thrilled to have his dick wet and gleeful to see you cum for him.

And other than that, he doesn't really mind what you do.

He leaves you to your own devices while he preoccupies himself with his own things. Turning in his gaming-chair every once in a while to check on you.

Often tempted to cum on pretty face or fuck your cute cunt.

Sometimes wanting you cock-warming him like an adorable little flesh-light as he continues his online battles. Liking the smell of your hair and how your pussy starts squeezing on him for attention after some time.

Other times wanting your warm wet mouth on him. Shooting rope after rope deep into your throat as he takes another win on the screen in front of him. Eating you out for a post-win prize.

Throwing insults at him and fighting back and plotting escapes only results in making him laugh into your little face before grabbing you and fucking you a little harder than usual.

He'll make you cum a few too many times more than what you can handle for good measure until you're just a passed-out mess in sticky sheets.

And then he goes back to gaming.

Oh, but if you dare annoy him with your bitching and whining when he's mid-game...

You should prepare yourself to be strapped down on the bed like a starfish. Underwear gagging you with a vibrator mercilessly set to max on your clit.

He'll come remove the gag a few of times an hour to hear what you have to say for yourself.

Forgiving you with a smirk and a kiss once you promise to never act out again.

TIP-JAR

[your-fave-adopted-you]

Hello!

Can I make a request with the guardians who find out that in another world fem!MC didn't have a good father figure? She has suffered psychological trauma and is afraid of men. Therefore fem!MC literally cries every time the guardian shows concern for her or gives her some kind of gift, because her father never did it.

Thank you for considering my request!

— anon🍤

We're really in it for the daddy issues huh, anon? well, same.

Guardian! School staff + fem! Mc with a shitty father back in her Home- world

Characters : Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas

TW : Crowley being delusional. Slight mentions of emotional abuse.

Context : (y/n) is always doing her best as both a student and a classmate, helping people all the time and studying must be exhausting! her guardian knows that, and as recognition for her efforts, he sends her a gift. (Not Trein tho, he has enough kids to notice somethings wrong right away)

But wait, why is she frowning like that?

Dire Crowley

Oh! what a good student you are! what a kind classmate, no doubt!

of course all thanks to your amazing role model.

You're such a good kid! you never complain when your beloved dad asks for tiny little favors!

unlike your crusty, musty, almost rodent- excuse for a roommate

Ah, yes! such a great attitude is worthy of a sweet, sweet reward, right?

when you go back to Ramshackle after your classes, you notice a package in front of the door.

it has a note on it.

"Like father, like daughter! thanks for being such a great example for the others, (y/n)! ( please, open this inside)"

it also has a little poorly drawn picture of himself smiling and waving in the back of it.

when you get inside and you open it, it has ten claw-shaped silver rings, similar to the ones your guardian is always wearing.

you put them on one by one, and stare at your hands for a while.

you're frowning.

in fact, you feel your cheeks get warm, your eyes water.

what is this?

Crowley literally spawns out of nowhere, from behind you.

He rushes to see what's wrong.

you don't even question his presence, i mean, it's Crowley.

he's probably been there for a while, just to see your genuine, grateful reaction to his amazing gift!

and now you're crying.

"Are you okay, y/n ?? Does it hurt your skin???" he says noticing you're not wearing gloves underneath. "wait you're not fae either way... what's wrong????"

Your weird-ass dad is worried sick and that only makes you more emotional.

you two sit down on one of the couches.

You see, Crowley is not the best person on earth, let alone guardian.

In fact, in a lot of ways he's very questionable.

you knew that.

And still he was so much better than your actual father back home.

He had never ever insulted you, or shouted at you while he watched you cry.

It's true that sometimes he could be a little off-putting, but you never felt the need to be alert in his presence.

And when he gives you a gift it's not something he doesn't want, hell, it isn't any kind of up-front payment for any favor.

it wasn't an apology.

it was just a gift.

and for some reason, there's something so heartbreaking about that notion, there's so much grief that you're feeling, and have no idea of what to do with it.

so things like this do happen, huh?

you didn't want to think you hated men. it was stupid to hate half of the population.

And yet you always found yourself avoiding your teachers, and many students, except for Epel, for some reason.

Crowley was a good reason as to why believe that men in general were straight up sketchy.

And still, there he was. Silently by your side. waiting for you to let it all out. (confused, but trying)

Maybe he wanted to hug you, he wasn't sure if he should.

You just covered your face with your clawed hands.

Once you were done crying, you looked at them silently.

you weren't alone anymore. And the tears shining as they slid off the silver were proof of that.

By the way, Crowley is finally researching how to reach your world, but just so he can punch your father in the gut.

Divus Crewel

In Crewels eyes, you were the perfect kid. No questions asked.

You were always sincere about anything he asked you regarding his appearance.

"What do you think about this new tie, y/n?" "Do you think the socks and my coat are mismatched today? i have the impression..." "Hey, pup! is it noticeable that I'm wearing scarlet gloves today, instead of the usual crimson?"

Also, you showed to be quite determined and responsible, which was amazing but,

you were always alone, for some reason.

Anyone would think you were just very shy and introverted.

He kinda knew there was more to that but he also thought it would be better to let you open up to him about that subject.

also, you kept asking him to do your projects alone, in potionology, alchemy and so on, you always insisted in not having a partner, stuff like that.

even with this habit of taking all the work to yourself, you had pretty decent grades, so he decided to buy you a gift.

after your last class of the day, your guardian texts you, he has a surprise for you, so come see him!

When you do, he's waiting for you holding a beautifully wrapped box.

you open it and....!

there's a plushie of a puppy inside!

"Do you like it, pup? would you at least let him accompany you?"

you stay silent.

"it reminded me of you... Hey, are you okay?"

Why are you holding the plush like that, sinking your fingers on it? so tight that it looks like you want to suffocate it?

And why isn't Crewel immediately asking for something in return?

why does he look actually concerned, instead of expecting?

And most important, why are you asking yourself that?

"how much did it cost...?" you ask faintly.

"Why would you ask me that? y/n, are you okay?"

"Sorry, i didn't mean to-" and there they are, the tears that had been blurring your vision.

Since you got here, on Twisted Wonderland, no one has really treated you like back at home.

The boys tend to be kind and chaotic, and if they try to tease you they're immediately scolded by the teachers.

Right, the teachers. Your new guardian, Crewel never treated you with disrespect, he didn't scream at you like your father did, he was sassy on occasion, but he never insulted you.

But you weren't as relieved by that as you thought you should be, so

why were you so mad? so enraged?

why was your blood boiling while you stared at the cute puppy you were holding?

Because you had always deserved that, that's why.

Because it's right now, and not sooner, that you're finally experiencing the treatment you had always deserved.

Because you didn't even know what was it like to be loved and appreciated by your father, you only knew that yours was failing you at that.

you finally let yourself cry like a baby, Crewel, unsure of what to do, hugs you from the side and lets you complain about how you hated how your father back at home treated you.

You thank him for the gift and finally express your issue with men in general, you had to grow wary of them as a result of your home life.

next day you suddenly have a partner for the next upcoming project, and it seems like it's a certain someone that is more than glad to help you, and that will be patient no matter what.

Mozus Trein

I tell you, this man knows what's up.

He got really mad at you once, you kept dozing off during his lesson and threw a tiny piece of chalk at you.

obviously it wasn't meant to hurt you or anything

but your reaction was... strange.

just by raising his hand he noticed that you were... a little startled.

you flinched even before the chalk flew towards you, like if you fully expected it.

It was the first and last time he did that, because he didn't quite like that look on your face.

also, you apologized a little too many times about that.

For goodness sake, you hadn't killed his cat or anything.

So yeah, he kept an eye on you after that.

He noticed that you didn't like to hang out with your peers, it was strange

Because personality wise, you were nothing like, let's say, mr.Shroud.

Today, you're not even looking at him in the eye.

Suspicious.

when he asks about homework, you mutter that Grim ate it.

Now, don't misinterpretate this situation ok?

he believes you

But Grim is your roommate, you LIVE WITH HIM

listen. you know him. YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER THAN PUTTING YOUR HOMEWORK IN A PLACE WHERE HE COULD REACH IT.

It's your responsibility yk you're the one living with a literal monster.

As scary as Mr.Trein sounds, the rest of the students are laughing their ass off behind their books

and i don't blame them.

but you're starting to get a little too upset.

So you get up and and go away.

you were crying. literal tears???? but why????

he had only raised his voiced a little.

It wasn't even that big of an issue-

why were you crying???

you're more embarrassed than upset ngl

when the lesson ends you're a bit more calm, and he calls you in.

He knows that you've been crying.

You know he knows.

what a mess.

after apologizing a million times for leaving earlier, he finally asks you directly.

was he really that scary?

Since you've had time to think, you explain what kind of home life you had before and that in retrospective, it may had fucked you up a little bit.

after a very uncomfortable silence, maybe you can't tell-

But his gaze has softened.

"y/n, dear... that is not going to happen again, and I'm personally responsible for your wellbeing so, if i try and show more patience, could you perhaps gift me some of your trust?"

yeah it's definitely easier said than done.

Still, the following days every time you fuck up he will teach you how to do things right, instead of angrily asking you why you didn't get them right in the first place.

it's a little step at a time, but you're already feeling better.

Also, Grim is a great ice breaker, you find out that half of your classmates are straight up himbos.

you're safe here.

Ashton Vargas

this is yet another overly proud dad.

he will refer to himself as your dad no matter what. you're his kid now alright.

Truth is, you two don't have a lot in common, at least interest-wise.

but he appreciates you for always trying your best.

lately he had noticed you yelling obscenities at the tv.

you're not really into sports but you've been watching the sport's channel a lot.

turns out there was certain team from certain academy that you ABSOLUTELY DESPISED

so you watch their competitions just to pray on their downfall. It's really satisfying seeing them lose especially since they are so popular.

Ashton finds this so entertaining omg

It's almost as funny as watching the first time Mr.Ashengrotto tried to get on a broom.

next weekend he surprises you with two tickets to their next game!

you are so excited!!

since the very minute the game starts you insult them every chance you get, every time they mess up.

your guardian is also having the time of his life seeing you so invested.

Dad is so proud of his little hater girl!!!

suddenly the crowd goes silent.

there's so much tension in the air!!!

AAAAAAND BY 3 POINTS THOSE ASSHOLES HAVE LOST!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!

you jump and cheer, to no one in particular actually.

then he notices you're tearing up a little.

"what's wrong? did you actually want them to win???" he shouts so you can hear him

you look at him as tears run down your face, at first you have a big smile on your face but then...

Your guardian can be a little too much at times.

He can be tiring, sometimes he can be very hard headed.

But he always means well.

Since you got to twisted wonderland, he's the one you come after when you're scared, or tired, or sad.

he's very good at being a dad!

oh you can tell.

because never in your life you would be living a moment like this back at home.

it's a bittersweet feeling, really.

Because your own father could not even treat you like a person with, actual feelings most days.

And then, this teacher that knows so little about your previous life is so open to help you whenever you need, to lift up your spirits and push you to be better...

when you arrived you were intimidated by the rest of the school staff but honestly this man has made everything easier.

is it enough reason to feel so moved?

maybe, who knows...

you will tell him everything he should know about what kind of challenges you went through

but now,

right now,

This stupid team that you hate so much has lost yet another time.

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

all these "annoying" ask are so sweet. so can we have a reader who can't sleep so they annoy sevika out of boredom 😭💕

also no rush— and i adore your writing <33

They are, it's consuming every thought in my head and I can't think of anything else abugnrugr (so sorry for the other late requests, i'm trying i swear)

Thank you for the compliment, I'm so glad you like my stuff! Thank you for the request :)

This woman is a sweltering heater and you are an icebox. She hates when you rub your cold feet against her legs, something you love to do because it amuses you like nothing else when she recoils, shrinks as much as her large body will allow and damn near falls off the bed in her effort to get away from you

It doesn't end well for you because she'll strip you of your blanket, wrapping it tightly around her and leaving you to freeze until you have to shove yourself under her to retain some body heat

Actually all you'd have to do is press your cold hands to her cheeks and she'd wrap you in the blanket like it's a straight jacket of her own making, forcing you to calm tf down and lay there until you sleep

( @alcinas-darling this is for you) If she does happen to be wearing a shirt to bed, it'll end up riding up her belly sometime into the night. It just so happens that you can't sleep and her stomach is right there, begging for a poke. One doesn't satisfy you and the squish of her tummy alleviates the boredom so that's what you occupy your sleepless moments with

"Stop that." Sevika's eyes remain shut. From the sound of her voice, she's just barely teetering on consciousness, held back from that blissful fall into darkness by your grabby fingers. "I can't sleep." It's spoken as if it's valid justification for your disturbance of her rest. "So sad. I don' care." Her mouth hangs open on the last word, soft snores already threatening to come out. An exhausted Sevika is an adorable sight to see but an annoyed exhausted Sevika is even more entertaining. Your fingers dance across a sensitive part of her stomach until her skin goes taut and she groans, dramatically turning away from you and reaching behind to whack you with a pillow she keeps specifically for that use.

If you annoy her with touching, she's slapping your hands, each hit harder than the last as you giggle in between 'Ow's

Irritating her when she's still half asleep is a dangerous thing because her subconscious will take over and she'll be casually trying to kill your ass

You're squeezing her nose? She doesn't even open her eyes before using your pillow to start smothering you effortlessly

She will definitely annoy you back if she's in the mood. Her nose is running? She'll use your hand to wipe it as you scream

There's a hc somewhere that she grew up with brothers so she plays dirty

I don't know how bathing works in Zaun, but even if they had consistent access to clean water, I imagine there would be times she's just too tired to bathe. If you try anything during those nights, you're getting put in a headlock under a sweaty armpit

"Nononostopstopstop-" A ghastly scent invades your nose and your eyes cringe shut at the sweat stained armpit pressed against your face. "Sevika!" "What?" She's enjoying your whines a little too much. "You don't want to cuddle with me?" Your girlfriend is a dick and begins moaning about how hurt she is, how unappreciative you are, she works so hard for you, blah blah blah. When she finally releases you from her hold she's laughing as you cringe and wipe your face on the blanket. She'll make a show of sniffing her armpit. "Smells fine to me."

The woman doesn't have any shame and I think you guys underestimate her ability to annoy you too

If there's anything you find gross, she's storing that information away for later

Y'all are gonna hate me for this one but she's gassy. Food stalls in Zaun just seem like they'd destroy your stomach, even the ones that grew up eating from them

You would be banishing her from the bedroom when her stomach's upset, so sorry Sevika

As an apology for that last hc, here's a fluffy morning drabble with Sevika

You wake encompassed by a delicious heat offset by the chill in the air. Said heat took the form of your dozing girlfriend, still blissfully snoring and blowing hot air directly into your eyes, repeatedly displacing a lock of hair that keeps settling over her lips. In your irritation, you half hope she inhales the strands and chokes herself awake so you don’t have to suffer alone.

Regardless of your misplaced annoyance, your bear of a girlfriend wasn’t what woke you. Light streams through the blinds, a particularly spiteful ray settling directly over your eyes, the culprit of your disrupted rest. The shop next door must have turned on their lights for another bustling day in Zaun.

A husky chuckle next to you has you squinting up at your girlfriend who always seems keen on your suffering lest she miss a good source of entertainment. Lines crinkle at the sides of her eyes and they peacefully drift closed, devoid of the pesky light. Your face has scrunched into the pout that usually settles there when you’re “being bitchy,” as Sevika puts it. You’re about to show her bitchy if that thick, muscled arm doesn’t get off of you and stop restricting your movement.

“‘Vika, move.”

“m’comfortable like this, thank you.” The shit-eating grin was so palpable in her voice that you didn’t need to see it to know it’s there, not like you could. Her hold tightened as you squirmed, preventing you from rolling out of the malicious light. 

“I’m gonna start kicking in a second- '' If you were able to untwine your legs from hers, which she promptly put a stop to by pushing yours into the mattress with warm, muscled flesh.

“I am so afraid.” But she drags you closer to her chest and into blissful darkness.

The scratchy lettering of her sweatshirt rubs against your face as you angrily nuzzle against her. It’s one you got her, a faded gray with just a simple “Gay” adorning the front. It had taken a while to get her an oversized one, something that would be comfortable enough to sleep in on the colder Zaun nights. Something that didn’t rip every time she flexed, as she was wont to do in any new clothing you got her. Your mastermind plan had been to let her wear it until it acquired her scent and then it would mysteriously find itself in your closet.

Her side was looking a bit scarce lately, so maybe you should hold off to avoid suspicion. Like she doesn’t have eyes to clock every minute you spend in her clothing.

Sleep fails to evade you in her warm embrace, your head tucked securely under her chin and a thumb rubbing lazily over your back. In a blink it’s late into the morning. You feel Sevika tense beside you before relaxing, likely realizing it’s her day off. She’s not used to the concept and it’s you who started making her take vacation days. It was a matter you took up with Silco directly, making Sevika feel like a child as you barged into his office, ignoring her and informing him which days were off limits. 

“Idiot.” You mutter, sleep thick in your voice. 

“Fuck off.”  This earns her a sloppy kiss, clearly startling her from the way her mouth and eyes snap open. Her head wrenches to the side with a groan, keeping you at bay with her flesh hand on your forehead. “Your breath fucking stinks.”

“I’m so sorry, Sevika-” Your exaggerated, breathy apology makes you cough and you ensure it’s in her direction. 

“Good, choke.” The bed dips as she turns her back to you to settle onto her side as if that would discourage you. Naturally, you swing a leg over her hip, unnecessarily scrambling for purchase as you climb on top of the older woman. “Get the fuck off me.”

“Someone is not a morning person.” You tease, using your other leg to wedge between hers. You’re met with silence. An elbow drives into your gut when you hoist yourself on top of her, hard but not hard enough. With a dramatic plop, you’re now facing her again with a honeyed smile. 

“Morning, handsome- nonono-'' You realize too late that you've fallen into her trap when her lips tug up in a smirk, and then she’s pushing you over the edge, snickering as you grip her shirt desperately. A foot hits the ground in an attempt to gain stability, a bang rattling the room and surely waking the people below you. Sevika’s burying her face in the pillow to muffle her cackles and you take the time to scramble back onto the bed while she’s distracted. When she comes up for air, your glare does nothing but set off another round of giggling. Devious bitch.

“You’re such a dick.” The scars on her cheek twist and stretch from her wide smile. Your fingers go to trace them and end up tucking messy, sleep-tousled hair behind her ear. She’s grinning at you like you hung the moon for her, eyes alight in mischievous rapture that she hasn’t felt in years. Hell, if ever.

“Morning, handsome.” You try again softly.

“Morning.” Pink dusts her cheeks but you can’t look away from her eyes. A lopsided smile adorns her face and puts those gap teeth on display. Her nose bumps into yours as she not-so-subtly shifts her face closer. Your eyes dart between hers, waiting.

“...Morning? That’s all I get?” Your gruff tone has her rolling her eyes, wondering why the two of you can’t have one peaceful morning without bickering. You were lucky she loved you.

“Yeah, that’s all you get, brat.”

[fruitcoops]

Hello! I just went through the entirety of your coops fics because I was in a very major coops mood. The most recent one is also absolute gold, I loved it so much! If inspiration ever strikes you, might I request some more of ✨sexually charged✨ (if that is the word) pre-coops? I'm in love with the way you write the tension between them! (And they certainly don't always have innocent thoughts about one another pre-dating, jeez Remus "maybe I'd like him to push me up against the stalls when he's energized" Lupin) I hope you have a great day, no matter what you do with this ask obviously and thank you for all your amazing writing!!:) Also, apologies for my English!

Fic O'Ween Day 2: Moonlight! This is more cute and sweet, but there are certainly some moments where they need to go to horny jail. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for momentary impure thoughts (gasp!)

You Have One (1) New Message From: Sirius Black

Remus nearly choked on half a sandwich as he snatched his phone off the desk with a glance to make sure the door was closed. Despite his best efforts, it was scientifically impossible for him to keep down a blush when Sirius was involved. The last thing he needed was someone wandering in while he was at his most embarrassing.

Are Pots’ pads in the storage closet?

And then, two seconds later:

Good morning : )

Remus ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. He received a dozen similar messages from the team every day, but there was something about Sirius that made his heart skip a beat after even the simplest question. Maybe it was because he could hear Sirius’ voice even through the screen, his accent curling around each word. Maybe it was because he could see that shy smile in the emojis that always, always accompanied a text from the captain. Maybe it was because Sirius was the one person he wanted to kiss until they were both blue in the face.

New Message To: Sirius Black

No, Pots’ pads are drying in the ice room.

And then, after two seconds of thought:

Morning : )

“Pull it together,” Remus muttered to himself as his stomach flipflopped. He checked the time, cursed, and set his phone facedown on the desk. Less than ten minutes of his lunch break remained—he would be lucky to get five with the team’s track record of terrible timing.

Sirius was laughably out of his league, famous, and straight. Remus’ poor, romantic little heart didn’t seem to get that memo. It was kind of mortifying, actually—he was afraid he’d start doodling their initials in tiny hearts on the corner of his notes like a fucking middle schooler soon.

Remus groaned under his breath at the thought and let his forehead thud against the top of his desk. Feelings were a nightmare. Curling up under his desk like an elderly fox dying in the woods was sounding better with every passing moment.

“Fuck.” He checked the clock again—six minutes until the end of his lunch, eleven until Kasey’s appointment. He cast one more baleful glance to his sandwich before sliding it back into his lunch bag and dragging himself upright.

--

“I almost have it, stop twitching!”

“Well, maybe if you moved your ass—”

“Hey, guys, I—oh.”

Sirius froze and felt James do the same.

“Should I…” Remus trailed off, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Should I come back, or…?”

“No, no, you’re good,” James assured him. His weight rocked back and Sirius gritted his teeth as a heel dug into his shoulder. Of all the humiliating positions to be found in, Remus had to walk in when he was playing the illustrious role of human stepstool. Fantastic.

He tried to fight his blush when Remus looked down at him, a laugh ticking at the corner of his mouth. “I thought you were looking for pads?”

“We are.” Sirius bit back a groan when James’ foot found a bruise from the last game. “Couldn’t find them.”

“Yeah, no, I got your text. But why are you looking up there?”

“We checked everywhere else.”

“Why would I put your pads in a place I can’t reach?”

A beat of silence passed. “I guess we didn’t think of that,” James mused before stepping back onto the floor with one last dig of his bony heel into the small of Sirius’ back.

“Ow—”

“Don’t be a baby.”

Sirius got to his feet with as much dignity as he could muster and dusted himself off, offering a strained smile to Remus. He was in his usual (adorable) uniform of khakis and a polo—blue today, softening the pale gold of his skin—and waited patiently for them to finish in the doorway to the ice baths. “We checked in the storage closet,” Sirius explained. “For the pads. They weren’t there.”

Obviously, or else he wouldn’t have found you two doing a Dumb and Dumber skit. Remus, to his credit, seemed rather unfazed as he turned to James. “Did you check the towel drying racks?”

“The what?”

“How are you alive?”

“Stubbornness and healthy living,” James said brightly.

Remus just shook his head with a grin, his soft curls falling over his forehead. Sirius wanted to squeeze him. “I don’t get paid enough for this. C’mon.”

Sirius trailed after him without hesitation, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Remus’ left ear. Not his (strong, lean) shoulders or his (perfect for holding) waist or his (god bless the inventor of khakis) rear end. Left ear. The left ear was safe, bland, and—and—

And there was a small freckle near the tip that Sirius wanted to kiss. And the short-cropped sides of Remus’ hair just brushed it like a halo. And, and, and, because Remus Lupin could never be just one thing. There was too much good about him. Sirius had known it from the moment he realized he’d do anything for a single smile from those lips.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He startled, glancing down at James. “Why?”

James shrugged. “I dunno, you seem distracted.”

“Maybe you should be more entertaining.”

That got him a grin and an elbow to the ribs; Sirius smiled, ducking his head with it. James was like that, too—so much good condensed into a best-friend-sized package. God, he could hear the ‘package’ jokes James would make if he ever said that aloud. From anyone else, it would have been irritating.

Remus paused by the door with a flourish of his hand. “Ta-da! Pads drying on a drying rack. Who would have thought?”

Sirius’ cheeks heated as James let out a bark of laughter. Embarrassment never seemed to affect James, unless it came from Lily. He watched as James slung an arm around Remus and planted a wet kiss to his cheek, and tried not to acknowledge the hot spark of want in his belly. Remus was nice. Remus wouldn’t think anything of it if Sirius did the same. The problem was, Sirius wasn’t sure if he could stop himself once he folded.

“Next time, check your phone instead of playing ladder for Thing One, eh?” Remus teased, twisting a dry towel in his hand before patting Sirius on the chest.

Sirius choked a noise back at the last possible second.

Remus blinked. His butterscotch lashes fluttered once before his eyes settled on Sirius’, curious and deer-soft and full of the intensity, the pure focus, that Sirius admired above most other things. He had been studied his whole life and never once been seen quite like that.

Remus’ hand was still on his chest. His brow furrowed. Sirius was acutely aware that he was still holding his breath; his mouth watered at the thought of pressing a light kiss to that worried crease, the scrunch of his pointed nose, the slight downturn of his lips. The uninvited image of where else that furrow-scrunch combination might appear (on his mattress, healing hands curled in the sheets, bright in the moonlight like Remus deserved and stop it stop it stop it) sprang to mind before Sirius could divert his attention. He was morbidly grateful for his loose basketball shorts.

A light jab to the chest shocked him from his daydream. “That hurts?”

“…huh?”

Remus poked him again, dead center over his right pec. “You made a noise. What’s wrong?”

“I—um, I was—” Words. He needed words. What’s a word? “I was on bench rotation. Tired. Tired muscles. Non, nothing wrong.”

Remus snorted. “Being a baby, then, got it.”

The far door flew open and Sirius flinched, but Remus’ attention was already gone and James was shaking his skates at him like a dog’s leash. “Yo, it’s showtime, stop hogging my Loops.”

“Captain privilege, I get first dibs,” Sirius countered with a wry smile, even as something in him twitched at my Loops. Maybe it was his imagination, but Remus looked rather pleased.

“You have to stop using that excuse to get whatever you want.”

“Someday you’ll understand.”

“Hey.” Remus touched his elbow and Sirius stopped on a dime. He wound the towel around his hand once more, offering a smile that was half-concern, half-assurance. “Tell me if that muscle keeps acting up, okay? Powering through won’t help if you pulled something.”

As if Sirius would ever pass up an opportunity to talk with him. Was it unethical to fake an injury? “I will,” he promised.

“Solid.” They bumped fists and Sirius gave a dramatic shake of his hand, just to watch Remus roll his eyes. “I’ll see you at four. Remember to—”

“—ice 30 minutes before and bring Tylenol for after,” he finished, nodding along. “I got you, Loops.”

Remus’ next breath was a bit sharper than usual, smoothing on the exhale with a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

“Captain!” James hollered.

Sirius smiled through the urge to lock his best friend in a storage closet. “Four o’clock.”

“See you there.”