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Potion - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 4,490 Warnings: fluff, angst, reader is referred to as henderson before nicknames are thrown, Requested: no | yes; requested by the amazing @fandom-princess-forevermore !! this request has been sitting in my inbox for months, and i've finally gotten around to it! i hope you enjoy it, bby!! Smut: no | yes, 18+ MINORS DNI; oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (pls wrap before you tap), missionary, cowgirl, doggy, sitting up(? i no idea what the name of this position is, lol), shower A/N: Hi, friends! I had a time writing this fic, lol. I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in while; I've been more into reading books than I have fics, or writing fics. Let me know what you thought! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Steve Harrington Playlist

They say that everything happens for a reason, right? Well… that question and thought has been running through your head all day long at the prospect of hearing and seeing the fireworks at the show The Party has invited you to.

Groaning as you flip over in bed, you could feel your anxiety creeping up on you just at the thought alone of being near Lover’s Lake in a few short hours.

Your anxiety increased tenfold as the phone rang, the noise causing you to jump out of your skin. Getting up out of bed, you sauntered over to the phone that was on your dresser, yawning as you picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“You’re coming to pick me up, right?”

“For what?” you asked, trying to play dumb.

“For the fireworks!!”

Pulling the receiver from your ear, you blinked at the loud voice on the other end before putting the earpiece back to your ear. “Yes. I’ll come pick you up. What time is that again?”

“They start at sundown, which is - what, 8:30? So, pick us up at around 6 so that way we can get everything set up.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at six.” You hung up the phone before they could request anything else, like you getting them snacks from the gas station or grocery store.

Jumping out of your skin again, you placed a hand over your heart and made your way to your front door, opening it to peek outside, only to see Steve standing there with a to-go coffee cup in hand.

“Oh, my stars, you’re the best,” you said, opening the door a little more. “Get in here.”

Chuckling, Steve made his way inside, giving your forehead a kiss as he walked by. “Did you just get up or something?” he asked.

“Yeah. The kids called and basically reminded me about picking them up for the firework display tonight,” you replied, closing the door and walking into the kitchen where Steve stood. “It’s giving me anxiety just thinking about going.”

“Why?”

Looking up at him, you could also see the same anxiety in his eyes that you felt. “Because of the loud noises and the flashes. Steve, we just survived another stint in the Upside Down. I’m having stupid flashbacks again.”

“And what did I tell you about having them?” He walked over to you, rubbing his hands gently up and down your arms. “To call me. No matter the time of day.”

Sighing, you leaned your forehead against his chest. “I know. But with you working, I don’t want to call the video store and get you fired, or have your parents mad because the phone’s ringing in the middle of the night.”

“Hey, don’t worry about Keith or my parents. They don’t matter at that moment. You do.”

Looking up at him, you smiled a little. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the bestest friend a person could have?”

Smiling back at you, Steve replied, “Every day since the third grade.”

“I mean it, Steve.”

“I know.”

The small smile that grazed your lips into a full fledged smile. Steve made you one of the happiest people on the planet, and you made him the happiest person on the planet.

“How about this?” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders. Rubbing your upper arms, he explained, “Why don’t we just drop the kids off at Lover’s Lake, then we’ll go back to Family Video and rent a couple of feel good movies, go back to my house and have a little Fourth of July celebration of our own.”

Sighing, you said, “That sounds wonderful.”

“What sounds wonderful?” your mom asked.

“Having a quiet night with Steve, celebrating the Fourth with a movie and some popcorn,” you explained. What you didn’t explain or want to say was Steve and I are having a night in because the boom of the fireworks will cause me to go into panic because of our experience in the Upside Down, but you didn’t. Your mom didn’t need to know everything.

“Oh, won’t that be nice?” she smiled. “Steve, it’ll be nice to have you around for the night. Your best friend here has been so lonely.”

“Oh, my goodness, mother,” you sighed, walking into the dining room to lean against your hands, which you placed on the table, your head hanging between your shoulders.

Although your mother didn’t know that you could still hear her when she said to Steve, “Talk to her about her nightmares, Steven. She wakes me up screaming at night.”

Crossing his arms, he looked over at you, replying to your mother, “She’s screaming?” Looking back at your mother, he added, “What is she screaming about?”

Sighing, your mother looked at your back while saying, “You, Steven.” Looking back at Steve, she tacked on, “She screams about you.” Placing a hand on his arm, she gave a sad smile, one that says I hate hearing my daughter scream and cry at night, so fix her, please.

As your mother walked away, you picked your head up with closed eyes and sighed. Why did she have to tell him that? you thought to yourself. Feeling Steve walk up behind you, you slowly turned around to face him, bracing your hands on the table behind you.

“You’re screaming about me at night?” he asked.

Nodding, you looked at a random spot on his shirt. “Yes.”

Steve looked around, seeing if he could spot your mom. When he couldn’t, he took a step closer and quietly asked, “Are they about the Upside Down? The Bats?”

Again, you nodded your head.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Steve asked, “So, are the nightmares also the flashbacks, or are those completely separate?” He wasn’t mad, just curious.

“It’s both, Steve. I can’t read the word thunder without going back into my mind. I can’t see the color red and not think about the lightning, or the blood that poured from you and Eddie after the Bats tried to make meals out of you two.”

Without so much as thinking about it, Steve wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your forehead immediately going to the center of his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Scoffing to yourself, you muttered, “I haven’t even asked about you. I’m so selfish.”

Resting his chin on the top of your head, he shook his head, sighing. “I’m not worried about me right now. I’m more worried about you.”

Sighing, you let a tear fall from your lash line, a tear you didn’t even feel building. So quietly, you say, “I love you, Stevie,” before looking up at him. Steve took it as a friendly confession, not one you’re actually meaning.

Your love for Steve grew from friends to love interest when thought he was dead meat when he got dragged into the Upside Down at Watergate. When you found him not dead, you sighed with relief.

Steve, on the other hand, has always loved you as more than a friend. Ever since he found out what it meant to love someone else. Sure, he loved Nancy, but not nearly as much as he loves you. Which is why the only response he gives is a kiss to your forehead, your eyes shutting at the feel of his lips on you.

“Hey, Steve?” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Can we go run our errands now?”

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“This is going to be so much fun!” Dustin exclaimed from the backseat. “The gang all back together again.”

You looked over at Steve, apprehension on your face. “Yeah, about that, Dusty.”

It was quiet for a moment before Dustin whined, “Noooo. You have to go!”

“Dustin, I’m still having those nightmares and flashbacks. I’m not going to scream my head off at a town event and be talked about like I’m like the town freak.”

“Your sister doesn’t need to be tossed in Pennhurst, okay?” Steve said, coming to your defense.

“I mean, I understand it,” Max said. “I wouldn’t want to go there, either.”

“You don’t wanna be there with Mr. Creel?” Lucas asked.

A quick look in the backseat brought a smile to your face, seeing Max give Lucas the bird, but then cuddle up next to him. “You two are so adorable.”

“So, what are you going to do then if you’re not coming to the firework show?” Dustin asked.

“Steve and I went to Family Video earlier and rented some tapes, so we’ll be sitting at one of our houses watching feel good movies and eating some popcorn,” you answered.

It was silent again for a moment before Dustin mumbled, “You two better have clothes on when I come home.”

That statement alone set your cheeks ablaze, and Steve with some ideas before you two chuckled at your brother.

~~~

“Really?” you asked. “Police Academy? Again?”

Chuckling, Steve said, “You watched me pick it up.”

“No, I didn’t. I walked away!”

The two of you ended up going back to Steve’s house. With the plans that Steve has to distract you from any firework sounds, he thought it best to come back to his house to not scar your sweet, sweet mother… and your little brother Dustin.

“You picked up Sixteen Candles again, so why can’t I pick out Police Academy?” he asked.

Tilting your head and forth, you thought about it for a moment. “You have a point there. Steve - 1, me - none.” Leaning back against the cushions after grabbing a handful of popcorn, you placed a few in your mouth, chewing the salty snack.

“Plus,” you added. “Sixteen Candles only has one boob scene. This movie-” You pointed to the screen. “Has a total of three… with sex!”

“What’s wrong with sex?” Steve asked, not thinking.

Shaking your head slowly, you replied, “Not a damn thing.”

With a soft smile to himself, Steve looked at your profile, happy with your answer.

~~~

“And I can’t believe I gave my panties to a geek,” you recited, putting another handful of popcorn into your mouth. “See, this is why I love this movie. It’s got amazing quotes, and it’s funny, too.” Suddenly sitting up, you twisted to look at Steve, asking, “When this is over, can we go back to Family Video and get Weird Science and The Breakfast Club? Ooh! And maybe Back to the Future, too?”

Steve couldn’t help but smile a little at you, moving his hand from the back of the couch where his arm laid to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “We can do whatever you want.”

A soft pop sounded in the air, your body and mind immediately on alert. You could see the same thing on Steve’s face; alert. While Steve’s alertness was more of a protective alert, yours was more of a scared alert.

The phone ringing had both your heads turning towards the device, Steve deciding to get up and answer it.

“The fireworks just started. You two okay?”

Sighing, Steve closed his eyes and hung his head a little. “Yeah, Hop. We’re okay. For now. Just on high alert.” Hearing whimpers from the living room, Steve’s protectiveness went up tenfold at hearing another soft pop. “Yeah, no, nevermind.”

“Is–”

“Yeah, she’s here. The popping is scaring her. I’ve got a plan to distract us.”

“Well, put that plan into motion, kid. They’re gonna keep popping them off for at least another 10 minutes.”

“Will do. Thanks, Hop.” Hanging up the phone, Steve called your name, your eyes immediately going to his. “Come here.”

You didn’t have to be told twice! Shooting off the couch like a rocket, you made your way into Steve’s arms, wrapping your own around his middle. “You doing okay?” you asked, voice a little muffled from where your face was pressed into his chest.

Rubbing your back, Steve answered, “I’m fine.”

Another pop of a firework had you both tensing.

“Look at me.”

Looking up at Steve, you didn’t have to ask him what was wrong because his lips pressing against yours shocked you more than anything. It didn’t take you long to sink into the kiss, the action going from testing the waters to hungry and needy.

Steve’s hands went from your back to your hips while yours trailed up from his ribs to his cheeks. Without even thinking, Steve bent to place his hands on the backs of your thighs, your body reacting without much thought as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Stopping the kiss very briefly, you breathed, “Steve, take me to bed.”

“Oh, I wholeheartedly planned on it.”

Looking at Steve, you couldn’t help but smile at him, a soft laugh from your lips. “Oh, really?”

“Yup,” he replied, walking you towards the stairs and up to his room, your head resting perfectly in the crook of his neck.

Before you knew it, your back was against the mattress. Looking up at him, you threaded your fingers through his hair. “What did you have planned, Harrington?”

Shaking his head softly, he said, “Just planned to distract you once the fireworks started.”

“And yourself. Don’t forget yourself.”

Steve nodded while smiling, bending his elbows to place his lips on yours, the hungry and needy kisses from moments ago now gone. Soft, sensual, loving kisses are now shared between you two.

Before the two of you knew it, you both were panting messes, Steve slotted between your legs, the both of you without any barriers between you; nothing but skin on skin.

“Steve, are you gonna fuck me now?” you asked, fingers carding through his hair once again.

Placing kisses on your neck, Steve hummed. “Not yet, baby.” Trailing those kisses down your chest and the valley of your breasts, he looked up at you. “I can still hear them going off. Gotta keep distracting you.”

A giggle escaped you before you said, “Well, you’re doing a mighty fine job.”

He smiled before placing a kiss to your stomach, trailing his tongue over your belly button. You smiled as he did, leaning your head back a little, a satisfied noise sounding from your throat.

When you felt his hands spread your legs even further, your head shot up off the pillow, looking down at Steve as he placed kisses along your inner thighs. Bringing your arms underneath you, you rested against your elbows, every bit of confidence you felt now drifting away. “Steve.”

“Yeah, baby?” he replied, still leaving trails of kisses along your skin.

“Uhm, are you… gonna…?”

“Gonna what?”

After a few beats of silence, he looked up at you, seeing nothing but nervousness dancing in your eyes. “What is it?”

“It’s just that… no one’s ever…–”

“Ate you out?”

You shook your head no, nothing but embarrassment seeping through. “I’ve always given a guy head, but he’s never returned the favor.”

Steve rubbed his thumb along the top of your thigh, trying to sooth you. “You don’t have to return the favor tonight.”

“Wh–” Before you could finish the question, Steve’s tongue on your core shut you up with a slow intake of breath. You could feel him smile as he worked his tongue over you, hands coming to rest on either side of your pussy, spreading you open a little bit more for him. “Steve, wha– fuck!”

As his tongue worked your clit, Steve smiled to himself as he peeked a look at you, seeing that you moved from resting on your elbows to having laid on your back, hands in your hair.

“Oh, my. That’s–” You cut yourself off from finishing that statement with a chuckle. “Oh, my gosh, keep doing that.”

“You like that?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!”

Steve chuckled, looking down at your most intimate area, his tongue going right back to your core, slowly dragging up. Without warning, he entered two fingers into your wet heat.

“Holy shit, Steve,” you said, picking up your head to look at him, his eyes closed to the pure passion he was feeling. “Steve.” A loud moan escaped you, your hands going to your breasts. “Steve, come here. Ste– fuck.” With your head tilted back, you almost screamed as your first orgasm of the night washed through you without much warning, and once it subsided, you looked back down at Steve, a lazy smile on your lips. “Get the fuck up here and kiss me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he replied, smiling. Hovering over you with your hands coming up to his face, the two of you kissed with such passion, it almost felt like you were having an out of body experience.

A laugh bubbled up out of you, the feeling of Steve’s lips on your teeth almost sending you into overdrive.

“Why are you laughing?” Steve asked, kissing down your cheek to your neck.

“I-I can f-f-f-feel your cock jabbing me in the th-th-th-thigh,” you laughed. “It’s just a weird feeling.” Looking at the unamused look on his face, it made you laugh even more… then your eyes went wide as another firework shot off, this time a little closer. “Put it inside me now to distract me, Steve, or else I’ll hide in your bathroom with the lights on.”

“I don’t have any condoms near me,” he said. “They’re all in the bathroom.”

Without missing a beat, you replied, “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill. I trust you.”

The telltale sign of a firework shooting into the sky had your eyes widening even more as you reached between the two of you to grab Steve’s hard length and lining him up with your entrance. Another squeal in the sky had you looking back into Steve’s eyes. “Steve, I think if you push in, I’ll moan loud enough to drown out that firework that’s about po– oh my god!”

Steve pushed into you, that loud moan you promised drowning out the firework pop that sounded through the sky. “Damn, baby. You made good on your promise.”

“Steve, this is no time for jokes,” you said. “We both have PTSD from that unforgiving place. Now, please, just… fuck me until the night passes.”

Chuckling, Steve replied, “I’m not sure I can go that many rounds.”

“Well, you fucking better, Harrington.”

With determination, Steve thrust in and out of you, both of you moaning loudly to drown out the sound of the fireworks going off, one right after the other. Neither of you heard the phone ringing downstairs.

At some point, you had rolled the both of you over, your body straddling his hips as you rode him; moving your hips back and forth, bouncing almost like your life depended on it.

“Fuck, babe, that’s hot,” Steve breathed out.

Leaning forward, you braced your hands on his chest, your fingers carding through his chest hair, breaths heavy as moisture started to build on your forehead and back. “Steve, we have to switch. My legs are getting tired.”

Without missing a beat, Steve leaned forward and wrapped his arm around your back, lips on yours for a moment before he knelt on his bed, gently turning your body to hopefully get you to pick up what he was putting down.

Thankfully, you did. You removed yourself from his grip, turning around and getting on your hands and knees, where Steve grabbed your hips and thrust into again, both of your moans sounding out throughout the room.

His thrusts this time were unrelenting, his orgasm creeping up on him. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.”

“Neither am I,” you breathed. “Keep going.”

With every thrust, you could feel his balls slapping at your clit, the feeling stimulating you in ways your fingers never could. It doesn’t feel as good as Steve’s tongue on your clit, but nevertheless, the feeling was amazing. “Oh, my god, Steve. That feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

You could feel Steve holding back from releasing his orgasm as you chased yours. Steve reached forward and placed his hand on your stomach, bringing you to sitting up, your hand immediately going to the nape of his neck, feeling his own perspiration there.

Steve rested his chin on your shoulder the best he could, watching your breasts bounce with every thrust. Without warning, his orgasm washed over him, your own following not long after.

Neither of you moved for a second. Neither of you wanted to. You had a feeling that this would change your relationship forever. Steve, on the other hand, wants this to change your relationship forever. He wants to be with you.

“Hey, Steve?” you whispered.

“Yeah, Henderson?”

“I have to pee so bad.”

Chuckling, Steve gently leaned you forward, the both of you hissing at the feel of Steve slowly pulling out. Getting off the bed, you waddled your way over to his bathroom, relieving yourself. When you were done and after you washed your hands, you looked at the glass shower door.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, Henderson?”

“Can I shower?”

Steve walked over to the bathroom door, opening it just a little, seeing you looking at his shower through the mirror. “Yeah.” He walked in and shut the door behind him. “As long as I can join.”

You turned to face him, seeing a smirk on his face. Not being able to help yourself, you laughed lightly, nodding your head. “Yeah. Yeah you can join.”

Steve walked over to you, gently cupping your cheeks before bringing his lips down on yours, you immediately kissing him back. He walked you backwards a few steps before stopping. The only reason he took his lips off yours was so he could open the shower door to turn the water on. Looking back down at you, he said, “Now, I don’t like my water the temperature of hell.”

You laughed loudly, the sound like music to Steve’s ears. “That’s okay. Warm water is best for my hair type, so is cold water.” At Steve’s puzzled look, you explained, “Warm water for washing and conditioning and rinsing like normal, cold water for that final rinse before getting out. Dustin hates it, Eddie’s getting used to it, and I secretly love it.”

“Will it work on mine?” he asked.

Chuckling, you said, “Of course it will. Keep using your Faberge shampoo and conditioner with that final cold rinse and your hair will look better than ever.” You smiled, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair.

Sticking his hand inside the shower, he deemed the temperature to be where he likes it, stepping in before taking your hand and guiding you under the water with him. Without missing a beat, he put his lips back on yours, a searing kiss that had your knees almost buckling.

Tongues dancing, the sound of the water hitting the tile floor and yours and Steve’s moans sounding between the two of you, Steve was up and ready for round two.

“Thought you said you couldn’t go all night,” you mused.

“Yeah, well, I can be wrong sometimes,” he said, smiling. He kissed you again after you smiled, both of your bodies and hair soaked from the shower. When you pulled away from him and started kissing down his body, Steve furrowed his brows, wondering what you were doing.

Steve threw his head back, hands coming up to the top of his head, smoothing his hair back at the feel of your mouth on him. “Goddamn, Henderson. You really know how to put that smart ass mouth to use.”

You almost choked on his cock from letting out a snort before pulling off of him to laugh. “You can’t say shit like that, Steve. I almost died!”

Lifting you off the floor, he wrapped his arms around your middle, your arms resting on his shoulders, a smile on both of your faces. “You’re so dramatic,” he said, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

The soft kiss turned into one of hunger and passion. Steve lifted your leg to rest on his hip before swiping the head of his cock between your fold before pushing himself into your sore core, a gasp releasing from you.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“Shhh,” he whispered back. “Just go with it. I’ll be soft, or at least I’ll try to be.”

Nodding, you breathed deep, feeling his soft thrusts. It was almost like the two of you were moving in time, dancing the same steps with the way you were moving in sync with each other.

Just like before, you both finished together before showering each other off. Before the two of you got out, Steve turned the water on cold for the final rinse for your hair. Steve stepped out first to retrieve towels for the two of you.

Stepping out of the bathroom with the towels wrapped around your bodies, you suddenly remembered that you didn’t have a spare change of clothes, something that Steve also noticed.

Without saying a word, he walked into his closest, grabbing one of his t-shirts and basketball shorts. Looking through his drawers, he grabbed a pair of his boxers for you, handing them to you.

As he went back into the closet to grab himself some clothes to change into, you went back into the bathroom to change and find a spare toothbrush, which you found under the sink in a storage container.

“Hey, Steve?” you said, voice raised.

“Yeah, Henderson?” he said, standing right next to you.

Jumping, you turned to look at him, hand over your heart. “Oh, my– Shit, I’m sorry. Uhm…–”

“Yes, you can use my toothpaste. I don’t mind. Really.”

Smiling, you whispered your thanks before grabbing the tube off the counter and putting a dollop on your brush after wetting the bristles. You wet the paste before putting it into your mouth, brushing your teeth clean of plaque and food.

Steve did the same, spitting out the foam when necessary. Once done, you both rinsed your mouths out and went back into the bedroom. Sighing, you looked around, not sure of what to do now.

“Uhm…” you said. “We could go finish watching our movies? I’m not supposed to go to bed with wet hair. It’ll flatten my curls.”

“Yeah, of course, whatever you want,” Steve said, smiling. “But before we do, I need to ask you a question.”

“What’s up?”

All of a sudden, he was nervous and embarrassed at the same time, not sure if he could ask the question he wanted to. “How happy do you think Dustin would be if we got together?”

Blinking rapidly, you weren’t expecting the question as you tried to think of an answer. “Uhh… I think he’d be happy. I mean, he fucking adores you. I mean, I adore you, too. You made me come like three times.” You laughed as Steve wrapped you up in his arms, a smile on his face.

“So, is that a yes, Henderson?” he asked.

Cupping his cheeks, you smiled. “Yes, Harrington, that’s a yes.”

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A/N 2: hi, friends! i'm so so sorry this took forever to get out. writer's block hit me like a brick! plus, i've been reading books like crazy, and i've gone in and out of depression episodes. thanks for sticking around! let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: i'm trying to add the character masterlists and playlists onto all my one-shots from here on out! let me know if it makes it easier for y'all to back and choose!

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Posted on July 2, 2025

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shanastoryteller · 3 months ago

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this is NOT a request for u to hurry finishing up the new chapter for siat (bc people who do that are ungrateful brats) but a genuine question. Do you feel even less drawn to it right now (spn brain aside) because of what JKR has done to English politics and the lives of trans women? Because I think it would be completely understandable if you felt this was ur final straw to not finish it but I would also get the opposite of it being ‘now there’s even more reason to finish it’ I think both viewpoints are valid and have their reasonings and this is really truly not in any way meant to be a “why isn’t there a new chapter yet!!:(((“ ask I’m just curious what HP fanfic writers (especially someone as well known as you) make of this as I keep seeing posts going around of the “if u still read/write HP fanfic you’re a terf too” variety and I just…disagree with that but also see where they come from (aka helping the fandom stay relevant. But even if we all quit reading and writing fanfic, HP would still be popular and imo the dent fanfic makes isn’t that big in the fandom bc locals still love HP and most people who now read fanfic hate JKR and wouldn’t actually read her books/buy merch)

Regardless of what you decide, know your Audience is behind you,100%. Hell, you dragged most of us (me included) back into Supernatural. I’m excited for the new chapter of tgp!! 💖💖

Thank you for all your words, whatever fandom they may come in (I.e I found you years ago because of your teen wolf fic specifically embers embers but stayed through so many fandoms and even read some I know nothing about) you are a beacon of light in this world and I treasure each of your works truly and with all my heart

thank you, this is a really sweet and nice way of asking, i'm so glad you enjoy my writing <3

but honestly: nah lol

jkr is shit and so are all of her opinions. the influence she has on government sucks and i personally think it's best to avoid giving her money, but i'm not pocketwatching other people

siat, which is a very popular hp fic, is 8 years old and has 2.8 million hits

in 2023 alone, 9.6 million people visited universal studios hollywood, the home of the wizarding world of harry potter

people should engage with media in whatever manner they feel most comfortable and sparks the most joy. but the idea that fanfic is a significant contributor to the cultural zeitgeist is just stupid

siat's on the to do list, i've just been infected with spn brainworms and wbt is also on the list but i feel more compelled to work on that one than siat just because huge chunks of it are already written so it seems a little silly to drag my feet as much as i have, plus at the time it had been a year since i posted the first chapter and i was like. ok come on let's go this is getting ridiculous

it's a goal to get back into a regular update cadence with siat. i'm not tired of it, i don't hate it, i still have an outline and know we're i'm going

it's partially that we're in sort of a tricky part to write, since it's about when a bunch of threads are about to come together and i don't want to fuck it up, and also that demands for updates honest to god really do kill my motivation to work on it. it's not punishment, i'm not trying to be a bitch, but i love the story and want to love sharing it with you, but being treated like a dispenser of fic, or like i owe people something and i'm somehow being selfish or inconsiderate by having fun writing what i want to write, really honestly just kills that. i don't want to write with that in the back of my head

people ask me about siat updates a lot. i don't post anything close to all of them. and if it was just "love the story can't wait to see what happens next!" that wouldn't be a problem, that's nice, i like that people are engaged and interested in what's to come

but a litany of "when will this update?" "is this abandoned?" "what about siat :(" "i don't care about x, why aren't you working on siat?" "you haven't updated siat in a while..." "why haven't you updated siat?" just makes me feel kinda bitter. which isn't a place i want to write from

it will be updated. i probably won't write the next chapter straight through and will alternate with tgp or wbt or whatever, but it's honestly just a mix of brainworms and having a lot of fun with these blorbos and wanting to have be in the right mindset while i write

#asks #anon

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mullermilkshake · 2 months ago

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Don’t leave me all on my own, it’ll break me

Part 13 <- Part 14 -> Part 15

Jinwoo proves to you that you and his children and his first priority.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - Pregnant reader, angst, upset, bonding, manipulation and taking advantage

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Kind reminder - I have only seen the anime, I’ll get round to reading the manhwa, but I have a lot going on in my life at the moment that's affecting my health so it'll be a while, so if anything seems ooc, I’m working on it lol 😎. I only know of what the anime showed, nothing else, I’m trying to remain spoiler free but it’s proving difficult. I'm researching what I can and I've had stuff spoiled that way too 😂 I try to keep the characters as canon as I can but they write themselves. (Yeah, they can be unruly like that) that being said, I am taking into account of your comments and what sort of storyline you're wanting to see, (but please don't ask for anything to be added) I’m going at this chapter by chapter, by the seat of my pants. I have no clue what these characters are doing until they do it 😂

Thank you for your patience and continued support, I fell in love with the anime immediately and adored this fandom the minute I stepped into it and I’ve been welcomed with opened arms which I appreciate.

I love you, pookies!

(Also, if anyone knows how I could read the manwha offline, I'd really appreciate it. 🤗)

"Jinwoo... is that true?"

You ignored the rumble of excitement, the journalists shoving mics in your face and endless questions that Jinwoo couldn’t quite hear. Your betrayed look broke his heart.

“No. it’s not-”

“Hunter Sung! Can you comment on the good news?”

“How far along, has it been a smooth pregnancy so far?”

“Hunters, what happens now that Hunter Sung is leaving? What of this facility?”

Jinwoo pushed past the journalist’s invasive questions and guarded you enough to pry you away from their grasp. He ignored Jong-in’s calls and stormed past Have-in to slip back into the room he'd been in before and shut the door to the world behind him. It took everything in his self restraint that was barely there not to flatten the entire room. Killing all of them seemed about as close to reaching neutrality as Jinwoo was going to get.

You just stood there, in silence, staring at the wall in that oversized sweater hiding the twins away from prying eyes. So broken and empty, your eyes plain and emotionless despite the tear slipping from your cheek.

It was the only thing to cool Jinwoo down from erupting. The only thing, besides you and the babies that leashed his impulsivity was giving away any inclination to what his darker side was like until he got what he wanted. It was why the Chairman still had a head. Why Jong-in still had his face intact.

“This is…” How could Jinwoo tell you without making himself look guilty? Without proving the Chairman’s lies on desperation you would not take them at face value.

“Are you leaving me- putting me in that place like Hae-in? You said you didn’t want that… tell me it’s not true, because I can’t believe that…” You breath picked up, erratically filling the rooms unsettled quiet amongst the rumble behind the doors.

“I’m not.” He said, taking two steps towards you.

“No.” You backed away, biting your trembling lip. “Don’t come near me… After all that about never trusting the association with the babies and putting your foot down about help from the Chairman- and, fuck, I don’t know what to think. you say you care and have these feelings, but I saw you go off and talk to the Chairman. If you want to be rid of me, just say it. But I have to hear it from you, not publicly in a room full of people!”

You were pregnant, hormonal and therefore unreasonable. Jinwoo didn’t take it to heart despite it hurting, had this been any other time, you would have used logic.

Jinwoo couldn’t bear seeing you cry. “He dropped it on me. I told him no before he could even finish. I would never do that because I-”

He had to stop himself, you had only just gotten used to being addressed as his girlfriend, no way could you take hearing his love for you too. It was all happening too fast in one singular moment.

It can’t end like this.

“Because what?” You said, wrapping your arms around you and blinking the residual tears away after your curiosity got the better of you.

“I just think we should take a minute to simmer down-”

“What were you going to say?” You stepped closer, but never touched him.

Jinwoo wanted to tell you, he really did. He craved it, using three words to express himself where he hadn’t been allowed to yet. No room to spread his wings and really let himself go to embrace you and his new found purpose with no limitations.

“Because…” Even upset, eyes red and wet, you were so beautiful. What could he say to you that wasn’t what he was feeling?

“Because you what, Jinwoo?! I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m really freaking out here!”

“Because I love you, that’s why!” There it was. No turning back now.

He should never have shouted or raised his voice. That was unfair to you.

It seemed to calm you though, oddly enough. Though it could have been shock. “You what?”

“I love you. You’re the mother of my children, and you think I’d leave you in that place just to fuck someone I don’t care about? To keep the Chairman happy? Never. I don’t want to be anywhere that isn’t with you, I’d lay down on the floor so you could walk all over me if it made you happy. I’m disappointed that I haven’t communicated that well enough with my actions, but I’ll show you every day until you understand… I shut Chairman Go down right away and walked out, I never agreed to this. It’s not what I want, it’s not what I’ll ever want. The Chairman's programme can go to hell.”

You stood there, taking deep breaths into the sleeve of your sweater, which soon switched to more shallow and panicked. “You… is that… Oh my god- oh god… it’s too hot in here- I need this off- I need it off.”

Jinwoo rushed to your side and tried to pry your hands from your sweater neck, stretching the material with little whimpered cries and more tears that Jinwoo had ever seen from your eyes.

“I can’t breathe- get it off- get it off of me!”

Another mana spike came right in front of Jinwoo’s eyes, more powerful than last time. And his shadows even noticed, it triggered Igris to appear for a moment before his eyes though Jinwoo never called him forward. You however, were too riled up to notice, if you could now sense the twins aura all of a sudden, you didn’t let on.

“Jinwoo!”

He pulled your sweater off and kept you close, your limp body sobbing into his shirt, clutching at it for dear life in a wet mess. Jinwoo stroked your hair as a way to try to comfort you after dropping his heart on the room, a lot to process when the timing was all wrong

Jinwoo crouched down to the floor, you moved down with him and sat in his lap all curled up and clinging to his arm. The babies aura was still heightened, pulsing almost. They must have been responding to you, though Jinwoo was surmising, you still didn’t notice.

“I’m so tired of this. I just want to be left alone. I want everyone to leave us alone, Jinwoo.”

“I know… I know…”

After the initial shock of declaring his love for you, Jinwoo rocked you. He needed to do something about the Chairman sooner rather than later, this could not continue and it prompted him to take the initiative, to attempt to send one of his shadows into the Chairman’s presence the next opportunity. He could have been as perceptive as you for all Jinwoo knew, but he had to try. The Chairman wouldn’t get away with upsetting you like this again, he simply wouldn’t allow it. Though if anything the Chairman did succeed in, was allowing Jinwoo the choice to use violence.

Violence on the old man and if he was lucky, if he pushed Jinwoo far enough, he’d cease to exist regardless of the backlash or consequences. In truth, who was actually strong and fast enough to even out match him to throw punishment his way?

I could kill him and anyone else who tried to stop me. The way I feel now, I doubt I’d feel any remorse for it. It wasn't a good intrusive thought no matter how much Jinwoo agreed with it.

“Oh god… I’m such a mess. I was never this emotional.” You sniffled, rubbing your cheek against his shirt and fiddling with the collar. “You… really love me?”

“I do. So much. I just didn’t say anything because I was worried you’d leave.”

And just like that, the mana spike vanished and stopped pulsing like high blood pressure. A calm room, a calm mind. You relaxed in his arms, and the babies followed suit.

“I don’t know how to feel, I’m so confused-”

Jinwoo shook his head and watched you carefully, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Don’t overthink it. I get it if you don’t feel the same.”

Though the only thing he’d ask of you was your love in return, his desperation to be close to you switched things up, and now that need started to shift to even if you hated him. He’d still love you. He’d still commit unthinkable things for you if you asked.

“Just let me love you, let me take care of you and the babies. That's all I ask.”

“I never said I didn’t feel the same.” You said, pulling away just a fraction to look at him, nose all blushed and cheeks wet. “I’m not sure how to process this, but I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

Well, it wasn’t a ‘I hate you Jinwoo, get the fuck out of here.’ at least. It gave him more hope than anything.

The sentimentality drew Jinwoo closer to you, gently rubbing your baby bump. “That’s enough for me. We can figure it all out as we go along.”

He knew with every inch you gave him, his impulses wanted a mile.

“What do we do now?”

He wanted to keep you in the confines of this room whilst he had it out with the Chairman. Jinwoo wanted to know why a man like as himself, with other responsibilities, was going to such lengths. The more time passed made him see just how much the Chairman had changed. Jinwoo wanted to get down to it, maybe fight the man to air his frustrations as to why he wanted such an influence over his children. He was the association. So why the underhanded tactics to piss Jinwoo off?

The Chairman knew what Jinwoo was capable of, so it made no sense why he was acting the way he was.

I have to know why.

“We’ll exchange with one of my shadows, Igris will stay with you and I’ll pay the Chairman a visit. I think it’s about time we have a heart to heart.”

You made a disgusted sound, sitting up properly though remaining between his legs. “No, not that again. I threw up last time you took me with you.”

Information like that would have been useful at the time. Jinwoo was only showing you how it worked during the early days of your pregnancy in case he ever had to use it, though he never needed to, until now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged, wiping the drying tears from your face. “I don’t know, you left for a raid before I felt sick, like it was delayed, but I put two and two together. It's not that serious. I think the babies don’t like it, like any mana I use or any that gets used on me, it’s like they hate it. They tolerate eye’s handmaiden, but that’s about it. It's passive, I have no control over that.”

“They move about more than usual?” Jinwoo set his hand back on your belly, rubbing away with his thumb.

“That’s the thing, it’s the opposite. They don’t move at all, it’s like they can’t be bothered with it. It’s only a little movement when they do, I can’t feel it outside yet. But they get active sometimes, like little flutters.”

Jinwoo was waiting for the moment you pulled him to the side and pressed his hand to your belly and wait for the babies movements, the little kicks from their tiny feet. Any day now, according to the doctor.

“Maybe their mana is so strong they don’t need to bother with it? We won’t know until they’re here, but if the data is suggesting that they’re using your mana is correct, they might not be able to tolerate anyone else's."

“I thought about that.” You turned and leant back into him, pressing your back to his chest to which he kept his hands on you. “But I hoped they’d do well with yours at least, you know, being their… Dad.”

What a big turn of events? You’d never really mentioned Jinwoo’s role in this, like his real role. He was the twins father, he would always be. It was like you were coming to terms with it, finally accepting the best to come.

“Could be.”

“Or… maybe they’re just lazy, ever thought of that-“

You felt it, Jinwoo did too.

“I think they heard that.” Jinwoo stared in awe, he understood the distinct movement on your belly, a subtle kick, but it was there. “That was what I think it was, right?”

Holy shit.

It was there, his babies. His babies moving right by his hand like they were trying to grab his fingers. Less than four months to go and he’d hold them in his arms. Four months and his life would change forever.

“Yeah… I… did they- no they’re babies, they can’t respond, can they?”

Jinwoo chuckled, your stuttering was even cuter this time. Much better than tears streaming down your face. “I think we should start talking to them now, when we get home. Maybe they’ll get used to hearing us?”

For now, Jinwoo’s anger had melted away.

For now.

But he still wanted a word with the Chairman. Also with Jin-chul, the elusive man who seemed to have vanished from the Chairman’s side.

“Maybe we should. That’s if we can get past that shit show out there. Honestly, it's stressing me out more than if we were just left alone... I'm pregnant with twins, not outer world beings, or gods. I get the excitement, but come on."

“Yeah. We need to think about this carefully, going forward. Something that’ll get the Chairman to back off-”

Actually, this could go in his favour.

An announcement. A big one. Huge. Astronomical. Something to make it difficult for the Chairman to sweep away. A statement that could outshine your pregnancy.

Something extremely public.

“I might have an idea that would stop all of this.” It wasn’t fair to spring this on you while you were vulnerable, or after he’d just told you he loved you, but Jinwoo saw the opportunity and ran with it. “It’s pretty crazy, but it would stop people from interfering.”

“What’s that?”

Should he? Could he? You might slap him if he didn’t ride your mood swing right.

“Marry me."

Part 13 <- Part 14 -> Part 15

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gurugirl · 3 months ago

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Hi ms guru, I just wanted to let some things off my chest and I can’t help but wonder why no one mentioned it before. Harry tumblr nowadays is sooo dry🫠 I miss how it used to be around a year ago or a bit before. So many amazing creators left like harrysonlylover :/ i wonder how she’s doing her stories always brought me joy and she had an amazing persona. It was so sad to see her get harassed followed by other creators starting drama against her and you. There are also creators that aren’t posting anymore like lukesaprince, freedomfireflies, and many more😔 I used to wait for updates and even though they were just for fun but they comforted me on days when I had no one. I’m so glad we still have you and jarofstyles ❤️ and i hope all the other creators are doing well we miss them a lot😭 it was such a golden and iconic era🔥

I know hon. Things do feel so different around here 😭 But there are some new writers and some who are still posting!

Here are some new writers who are active! @cloudyluun @maudie-duan @this-is-tiny-mia @ghstyles @alohajix @ijustmissyouraccenths @ellewritesx @pinkboaclub @merrybloomwrites

And here are some that have been around and are still posting! @heartateasee @musicforastylesrestaurant @harrysfolklore (writes for other fandoms too) @harrysbabycherry @1d1195 @watchmegetobsessed @missmielyhoran @harrywavycurly @0nlythrowharrybeaux @jarofstyles (as mentioned of course but ICON so needed to add here)

(Also y'all let me know if I missed anyone who's still actively posting or any newbies out there cause we should be supporting them all! This is just from the top of my head so I'm sure I missed a few)

Harrysonlylover is missed here. Not too long ago someone was looking for one her fics 😭 There really is something about those days when it seemed writers were happily supporting other writers instead of trying to make drama where there was none. I wish things could go back to how they were before ☹️

Anyway! I'll let harrysonlylover know you're thinking of her and that we miss her 💕

xoxo

#ask #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles fic rec #hs fic rec

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strawberryraviegutz · 2 months ago

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Part of me starting to have second thoughts about sinners. Not the movie itself but more or so the fandom…

From ppl completely disregarding and ignoring the movie’s themes about racism, to ppl watering down Remmick through a black and white lens either comparing him to the Klan(even tho the Klan hated Irish ppl back then)or saying that he did nothing wrong and uplifting him more than the black cast(apparently it was confirmed by someone who worked on the movie that Remmick isn’t racist. I forgot his name tho), along with ppl going after others for…finding a VAMPIRE VILLAIN hot??(and or anyone talking about Remmick in a positive light in general.)

I literally just saw the film yesterday and I’m already being put off by the way a lot of yall are acting.

While what Remmick did was certainly by no means any better than what the very oppressors he hates are doing(cuz at the same time he did sorta use his whiteness to his advantage when tricking those 2 klan members into letting him in), I think it’s just disingenuous to ignore what exactly LED HIM to that mindset which was the Catholics colonizing his home along with forcing Ireland’s ppl into famine.

Like I just dont get it…For as long as vampires and villains have been super popular and beloved in media for decades and even centuries , how are yall gonna act super surprised when ppl find a hot villain vampire character attractive/appealing??

Plus I thought it was common sense then ppl can like villains but not agree with their actions. No one here thinks that Remmick was in the right by forcing other black ppl against their will into assimilation into vampires(at least I hope not).

And again assuming it’s only white ppl who find him hot(which isn’t even inherently a bad thing. It depends on the context) and writing smut of him while completely ignoring/erasing all the black women/afabs and or black ppl in general who are thirsting for Remmick in the tags along with telling ppl to die over shipping Remmick with ppl…and also thinking that there’s only Remmick x reader fics when…no?? There’s A LOT of other x reader fics with the twins(smoke especially), Bo Chow, Annie, the twins, Sammie, and Mary within the tags.(also can we NOT call Remmick’s actor ugly please? That’s just flat out mean.). Speaking of which the way yall are treating Mary and Annie is just deplorable..

I literally had someone comment on my last post related to the shipping of Remmick and Sammie and I couldn’t even respond to them cuz they blocked me??(idk how to feel about the ship but I’m not gonna get onto other ppl for liking it since they’re both adults from what I can tell and as long as they aren’t erasing or ignoring the themes/message of the movie)

How are u gonna comment on my post and then block me when I was just trying to further explain my opinion that you had no intention of listening to in the first place??

According to these ppl I guess I must hate my own race now for thinking that Remmick is hot/sar

Way to make ur own ppl feel isolated from their own community as if that doesn’t also go against the message of Sinners at all../sar

Edit: meant to say the British not Catholics, my mistake

#vent #rant #ain’t exactly the first time I’ve had other black ppl make me feel I don’t belong in MY COMMUNITY #I’m tired #I hate it here #sinners #racial imposter syndrome(??)#sinners 2025 #horror fan #horror girl #sinners remmick #remmick #remmick x reader #sammie #sammie sinners #horror movies #sinners x reader #sammick

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bad268 · 10 months ago

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Love your writingg!!

Could you write a oneshot with ollie when reader couldn't make it to a race and she got sick while at home but didnt tell ollie cuz it couldve made him shit the race and he comes back home at takes care of herr??

+hiii!! idk if ure still taking request, but maybe an ollie x reader where she gets her wisdom tooth out and the aftermath is just her being chaotic and funny while ollie just goes with everything.

but yeah, i think it’s pretty cute. thank you!

Boyfriend Of The Year (Ollie Bearman X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I just did a sick fic, so i decided to incorporate these. Hope yall don't mind <3)

Warnings: Wisdom teeth surgery and recovery

POV: Majority Second Person (You/your), some Third Person (They/them)

W.C. 2301

Summary: A routine dentist appointment turns into a secret to keep Ollie sane.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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Your phone was blowing up with texts from Ollie. He was probably wondering where you were at this point since you promised to be at the qualifying session, but due to a dentist appointment scheduled between the sessions, you had to split up. Ollie and his dad drove together, and you took an uber to your appointment. Well, at that dentist appointment, you found out that your chronic jaw pain was actually your wisdom teeth getting dangerous. They were growing inwards and pressing your teeth, so your dentist strongly encouraged an emergency wisdom teeth removal for the same day. Ollie was going to be pissed and you knew it.

“Hey, CareBear,” You greeted in a fake tone. You were still at the dentist, but you stepped outside to get a little bit of privacy. “What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey CareBear’ me! Where are you? You said you were gonna be here,” Ollie asked. He was finally able to let out a breath after running around the paddock trying to find where you were. When he couldn’t find you, he started asking around, but no one had seen you. Then, he started calling you, and coincidentally, the calls were during your x-rays or consultation, so you were not answering. It was driving him insane. “Are you almost here?”

“The dentist was short-staffed, so they haven't gotten me in yet,” You came up with on the fly. You knew he would hate that you lied to him, but he would also throw his entire race weekend away for you. Yes, it was adorable and it’s part of what made you love him, but this was not the time to be a loving boyfriend. This was the time to show everyone why he deserved the Haas seat. He could be boyfriend of the year afterward. “I can text you when I’m done, but I need to see them today. You know how bad my jaw has been hurting lately.”

“Oh?” Ollie smirked as he lowered his voice, about to make a joke but his dad walked right past him.

“Don’t even start, Oliver,” You pressed as you saw your dentist gesturing for you to come back in, so they could prepare you for the surgery. “Listen, CareBear, I gotta go. I think they’re ready to take me back. I’ll text your dad to pick me up when we start wrapping up. You need to get back for debrief or start preparing for quali.”

“Yeah, I should probably eat something,” Ollie said to himself as he scratched the back of his neck. He had never had to go into qualifying without you, so he was a bit nervous. However, he totally understood that this was something you needed to do. “I’ll get on pole for you.”

“I expect you in the top 22, nothing less,” You joked as you both said goodbye and hung up the call. You headed back inside as they started giving you the rundown on how the surgery would occur. For once, you were thankful for scheduling your appointment in the morning and not eating beforehand. Just before they would put you under, you decided to call Ollie’s dad. It didn’t take long for him to answer.

“Hey, Y/n,” David greeted immediately as he walked toward the back of the garage, “Need me to pick you up? That was awfully quick.”

“Actually no,” You chuckled nervously. “Don’t tell Ollie until after quali, but I’m getting my wisdom teeth out right now. If we tell him, he’s going to freak out.”

“Was this the plan the whole time?” He asked, quieting down as Ollie walked by nonethewiser. He was finishing up before he would be getting in the car, so he had enough on his plate, in your opinion.

“No, I just found out that the jaw pain I thought was the start of TMJ was actually my wisdom teeth growing inwards,” You explained with a smile as you watched your dentist finish setting everything out. “Listen, David, I’ll need you to pick me up in like an hour. Maybe after qualifying break it to him? Or just let him figure it out when I’m loopy. I really don’t care.”

“I’ll take care of him, don’t worry,” David reassured as he saw Ollie gesturing for him to come over before he would get in the car. “Have them call me when you’re done, and we’ll pick you up.”

You thanked him before ending the call and heading into the back where the operation would take place.

The qualifying session went by quickly for Ollie because it was basically a one-lap shot. Right after the first laps, it started pouring rain, so when Ollie was at the top of the timing page, no one was able to beat him. He tried to call you as soon as he got out of the car, but every call went straight to voicemail. It freaked him out a little, but he brushed it off, thinking you were still getting your cleaning. It wasn’t until his dad was ushering him to change and get to the car park almost as soon as he wrapped up media that he started thinking something was wrong. Ollie sat nervously in the passenger seat as his dad drove in silence, which was completely unusual for him, so he decided to try and break the tension.

“So, dad,” He dragged out as he looked over at his dad. They pulled up to a red light, and David looked at Ollie. “Where are we going?”

“The dentist,” David said simply as he moved the car into first gear when the light changed. “We need to pick Y/n up.”

“Shouldn’t they have finished up during quali?” Ollie asked before muttering to himself, “I thought they would have been in the garage by the end of media.”

“They had to get some work done,” David responded. It was light-hearted, so Ollie wasn’t too worried. When they pulled up, he parked the car but made no move to get out for a second, causing Ollie to look over confused. “They had to get their wisdom teeth out.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” Ollie freaked out, immediately getting out of the car and trying to reach the front door before his dad. Unfortunately for him, his dad anticipated this and beat him to the punch by blocking the door. “Dad, let me in.”

“No, you need to understand why we didn’t tell you,” David pressed as he put a hand on Ollie's shoulder and sheered him back toward the car. “They didn’t want you to be nervous in qualifying. It’s getting to the end of your season, and next year, you’ll be in F1. Everyone’s eyes are on you, and the last thing they wanted was for you to get nervous and risk your position in the championship.”

“That makes no sense! I wouldn’t have thrown the session!” Ollie disputed as he threw his hands up.

“Oh, please,” David tsked, “You almost crashed the car when you found out they had a headache a few months ago. Of course, you wouldn’t completely compromise your qualifying session knowing they were getting surgery. That sounds totally believable to me.”

“Maybe you have a point,” Ollie mumbled as he dripped his hands to his sides in defeat. He looked back over to his dad as he sighed, “Can we go in now?”

“Are you going to cause a scene?”

“No.”

POV Switch-Third POV

All the while, Y/n was just waking up. The team had wrapped up the surgery at the end of qualifying and called David, saying he didn’t need to rush since they still needed to ween Y/n off of the meds and they still needed to pass the memory tests.

Y/n didn’t remember even waking up, but they did semi-register people walking in, around, and out of their room. Most of them were dentists or nurses checking their vitals, but then two people walked in that didn’t look like a dentist or nurse. It was Ollie and David, but Y/n was still too out of it to recognize them (or what they were saying to be honest).

“So they’ll be a little loopy for a while,” one of the dentists said to David, causing him to nod. Ollie had already taken a seat beside you and was holding your hand. The dentist then took David out of the room to talk about how to help clean the wounds and give him a list of foods that Y/n could eat while recovering. Ollie wanted to say something, anything to Y/n but they ended up talking before him.

“Whoever is your significant other is lucky because damn you’re hot,” Y/n chuckled slightly as they fell back against the pillows and smiled sleepily as they looked at him. “They’re like really lucky.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that you’re my significant other,” Ollie chuckled with them as he brought their hands up to kiss their knuckles.

“No way!” Y/n said as loud as the gauze in their mouth could allow as their eyes almost fell out of their head. “You’re telling me I bagged you?!”

“You bagged me,” Ollie chuckled in disbelief. He was upset at first that Y/n didn’t tell him sooner, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at them, especially when they said something like that. “If I tell you a word, can you remember it for me?”

“Anything for you, handsome,” Y/n shamelessly flirted as they leaned in a little closer to prop their head against Ollie’s free hand that was resting by their head.

“The word is ‘pole’,” Ollie said, and Y/n repeated it a couple of times before nodding that they understood it. “Okay, how are you feeling now?”

“I’m feeling tired. I wanna sleep. I wanna eat. I’m hungry. I want someone to tell me what place Ollie is in for the race tomorrow,” Y/n ranted before gasping toward the end, remembering the qualifying session they missed. In the haze, Y/n’s brain never connected that Ollie was sitting in front of them as they went on a rant. “Ollie Bearman is my favorite driver, and I wanna know where he placed. Do you know Ollie?”

“I know of him, yeah,” Ollie said as he bit back a laugh. There was no way he was witnessing this. “I think I know where he placed.”

“Where?” Y/n gasped as they tried to sit up in the bed, but the vitals machine started going off, causing a few personnel to walk in, but Ollie was already pushing them back.

“What was the word from earlier?”

“Pole?” Y/n said confused before it finally connected, “Wait, pole position?”

“Yup, he’s on pole for the feature race,” Ollie smiled at their enthusiasm. “Now, what’s my name?”

“What’s your name? CareBear?”

“Well, yes, but what’s my real name?”

“Oliver,” Y/n dragged out before the fog cleared enough for them to make the connection. “Wait! Ollie, my CareBear! You’re Ollie!”

“I am,” Ollie chuckled as he leaned over to place a kiss on Y/n’s forehead while the dentists started removing wires and needles from Y/n, so they could leave. Ollie wrapped an arm around their shoulder, knowing Y/n didn’t like needles. He took to whispering reassurance in their ear until they were cleared to leave. Ollie then asked, “You still sleepy?”

Y/n didn’t respond as they were already asleep, so when all of the paperwork was signed, Ollie picked Y/n up to carry them to the car. The entire ride to the hotel, Y/n was asleep against Ollie’s shoulder until David pulled into the parking spot. That’s when Y/n woke up, stretching their arms above their head.

“I still wanna sleep,” Y/n whined as they leaned back against Ollie. “My legs feel like jelly.”

“I can always carry you again,” Ollie commented already getting out of the car and moving around to help Y/n out. As soon as Y/n stepped out, Ollie’s arm was lifting up their legs to carry them up to their room. Thankfully, David was already leading the way and opening doors for them.

“You’re really working for that Boyfriend Of The Year award, aren't you?” Y/n teased as they plopped their head against Ollie’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know I was in the running,” Ollie joked back as he left a kiss on their nose.

“You’re always in the running,” Y/n pouted before going on another tangent, “Y’know, I’d love to kiss you, but I can’t really feel my lips so I don’t know how that would go.”

“I’ll give you a kiss when you don’t have bloody gauze in your mouth,” Ollie said as he walked up to the door. “Does that sound like a deal?”

“Add some ice cream or smoothies and you’ve got a deal.”

“You can’t drink from a straw, so no smoothies.”

“Buzzkill.”

“Not a buzzkill,” Ollie said simply as he set Y/n down on the bathroom counter, so he could change their gauze. “We’re not risking you getting dry socket.”

“Kissass.”

“How does that make me a kissass?” Ollie chuckled as he helped Y/n down from the counter and to the bed. Ollie fixed the pillows around them to make them comfortable before grabbing an icepack from the freezer.

“You know the judge of the Boyfriend Of The Year award, and you’re kissing their ass,” Y/n chuckled as they leaned back into the pillows and took the icepacks from Ollie, immediately pressing them against their face. “Let me say, you’re winning.”

“I would hope so,” Ollie retorted, “I should be the only one in the running!”

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#ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman #ollie x reader #oliver bearman #oliver bearman x reader #formula 2 x reader #f2 #formula 2 imagine #f3 #formula 3 #f1 x reader #prema racing #bad268 #ship268 #thing268 #ferarri f1

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valeisaslut · 29 days ago

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ABOUT ME .ᐟ

a.k.a. who’s this unhinged author?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ hi! i’m valentina, but you can call me val or whatever nickname your little heart desires. 19, argentinian, fake blonde, ENFJ, april aries, proud lesbian with way too many opinions about fictional women.

my spotify acc bcos why not.

i’m currently in law school (pray for me pls), and when i’m not buried in constitutional theory or fighting for my life over civil law exams, i’m probably chain-smoking over a google doc and blasting whatever song just ruined me emotionally.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ my writing journey i started writing on wattpad (like most of us who romanticized angst at 13), but didn’t really start taking it seriously until january 2025. and by “seriously” i mean: pouring my whole soul into it, letting it break me open, letting it become the place where i process love and grief and longing and lust and all the versions of me that don’t always fit anywhere else. writing changed my life. it became my favorite way to make sense of the world — and my way of giving something back.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ language + learning

english isn’t my first language! i’ve studied it since i was little and went to an english academy for over 10 years, but i still make mistakes sometimes — grammatical errors, weird phrasing, rogue commas that haunt my sleep. i’m very open to constructive criticism and always looking to improve, so if you ever notice something, feel free to gently point it out!

sometimes, my writing might sound a little formal, stiff, or over-punctuated, that’s because i learned english at a very young age in a pretty academic setting, and i’m still trying to loosen up and find a more natural flow, especially in fiction. a lot of times, i write some parts of my fics in spanish first, then translate them, which can make some expressions sound a little rough around the edges. i’m working on it, i promise! writing in another language is both a challenge and a joy, and i’m just so grateful that people are willing to read and connect with it anyway ♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ my soul runs on: — music, always. i listen to everything. music is the fuel behind almost all my writing. playlists are my love language. you can find me crying over lyrics, soundtracking entire fics before writing them, or posting unhinged song analyses in the middle of the night. — books, movies, & art. if it’s beautiful or fucked up or deeply emotional, i’m probably obsessed with it. — tumblr and creative community. i’m still figuring out how tumblr works (the cultural shift is REAL. in argentina only 1% of the population knows ab its existence), but i’m slowly finding my rhythm here. if you’re patient with me, i’ll love you forever. — LATINAS. if you’re latina, please feel free to speak spanish to me — i love seeing us in fandom spaces, in writing, in art, in horny chaotic comment sections. te amo.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ other random facts because why not: — i post playlists on spotify that are literally so sexy they might make you cry and/or start fake dating a rockstar. i accidentally did my face reveal through it. oops. now i left the pic.

— i’m also 5’9" — and yes, i’m adding that just so you know i have tall lesbian energy. wink wink. — i might post tiktoks or photos of myself, because this whole thing became very personal very fast and now i don’t feel like hiding hehe — i’m an emotional person, and all of this — the writing, the community, the mutuals, the messages, the stories — is very new to me. i’m still learning how to be present online without getting overwhelmed.

xoxo, val ᥫ᭡

#val's about me page .ᐟ₊˚⊹ ♡

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vinelark · 4 months ago

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Hello! Was going through your fic rec tag and saw someone asked for your favorite pangy Jason fics, and was wondering if I could request the same but with Tim instead?

okay, you’ve asked the golden question for me, because tim pangs are my favorite pangs—and this fandom has such an abundance of them. i had to narrow this list down so much, and tried to focus on fics where the pangs feel like a core part of the story for me. i came up with a mix of go-to recs that have definitely appeared on this blog before and some stories i don’t think i’ve mentioned yet. so here we go, serving up some tim pangs:

Like a Hinge, Like a Wing by @bonesbuckleup

tim joins the batfamily early, and in one of the pangiest ways possible. featuring an actual uncle and tim being so very isolated and alone (until he isn’t!)—excellent recipe for great and sustained pangs. i rec this one often and for good reason: i love the characterization of this pre-robin tim (smart! competent! lonely! believably a kid!), the writing is fantastic, and it still hits on each reread.

A Meditation on Railroading by @eggmacguffin

another one of my favorite rereads—this is all about robin-era tim being hurt in his home/civilian life and trying to deal with that on his own, because he’s drawn a clear line between “robin” and “tim.” this is pangs galore—from tim’s positioning of himself in relation to the bats (especially bruce and dick), to the large and small ways he is hurt + how he deals with that hurt, and, especially, the way we get to see jason observe & recharacterize tim based on what happens in this story.

Surveillance series by @smilebackwards

this series has these very specific “tim comes into the picture late” flavor of pangs that i am (more than) a bit obsessed with—it does such a compelling job navigating what this version of tim would think and do and feel as he forges relationships with the bats/assorted heroes a few years later than in canon. and some of those feelings (especially in the first and last installments) are beautifully pangy; here we have tim dealing with a lot on his own without ever expecting outside help, and even later when be finds himself with a support network, this still teases out the great, subtle pangs of tim having to learn how to navigate that.

equivalent exchange by scribblemetimbers

holy tim pangs, batman! this really hits the sweet spot—a tim who is competent and cunning and stubborn as hell AND is lonely with terrible self-worth unintentionally reinforced by bruce, all of which collide in a self-sacrificial gambit that sets its long plot in motion. (this fic is complete, but is part one of a series.) this does one of the top-tier, prime pang setups: in which one character unintentionally reinforces another character’s deepest insecurities (with devastating consequences).

between hands that relaxed by @deitybird

one of my new fav reverse robins fics (that recently completed!), in which tim, the second of batman’s partners, was killed by the joker—and that’s just where the horrors begin for him. lots of pangs re: tim’s sense of identity/worth, his aching loneliness as he slowly finds his way back to the family, and especially notable angst re: his relationship with an older damian. (before he died it was: bad. this story takes a very hopeful approach to their future.) i also adore the timkon & core four threads here. as a bonus, the first fic in the series is damian pov and, imo, extremely worth reading both fics for maximum pangs.

Hear it in your tone (you’re slowly letting go) by sexyPineappleMan (wip)

a take on “bruce is tim’s biological father” that is so far doing everything i would want with this premise, and delivers a buffet of pangs from chapter one. tim is brilliant, lonely, and hurting in this joins-the-family-late au—that also sees him as a (former) olympic hopeful gymnast, a non-robin tim identity i love—and i’m equally compelled by the angst/looming reveals, and by the intrigue of the plot itself. i’ve been well fed so far and am eagerly awaiting more.

Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by @sunflowersandink

in which robin!tim is dealt a very specific kind of difficult hand and (you may be sensing a pattern here) tries to deal with it entirely on his own. the way there’s so much tension and angst hanging over a scene about eating pancakes speaks to the kind of story this is: one where every single detail is used for maximum potential. i return to this one for its prime tim pangs, and i still forget, every time, just how well executed they are and how the plot builds to a top-notch reveal and resolution. (heads up for food insecurity/disordered eating in this one, do mind the notes!)

some of us have childhoods that aren't poems on sight (but darling, you're doing alright) by mrs_d

specifically chapter 21, which has a fully executed pang arc that almost lets it read like a standalone story. don’t get me wrong, there are pangs threaded throughout—tim in this story is very lonely and primed to expect lack of care—but the misunderstanding between alfred and tim in the second half of this chapter is really notable. it’s simple and technically low-stakes compared to what else is happening in the plot, but the stakes feel high to us (and to the characters).

How to Proceed by @philosophersandfools

another reverse robins fic, this one a oneshot that pulls off its premise both efficiently and potently. here we see a teenage eldest brother damian, who has softened a bit (especially since a very young jason and dick have already been brought into the fold) but still distrusts and dislikes his father’s new mentee, 14 y/o tim. that distrust stems from damian’s misunderstanding of tim’s intentions/situation and leads to some excellent pangs before a decisive resolution.

this is nowhere near an exhaustive list and i reserve the right to update with additions later 💪

#should be said that a lot of these authors have other pangy bangers (pangers?) on their page #internet says ‘panger’ is portmanteau for ‘pandemic anger’ and i think that’s silly so i’m claiming it instead #anyway so sorry this took ages to post #as you might see by the literal essay i wrote while doing it i kept getting sidetracked #tim drake #fic rec #vinelark asks

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baldursghaik · 16 days ago

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Junus I was talking about this on discord with a friend.

In one of your tags you mentioned you align The Emperor as "evil". And although I disagree based purely on personal interpretation and being a soft-hearted wimp, plz write me an unhinged ramble on your thoughts and opinions UwU 💖

(also I'm slowly trying to give ALWF proper attention I'm just very slow because everything happens so much but I really like it so far. Your prose is very good which is always an awesome bonus with a fic)

You know, I thought of several ways I wanted to tackle this question. I thought about writing a more “tumblr acceptable” answer, but honestly, you asked me to give it to you unhinged, so here it is. Before I get into it, genuinely thank you for this question. I value the ability to disagree politely, and I really do love to see a wide variety of takes and opinions, as I consider them vital to the fandom ecosystem.

With all of that said, these are merely my opinions and interpretations, and I do not think that I am objectively “correct” in any way. I genuinely enjoy softer and kinder reads of the Emperor, but this is my own take on its morality.

Full response below the cut. This is going to lean dark, so read on carefully.

I have a lot of potential responses to this, but I’m going to cut to the most obvious part first: Belynne Stelmane. Specifically, the scene where the Emperor reveals the true nature of their “partnership.” This is old and well-trodden ground where most Emperor fans are concerned, but what I don’t ever see people talk about are the sexual undertones of this scene, where both the PC and Stelmane are concerned.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this truth only triggers when the Emperor is propositioning the PC for sex. Similarly, I think it was an intentional design choice to introduce Stelmane laying in bed, gasping and groaning as the Emperor is taking control of her. Even the framing of the scene positions the Emperor above her, in a position of indisputable power and dominance.

In the following scene, you see the two working at the Shield headquarters (not unusual, though certainly more sinister than it had originally shown), but much more telling is the scene that follows. The Emperor wasn’t content just operating the Shield together—it also forced her to sit and drink with it, to be social with it, in a gruesome parody of camaraderie and companionship. There is no work related explanation for that scene, and you catch a glimpse of the same scene even in the Emperor’s original telling of its life story at the end of Act II. In that same Act II dialogue, that’s the specific part where it tells the PC that it was “happy”.

Following the scene, the game cuts back to the Emperor, now standing shirtless over the PC, not dissimilar to how it was framed with Belynne Stelmane. The Emperor is absolutely mean spirited in what it says next: “Did you like it - the truth? This was the alternative relationship we could have had. Aren’t you glad I finessed my methods?”

We all know what comes next. It tells the PC that they are its puppet, and that, without the Emperor, they have no value.

Now I’ve heard a lot of counter arguments to this scene, ranging from “you were an asshole to it by rejecting it so cruelly” to “it didn’t actually mean that, it had to protect itself”. Which is fine, as I stated above, my interpretations are my own. But to me, neither of those defenses hold water. I think “you shouldn’t have pissed it off” isn’t exactly the defense Emperor fans want it to be, because that paints the Emperor in an even worse light! I think a person should be able to reject someone (or some squid, as it were) as callously as they like, and the worst they should receive in return is “fine, fuck you too”. Not a fully raw display of the Emperor abusing someone else, and then overtly threatening to do the same to the PC if they don’t fall in line.

“If I must, I will force you.”

Call me a bleeding heart, but I don’t think that’s a good thing that good people say!

I was a full on Emperor defender right up until I saw this scene after my first playthrough. And honestly? I found it pretty difficult to stomach watching. This was such a dramatically different face from everything I’d seen on my first run. When you’re polite and deferential to the Emperor, it’s never anything less than sweet and kind. It will even tolerate a fair amount of insults and abuse before it cracks—but once it does crack, that mask comes all the way off.

On my second run, I really paid attention to the Emperor’s words and actions, and it was like playing a completely different game. A good example of this is what the Emperor does after your meeting with Raphael in Sharess’ Caress. On my first run (and second run, that replicated the first), I hadn’t bothered to hear out Raphael’s offer. I trusted the Emperor, and this damn devil wasn’t going to convince me otherwise. But the Emperor’s reaction to this is extremely telling—it will pry into to the PC’s memories and read their mind to figure out what happened. If you didn’t hear out Raphael, you don’t even have the option to try to stop its intrusion, it just does it. I hadn’t thought to question this at all on my first run, but on my second, I could see how insidious this scene truly was. Especially in light of the alternative dialogue that happens if you did hear Raphael out: the PC has the option to tell the Emperor that if it trust them, it will stop this. And the Emperor doesn't even immediately relent, you have to pass a skill check to prevent it from forcing your mind wide open. And even if you do pass it, the Emperor is very up front about the fact that it's done this begrudgingly.

Either way this plays out, I think it's one of the Emperor’s darkest moments in the game, because you catch a stark glimpse of the nature it hides from the PC, just for one moment. This is blatantly abusive and two-faced behavior. It’s manipulative, and will even tell you as much when pressed at the end of the game, before Orpheus is either consumed or freed.

And all of that doesn’t even get into my belief that Balduran was awful too. He extorted and enslaved people, all in his pursuit of money. The Emperor would continue this trend into its new life as well—the Shield is a fundamentally evil organization, built on preying on others to amass wealth, and further contribute to the enormous economic disparity of the Gate. The Emperor (and Stelmane by extension, because she is certainly no saint either) was not turning and giving this money to the poor. They were functionally robber barons of the Sword Coast, happy to exploit and plunder their way to riches untold.

So now we come to the heart of your question—does this paint the Emperor as evil? In my eyes it does. I would consider these to be unforgivable crimes… in real life. Thankfully, the Emperor is fictional, so to me this makes it an utterly fascinating and well rounded character. Yes, it’s capable of evil, but it’s also capable of so much good. This is where I feel that people come to blows over the Emperor. They want it to be either saint or demon, and in reality, I think it’s no different from characters like Astarion, Lae’zel, or even Shadowheart. It’s a complex and layered character, and it has evil under its belt, but that doesn’t mean that it lacks all virtue. I think the Emperor is considerate, attentive, and sincerely caring of both the city the PC, assuming they treat it decently. It’s a fantastically well written character that contains multitudes, and its divisiveness only speaks to how brilliantly Larian handled it.

So, to anyone who bothered reading this, I hope that shed some light on why I believe the Emperor is evil, but a very layered and dimensional evil. I don't think it does anything for the sake of being EVULZ, it's not harmful for the sake of fun, but it's utterly Machiavellian in the way it operates, and it isn't afraid to manipulate or abuse people to achieve its goals, which I think is fundamentally opposite of being "good".

#Ghaik Thoughts #thank you again for this question #I really did have a delightful time doing a deep dive answering it #additionally thank you so much for reading ALWF and I truly hope that you enjoy it if you continue on with it

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dakusan · 13 days ago

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📁 ASK DUMP 𓆩🩸𓆪 | 03 JULY 2025

Welcome back to the velvet-lined cathedral of chaos, thirst, and feral mythos. We are gathered here today, under blood moons and broken morals, to crack open the vault—because y’all? Have lost your damn minds. Again. And I love you for it.

From soulmate blood-bonds gone wrong to doctor coat filth, from dream manipulation to desk-bending professor Hyunjin, today’s inbox was a spiritual exorcism of horny, hungry, hysterically brilliant asks—and I’m here to feast.

As always: 🧛‍♀️ We honor the lore. 🧛 We protect the safe space. 🧛‍♂️ We serve unholy cunt.

Now sharpen your fangs, lace your corsets, and take a deep breath.

Let’s get into it.

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🦕 ANON LOGGED: "Hyunjin fucks like he choreographs — you're not surviving the final act."

OH 🦕 ANON... it was you, and yes. I do sometimes clean up asks just a tiny bit if the flow gets funky — only ever to enhance, never to distort. So if I gave your brain a sexy little editorial polish: you’re welcome, I’m feral, and it’s mutual. 😌🫡💋

Now about this 3AM Hyunjin spiral…

“it’s like a dance to him and you’re his favorite partner”

HELLO????? That is actually the most devastatingly hot and romantic thing I’ve ever read. He would absolutely fuck like it’s choreo. Not performative — immersive. Like his body exists to move with yours, to draw sound out of you like melody. Like every stroke has a rhythm, every snap of his hips hits a beat only the two of you can hear.

He'd murmur against your mouth, “Stay with me. Keep up, baby,” …as if you’re not already trembling, clutching him, trying to match the tempo of his love-soaked destruction.

He dances with his whole soul — why would he fuck any different?

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🖤 nojerama logged: "your writing dragged me into the skz fandom and now i’m emotionally compromised—thanks i guess 🥲"

AWWWW NOJERAMA 🥺💖 welcome welcome welcome to the SKZ cult—I mean fandom 🩸✨🖤

The fact that my chaotic, feral little fics helped pull you into the Stay vortex??? I am HONORED. Like actually squealing in a corner.

Also, thank you sm for the kind words — “master of your craft” is sending me into orbit 😭 I’m just out here frothing over vampires and trying to keep this corner of the internet fun, safe, and utterly deranged.

Wishing you the best intro era ever. May your bias wreckers multiply and your playlists overflow 🩷🖤🩷

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🎀 ANON LOGGED: “what happens if you bite vampire!skz?”

You came in here talking about biting vampires like it’s not going to get you thrown to the mattress with your soul halfway devoured?? Be serious. Be so serious. That’s cuteness aggression to you—but to them? That’s an invitation. A trigger. A signal. You nibble on a vamp’s arm and expect to walk away? Baby, you’re staying right there. On your knees or on your back, take your pickThank you 🎀 anon for this unhinged masterpiece of an ask

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🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Chan

He freezes. And then he groans — deep in his throat, head tipping back as if you just opened a valve inside him. You thought it was playful? Cute aggression? Not to him. Your teeth grazed him, and now his pupils are blown wide, blood stirring like wildfire in his veins.

“You wanna play like that, baby?” he rasps. “You forget what I am?”

He pins you down so gently you almost don't feel it—until you realize you can’t move. His fangs peek just slightly from under his lip. “One more time,” he whispers against your neck, “and I swear I’ll ruin you.” Spoiler: you do, and he does.

🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Minho

Smirks. Darkly. A low, feline sound escapes his chest, and he tilts his head like a predator who just spotted prey trying to bite back. He lets you—at first. Then grabs your jaw.

“Mm. Thought you were soft. Guess I was wrong.”

Suddenly you’re not on top anymore. His hands are bruising, his gaze unreadable. He kisses you like he’s claiming territory and murmurs, “My turn now.” You regret nothing.

🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Changbin

Startled. He gasps—like you bit his soul. Then? Immediate chaos. His strength surges. He grabs your thighs and slams you into his lap, muttering,

“Oh my god… You’re gonna kill me—don’t do that unless you want me to lose control.”

He’s panting. Whimpering. Torn between wanting to stay sweet and needing to devour you. You bit him and now he’s short-circuiting with need.

🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Hyunjin

He shivers. Shivers, eyes fluttering shut. For someone so composed, he falls apart at the smallest bite. Especially on his shoulder, his collarbone, his wrist. It undoes him.

“You… you can’t just do that,” he breathes, shaking. “You don’t know what it does to me.”

He holds your face gently, forehead pressed to yours like he’s trying to calm himself down. He can’t. He kisses you like your mouth is salvation and lets out the most sinful sound when you do it again.

🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Jisung

Breaks. Down. Immediately. Loudest gasper of the group.

“Did you just—holy shit, no, wait—do that again. Please. No actually—fuck.”

He spirals. You’re laughing, and he’s gripping your hips like he’s in danger. “You’re evil,” he moans, eyes fluttering. “I can’t believe you just bit me. I think I love you.” You bite again. He bites back. Everyone wins.

🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Felix

Soft gasp. Blushes. Hard. Like, his freckles are the only part of him not pink right now.

“That… that was really cute. And hot. And cute.”

He covers his face. Then peeks through his fingers and says, “Can I bite you back?” in the sweetest voice possible. You say yes. He latches to your neck. Your bones melt.

🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Seungmin

Confused. Then mildly offended. Then:

“You bit me? Are you serious—do you know how much restraint I use around you already?”

He doesn’t react dramatically. But you feel the shift. His grip is tighter. His kisses are sharper. When he finally does bite you, it’s deep. Final. Not playful. “Two can play this game,” he mutters, breath hot at your jaw.

🩸 If You Bit Vampire!Jeongin

Oh, you just awakened something. He licks his lips slowly. Smirks.

“That all you got?”

Now it’s a challenge. He leans in, daring you to do it again. “I like you a little feral,” he whispers. “Bite harder next time.” You do. And then he does. And then you don’t get out of bed for hours.

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Thank you 🎀 anon for this unhinged masterpiece of an ask. Bite responsibly (or don’t). Just know: once your teeth are on them, it’s already over. For you. For them. For the bed frame 💋🦇

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🔮 ANON LOGGED: “Holy bloodlines, marble towers, and one vampire she should never have kissed.”

Oh you wanna build lore with me? You wanna throw holy oil on the marble floors of Vatican cathedrals and carve out bloodlines raised on Latin war chants and cruciform daggers?? You wanna hand me a soulmate hunter princess who was trained to slit throats but ends up backed against an altar by the one vampire she was born to destroy—and crave?

Yeah. Sit down. Buckle in.

🔞Warnings: Explicit smut (MDNI), Vampire x human dynamic, Enemies to lovers / intense power play, Religious themes & sacred imagery, Bonded/soulmate tension with feral dynamics, Dirty talk / degradation, Chan is unhinged. Reader is worse, Sacred smut. Holy filth. Vatican enemies-to-lovers madness, please don't be offended by this, it is purely fiction, don't wanna insult anyone

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You meet him under the vaulted apse of a decommissioned chapel in Trastevere.

His coat is black, not leather, but older — raw silk lined in blood-colored satin. One fang flashes behind a mocking grin as he steps into the stained light filtering through a fractured Madonna.

“You gonna stab me, princess?” He says it like a challenge. Like a dare. Like he wants you to.

You do stab him. Right under the ribs, silver-inlaid blade angled up toward his unbeating heart. He moans. The bastard moans.

“That all you got?” he purrs in your ear, grabbing your wrist and yanking you into his chest like he didn’t just take three inches of hunter steel to the gut. “Thought Vatican girls were trained better.”

“Get fucked,” you spit.

His eyes glitter. “Oh, I will.”

And he does.

You end up pinned to the altar your grandmother once bled her vows on — dress ripped at the seams, thighs shaking around Chan’s narrow hips. He ruts into you like he’s trying to exorcise something, like your cunt is the curse he was marked with centuries ago.

“I’m your enemy, you filthy fucking bloodsucker—”

“You’re my bonded,” he snarls, dragging his fangs over your neck without sinking in. “I can smell it every time you breathe. You wanna kill me, sweetheart? Then why are you this wet?”

You hate him. You hate the way he fucks like vengeance. Like domination. Like he’s waited three lifetimes to ruin you.

And you let him. Because the second he pulls your hips down on his cock with a growl that shatters you—

You believe in sin again.

Your thighs are bruised with the imprint of his rings. Your breathless gutted sobs echo off the apse.

And when he finally bites you — not to turn, just to taste — you cry out like absolution.

He licks the blood from his teeth.

“Blessed are the damned,” he whispers, “for theirs is the kingdom of you.”

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Thank you for this blessed ask. You're also absolutely added to the emoji roster, welcome home 🔮—now stay sharp, the order is watching. Keep the asks coming 💋🦇

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🕷️ ANON LOGGED: "SKZ vampires mid-stroke when you deadpan: 'Is that all you got?'"

You are SO real for this because let’s be honest — nothing would ruin a vampire’s god complex faster than “that’s it?” mid-stroke. Or maybe it makes them go feral. 😏 Either way, you’ve just created a bloodbath of ego destruction and unholy overcompensation, and I thank you for your service

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💥 SKZ VAMPIRES WHEN YOU SAY “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?” MID-FUCK

Bang Chan

You whispered it. Not moaned. Not cried. Whispered. And now you're folded in half with your knees near your ears and your hips lifted, pinned by the sheer force of his ruined ego. “You wanna test me now?” he growls, sweat dripping down your throat as his fangs graze your collarbone. “Alright, baby. Let’s see if you’re still talking when I’m done.” You die. Literally. You pass out. He waits. Then does it again when you wake up.

Lee Know

Oh, you want to play games? Say less. He freezes — buried inside you, still, cold, unreadable. You say his name. Again. And again. Silence. Then he leans in, smirks by your ear, and whispers: “Beg me to stop when I finally give it to you.” You don’t beg. You scream.

Changbin

Goes red. Like ears, neck, chest. He was being gentle. Thought you were fragile. Not anymore. Suddenly he’s tossing you around like a weightless ragdoll and pounding you so deep the headboard cracks. “You asked for this—you said it first!”

Hyunjin

You say it and he laughs. Actually leans back and laughs like he’s offended on behalf of art itself. Then his eyes flash. Veins light up. And suddenly it’s performance time. Rhythm in his hips like a dance, blood trailing down your skin like warpaint, his hand gripping your throat as he leans in with a sneer: “Say it again.” You can’t.

Han

Cracks. Fully loses composure. “You—HUH?! Nah, you did not just say—” Cue 2 minutes of flustered yelling while you gasp in laughter. Then he gets quiet. Now you’re sobbing into the mattress and he’s feral whispering in your ear: “Still bored, sweetheart?”

Felix

Entire aura shifts. “Oh, angel. I was being kind.” Then he gets mean. Snaps your wrists into the mattress, fucks you with that terrifying calm that makes your brain go static. You wake up half an hour later with his arms around you and his lips to your temple: “Did that feel like enough?”

Seungmin

Smirks. Smirks. Does nothing at first. Keeps it slow. Controlled. Icy. “Is that all I got?” he repeats. “Okay.” Then two seconds later you’re being folded, bit, filled, wrecked, broken, edged for an hour straight, and he’s cooing, “Still got complaints, doll?” You apologize. He doesn't accept.

Jeongin

Stops. Laughs. Slaps your thigh. “You got a death wish?” And now it’s over. He fucks you so deep your vision blurs, your legs shake, and your thighs stay bruised for three days. “No one’s ever said that to me,” he growls, dragging fangs over your pulse. “Wanna be the last?”

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This ask?? A god-tier move. Thank you for dropping this cursed little thought in my inbox — I’m still screaming. SKZ vampires are dramatic, egotistical, sex-drunk gods and I just know one “is that it?” would have them committing actual war crimes in bed.

🖤 Please never stop thinking like this 💋🦇

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🦔 ANON LOGGED: “SKZ as pent-up doctors fucking you in their white coats using filthy medical lingo — the kind you don’t even understand but moan for anyway.”

🦔 ANON COMING IN HOT with one of the filthiest, most chaotic concepts wrapped in respectable white coats and sterile gloves. How dare you. How perfect of you. This is that niche genre of doctor roleplay but ten times dirtier because—SKZ actually being doctors? And you just… innocently visiting?

Let’s scrub in. 🧼

⚠️ WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content (18+), Public/semi-public sex (exam room, call room, closet), Medical roleplay + doctor/patient power dynamics, Light degradation, dirty talk, and clinical language, Implication of unprofessional conduct (consensual but very NSFW), Penetrative sex, Slight overstimulation, teasing, and brat-taming themes, DOES NOT depict safe or realistic hospital protocol — pure fantasy

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💉 SKZ DOCTORS FUCKING YOU IN THE EXAM ROOM BECAUSE THEY’RE TOO PENT-UP

Bang Chan — Cardiothoracic Surgeon

You're just dropping off lunch. A sandwich. A juice box. “Thanks, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple— But then he’s pulling you into the call room, pinning you against the counter, lips grazing your neck. “Do you know what tachycardia feels like?” he whispers. “Let me induce it.” And then it’s gloves off, coat on, stethoscope dangling as he bends you over the sink. You hear him muttering about pulse points. You don’t understand a word. You moan anyway.

Lee Know — Trauma Consultant

It starts with you sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. He’s just finished stitching up a patient. Then his hand slides up your thigh. “You’re not on my chart,” he hums, “but I can squeeze you in for a… pressure exam.” You're stripped bare in seconds. He lays you back, fingers in your mouth, whispering filth behind his surgical mask. “Open wider. Wider. Let me assess.” Every thrust is controlled. Clinical. Cruel. You leave bruised and with discharge instructions.

Hyunjin — Neurosurgery Resident

You’re curled up in his chair, yawning, scrolling. He’s still in his white coat, sipping black coffee. “You know,” he murmurs, “the human body has 7,000 nerve endings. But the ones I care about…” He slides two fingers between your thighs. “...Are right here.” Suddenly you’re bent over his desk. Papers flying. His hips slam in with every anatomical term he can remember. “Pelvic tilt. Cervical extension. Neural overstimulation.” You’re not even sure he’s speaking Korean anymore.

Han — Emergency Department Attending

He’s grinning the second you walk into the ER lounge. Pulls you into the supply closet and locks it. “You came to visit?” he teases. “Aww, baby, you’re about to leave on a gurney.” Then he’s fucking you against the crash cart. “Vitals: ruined. Pupils: blown. Cognitive function: demolished.” He makes you count backwards from ten. You reach seven. He records your heartbeat. While railing you. He gets paged. Doesn’t stop.

Felix — Anesthesiologist

You sit on his lap in the break room. He’s still got his clipboard open, writing post-op notes. “You know,” he purrs, “if I time it right, I can make your body go numb... just everywhere but here.” His fingers slip between your legs like he’s testing reflexes. Then he flips you over, one hand still typing on the tablet, and rails you slow, deep, nerve-deadening. “You’ll be sore. You’ll limp. But I promise—no memory loss.”

Seungmin — Diagnostic Specialist

Deadpan. Clinical. Terrifying. “Your dopamine’s low,” he mutters, pushing you onto the table. “Let’s see if we can fix that.” Gloves on. Glasses sliding down his nose. He says nothing else—just spreads you open and studies you like a patient case file. “Hmm. Contraction here. Spasm there.” He makes you orgasm and mutters “noted.” You think he finished? He turns you over and snaps his gloves again. “Still inconclusive. Test 2.”

Jeongin — Internal Medicine Resident

He doesn’t even close the exam room door all the way. “I’m on break,” he whispers. “You came at your own risk.” Then he shoves your skirt up and fucks you on top of the exam table. He’s talking through gritted teeth about clinical ethics, how this is so illegal, how you’re gonna get him fired. But his fingers are in your mouth and his hips are ruthless. He finishes, then casually goes, “You need follow-up care. Same time tomorrow?”

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🦔 ANON… you are SO real for this. You have unlocked an entire hospital AU from hell in my brain and I can’t thank you enough. Now I need an actual doctor!SKZ hospital

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🍄 ANON LOGGED: “What if reader has a wet dream… but it’s not just a dream — it’s bf!vampire!SKZ controlling it on purpose?”

HELLOOO 🍄 ANON you sneaky little pervert (affectionate) — this is such a feral idea and I am obsessed with it. Dream invasion?? Mind control??? Cocky supernatural boyfriend getting off on making you squirm in your sleep?? YES. YES YES YES.

Let’s go dream-walking. Let’s go ruin your sheets

⚠️ WARNINGS: NSFW / SMUT (18+), Dream manipulation, Wet dreams, Mind control (consensual via established bond), Dom!vampire dynamics, Marking / scent claiming, Power play, Subspace & afterglow, Cocky boy behavior, Filthy language, Psychic bond kink, Mild overstimulation, Sleep-fucking / lucid dreaming themes, Minor corruption kink vibes (in some), Jeongin is especially unhinged

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🌙 BF!VAMPIRE!SKZ CONTROLLING YOUR WET DREAMS — AND KNOWING IT

BANG CHAN — “Whimper for me, even in your sleep.”

He lays next to you, propped on one arm, watching your face twist in pleasure. He knows exactly what you’re seeing. He’s showing it to you — the mirror, the collar, the way his voice wraps around your throat as he ruins you slow. In reality, you’re grinding your thighs together, moaning faintly. And he just smirks. “Such a needy little thing, even in your dreams.” He doesn’t touch you. Not yet. He waits for you to wake up soaked and shaking, then leans down to whisper: “Did you think that was your own mind? No, baby. I fed it to you.”

MINHO — “You were begging for it, sweetheart. While you slept.”

You dreamt of him. Of his hands on your throat. His breath on your ear. Of being bent over the table, sobbing out his name— And when you wake up, soaked and breathless, he’s there. Smirking. “Oh?” he says softly. “You thought that was your own fantasy?” He slides his hand under the blanket, into your panties. “Poor thing. You don’t even know when I’m in your head.” Then he matches the rhythm from your dream exactly. Because he wrote it.

CHANGBIN — “You sound so pretty when you cry in your sleep, baby. Keep going.”

He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless and still — watching your body twitch under the sheets. He can hear it. Your heartbeat fluttering, your cunt clenching, the way you breathe out his name so sweet and broken even as you dream. He gave you this one. Crafted it just for you — slow kisses over a marble countertop, his fangs grazing your inner thighs, your wrists bound above your head. You don’t even realize you’re whining aloud until his hand presses flat over your belly, gentle pressure. “You think your body’s asking for me?” he whispers, low and amused. You wake up aching. Slick. Shaking. He just leans in, smirking against your neck. “Told you I’d ruin you without even touching you.”

HYUNJIN — “Every sound you made? I tasted it.”

He fed on you gently before bed, just enough to sync your heartbeat to his. Now you're asleep, cheeks flushed, breath hitching. In the dream? He’s tying your wrists with silk. Telling you you’re beautiful. Telling you to take it. You wake with tears in your eyes. Pleasure-shocked. And he’s already stroking your thighs, whispering, “I know, baby. I made it that good.” Then he leans in and hums against your ear, “You’re not just mine in this world. You’re mine in every plane.”

JISUNG — “I didn’t mean to—wait. Yes I did.”

He pretends it was an accident. Like he just slipped into your dream because of the bond. He’ll giggle when you wake up flushed and shaking. “Oops,” he grins. “You should’ve seen yourself. I made you say my name. Twice.” And when you whimper at him, he gasps dramatically. “Wanna go back in? I can really fuck you stupid this time.” And yes—he says this while palming himself under the covers.

FELIX — “Did you like that, baby? Want me to do it again tonight?”

He spoils you. Even in dreams. Lays you on silk sheets, worships you slow, drinks from your thighs while your body trembles. You wake gasping, and he’s already holding you—pressing soft kisses to your jaw, murmuring, “You looked so pretty. So perfect. I made you cum in your sleep.” And then, voice lower— “I can do it again. Want me to? Just say the word.”

SEUNGMIN — “You’re mine even in your subconscious.”

He controls your dreams like strings on a puppet. Ties you up in the astral plane. Makes you kneel. When you wake up fucked-out and ruined, he doesn’t stop you from catching your breath. He just pushes two fingers into you without a word. “I started it,” he mutters. “Now I’ll finish it.” And you realize—you’re still dreaming.

JEONGIN — “You thought that was your dream? Nah, sweetheart. That was me, balls-deep in your subconscious.”

He brags about it. Texts you in the morning: you were so loud last night When you ask what he means, he just grins. “You think dreams come from nowhere? Baby, I planted that fantasy like a seed.” Then he leans in close and mutters: “Next time? I’m not pulling out.”

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🍄 ANON YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE. Keep your dreams locked up tight, or bf!vamp!SKZ will break in and fuck them 💋🦇

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🐈 ANON LOGGED: “Best friend Seungmin teaches you baseball—but being close to you? His composure crumbles. You’re just trying to hit the ball. He’s trying not to fall in love.”

OHHHH this made me smile so wide you have no idea. Best friend Seungmin in quiet panic mode over how good you smell? How cute you look in his hoodie??? Yeah. It's going in the Sunday Softdrops queue. I’m picturing sun-warm skin, laughter echoing across an empty field, and a kiss that tastes like Gatorade and delayed confessions. Thank you for trusting me with this one, 🐈 — we’re gonna hit it out the park together 🖤

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🫦 sheerfreesia007 LOGGED: “They don’t stop until your voice breaks—raspy, ruined, gone. That’s the finish line. Or maybe just the halfway mark.”

My most villainous flower, I felt this ask like a hands-around-the-throat whisper. That kind of obsession—measuring satisfaction by how hoarse you sound? That’s not just hedonism, it’s strategy. It’s pleasure as conquest. And you’re their battlefield

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Bang Chan is methodical about it. He coaxes moans like he's composing a symphony—slow, soft at first, then louder, rawer, until your voice cracks on his name. When it finally does? He kisses your throat and whispers, “That’s it, baby. That’s the sound I was waiting for.”

Lee Know doesn’t stop when your voice gives—he tests it. Pulls another moan just to hear how rough it sounds, low and breathy like a ghost of itself. He looks proud. A little feral. "You sound broken," he says, pressing kisses to your neck. “Sing it again.”

Changbin takes it personally. Like a mission. Every time you whimper or gasp too loud, he smirks and goes deeper. He’ll stretch it over hours, whispering, “Still got some voice left, princess? Let me fix that.”

Hyunjin wants to ruin you for art. Fingers in your hair, lips at your jaw, “Keep talking. I want to hear how wrecked you sound.” He doesn’t stop until your voice trembles on every syllable and he has to carry you to the bath, still throbbing.

Han is obsessed with the contrast. Your confident voice fading into broken sounds, rasps, croaks of his name. "Holy shit," he moans, “You sound so gone. So pretty when you’re wrecked.”

Felix praises you through it. “Doing so good for me, baby. Wanna hear that voice go soft.” Every ruined gasp makes him kiss you harder, until even your moans are silent, just trembling breaths. He finishes with your throat bruised, kissed, adored.

Seungmin leans in to your ear after hours of teasing and fucking and just smiles. “You can’t even ask me to stop, huh?” His voice is velvet-dagger soft. “Guess I’ll keep going, then.”

Jeongin laughs when you try to speak and nothing comes out. Not mean—just delighted. “Oh? What happened, baby? Don’t tell me I fucked all your words away?”

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I hope your voice recovers soon, angel. Thank you for your offering at the altar. Your villain queen hears you 🖤🦇💋

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🔪 Anon Logged: "What if the blood doll was gaslit by a Normal vampire—lied to, told they were 'defective,' and made to doubt the bond—when in truth, they were a soulmate... to SKZ?"

Before we even reach the boys—let’s clarify:

That kind of lie? That level of manipulation? Saying “You’re broken” when in fact you’re just with the wrong one? That’s not just toxic. It’s a sacrilege. A violation of something cosmic.

In this universe, soulmate bonds are rare, holy, and undeniable. For someone to abuse that—especially a Normal vampire—is deliberate cruelty. They knew you weren’t theirs. But you were sweet. Addictive. And lonely. So they broke you down to keep you.

Now enter: the right one

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Bang Chan

He feels it the second you walk into the room. That thing inside him—feral, ancient—snaps taut. He sees it in your posture: the tension, the self-doubt, the way you flinch at praise. “You’re not defective,” he says softly, but his aura is monstrous. “They broke the mirror so you wouldn’t recognize your reflection.” And then he finds the vampire who hurt you. And he doesn’t just kill him. He deconstructs him. “You tried to rewrite fate,” he growls, voice split like thunder. “So I’ll rewrite your bones.”

Lee Minho

He doesn’t speak. He just kneels in front of you and presses his forehead to yours. When your soul thrums in resonance, when your breath catches like instinct—he knows. “They made you feel small,” he whispers. “Let me make you seen.” He will personally track down the Normal vamp. It’s not about rage. It’s about ritual. You don’t steal fate and walk away breathing. His execution will be elegant, surgical, inevitable.

Seo Changbin

He doesn’t care that he’s not Abnormal. The moment he hears what was done to you, he stands up, cracking his knuckles. “He gaslit you out of your own soulbond? Nah. I’m gonna show him what 'real' feels like.” Changbin’s protection is immovable. Once he confirms you’re his soulmate, he’s on his knees kissing your scars—and then on his feet, fists clenched, saying: “Point me toward the fucker who made you feel less.”

Hwang Hyunjin

His fury is quiet. You’re explaining, stammering, apologizing for being “too sensitive”—and his expression shatters. “No,” he says, icy. “No one ever gets to convince you your instincts are wrong again.” He will look that Normal vampire in the eyes and smile—just once. “Next time you feel a soulmate bond? Hope it’s your own death calling.”

Han Jisung

Oh, he’s dangerous when he’s smiling. “You really convinced them they were defective?” he says, voice light, tilting his head. “Funny thing, though. Turns out they’re mine.” And you don’t see him leave. But hours later, the Normal vampire is found half-drained, symbols carved into his skin like confessions. Han returns to you with blood on his lips and a lollipop. “Feeling better, baby? Wanna hear what he screamed last?”

Felix

He sobs when he feels the bond—because you flinch. From him. But when you whisper, “He said I was hard to love,” he loses it. The air in the room changes. “He lied. I can feel you like sunlight in my veins.” Felix burns with quiet rage. He doesn’t kill the Normal vampire. He makes him beg. On his knees. For every lie. For every flinch. For every time you cried wondering what was wrong with you. “You’re not broken,” he breathes, cradling you. “You were just meant for me.”

Seungmin

“Oh,” he says, reading the file. “So he used soulbond rhetoric to entrap them.” He closes the folder. Then he looks up and smiles. “That’s not science. That’s psychological warfare. Which makes it my jurisdiction.” Seungmin will legally, magically, and physically dismantle the bastard. Every whisper of control is turned back like a blade. “You don’t know what a real soulmate feels like?” he purrs in your ear. “Let me teach you.”

Yang Jeongin

At first, he’s gentle. “Hey,” he says, touching your cheek. “You feel like mine.” And when you tell him what the other vampire said— “Oh,” he murmurs. “He lied to you.” He disappears for three days. When he returns, there’s blood on his boots and fire in his eyes. “I cut out his tongue so he never lies to anyone again,” he says simply. “He’ll heal. But not soon.” And then he holds you like you’re made of fate. Because you are.

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This prompt was brilliant. It threads abuse recovery, soulmate redemption, and cosmic justice all in one—and you’re absolutely right. Abnormals wouldn’t just be mad. They’d unleash hell.

Thank you for the ask, angel. You are not defective. You were just meant for better 🦇💋

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🦋 ANON LOGGED: “Menstrual pain got me curled like a shrimp, but my brain? Fully running horny laps. Dry sex with vampire!SKZ. Messy. Desperate. Ruin me. Thoughts?”

you said dry sex and my brain said: GRINDING. THROUGH. CLOTHES. desperate. teeth on lips. slick stains blooming in expensive fabric. hands on hips like bruises, fangs glinting just barely close to skin. needy gasps. belt buckles. the sound of denim dragging between thighs. the kind of friction that makes you sob before anyone’s even naked.

AND YOU THINK THEY WON’T LOSE THEIR MINDS???

nah. vampire!SKZ is out here growling against your throat like

“Can’t even touch you properly and you’re already soaking— what a mess, darling. look what you do to me.”

like sorry but if you think Chan or Hyunjin or Jeongin wouldn’t fuck your whole soul with just their hips and breath and pressure alone?

you’re wrong. respectfully. they’d destroy you dry. AND THEN thank you for the privilege.

thank you for the ask, my dearly suffering 🦋 anon. may your uterus find peace and your vampire dreams find chaos. keep the filth coming 🦇💋

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Anon Logged: “Vamp!SKZ takes you on vacation to their secluded Caribbean cottage?” (+ tried to claim the jellyfish emoji—sorry bb, it’s taken! let’s find you a new one. something ocean-coded and soft for our coastal sweetheart!)

🌊 Before we sink in — can I just say: this is SO hot? You knew exactly what you were doing when you said “secluded Caribbean cottage”. You didn’t say hotel. You didn’t say villa. You said cottage. As in: barely-wired, dark-wood, mosquito-netted, candle-lit, blood-warmed, ocean-kissed, nowhere-to-run-from-his-mouth cottage.

🛑 Warnings: NSFW / 18+ content, Bloodplay (vampire feeding during sex), Rough sex, public sex (implied beach scenes), Biting, marking, light bondage (Lee Know), Soft dom / hard dom dynamics, Voyeurism (mirror play – Seungmin), Slight lingerie destruction (lmao), Hypnotic vibes (Hyunjin’s art scene), Ferality. Everywhere. Sun-drenched. Moisturized. Blood-drunk.

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Bang Chan

He carries you through the door and doesn’t put you down. Just sets you on the edge of the counter, pulls your swimwear to the side, and fucks you while the stove preheats. “Dinner can wait,” he rasps, saltwater still drying on his skin. He feeds on you after. Gently, carefully, licking your shoulder while your thighs shake around his waist. The ocean breeze hits your back. His mouth hits your throat. You scream into the sunset.

Lee Know

He takes you snorkeling. Pretends it’s innocent. But in the water, he drags you under—kissing you, biting your lip, teasing. That night, he ties your wrists to the canopy bed and says: “You wanted to play, kitten. Now hold still while I make the ocean jealous.”

Changbin

Beach days, sunset fucks on the sand, his tongue in your mouth as waves break over your calves. “I haven’t fed all day,” he grits, fangs glinting, “but you’re sweeter than anything I packed.” He eats you out on the deck. Twice. Leaves you sun-kissed and bite-bruised. Then draws a heart in sunscreen on your stomach like a menace.

Hyunjin

He sketches you naked in the sun before touching you. Later, he lowers you into the outdoor tub and drinks from you in warm water, whispering poetry in your ear. “My baby,” he breathes, licking your blood like wine. “You taste like heatstroke and honey.”

Han

He insists on fucking you on every surface in the cottage. The hammock? Done. The porch swing? Twice. The sand? He lays his shirt down like a blanket—then ruins you on it. “Don’t worry,” he laughs, “I left blood bags in the fridge. But I’ll only be drinking from you.”

Felix

He wakes you up with kisses—and his hands already between your thighs. “You okay, baby?” he says softly. “You were whimpering in your sleep. Thought I’d help.” Then he feeds while you cum. Shakes through it. Whimpers into your skin. You taste like paradise, and he treats you like a prayer.

Seungmin

“Oh? You packed lingerie for me?” he grins. You don’t even get to wear it—he rips it off and feeds on your inner thigh before your legs stop shaking. He fucks you in front of the mirror. Makes you watch. “Sunburned and sore. Just how I like you.”

Jeongin

He’s sweet the whole trip. Until you tease him. “Oh, you think I can’t make you cum six times?” He spends the night proving it. Licks you open. Sinks into you slow. Drinks you while you scream. “Caribbean cottage, huh?” he pants. “Bet you regret asking to come now.”

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This was a GORGEOUS ask. Vacay vamp sex is the summer serotonin we all needed. Thank you for sending this in. Askbox open. I’ll see you at the beach 💋🦇

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🧋 ANON LOGGED: “What if Hyunjin was your devastatingly hot professor and you failed the midterm because you couldn’t stop staring at him? Now you’re bent over his desk for...a private lesson.”

🧋 anon… you knew what you were doing when you sent this. You want desk fuckery, academic corruption, and the soft hiss of “You’ve been a distraction since day one”? WELL. OKAY. Let’s talk.

📎 Warnings: NSFW / 18+, Professor!Hyunjin x college student!reader, Power dynamics (consensual), Spanking, fingering, desk sex, Dirty talk, degradation + praise, Exhibitionism risk (semi-public office), Slight dom!Hyunjin, strict but so into you, Reader is an absolute mess for him

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The office door locks with a quiet click behind you.

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything at first—just looks at you. Glasses low on his nose, that white button-down rolled to his elbows, a hint of Versace cologne lingering in the air. His jaw is tight. One hand flexes against the wooden edge of the desk.

Your test is in his other hand. A fat red “D+” scrawled across the front.

“You know what bothers me?” he says, voice low, controlled, like you haven’t been tormenting each other with eye contact for weeks. “You're smart. Brilliant, even. So what the fuck happened here?”

You try to explain, stammer something about not sleeping, about studying late—but he cuts you off.

“No,” he murmurs, stepping close enough that you have to tilt your head to keep eye contact. “You weren’t distracted by the material. You were distracted by me. Weren’t you?”

Your silence confirms it.

His fingers hook under your chin, tilting your face up. “Eyes glazed, thighs clenched, chewing that pen in my lecture like you wanted me to bend you over the damn desk right there.” He chuckles—dark, dangerous. “You didn’t even try to hide it.”

Before you can respond, he spins you by the hips, palms flat against the desk now, your breath catching as he steps up behind you.

“Keep them there,” he orders.

You obey.

There’s no warning—his hand slaps your ass, and you jolt forward with a soft gasp. He hums at the way you arch. "That's one for zoning out during class."

Another slap. “One for biting your lip every time I picked up the whiteboard marker.”

He slides your panties down your thighs.

“And one for failing the test.”

Then he sinks two fingers into you—slick, wet, embarrassingly ready—and growls into your ear, “But don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make sure you never forget this lesson.”

The pace he sets is deliberate. Cruel, even.

His fingers curl just right—knuckles brushing your walls as he fucks them in and out of you, slow enough to keep you begging, deep enough to make your knees tremble. You bite down on a moan, hips twitching back into his touch, and that’s when he tsks—low and disappointed.

"Didn't I say," he growls, dragging his teeth down the shell of your ear, "keep them there?"

His free hand presses flat between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the desk. Your cheek hits the wood, cool against your flushed skin. You whimper. His fingers don’t stop.

"You think this is about the grade?" he murmurs, voice velvet-wrapped steel. "This is about you showing up to my lecture in that fucking skirt like you wanted to ruin me. Looking at me like you knew I’d eventually snap."

You can't think. Can’t breathe. His fingers fuck into you with no mercy now, wet sounds echoing in the quiet office, obscene and unrelenting. Your slick coats his hand, drips down your thighs, and he drinks it in like a man starved.

"Oh, you like this, don’t you?" he breathes, lips brushing your nape. "The good girl act was just for show, huh? What would your little classmates say if they knew you were bent over your professor’s desk, soaking his fingers, begging for cock?"

Your moan betrays you.

He pulls his hand out.

You whine—high, desperate—but it dies in your throat the moment you hear his belt unbuckle. The soft clink of metal. The rustle of his slacks. You don’t even turn around. You can’t. You’re panting, already ruined.

He strokes himself once—twice—and then grabs your jaw, forcing you to look back at him.

“Beg for it.”

You hesitate—barely.

“Please,” you whisper, raw and shaky, “Professor… I need it. I’ll do anything, just—fuck me. Please.”

His cock slams into you in one thrust.

You choke on your own gasp. One hand claws for the edge of the desk, nails dragging down wood. He’s so deep—stretching, filling, punishing—and his grip is bruising on your waist.

Hyunjin doesn’t move right away. Just leans down, hot breath fanning across your neck as he groans, “That’s better. Now take your punishment like a good girl.”

Then he fucks you.

Hard.

Relentless.

Desk creaking. His hips snapping forward again and again. Your body jolting with every thrust. His name falls from your lips in breathless cries as he ruins you—sharp, brutal, perfect.

"Next time," he grits out, fucking you faster, deeper, filthier, "you’ll pass my test."

And if not? You already know how he’ll make you study.

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🧋 anon, I am not okay because of you. You have permanently infected my brain with Professor Hwang brainrot. I hope you’re proud. Thank you for being degenerate with taste 🫡💋🦇

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lillymochilover LOGGED: “What about aging? Won’t the blood doll eventually die of old age?”

Babe. You’re not allowed to die. That’s the whole fucking point.

Do you seriously think they’re just gonna watch you grow old? Watch you wrinkle, wither, lose your fire, your blood, your mind? Are you insane? You think a vampire—especially SKZ—who’s already blood-bonded, scent-drunk, soul-entangled, ravenous for you on a molecular level… Is just gonna hold your hand while you fade?

No. They’ll destroy you. And then rebuild you. Not figuratively. Literally.

Because once the fear sets in—once your scent starts shifting subtly, once they catch the faintest chemical whisper of age or decay—it breaks them. And then it drives them.

🩸 Turning is inevitable.

Here's the truth:

No vampire wants a love with an expiration date. Not when they’ve burned through centuries just to find you.

You’re gonna get turned. You have to get turned. Because your vampire isn’t watching you die. They’re watching you become.

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If you made it to the end of this unhinged theological filth scroll disguised as an ask dump… congratulations, you’re already damned <3. Here’s a cookie 🍪. Here’s some water 💦. And here’s a very specific warning not to read this again in public unless you’re ready to bite your phone. Proud of you. You’ve earned your fangs today.

i love you. Protect your peace. Hydrate after smut.

Also, real talk— Lately I’ve been thinking of releasing all the 2024 albums I have so that I can finally, slowly, start releasing my 2025 ones… but idk?? Should I just drop them? Should I take it slow and let each one breathe?? Thoughts? Opinions? Screams into the void?? IDK HELP ME.

ANYWAYS, please—keep those asks coming. This circus runs on blood and brainrot. Thank you all, love you see you......... for filthy friday! 💋🦇

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angelbarelywritesslashers · 1 year ago

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♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream (kinda)/ Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; Billy Lenz, mentions of violence and general slasher activity, kidnapping, stalking

♡ notes; i didn’t include Bubba last time, so i slipped him in with the pt 2 team :v

also for ghostface i went with Danny over Billy + Stu, just because i’m more comfortable writing older characters tbh. and he’s very attractive to me. maybe i can do a college au fic of them in the future?

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Jason Vorhees

> you were lost

> utterly, hopelessly lost without a map, compass, or even your backpack

> you were out camping with a couple of new friends when you wandered off to pick flowers

> well, acquaintances more like- they weren’t particularly nice to you, but you knew one from your home town

> before you knew the sun was starting to set and you had no clue which way to go

> you’re kicking yourself for being so dumb but try to make the best of it, continuing to collect flowers and pretty rocks

> soon enough you find yourself on the edge of a lake

> that couldn’t have been good- there weren’t any lakes near the campsite at all

> maybe this was that old summer camp they’d mentioned?

> either way you turn around and try your best to retrace your steps

> but even with a full moon it’s just too dark and too dense and you’re exhausted

> holding in tears, you find a small meadow and finally sit to rest

> you’re still sniffling and rubbing your eyes when someone walks up to you

> you were so oblivious that Jason was able to get a few feet in front of you before you noticed

> he seems…perplexed to find you there

> he thought he’d gotten all of the campers

> and you didn’t really look like you belonged with those fornicators

> (or at least that’s what he told himself to justify leaving you alive)

> he’s holding his machete and soaked with your companions’ blood, but you don’t seem to notice

> “…can you take me back to my friends?”

> well he most certainly cannot do that, not if he wants you to like him- though he’s not sure why that matters

> he’s still staring so you, exhausted, do the only thing you can think to

> “…do you want a flower? I picked a lot”

> he’s delighted and takes it before finally gesturing for you to follow him

> you can’t keep up, so eventually he picks you up

> and like that you’re nearly dozing off

> you don’t even notice he’s taking you back the way you came from

> and he’s glad- he wasn’t going to give you much of an option anyway

Bo Sinclair

> single travelers are so much easier to deal with

> so when Lester gives him the call that some college kid was stuck on the road, he’s eager for an easy catch

> you take your sweet ass time getting to the station- even though Lester drove you most of the way you let him drop you off just outside of town

> the smell of the truck was really getting to you, and you’re happy to let the dog lead you

> when he strides out you’re cooing over Jonesy and giving her a belly rub for her troubles

> he’s seen his fair share of attractive victims

> men, women, and folks that didn’t fit either category

> and he’s slept with most of them

> but you… there’s something extra special about you

> he decides right there he’s not taking care of you without at least getting a taste

> you’re not too impressed by his flirting- or at least you try and act like it

> but he catches your pink cheeks and quiet giggles as he takes you on a walk

> because of course he’s got the part down the road at his place

> by the time you get there he’s decided he’s marrying you - or maybe keeping you tied up, beggars can’t be choosers

> he’s impulsive but he’s never wanted to keep anyone before

> “hey sugar-“ god your face heats up just hearing him call you that “turns out I don’t have that part you need. It should be in by tomorrow, if you can stay the night?”

> you say yes before you can think critically- he’s good at getting folks wrapped around his finger like that

> “Good. Cause I’m just dying to show you some real southern hospitality…”

Danny Johnson

> he knows you long before you know him

> he’s a natural nosy guy- he’s a journalist after all

> and a serial killer, of course stalking is on his to do list

> originally you were going to be a victim

> you’d make a good story, a young person taken tragically early

> but you were too cute to die just yet- he had to at least meet you, just once

> if you were a dick no one would say anything nice for your article, right?

> so he just happens to bump into you outside your work one day

> literally bump

> when you spill coffee all over yourself he smoothly apologizes and offers to help clean you up

> “What a mess- I’m so sorry sweets. Let me take care of all this”

> and you fall for it, hook line and sinker

> he’s a handsome guy, he’s used to that but he’s smug anyways

> he gives you a spare shirt of his, though you still skip work

> he buys you another coffee and you sit in his car chatting

> you’re innocent enough to trust him like that- to get in a vehicle with a strange man?

> a strange man that’d been stalking you, no less

> it’s adorable- if he wasn’t so attached he could kill you right there

> but you’re just so damn sweet, and genuine

> and you’re so fascinated by these Ghost Face killings…

> maybe you’re worth keeping around for a bit

> just a bit

> that’s what he says to himself anyways

> when you meet him as Ghost Face, it’s after you’ve already got him all figured out

> and he’s lucky that you like a bad boy

Billy Lenz

> it’s a given that you first meet him over the phone

> you’re renting out a spare room from Mrs Mac, not in the sorority but a good enough tenant that she keeps you around

> you get along well with the girls and cook them meals, run study sessions and help clean

> it’s almost parental at times, even if you’re not far off in age

> Billy hates you at first, for taking such good care of ‘filthy piggy whores’

> he tells you just as much over the phone, but you’re not bothered

> you never seem to be bothered by his calls

> and that pisses him off more

> but you’re so so cute… it quickly becomes an obsession

> he’s in your walls constantly, watching you

> and the calls from the moaner start coming more and more frequently at times you’re home alone

> one day you just start giggling at him, tipsy “you know, you scare the girls,”

> “good i—“

> “but your voice is sooo nice. that’s why i pick up so much”

> you didn’t mean to confess that , and you hope he takes it as an awkward joke

> when he hangs up you think that maybe he did take it that way

> its not until late that night that you realize that he knew he was sincere

> before you can register that there’s anything wrong he’s covering your mouth and pinning you to your bed

> “hi there, baby doll,”

> his grin gets huge when your still horrified face goes bright red

> he always knew you were perfect

Bubba Sawyer

> you pick up Nubbins hitchhiking one day, and he’s just dumbfounded by you

> you’re nonplussed by his rambling and you don’t squirm at his yucky pictures. you don’t even kick him out, just drop him off at the gas station.

> you’re not really his type, but you’re fascinating

> he’s gotta get you home to meet his brothers

> so he pops your tires when you go inside- all four

> when you come back out Drayton is cursing him out and smacking him upside the head

> he makes him take you back to the house to rest up while he gets you tires

> of course he intends for Bubba to kill you

> but Nubbins doesn’t pass the message along, because he’s Nubbins

> “Here Bubba! I made us a new friend!”

> you shyly greet him, but he’s an oddly calming presence

> let’s be honest you’ve gotta be okay with a lot fast to like the Sawyers

> so maybe you’re just in denial about the material

> but you tell him you like his mask- and you do

> he obviously worked really hard on getting the makeup just right- and it compliments his suit

> he stares at you a long while before taking your hand and giving you a grand tour

> well, more a tour of his favorite spots

> the chicken coup, a patch of wildflowers out back, and his room full of trinkets collected from victims

> you’re strangely enamored by this big, quiet man

> and you don’t get the sense you’re allowed to leave

> especially when Drayton comes home and goes on and on about witnesses

> but you didn’t really even have an end goal in mind on your road trip anyways

> and now you’ve got Bubba to protect you

> maybe it’s not so bad, stuck with those weirdos

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august-anon · 3 months ago

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A prompt for batfam tickle fic :

Maybe something with dick and Bruce when dick was little and them playing games after dick couldn’t fall asleep and tried to stay up? Or maybe had nightmares?

I don’t remember if you write for charecters when they where little so if your not comfortable with that then that’s my fault for not remembering :)

thank you for the prompt!!! this was adorable i loved writing it. I also didn't want it to feel too short in comparison with the other batfam fics i've been posting lately so you get a nice little bruce & dick relationship timelapse fic lol

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Monster Snacks

Fandom: Batfamily (no specific source material/continuity)

Ship(s): Gen!!! Platonic!! Familial!! No batcest here

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dick, Ler!Bruce

Word Count: 5510 words

Summary: There's a monster that prowls the halls of Wayne Manor late at night. Dick, over the years, has become very familiar with him.

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Dick had made his way into Bruce’s bed over an hour ago, tears and snot trailing down his face. He’d been trembling like a leaf, haunted by nightmares he refused to speak of. Bruce hadn’t known what to do. He’d pulled Dick into the bed, made sure he and Zitka were tucked in all snug, and flipped on the TV to… whatever the hell was playing on Disney Channel at this hour. Something about a dog and a rabbit in the jungle? Bruce wasn’t really following, but Dick seemed engaged enough with it, so Bruce had left it at that for a time. Fifteen minutes in, Dick had moved from his spot across the bed, snuggling up to Bruce’s side as he hugged Zitka tight between them.

Now, as the clock ticked past two in the morning, Bruce was weighing his options. Dick needed to sleep. It was far too late for boys his age to be up, especially on a school night, but he didn’t want to trigger whatever fears sent the boy spiraling earlier that night. He seemed happy enough now, giggling at the TV and singing along whenever the theme song played, but Bruce knew all too well how his mood could change on a dime. Hesitantly, he rubbed at Dick’s back.

“Hey, chum. Think you’re ready to try sleep again?”

Dick paused in his giggling, freezing for a moment before turning wide, innocent eyes on Bruce. “Do I have to?”

Bruce frowned, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “Dick, you need to rest. I’ll be here to help with any nightmares, but you need to get some sleep.”

Dick’s adorable pout morphed into a scowl. “I don’t wanna sleep. Can’t I just stay up? I don’t need to go to school tomorrow.”

Bruce sighed. “Chum–”

“B,” Dick said, drawing out the sound. “Please?”

Bruce rubbed at his eyes. “Are you saying this because you’re scared, or because you want to stay up late and watch TV?”

Dick hesitated, only a split-second, but it was enough for Bruce to catch. Then, his chin started trembling and his eyes went wide and watery. “I’m scared, Bruce. Please?”

Bruce did his best to stay patient. Dick was just a boy – an angry, grieving boy at that. Testing boundaries was not abnormal – at least, not according to Alfred and the multitude of parenting books Bruce had bought. Bruce wondered if he had been this much trouble when he was a child.

Truthfully, he was probably far worse.

So after a few deep breaths and a bit of brainstorming, an idea came to Bruce. One that wouldn’t traumatize Dick even further, but that would enforce the rules about bedtimes.

“You know… I didn’t want to tell you this and scare you more, but I think you should know.”

Dick hugged Zitka tighter, curling into Bruce’s chest. “What?”

“There’s this monster. It comes for little kids who don’t go to bed when they’re supposed to – attacks them until they do.”

Dick gasped. “A monster?”

“Oh yes. It’s big and furry, and it’s got these huge claws. You can’t escape it, not unless you agree to its demands.”

Dick frowned. “But – you’re Batman. Can’t you beat it?”

Bruce shook his head, his tone solemn. “No. I’m sorry chum, but not even Batman can beat this monster. And it’s coming for you, soon.”

“What is it?” Dick whispered.

Bruce leaned in close, so close he could whisper in Dick’s ear. “The Tickle Monster.”

Dick was shrieking before Bruce even started, and he couldn’t help but laugh as his hands connected with the boy’s sides. He took advantage of his current position, blowing a loud raspberry into the crook of Dick’s neck before making “om-nom-nom”-ing sounds to really sell that there was a monster eating Dick right up.

Dick giggled and snorted and shrieked, pushing at Bruce’s head and hands. “No Tickle Monster!”

Bruce pulled back to look Dick in the eyes. “I’m sorry, chum, but it’s already too late! The monster can’t stop until you agree to go to sleep.”

A determined expression flitted over Dick’s face before he tumbled back into laughter. “Never!”

Bruce sighed, as if this was paining him, and clawed his hands into Dick’s ribs. “Then you leave me no choice.”

Dick rolled back and forth, trying to dislodge Bruce’s hands from his ribs. Bruce followed him easily, creeping his hands upward until they were buried in Dick’s armpits. Dick shrieked with childish laughter, kicking his legs out in Bruce’s direction.

“B! No, it tickles!”

Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s the point, Dickie.”

With no warning, Bruce jumped down to Dick’s stomach where his pajama shirt had ridden up from all his squirming. Dick cried out and curled up on his back, continuing to kick his feet so that Bruce had to shift out of the way to avoid getting kicked in the face.

“No! Not there!”

“Ticklish tummy, chum? Hmm, the Tickle Monster’s getting hungry.”

“No he’s not!”

“Oh, but he is.”

Shoving his legs out of the way for safety, Bruce leaned down and blew a series of short raspberries around Dick’s stomach. Dick cackled, tossing his head back and shaking it back and forth, scrubbing his hair into tangles against the sheets. Bruce laughed and leaned back down, repeating the raspberries. This time, he squeezed up and down Dick’s sides as he did so. Dick nearly launched out of the bed when Bruce’s fingers squeezed just below his ribs.

“B!” He practically screamed.

“Oho, did I find a tickle spot?”

“You jerk!”

Bruce grinned and dug in, targeting that one spot over and over. Dick laughed himself into silence, throwing himself around the bed like a fish flopping around on a deck. Bruce tickled there for a few more moments before one of Dick’s little hands began slapping onto the mattress with purpose, like how Bruce taught him to tap out for a spar.

Bruce pulled back, running a hand through Dick’s hair as he melted into a boneless puddle of pre-teen, giggling breathlessly. With his free hand, Bruce set out to straightening the sheets and blankets and fetching Zitka from where she somehow got tossed on the other side of Bruce. With his precious elephant tucked into his arms, Dick rolled onto his side with his back to Bruce and buried the remainder of his giggles into her fluff.

“Alright, chum?”

Dick rolled over to his other side so he could plaster himself against Bruce. “The Tickle Monster’s evil.”

Bruce chuckled under his breath. “Is he, now? I suppose that means you ought to get to bed on time, doesn’t it?”

Dick groaned. “I guess so.” He was quiet for a moment, shuffling his feet under the sheets. “Can I stay here tonight? Just in case the bad dreams come back?”

Bruce felt something in his chest melt. “Of course, chum. You’re always welcome here.”

Dick was asleep before Bruce even turned out the lights, clearly tuckered out from all the activity.

* * *

There was a soft blue glow coming from the entryway to the family den.

Normally this wouldn’t be odd – Dick had always been a bit of a night owl, and their nightlife had never helped with that matter. It wasn’t uncommon for Dick to sprawl across the sofas in the den, TV playing at a low volume, until he felt as though he could sleep. Sometimes, Bruce came downstairs the next morning to Dick passed out on the couch, TV still playing in the background.

But last Bruce had checked, Dick had been at Titan’s Tower. He would know. He’d checked Dick’s tracker obsessively before, during, and after his own patrol until Alfred practically forced him into the locker room to shower. As far as Bruce knew, Dick had been intending to stay the night. He’d been doing that a lot lately – even on school nights, despite Bruce’s rules. Even if they hadn’t actively been fighting beforehand, Dick seemed to be looking for any excuse possible to be out of the Manor and away from Bruce.

So to enter the den and see Dick laying stiffly across one of the couches, a surly expression chiseled into his face, was rather surprising.

“Dick? Are you alright?”

One of Dick’s eyebrows twitched. “Fine.”

“Why don’t you head up to bed soon? You’ll hurt your back sleeping on the couch.”

Dick shot him a glare. “I’m fine.”

He very clearly wasn’t fine. The bags under his eyes were deep and dark, reminiscent of the greasepaint Bruce used to wear under the cowl before he switched the eyeholes out for pure white lenses. Dick’s hair, which he normally took so much pride in, was greasy and unbrushed, sticking every which way like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. And he was far too pale, almost as pale as Bruce. Dick clearly wasn’t well.

“Chum–”

“I said I’m fine, Bruce! God!” Dick snapped, then promptly seemed to realize he was proving the exact opposite of his words and focused back on the TV.

Bruce wavered in the doorway for a moment. They’d both been hotheaded recently, Dick chafing under Bruce’s rules and guidance as he grew. It seemed like no matter what Bruce did, it blew up in both of their faces. If Dick was insisting he was alright, maybe it would be better to leave it be – to give Dick his space, to head up to bed and sleep for the board meeting Lucius would no doubt be dragging him to tomorrow.

But then he caught another glimpse of Dick’s face, looking so distinctly unwell, and Bruce knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep himself without a little pushing.

Bruce entered the den, ignoring the wordless growl Dick let out as he approached. He pressed the back of his hand against Dick’s forehead, unrelenting even as Dick tried to push his arm away.

“I’m not sick!”

Bruce hummed, allowing Dick to push him away after several seconds. “You feel a bit warm.”

“I’m not. I’m a perfectly normal temperature.”

Bruce ran a hand through his hair, still wet since he hadn’t bothered to dry it after his shower. He crouched next to the sofa, ignoring the way his left knee cracked and popped. Vigilantism wasn’t exactly easy on the joints.

“Did something happen?”

Dick hesitated a moment too long, but his tone was cruel and snappish when he spoke. “No. I already told you, I’m fine.”

Bruce pursed his lips, temper flaring. “If you’re so fine, then you should have no issues heading up to bed for school tomorrow.”

Dick’s glare snapped back to his face. “Are you serious, right now?”

“Is there a reason I wouldn’t be?”

Dick turned away and wriggled into the cushions, as if digging himself deeper into them. He crossed his arms, steadfastly ignoring where Bruce was crouched next to him.

Bruce stood and took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Dick never responded well to his frustration, and he didn’t have the energy to fight after such a long patrol. He doubted Dick did either, with what seemed to be the beginnings of a fever coursing through his body. What Dick needed most right now was rest, whether or not he wanted it.

But how could Bruce convince him? With Dick’s stubborn pride, there would be no convincing him with words. He didn’t exactly want to wake Alfred for the confrontation, either. If he manhandled Dick up the stairs, it could end poorly for both of them, not to mention how it would piss Dick off even worse.

But there was one thing Bruce remembered, something that always worked like a charm when Dick was younger. Something Bruce hadn’t tried in a very long time, now.

“Don’t you remember what happens to boys who don’t go to bed on time?” Bruce said, trying to force some playful cheer into his voice. It just came out awkward and strained.

Still, it got a reaction. Dick faced him again, eyes immediately shooting to his hands. “I’m not a little kid anymore, B.”

“Maybe not. But I heard the Tickle Monster’s hungry.” He was getting closer to the tone he was reaching for, but he wasn’t quite there yet. “It’s been so long since his last meal.”

Dick shifted on the couch, like he was debating making a break for it. ��The Tickle Monster’s not real, B.”

“Isn’t he? I guess you’ll find out if you don’t get up to bed, won’t you?”

There, the ball was in Dick’s court. If he refused again, that was permission, right? It’s not like Dick didn’t have a laptop in his room, full of passwords for every streaming service known to man. He didn’t have to be in the den to stay up and watch TV – if Dick really wanted to be left alone, Bruce wasn’t sure why he chose a public room of the Manor.

Dick narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “I’m not scared of the damn Tickle Monster, Bruce.”

Choice made. Bruce hummed. “Suit yourself.”

This time, he sat on the edge of the couch, right by Dick’s hip. Dick squawked at his proximity and shoved at his shoulder, though he wasn’t even using half his strength. Taking this as permission, Bruce clawed both of his hands into the center of Dick’s stomach. He squawked again, this time tipping over into giggles at the end of the sound.

“B, cut it out!”

A smile twitched at the edge of Bruce’s lips. “Sorry, B’s not here. Just the Tickle Monster.”

Dick tried to groan, but cut himself off with his own laughter as Bruce added a few squeezes to his hips. “You’re so lame!”

Bruce gasped. “Lame? Here I am, starving for laughter, and you call me lame?”

“Because you are!” With Bruce’s body leaving him nowhere to squirm, Dick instead started turning like a rotisserie chicken.

Bruce tutted. “And here I was going easy on you. You really wanna do this?”

Dick flipped him off. Bruce gave into his smile, squeezing strategically at Dick’s hips, sides, and ribs until he got Dick to turn on his stomach. He pressed a hand on Dick’s back to keep him from turning anymore and promptly dug into the back of Dick’s thighs with his free hand.

Dick screeched, immediately burying his face into the throw pillow underneath him to muffle the sound. It was probably for the best – this sort of scene had drawn Alfred into the room with his shotgun more than once. Thankfully, even with the pillow, Bruce could still just barely make out his words.

“No, no, no!”

Of course, it wasn’t hard to make out the words when they were so simple.

“I think the Tickle Monster’s winning this time, chum.”

“Fuck you!” Dick turned his head just enough for his speech to become clearer, just long enough to say, “Get away from there!”

“Away from where? Away from here?”

Bruce spidered his fingers into the back of Dick’s knees, jumping between the two sporadically. Dick shrieked, panicked giggles lost into his pillow. He kicked his legs, but Bruce easily avoided them, shoving his calves back to the couch. He gave one a playful squeeze and Dick jumped, snorting into the cushion.

“Really, here too? Or maybe this was where you wanted me to get away from, hm?”

He occupied himself with squeezing at Dick’s calves for a few seconds, chuckling under his breath at the snorts he could just barely make out through Dick’s pillow.

“Why don’t we try this – I’ll just tickle all over, and you tell me when I get to where I should stay away from.”

“B!”

Bruce ignored him, pinching up and down the backs of Dick’s thighs and knees. Dick shrieked and squeaked, cackled and giggled, and tried his damned hardest to squirm his way off the couch despite Bruce holding him in place. He always did seem to forget how weak and boneless he became when he laughed.

“Well?”

“Any of it!” Dick cried out. “All of it!”

Bruce laughed outright, pausing in his attack. “Is this you telling the Tickle Monster you’ll go to bed?”

He let Dick roll over this time, still giggling wildly. “Yes. Yes, I promise.”

“Anything you want to talk about before you head upstairs?”

Dick sighed, less melting into the couch cushions and more going boneless with exhaustion. “A mission with the Teen Titans didn’t go so well. That’s all.”

Bruce ran a hand through Dick’s hair. “One poorly handled mission doesn’t mean you’re a failure, for you as a leader or for the team as a whole. You take this and you learn your lesson, you make sure everyone does better next time – but beating yourself up over it is only going to be unproductive.”

Dick gave him a wry look. “Oh, yeah? Says you.”

Bruce returned it. “How do you think I know all this?”

Dick snorted, tilting his head back into Bruce’s hand. “Do as you say, not as you do, huh?”

“Something like that.”

Dick hummed. They sat there in companionable silence for a few minutes before Bruce sighed, peeling himself from his son’s side.

“Alright, let’s get you some medicine and up to bed.”

Dick frowned. “I told you – I’m not sick.”

Bruce stared him down. Though he’d gone red for a handful of minutes from all his laughter, Dick’s face had returned to that sickly pallor. The only flush that remained was high in his cheeks, splotchy and irregular.

“Tell me that again in the morning. Better yet – tell Alfred.”

Dick groaned, but allowed Bruce to pull him to his feet. He wavered slightly when Bruce released him to switch the TV off, so Bruce made sure to keep a grip on him as they maneuvered to the stairs. He would have to remember to call Dick out of school in the morning – and he might’ve just found the perfect excuse to skip out on that board meeting.

* * *

Bruce should not have been awake. With summer approaching and the sun rising earlier and earlier, dawn wasn’t far off, but Bruce still hadn’t slept a wink. There was no reason for it either – patrol had gone off without a hitch (and even ended earlier than usual, it had been a quiet night for once), no one was injured, and all his children currently in the city had decided to celebrate with a post-patrol movie night at the Manor. There were no especially concerning outstanding cases, and no recent Arkham breakouts (or any worries of one approaching).

The restless energy zinging beneath Bruce’s skin did not seem to care.

For now, he decided to give up, padding silently out of his bedroom. He glanced up and down the main hall of the family wing for a moment before deciding to start with the door closest to him, right across the hall.

Damian was tucked under the covers, his breathing slow and even. Titus, curled at the foot of the bed, raised his head as Bruce slinked into the room. He brushed a few strands of hair off Damian’s forehead, smiling a little as the boy sighed in his sleep, a nearly imperceptible furrow between his brows smoothing out at the touch. A quick tousle of Titus’s ears, and Bruce was on his way.

In the next room over, Tim snored away quietly. Alfred had offered him a sleeping aid that night, as the bags beneath his eyes were becoming a concerningly dark color, and Tim had actually accepted. Clearly, it had worked. His half-open laptop sat precariously close to the edge of the bed, so Bruce snapped it closed and safely deposited it on Tim’s desk.

In Cass’s room, the lump under the blankets was suspiciously wide. It split into two lumps as Cass made an alarmed noise deep in her throat and sat up, staring at Bruce with wide eyes. She relaxed slightly at the sight of him. Steph did not move, an almost cartoonish snore leaving her lips.

“Everything okay?”

Bruce gave her a soft smile, stepping into the room fully to run a hand through her hair and make sure the blankets were pulled up sufficiently to the girls’ shoulders.

“Everything’s fine, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

Cass scrutinized him for a second before nodding, allowing him to fuss with the blankets a moment longer. He gave her shoulder a quick squeeze before pulling away, shutting the door quietly behind him.

At the end of the hall, Duke sprawled across his bedsheets, dead asleep. In a few short hours, he’d be waking up for the day, ready to take on his weekend patrol to keep Gotham safe. Bruce straightened out his blankets as well, before quietly taking the empty glass from Duke’s bedside table and filling it at the bathroom sink. He often slept with his mouth open, which left him with a horribly dry throat come morning.

Backtracking the way he came on the opposite side of the hall, Bruce skipped Jason’s door. As far as Bruce knew, Jason was enjoying his weekend off in Star City with Roy and the Queen’s. He’d already sent a photo of him and Lian in matching sunglasses, staring down the camera with serious looks. Roy had immediately sent Dick the bloopers, the two of them doubled over giggling and trying to steal the sunglasses off each other’s faces.

Bruce cracked the door right next to his own, peeking inside. He expected to see Dick sprawled across his bed, sleeping in the oddest pose his body could comfortably manage. Instead, he found mussed bedsheets and an empty bed. Bruce’s heart skipped a beat as he immediately pulled his phone out of his sweatpants to check Dick’s tracker. His heart settled marginally when he saw that Dick was still in the Manor, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until he saw Dick himself.

As Bruce navigated down the stairs, he pulled up Jason’s tracker just to be sure. His tracker was right where it was supposed to be at the rental house in Star City, his vitals steady and healthy. It seemed as though he were getting a good night’s sleep. Another vice around his ribcage eased slightly, allowing him to breathe a bit easier.

Bruce trailed through the Manor halls, following after the first sound he picked up. He found Dick moving lazily through the kitchen, picking through Alfred’s tea selection as a kettle slowly came to a boil on the stovetop. Padding along in nothing but socks, Bruce couldn’t do much to make his steps heavier in a courteous warning of his presence. Still, as always, Dick just seemed to know, glancing up at Bruce in the doorway with a half-hearted smile.

“Alfred know you’re in here?” Bruce tried to tease, though his tone fell flat as he felt his nervous system readjusting to seeing Dick safe.

Dick played along anyway. “I won’t tell if you won’t – you’re banned, too.”

“Fair enough.”

They lapsed into silence. Bruce came up to lean against the island across from Dick, who wordlessly pulled another mug out of the cupboard. When the kettle had just barely started to whistle, Dick snatched it off the burner to quiet the noise. He poured them both a steaming mug and let them steep in silence, adding a swirl of honey to Bruce’s and a few teaspoons of sugar to his own. Together they shuffled to the den, dropping onto the couch next to each other.

“Can’t sleep?” Dick finally asked once they were settled.

Bruce gave him a dry smile. It was answer enough. “You?”

Dick’s shoulders shifted minutely under the hoodie he was wearing – oversized enough that it had to be either Jason’s or Bruce’s. “The usual – nightmares and restless nights.” He let out a humorless laugh. “And on such a good night too – it’s so stupid.”

Bruce sighed, setting his half empty mug on the coffee table in front of him. “I’m sorry, chum.”

Dick shrugged, taking another gulp of his own before setting it down as well. “It is what it is.” He pulled one leg up into his chest and hugged it as he tipped sideways, resting his head on Bruce’s shoulder. “Just too jittery to sleep now. Hoped the tea would help, but I don’t think it is.”

“Give it some time,” Bruce said, lowering his voice into that soothing rumble that always made his Robins blink a little heavier.

He reached down to squeeze Dick’s knee, trying to offer some awkward amount of comfort. Though Dick’s lips stayed sealed shut, he made a yelp somewhere back in his throat. Dick’s leg kicked out from under Bruce’s hand, the leg he held to his chest jerking slightly as well.

Bruce immediately sat up straighter. “Injury?”

Dick waved him off, avoiding Bruce’s eyes to instead hide in Bruce’s shoulder. “No, no injury.” The tips of his ears were pink.

Ah. Bruce suppressed a smile. No matter how old Dick got, it seemed he would never outgrow his ticklishness. Not that he imagined Dick minded – he still remembered a giggling little boy, doing everything in his power to goad Bruce into playing Tickle Monster with him.

Actually, speaking of which…

“You know, I might have a friend who can help you out.”

Dick snorted, rubbing his forehead against Bruce’s soft t-shirt. “Gonna get me some sleep aids like Timmy? I think I’m good, Bruce.”

Bruce smirked. “Not quite.” He reached out and squeezed Dick’s knee again, more deliberately. This time, he didn’t let Dick shake him off. “You’re actually quite familiar with this friend.”

Dick made a few alarmed noises in his throat as he tried to extract his leg from Bruce’s ticklish grip. “Wait until everyone finds out that Batman is such a secret softie.”

Wordless permission granted, Bruce started putting together a plan of attack. He brought both his hands up to Dick’s stomach, clawing gently into the muscles. “You must be mistaken – there’s no Batman here. Only the Tickle Monster.”

Dick doubled over, giving into his giggles. “You’re so lame! I thought the Tickle Monster only went for kids up past their bedtimes?”

Bruce hummed, adding a few playful squeezes to Dick’s ribs before jumping up to skitter around his neck. “You’re still my kid, aren’t you? Besides, you always had the best giggles for him.”

Like right now, Dick’s giggles being hilariously squeaky and high pitched as he toppled backwards against the arm of the couch to try and escape Bruce’s fingers, his legs tumbling into Bruce’s lap. His cheeks flushed a healthy pink, clearly embarrassed – whether by the Tickle Monster teasing itself or the sounds leaving his lips, Bruce couldn’t be sure.

“Bruce – shit! – that fucking– it– fuck!”

“Sorry,” Bruce said, slipping under Dick’s arms the second he saw an opening. “Does that tickle?”

Dick tossed his head back, belly-laughter filling the room. “You ass!”

Bruce chuckled. “Maybe you ought to defend your tickle spots better. You know how determined the Tickle Monster gets.”

“I am 25 years old!”

“So?” Bruce scoffed, vibrating his fingers into the space between Dick’s underarms and ribs. “Last I checked, the Tickle Monster doesn’t discriminate. And you, young man, are certainly up past your bedtime.”

Dick arched his back with a snorting cackle. He tried to roll off the couch to escape, but Bruce caught him around the waist. He drew Dick into a mock hug, back to chest, and Dick was already shrieking before Bruce’s hands started up again. He knew what was coming.

“Wait, wait – Let’s talk about this!”

Bruce laughed, Dick’s head ducking out of the way when Bruce’s breath glanced off his ear in a way that was clearly too ticklish. There was no way he was stopping now, but he kept his hands still for a moment, letting Dick bargain.

“Bruce, come on, it’s childish!”

“No Bruce here – but Bruce did see you sneakily tickling Tim during the movie tonight. I think ‘childishness’ is a moot point.”

“I– I– We’ll wake up the others!”

“You know just as well as me how good the soundproofing is on those bedrooms, now.”

“Um– You– We–”

“Yes?”

“Bruce!” Dick’s tone turned whining.

Bruce chuckled. “Alright, alright.”

He loosened his grip momentarily, acting like he was going to release Dick, until his shoulders dropped in clear disappointment. He tightened his grip again, one hand skittering up and down Dick’s ribs, the other squeezing at that sweet spot just below them on the other side. Dick burst into laughter, squirming and screeching in his arms.

“Did you really think I’d let you go that easily?”

“Bruce, no!”

“That’s right – no. You’re nowhere near tickled-out enough to sleep yet, after all.”

“Fuck you!”

Dick grabbed at the hand tickling just under his ribs with both of his own, trying to push it away despite being weakened by laughter. Still, Bruce let his arm go limp, allowing Dick’s meager strength to push it away from that hyper-ticklish little spot… only to slide down his ribs on the other side and latch onto the matching spot there. Dick screeched again, switching to try and push that hand away while Bruce’s newly free hand started skittering around his ribs. They repeated this a few times, Dick spluttering curses between his cackling and wheezing.

“You’re so mean!”

Bruce shrugged, giving Dick a brief reprieve by tickling lightly over his stomach. “Never said the Tickle Monster was nice.”

“I hate you.” The sentiment was clearly not serious, said lightly and interspersed with giggles. Still, Bruce thought it warranted some punishment.

Without warning, Bruce released Dick from the ticklish hug, his hands shooting down to squeeze at Dick’s thighs. Dick burst immediately into hysterics, not even being able to talk through his laughter. Bruce had to dodge flying knees and feet more than once just to save himself from a broken nose. He couldn’t help but laugh along with Dick, whatever heaviness he’d been carrying in his chest easing at the sight of his eldest’s dimples and wide, bright smile. But eventually, Dick started slapping his palm against the couch cushions, clearly tapping out, and Bruce had no choice but to slow his fingers.

Dick curled himself into a protective little ball, rubbing away at his ticklish spots as if to rid himself of the ghosts of Bruce’s fingers. Eventually, he peeked an eye open to peer up at Bruce. His blush, which had calmed down along with the force of his laughter, flushed a healthy pink across his cheeks and ears once more and he quickly shut his eyes again, turning his face away.

“Ugh, B, you’re such a sap.”

It was then that Bruce noticed the gentle, fond smile gracing his own face. He could practically feel the way that the harsh lines around his eyes and across his face had softened. He didn’t make this sort of expression often, but it always seemed to make his kids bashful when he did.

He supposed he understood. Whenever Alfred dropped all the propriety and looked at Bruce with proud eyes and a soft smile, Bruce couldn’t help but look away himself.

“Watch it,” Bruce said, following Dick’s lead in pulling their sarcastic walls back up instead of sitting in that uncomfortable vulnerability. “I can call the Tickle Monster back, there’s always time for round two.”

Dick laughed, this time without being forced, and then groaned and clutched at his stomach. “My abs hurt. You’re such a jerk.”

Bruce chuckled, brushing Dick’s mess of hair away from his forehead. “Do you think you could sleep now?”

Dick hummed, loosening a little from his protective ball. “I think I’m gonna sleep right here on the couch, right now.”

Bruce turned his hair pets into a playful ruffle, jostling Dick’s head enough to make him groan and glare up at Bruce.

“Neither of us will be sleeping on the couch. As comfortable as it is now, your back will thank me in the morning.”

Dick groaned again, but went along when Bruce hauled him to his feet. Tea forgotten and long cold on the coffee table, they left it to deal with tomorrow, leaning on each other as they made their way up the stairs. Dick made for his own room, but Bruce stopped him before he could completely detach, allowing a bit of that vulnerability to come back as he pressed a kiss to Dick’s messy hair.

“Sleep well, son.”

“Yeah,” Dick mumbled, ears going pink yet again. Maybe Bruce needed to try being more affectionate with his children. “You too, Dad.”

Dick slipped into his room before Bruce could react, leaving him blinking in the hallway with a dumbfounded expression. His face did that melting thing again, as did his chest, and Bruce quickly sequestered himself in his own room to fully build his own walls back up.

Still, maybe he should invite the kids to sleep over more often. It would probably do them all some good.

#tickle fic #my writing #dc tickling #batfam tickling #lee!dick grayson #ler!bruce wayne #ticklish!dick grayson #dc #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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pinkberrytea · 6 months ago

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Writing year in review: 2024

Tysm for the tag @amoremagnificentbastard and @deadly-diminuendo! Took me quite some time but I’m finally doing it! Forgibe 😭

words posted: 32,230

additional words written: 1,551 (Referring to my Secret Santa gift to @amoremagnificentbastard which I haven’t yet posted, I wanted to end the year on an even number 😅)

grand total of words: 33,781

fandoms: BG3

highest kudos: Bloodless - 280 kudos

highest hit oneshot: Memento Mori - 2,813 hits

new things I tried: Everything! I published my first fic back in April and it’s crazy to think it’s been this long since I started. Truth be told I still deal with a lot of insecurity and self-doubt, but I’m endlessly grateful for all the support y’all have shown me along this journey, it means the world to me, truly!

fic I spent the most time on: Vanitas

fic I spent the least time on: Bloodless

favorite thing I wrote: Requiem

favorite thing(s) I read: Oh boy, get ready, because I have a bunch of honorable mentions 😬 All of them are Tavstarion fics, but I sorted them by category for easier navigation!

Long fics

🩸 With Stars to Fill my Dream by @xxnashiraxx (ao3 . tumblr) 🩸 Midnight Chimes by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Aeterna Nostalgia by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Beloved by @starryjuicebox (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 In Another Life by @locallegume (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Die for You by @astarionancuntnin (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ Branded Blood by @inkymoonbunny (ao3 . tumblr)

Oneshots

🦇 Romance is Dead by @judasiskariot (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Blood in the Mortar by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Rampaging Bride by @rhiaden (ao3 . tumblr) 🩸 Kissing Every One of Your Ridges by @judasiskariot (ao3 . tumblr) 🩸 Khywren’s Kinktober 2024 by @khywren (ao3 . tumblr) 🌻 Dhampir Dreams by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🌻 A Feast for the Soul by @nyx-knox (ao3 . tumblr) 🌻 i'll peel my heart like a pomegranate if you promise it won't go to waste by @amoremagnificentbastard (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 venus in furs by @verbenaa (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Make Your Own Kind of Music by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Ribbons of Blood by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Midnight Stroll by @blissfulstarsfics (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Taken to the Hilt by @libbybee (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 The Life of Astarion's Dark Consort by @faerievampling (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Loss of Innocence by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Crimson Plots by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 The Fool by @obsessedwhyyes (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Honeycomb by @roguishcat (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Quick and Dirty by @hhh-hemogoblin (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 For Your Eyes Only by @thedreamlessnights (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 So Innocent by @marlowethebard (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Sweet Dreams, Darling by @deadly-diminuendo (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Naughty Girl by @nyx-knox (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ Kinktober 2024 by @xxnashiraxx (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ The Ways of Worship by @astarionancuntnin (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ Atone by @wolficer (ao3 . tumblr) 🌹 When I Think About You by @kittenintheden (ao3 . tumblr) 🍷 Dancing with the Devil by @bananasfosterparent (ao3 . tumblr) 🍷 Bound by You by @carooosa (ao3 . tumblr)

Not all of these were written in 2024, but I only started reading fic in March, so that's why they are included here. I highly highly recommend all of them! As you can see, I’m an avid reader, so feel free to throw recs my way 🥰

writing goals for 2025: I really want to maybe try dipping my toes into xOC territory rather than just sticking to xreader. I’ve been neglecting Mav for so long, it’s about time I start writing for her!

new works:

Bloodless

Death & his Maiden

I've tagged plenty of people already when citing my favorite reads, and I'm also pretty late to the party, so no tags this time! If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged!

#astarion #personal #tag game #fic recs #astarion x reader #tavstarion #astarion smut

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mushyblushyredhead · 3 months ago

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I find it crazy how we have a sfw tkl community who loves the sonic fandom and write cute fics. But we don’t have none of shadow and Maria😭😭😭 can you do Lee shadow ler Maria or perhaps the other way around, or switch for both

It does feel criminal that we lack in the Shadow & Maria fluff department. Additionally, I haven’t been feeling 100% these past 2 months (apologies for the boop booth delay, but I don’t want to force myself to draw when my spirits are down)

So, enjoy this self-indulgent comfort fluff fic! ❤️‍🩹

Nightly Talks — Sonic Movieverse

Summary: When Shadow begins to doubt his existence once again, Maria jumps in to help him feel better and makes a very shocking and cute discovery about the ultimate lifeform.

Word count: 6k

Switch!Shadow 🦔🖤❤️

Switch!Maria 🛼🩵

Warning: Light spoilers for Sonic 3 (read with caution), some angst, but lots of fluff! May be too sweet and cause cavities. This is a tickle fic. If you don’t like, don’t read!

Also available to read on Ao3! (I caved in, plz don’t let this flop TwT)

Maria hummed to herself as she cruised through the empty halls on her roller skates.

It was testing day once again for her alien hedgehog friend, Shadow. Even though she didn’t like the tests Shadow was forced to do, there was nothing really she could do about it. She had gotten Shadow out of testing one time when she snuck into the lab, and convinced Shadow to slip out behind the scientists’ backs, placing her teddy bear in his place.

Unfortunately, ever since that day, her grandfather and the other scientists forbade her from sneaking down into the lab and seeing Shadow during experiments. So now, she couldn’t help him sneak out anymore. Instead, she had to stay outside and wait for the tests to be over in order to see her friend.

Waiting always was a drag and felt like forever. Maria tried busying herself to make the time pass faster: playing her guitar, making elaborate snacks from the cafeteria food carts, coloring, or roller skating.

Even though she was told by Commander Walters in the beginning to lose the skates while staying at the facility, that didn’t stop her in the moment. She was bored waiting for her friend, what else was she supposed to do? Besides, she knew the facility inside and out by now to know the best places to skate without getting caught.

Maria skidded to a stop around a corner as she heard voices and footsteps approaching. She quickly pulled off her roller skates and hid them behind her bear and other plushies she brought along.

Her face brightened when she saw Shadow, who was being escorted by two other scientists and her grandfather. “Shadow!” she beamed, leaning down to his level and giving him a hug. Shadow smiled, returning the gesture.

“Maria, there you are,” she heard her grandfather say.

“What are you doing out here alone?”

“Just playing,” Maria answered, gesturing to the pile of plush toys on the floor. “Can Shadow play now?”

“Of course he can,” replied Gerald. “Since he did such an excellent job with today’s experiments.” He patted Shadow’s head, who frowned slightly at that.

“Now then, I’ve got to get back to my work.” Gerald turned his attention to the scientists. “Escort them back to Maria’s room, please.” The scientists nodded.

Now back in the comfort of Maria’s blanket fort, she was happy to see her hedgehog bestie again. Except he didn’t reciprocate the feeling back.

Maria’s smile faltered as she noticed her friend biting back a wince. “Shadow, is something wrong? What happened?”

Shadow forced his expression to be neutral. “Nothing…I’m fine.”

“Come on, you know you can tell me anything.” There was no point in trying to hide anything from Maria; she could always tell when he was lying. That was one of the many traits he secretly admired about her.

The black hedgehog sighed. “It was…” He glanced back at the door, as if he was afraid one of the scientists was going to hear. “They wanted to see how far the limits of my chaos energy could reach. So the scientists had me do countless laps nonstop while they monitored me. And if I started to slow down even just a little…” He sighed again, lowering his head. “They’d make me start all over again.”

Maria felt her heart sink. She always hated how the other scientists treated Shadow as nothing more than a guinea pig. At least her grandfather never gave Shadow that same treatment. He, unlike everyone else at the facility, actually saw Shadow as a person and her friend.

“Oh, Shadow, I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“Doesn’t matter,” mumbled Shadow, shifting away from Maria’s hand that was trying to rest on his. He heard her let out a little sigh, and was quickly filled with guilt. He didn’t mean to hurt her feelings. He did want comfort, but his frustration got in the way and made him express it wrongly. “Maria, I’m…I-I’m sorry.” He lowered his ears, bringing his knees to his chest and hiding his face in his arms.

Maria felt like she could tear up at the sight. “Awh, Shadow…” She hovered her hand over his head. “Is it alright if I pet your head?” She heard a soft ‘mhm’ in response so she gingerly began petting his head. She felt Shadow melt at the touch, especially when she softly traced his quills or gently scratched at the soft fur behind his ears.

When he finally uncurled from his moping position, Maria suddenly yanked him into a tight hug while ruffling his head. “Aaah! Hey! What are you doing?!” He didn’t get an answer, but was instead scooped up and twirled around. “Maria! What…are…you…doing?!”

Maria finally put him down, beaming a smile. “Curing you of your sadness! My grandfather always says the best cure for sadness is confusion; if you can distract the other person with something else, they’ll forget why they were sad in the first place. Did it work?”

Shadow couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “Yeah, a little,” he said, trying to fix his messed up fur.

Aww only a little?” Maria pouted. She had to up her game! She hummed in thought before her face brightened. “Ooh, wait! I’ve got an idea!” She stood up, motioning for Shadow to follow.

When they were in the hallway, she led them to the lift where she pulled out a keycard from her pocket that granted them access to the roof. Now Shadow understood what she was up to. She was taking them to the flower fields where she first took them after he had gotten self-conscious from a certain scene in the movie they watched.

Tranquil silence fell between them as the two laid side by side in the soft grass. It was another clear night, and the inky black sky was illuminated by thousands of twinkling stars. Even the Milky Way was fully visible.

The two sat in silence until Maria spoke. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Shadow hummed in agreement. “I’m sorry you had to deal with what happened earlier. They shouldn’t have treated you that way.”

“Don’t feel sorry, Maria. It was my own fault for not being able to exceed their expectations.”

“Shadow, that’s not true. They were pressuring you, and setting very high standards for no reason.”

“It was still my fault. If I can’t be strong like they expect me to be, then what’s the point?”

“Shadow…” Maria gently took his gloved hand in hers. “You already are the strongest person I’ve ever known, and that’s not because of your powers. It’s because despite everything, you still choose to have a good heart. You’re so much stronger than you know, Shadow.”

The black hedgehog was touched by her words, but there still was a seed of doubt lingering inside. “I don’t feel so strong all the time,” he quietly admitted.

“Well you are,” Maria insisted. She gave a comforting squeeze to his hand which Shadow reciprocated. “You are to me.”

“Do you…really think so?”

“I know so. You’ve got a good heart, Shadow. Never lose sight of that. And never forget that you are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Shadow’s expression faltered. “But what if they’re right? What if I am just nothing more than an unpredictable monster? And I’m just fooling myself thinking I can be anything more than that?”

Maria sat up, gently squeezing both of his hands. “Hey, don’t ever think that, Shadow. No matter what anyone says or thinks, you’ll always be my friend. Remember what I said to you before? You can do or be anything you want to.” She gently tapped his chest. “As long as you follow your heart.”

“Besides,” she added after a moment of silence. “How can a so-called ‘monster’ be a monster if he’s this adorable?” She suddenly cupped Shadow’s face, squishing his cheeks before peppering his face with tiny kisses.

Shadow tried to act annoyed by the sudden affection, but slowly broke into a smile after a few seconds. Soft, breathy chuckles spilled from his lips as Maria yanked him into another crushing bear hug while still smothering his head with kisses.

“Okahahay! Okahay, I gehehet ihihit! Aaah! You’re squeezing too tihihihight!” Now the smothering was getting to him.

Maria giggled, releasing him. “Feel better now?”

Shadow fondly rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you for that, Maria. I really mean it.” He suddenly bit back a wince, touching his side.

“What’s wrong?”

“The endless laps I had to do earlier,” Shadow explained as he carefully tried to massage the knot away. “They wouldn’t give me a break as I kept straining myself to push faster, and—well…I guess I strained myself a bit too much.”

“Oh, Shadow…” Maria reached her hand out.

“I’ll be fine,” the hedgehog assured. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with worse. This is nothing.”

Maria nodded, but she wasn’t so convinced. She knew how stubborn Shadow could be whenever it came to something like bruises or sore limbs. He was always so opposed to accepting any sort of help, sometimes even from her. She figured Shadow tried putting up a tough act all the time in front of her so she wouldn’t worry about him.

She suddenly got a deviously playful idea as she saw Shadow subtly try to rub his soreness away. She wasn’t sure if this would even work on him, or if he would even allow her to do such a thing, but it was worth a shot. Shadow always made exceptions for Maria whenever she wanted him to do something with her so surely he would make the exception for this.

Plus, he really looked like he could use some extra convincing after filling himself with so much doubt. Would this work on him? Only one way to find out.

Maria let out a fake gasp. “Wait, Shadow, you said you were still feeling sore from earlier?”

“Yes? But I already said I’ll be fine.”

Maria put on her best worrisome act. “We should do a checkup to see if anywhere else might be hurting.”

At the mention of ‘checkup’, Shadow scooted away, wrapping his arms around his torso. Maria immediately regretted her choice of words. “It’s okay, Shadow. I meant: why don’t you let me check you up to see if there’s anything wrong? There might be something serious you don’t even know about!” She tried to keep a straight face, not wanting a smile to give away what she was really planning.

Shadow seemed hesitant at first, but agreed in the end. As much as he wanted to convince his friend and himself that a little sore muscle in his side was nothing to fret, he knew Maria wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Even if he hated checkups in general thanks to the GUN scientists, he knew Maria would never do anything to hurt him. He trusted her more than anyone.

He sighed. “All right, fine.”

“Perfect,” Maria beamed, now letting her smile show. She motioned for him to come closer. “Now then, I’ll examine you from head to toe and my assistant here,” she gestured to her teddy bear sitting next to her that she brought along. “will write down anything unusual so I can right away help you. Okay?”

“All right,” nodded Shadow, playing along.

“Good. And I promise, I’ll be gentle.” Shadow nodded again. “Okay, now hold still…” Maria gently rubbed his head. “Any headaches or soreness?”

“No.”

“Alright.” She moved to his ears, gingerly rubbing them before giving them a playful flick to make them twitch. “Ear reflexes look normal. So far so good.” She tested his eyes, making him follow her index finger waving in his face. She checked his limbs, gently bending his arms and legs at the joint back and forth. She checked his reflexes, tapping his knee with her finger and Shadow humored her by kicking his leg out.

“Woah! Reflexes are more than okay,” she stated with a laugh. “Okay, last part. I gotta check and see if anything else hurts.” Maria reached for his torso. As soon as she squeezed both of his sides, Shadow’s breath suddenly hitched. He curled reflexively, but not from the soreness. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even feel the sore knot in his side anymore. It was something else entirely—something odd. A strange feeling he had never felt before.

Maria noticed this, and at first thought she accidentally hurt him. But after another careful experimental squeeze, she saw the corner of Shadow’s mouth curl as he choked on another grunt. It took every single ounce of willpower to not burst out in an excited squeal. Aaaah! No way! No way!! It works! He’s ticklish!! He’s actually ticklish!

“Shadow? Are you okay?” Maria asked innocently. “Does something hurt here?”

“N-No, I’m fine,” Shadow answered as nonchalantly as possible.

“Hmm, are you sure? You’re all curled up. Here, lemme see…” She squeezed his sides again, this time not letting up.

Shadow emitted a startled sound, choking on air again. Why did these squeezes to his sides make him want to reflexively curl into a ball and…laugh?! What was Maria doing to him?

“W-Wait! Maria..! AAAH!” Shadow’s voice cracked as he let out a high-pitched yelp—which he would forever deny until the end of time. He felt Maria’s small fingers start to poke and tase his sides. Why did he get the feeling that she was doing this on purpose now? “Mari—AH! No waHAhait! Wait!! AAAH!”

“Shadow, will you please uncurl so I can see if something’s wrong?” Maria tried to sound stern, but her smile said otherwise.

“I cAN’t if you keep poking me like thAT! What are you doing?!”

“I’m just trying to make sure my best friend isn’t trying to hide some kind of injury from me. But by the way you’re acting, something tells me you are hiding an injury!”

“I am not!”

“Then let me see!”

Shadow slowly uncurled, and yelped as Maria went for his sides again. “QuIHIHIT it!! You’re doIHINg thihihis on pUrpOHose!”

Maria slowly gasped, pretending to be shocked. “Why Shadow, you wouldn’t happen to be…ticklish, would you?”

“N-No! I—I don’t even know what that means!”

“Well,” Maria began to explain, pulling her hands away. “tickling is when a certain spot on your body is touched in a way that makes you laugh.”

Shadow blinked. He had never felt more confused. Maria giggled at his dumbfounded expression. “What I was just doing to you seconds ago. That’s tickling.”

The black hedgehog glanced down at his side where Maria’s fingers had been mere moments ago. Curious, he squeezed his own side and frowned as nothing happened. Maria giggled at her friend’s innocent attempt. “You can’t tickle yourself, silly. It only works if someone else does it to you.”

“This doesn’t make any sense. How is this even possible?”

Maria shrugged. “I don’t know. And nobody has ever really figured out why. All we know is that it’s a silly way to play around and make you laugh.” She suddenly smirked. “And it looks like it works on you too!”

“What?”

“You! You’re ticklish, Shadow! Ohh, this changes everything!”

Shadow felt his cheeks grow warm, but he didn’t know why. “No, I’m not!”

“Are too!”

“I am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too~!” Maria sang, booping the flustered hedgehog on the nose.

Shadow huffed, lowering his ears. “No. I’m. Not!!”

Maria was unfazed by his outburst. “Alright then, Mr. Ultimate Lifeform. You wanna keep denying the obvious? I’ll prove it to you! Lift up your arms.”

Shadow didn’t like where this was going. He hugged himself tightly. “No way!”

“What, are you scaaaared~?”

“I’m not scared of anything!”

“Then lift your arms up.” Shadow reluctantly obeyed, slowly raising his arms above his head. “Now, keep your arms up no matter what.” Shadow’s eyes widened as Maria’s fingers slowly moved closer. He felt something bubbling in his chest: fear but also…excitement?! He brushed it off as just adrenaline. After all, having his arms raised like this left vital spots vulnerable. So yes, it was just adrenaline and nothing more.

Maria wasn’t making this any easier as she slowly, painfully inched her wiggling fingers closer, smirking like a pint-sized villain. And for some reason, the anticipation was maddening! Shadow had never felt this much panicky anticipation. Not even the times where he anticipated grueling tests and experiments the night before.

This was nothing like that. As much as his body panicked, his mind told him nothing serious was going to hurt him. He could feel the corners of his mouth trying to tug upwards. A strange feeling was bubbling and growing in his chest: the urge to laugh.

Finally, Maria’s fingers touched down. She placed her fingertips on his forearms, before softly and slowly tracing down his arms. The closer her fingers got to his exposed underarms, the stronger the urge to laugh became.

Shadow bit his lip, refusing to let any emotion show. His arms trembled as he struggled to keep them up. His instincts were shouting for him to yank his arms down. He couldn’t take the anticipation anymore!

He let out a muffled yelp as Maria rested her fingertips against his underarms. Shadow couldn’t fight his instincts anymore.

“Shadow, keep your arms up!” Maria playfully scolded. When Shadow couldn’t lift his arms back up more than an inch, Maria went ahead and pushed his arms up all the way. Without wasting another second, her fingers plunged down to wiggle and scratch rapidly against the exposed underarms.

Shadow, unable to keep it together, let the dam break as loud laughs poured out of him. “AAAH! MarIAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!” Reflexively, he slammed his arms down to his sides, only to trap Maria’s still wiggling fingers. “NO! NOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHON’T!!”

“Don’t what?”

“S-STOHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Stop what?”

“AAAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!!”

Maria couldn’t help but laugh alongside her friend’s screechy reactions. “You keep saying ‘no’ Shadow, but you’re not telling me what specifically!”

For some reason, the teasing tone in Maria’s voice made Shadow’s cheeks flush even more. His stomach was bubbling with a maddening fluttery sensation that felt like he swallowed a swarm of live butterflies. How was that even possible?!

Quickly losing balance, Shadow flopped onto his back against the grass. “Ooh, making things easier for me by lying down?” he heard Maria say. “I mean, you already lost trying to keep your arms up. But if you wanted me to keep tickling you, Shadow, you could’ve just told me!”

“WhAHAHAT?! NoHAHAHAO!!”

Shadow kicked and rapidly squirmed against the grass. His arms were glued to his sides, and Maria’s fingers somehow were still able to move. As if that wasn’t bad enough, now that he was laying down, Maria suddenly switched tactics. Now, she moved her hands to his ribs, where her devious fingers poked and kneaded at his ribcage.

“WaHAHAHAIT MAHAHARIA!!”

Ignoring his protest, Maria got another wicked idea. She halted her playful assault for a moment. “Hey, Shadow? How many ribs do you have?”

“W-Whahat..?” The hedgehog gasped out, sitting up.

“Does being the ultimate lifeform make you have an extra or less set of ribs?”

“I…I have the same as you. Twenty-four; twelve on each side.”

“Hmm…I better check to make sure.”

“What?!”

Maria faked concern again. “I gotta make sure you’re not missing any! What if one of them came loose from all those laps you did earlier?”

“N-Nothihing came loose!” Shadow answered with a wobbly smile. He was trying so hard not to laugh, to no avail. Even worse, he couldn’t even activate his chaos energy to get out of this flustering situation. In any other scenario, he could have easily teleported out of there, but he needed to concentrate in order to activate his power. And right now, his brain couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the anticipation and tickly sensations.

“Mariahaha, nohohoho!” Shadow couldn’t hold back the anticipatory giggles as Maria slowly inched her wiggling fingers closer to his torso.

Flopping on his back again, Shadow tried to roll away from his villainous friend. Maria quickly reached out, swiftly yanking him back by his sides into her lap.

Now feeling more vulnerable than ever, Shadow frantically tried to squirm free. No luck—why was his super strength sucked out of him when he really needed it the most?!

“Shadow…the more you try to get away, the longer I’m going to tickle youuu~!”

Shadow batted her hands like an angry kitten. “Stohohop tahahalking to me like thahahahat!”

“Like whaaaaat~?”

“Juhust stohoh—AAAH!”

Shadow yelped as his left wrist was yanked upwards. Before he could protest, he shrieked as Maria began kneading his lowest rib.

“Okay, oneee…”

“NAHAHAHAHAO!!”

“Twoooo…”

“STA—STAHAHAHAAAAP!!”

“Threeee…Shadow, hold still! You’re going to make me lose count!”

Maria was having a ball teasing her friend this way. Who knew the ultimate lifeform was so ticklish and susceptible to baby talk?

And Shadow? His ears were pressed flat at how embarrassed the tickles were making him, especially the silly feeling of being cradled in someone’s lap. Even his tail was betraying him; he could feel it wagging behind his back. He just hoped Maria didn’t notice.

She did. But she didn’t say anything as she knew her friend would feel embarrassed if she pointed it out. So she just continued kneading at Shadow’s ribs, slowly moving to the next one and enjoying hearing the stoic hedgehog squeal uncharacteristically.

The higher she got, the louder and more frantic Shadow’s laughter became. When she managed to get to his sixth rib, she paused. “Hmm…aw man, I lost count. Guess we’ll have to start over.”

Shadow’s eyes widened. “What?! N-No you don’t! You were at six!!”

“Was I? I don’t know, it’s just so hard to remember with you squirming around and trying to push my hands away. Oh well~!”

“Mariaha, I swear…if you try ihit again, I’ll—NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!

Maria cut him by digging all her fingers against Shadow’s ribcage, vibrating rapidly. “Sorry, whaddya say?”

“MAHARIAAAAHAHAHAHA!!”

“I’m right here, Shadow. No need to yell.”

Ohh the teasing. Somehow, it made everything so much worse. As much as Shadow was losing it, he also didn’t want to accidentally hurt his friend with all his squirming and kicking.

Maria, of course, took advantage of him not fighting back. She moved her hands around, tickling every spot she could possibly reach.

When her fingers scribbled down to his belly, Shadow arched his back with a loud squeal. He managed to roll out of Maria’s lap, and immediately covered his mouth with his gloved hands. He couldn’t believe he was capable of making a sound so high-pitched like that. So embarrassing!

“Oh my—hahaha! Shadow!” Maria doubled over in giggles. “That was soooo cute! I didn’t know you could squeal like that! I guess I found a really good tickle spot! No, wait—the Ultimate Tickle Spot!”

Shadow could feel his entire face burn crimson by that statement. His ears pressed flat as he huffed, pretending to act all nonchalant. “N-No that’s—that’s not—whatever! That’s ridiculous to say! And not true!”

“Uh-huuuhhh…Don’t worry, Shadow. I won’t tell anyone. My lips are sealed!”

“There’s nothing to tell anyone!” Shadow objected.

“What, that you screech so adorably loud when I tickle you riiiiight…here?” Maria quickly reached out to scratch at his furry tummy again. Shadow flinched away with another loud squeal, falling on his back again. “Awww!! See? I wonder if any of the other scientists have found out about this? Oooh, what if they do?! Then you’d be in reeeal trouble, Shadow!”

Even though he knew Maria was just teasing, the thought of having this embarrassing secret be discovered by the GUN scientists made Shadow genuinely panic. What if she was right? Nobody would ever let him live it down or take him seriously for the rest of his life. And the Professor…what would he even do if he found out the ultimate lifeform was secretly ticklish? He’d rather get disintegrated by his own chaos energy than letting that happen.

He snapped out of his thoughts with a little gasp as Maria pulled him back into her lap again. Now cradled and facing her again, Shadow frowned. “You better not mention this to anyone.”

Maria smiled. “Don’t worry, your cute secret’s safe with me.” She playfully booped Shadow’s tummy, who squeaked at that before trying to cover it up with a cough.

“I mean it, Maria!” The black hedgehog’s ears lowered. “If anyone finds out about this offensive tactic because of you, I’ll…I’ll steal your roller skates! And never give them back.”

Maria let out a long dramatic gasp, half-pretending to be greatly appalled by that threat. “Threatening the second thing I love most? First one being you, of course.” She lowered her tone to sound icy. “But my roller skates? Stealing my skates..?”

Shadow was worried for a split second if he had accidentally made Maria legitimately angry. Now he really regretted his choice of words. He could feel a cold chill run down his spine at his friend—his normally sweet and bubbly—friend’s tone, and the way she tightened her grip.

What he didn’t expect was to burst into hysterics as Maria ruthlessly tickled him. She furiously dug one hand into his belly while the other was shoved under his arm. And this time, she wasn’t playing nice anymore. No matter which way he squirmed, her fingers kept tickling and he couldn’t break free.

“NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!! MARIAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAIT, PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEASE!! I-I’M SO-HAHAHAHAAAA!! I’M SORRY!!”

“I’m sorry, too, Shadow,” Maria said with faux sympathy. “I’m sorry that I do not accept your apology!”

“WHAHAHAHAT?! YOU—YOU CAHAHAN’T DO THA—HAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!” Maria cut him off by using both hands to furiously tickle his belly. “NOHAAAAEEEEEEEHEHEHAAAAAA!! NAHAHAHO, PLEAHEEHEEHEEEEEASE!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!! IHIHI’M REAHEEHEEHEALLY SOHOHORRY!! AAAAHAHAHA!! I DIHIHIHIDN’T MEAN IHIHIHIT!!

Shadow frantically batted at Maria’s scribbling hands, trying to push them anywhere else but his stomach. But that proved to be a mistake, as Maria switched from tickling his belly to his underarms, down to his ribs, then back to his belly, over and over so he couldn’t get used to the tickly feeling.

Eight seconds later, Shadow was starting to lose it. Maria was wielding a very evil duo attack: she had one hand softly fluttering behind his back (he had no idea he was even ticklish there, either. How many tickle spots did he have?!) while the other scribbled the center of his tummy. Having two spots targeted simultaneously made his body confused; he didn’t know if he should arch away or curl inward.

Even though Maria had softened up her touch, that wasn’t the bad part. It was the awful teasing words she was cooing in his ear that made him want to combust. “Tickle tickle, Shadow~! Who’s a ticklish wittle baby hedgehog? It’s youuu~! Aww, you’re trying so hard to get away, but you can’t! Aww, does that fluster you? Me saying the word ‘tickle’? How about…tickletickletickletickle!! Tickle tickle tickle! Tiiiickle tickle tickleeee~!”

Shadow felt like he was going to burst into flames. That evil baby talk was going to be the death of him! Tickly shocks plagued his entire body.

“M-MARIAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! C’MOHAHAHAHAHON, PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M REAHEEHEEALLY SORRY!! IHIHIHI’LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHIHING, JUHUHUST STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!! NOHO MOHOHOHORE!!”

Maria finally showed mercy and ceased her tickling. “Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. You apologize for doubting yourself and for threatening to steal my skates, and then you promise you’ll never doubt yourself ever again because you’re Shadow the Hedgehog. And Shadow the Hedgehog is amazing and awesome at everything he does.”

Shadow weakly nodded with a soft eye roll. “Fihihine…” Just as he was about to open his mouth to say the required words, his eyes widened at Maria hovering her wiggling fingers over him like tickling crane claws. “Mariahaha, nohohoho! I cahahahan’t say ihihit if you’re doing thahahahat!”

“This is to make sure you’re serious about your promise and the things you say,” she smirked. “Go on and say it. If you don’t, I’ll have to tickle you again~!”

Shadow curled in the fetal position. “NOHOHO! You better nohohohot!”

“Then say it!”

“Okay, okahahay!” Shadow tried to get the words out, but Maria’s teasing fingers weren’t helping. They kept inching closer, slowly wiggling towards his stomach or making pinching motions towards his ribs, before pulling away at the last second.

And poor Shadow was consumed with anticipatory giggles that wouldn’t let him get a single word out. “Maria, that’s cheaheeheeheating! You cahahan’t do thahat!”

“Shadow, you have thirty seconds before I tickle you to death.”

“NO! Okay, fihihine!” Shadow breathed a giggly sigh. He tried to fix his gaze on Maria’s eyes instead of her teasing fingers. “Maria, I’m sohohorry for doubting myself…and threatening to steal your skates. I promihihise I won’t ever doubt myself again. There, I said it.”

“And?” she pressed. When Shadow didn’t want to say, she gave him a few quick side tases.

“AAAH! OkAHAhahay! And! Because…” He sighed. “I’m Shadow the Hedgehog, and Shadow the Hedgehog is amazing and awesome at everything he does.”

Maria smiled in satisfaction. She pulled her claw hands away, and gave Shadow gentle rubs to the head. “I accept your apology. And your promise.” She gave him a hug. “Now was that so hard to do?”

Shadow scoffed. “Very.”

“But don’t you feel better?”

“…Yeah. Thank you, Maria…really. You always know how to help me feel better. I really don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you again for everything.”

The two embraced in a warm hug. When they finally broke, Shadow gave her a stern look. “Don’t think I won’t try and get revenge for your little stunt you pulled today.”

Maria laughed, not taking the hint. “Oh, Shadow. No you wouldn’t. You love me too much as a friend. C’mon, let’s head back.” She suddenly yawned. “I’m getting tired.”

Shadow nodded, softening his expression. “Of course. Here,” he took her hand. “No need to walk all the way back.” He activated his chaos energy, and teleported them back to Maria's room. She invited Shadow to stay and sleep together in the blanket fort, which he happily accepted.

Once they were nestled under the blankets, Shadow decided to enact his revenge. No way was he going to let her get away with tickling the ultimate lifeform. Very carefully, he slid his hand under the blanket. When his fingers found Maria’s side, he started gently squeezing.

Maria squeaked and burst into giggles. “Shahahahadow! EEEEheeheeheehee!”

Now it was Shadow’s turn to smirk. “Did you really think I wasn’t going to get back at you after what you did to me?”

“I don’t knohohow! Mahahaybe? EEEEEHEEEK!! Shahahadow, wAHAHAhahait!!” Maria squealed and giggled louder as the hedgehog delivered rapid pokes up and down her ribs. She batted at his hand, and tried curling on her side.

“Oh, did I miss a spot here?” Shadow pointed out as he poked her other side of ribs. He smiled as he heard her bright giggles.

Maria tried shielding herself by pulling her blanket over her head.

“Trying to evade my revenge will only make things worse!” Shadow declared, yanking the blanket off of her. Maria squealed in surprise, opting to hug her torso for protection. She turned her back to the hedgehog.

“Do you really think that’s going to stop me?” Shadow playfully remarked, raising an amused eyebrow. He was surprised Maria wasn’t putting in a lot of effort to try and stop him, like he did with her. He figured maybe this was just something she secretly liked.

Shadow gently traced imaginary lines up and down the girl’s spine, eliciting more high-pitched giggles. She simply covered her mouth with both hands, and twitched at the soft touch but didn’t try to move away.

Shadow took that as his cue to continue. Time to turn the tables. “Hey, Maria, remember that rhyming chant you always liked to use to mess with me? Well, let’s see if it works on you, too!” He traced another set of parallel lines down her spine. “Let’s see, line line, spider crawling up your spine…” his gloved hand switched to a scribbly claw. “Pat pat…” He gently patted her shoulder blades before…

“Heart attack!” Shadow suddenly reached out to tase Maria’s sides.

Maria squealed loudly and shrieked laughter as the tases didn’t stop. “EEEEEK!! ShAHAHAdow! AAAheeheehahaha!! WAHAhahait, noho faHAHAhair!! I’m only supposed to do th—AAAH! Thahahat to you!!”

“Well, now I’m doing it to you!” The snarky hedgehog pointed out. “This is what you get for pulling all your devious stunts on me!”

Instead of letting her answer, Shadow decided to be mean and slipped his hand under her pajama shirt, gently digging into her belly the same way she’d done with him. The reaction was priceless; Maria screeched and flailed as if she was being electrocuted, but that didn’t deter Shadow.

“SHAHAHAHAHDOW!! AAAAAHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAAA!! WAHAHAHAIT THAT REALLY—EEEEEEHEEHEEHEE!! TIHIHIHICKLES!! EEEEEEEEEK!! NAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Maria’s flailing arm suddenly smacked Shadow on the head. He ducked as her elbow almost collided with his jaw. He decided to turn the tables one last time by slipping his free hand behind her to scribble her back while still fluttering his other against her belly.

“EEEEEEHEEHEEEHEAAAAHAHAHA!! HEHEHEHEY, NO FAHAHAHAHAIR!!”

Shadow kept tickling the girl for a few more seconds before her laughter turned silent. He stopped immediately, suddenly concerned. “Maria? Are you okay?” He shook her shoulder. “Did I go too far?”

Maria shook her head as she panted, her cheeks dusted a pink hue. She sat up, coughing between pants.

Shadow became very worried, guilt washing over him. “I’m sorry, I should have stopped.”

“Shadow, it’s okay,” Maria insisted once she caught her breath. “I’m okay, really. I was just laughing really hard.” She giggled, adjusting her shirt. “You really got me good back there. But I’m fine, I promise.”

She smiled reassuringly, which Shadow felt relieved for. He didn’t want to accidentally tire her out too quickly, even if she half-deserved it. “Just…don’t try that on me again, or else I won’t be so merciful next time,” he told her.

Maria laughed it off, completely unfazed by his little threat. “No promises. I’ve never heard you laugh before, Shadow. But it was so cute! And I never knew you were ticklish, either. But I am so gonna tickle you now every chance I get!” She waggled her eyebrows cheekily. “Maybe that’ll teach you not to be so pouty all the time!”

Shadow’s mouth dropped agape, but he recovered in the next second. “Try it, and I’ll make you sorry you ever did.”

“Oooh, soooo scary.”

“You should be. You just never learn, do you?”

“Nope!”

Shadow shook his head with a faint smile. “We better get to sleep. It’s not healthy to stay up so late.”

Maria was about to protest when a yawn interrupted her. Giving up with a tired sigh, she snuggled under the blankets again. Shadow adjusted the blanket for her, making sure she was covered before handing Maria her bear that was discarded off to the side during all her tickly induced flailing.

Maria sleepily smiled and cuddled her plush bear close. Then, Shadow slid under the blanket next to her. Once comfy, he faced his friend who was almost asleep.

“Good night, Maria. Sweet dreams.”

Maria reached out to pet Shadow’s head. “Good night, Shadow,” she sleepily replied, eyes barely open. “Sweet dreams and sleep tight.”

Shadow smiled warmly, and gently petted her head in return. The soft glow of the fairy lights hanging above combined with the warmth of the fuzzy blankets and pillows quickly lulled Shadow into a peaceful sleep. So much better than sleepless nights floating in a giant test tube.

The two friends slept blissfully together, protected in the safe space of their blanket fort. And for the first time since Maria had discovered him in the lab, Shadow slept tranquil enough to not have any nightmares or doubting thoughts. Nothing could harm him as long as they had each other.

THE END

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