#It does seem mad that he's stuck in this weird position

[yesterdayiwrote]

in my opinion, i do think george could potentially get screwed over. but not in his seat is in danger type of way. i think toto wants max to come to the team for a couple of years before he retires and goes and does other motorsports like he has said in the past, then kimi will come in and take that mantle and george will be used as development for kimi.

this model he has in mind, screws over george's championship winning years/chances. toto and his golden boy dreams will be fulfilled and george will be used to make them come true. this is based off what toto is stating publicly, he's basically daniel ricciardo-ing his career.

there is also the chance toto is just chatting shit so people draw attention away from the fact that the car is even worse, lewis is leaving and pissed tf off it. he also making these bizarre offers to max because he knows it undermines lewis, very "i didn't like you that much anyway" after being rejected, like the man at the end of last year was saying things like how lewis is still the best driver in the world but this year he has completely changed his tune and glazing max at every turn. so maybe george is just in the crossfire of the toto-lewis divorce.

its still not right how he is undermining george in a way but i don't think george is stupid. rbr tp saying "maybe george wants to move post-2025" is just a comeback to toto but it is also interesting because we know that even if toto doesn't rate george all that much, other team principals do. if he potentially is even closer to lewis this year, that would be more than enough for him, george is fast, very loyal, pr savvy and inexpensive. even if he gets called pr63, he has kept his options and bridges unburnt for this reason because he does not have the luxury all the other drivers do with teams built around them. atleast with the max talk its only speculation i am interested to see how charles will develop into 'the predestined' because no way they brought lewis in with the promise of being second driver.

I was going to answer this in the morning, but I'm currently having a little 3am overthinking brain stint so I'm going to answer it now...

I think the thing is, bringing Max in isn't going to quell his desire to rush Antonelli in, because now they've rushed him into F2, you very quickly get the issue of 'what to you do with him to stop him getting lured away by another team', which means whoever is beside Max once he's theoretically their new golden boy, instantly becomes the new Valtteri, constantly looking over their shoulder waiting for the axe to fall. Right now there's not a whole heap of options to put a rookie as a placeholder, and Toto's already realised putting them elsewhere for 3 years is too long so... you're pretty much looking at 2026, maybe 27 at the latest for him going in that seat, if you decide to go that route.

And yeah, the other problem is Toto pretty much promised that golden boy spot to George, and is now suddenly offering it to someone who already has a golden boy spot elsewhere, which feels odd? Every other front running team is currently committing long term to their 'new generation drivers', so why suddenly is Toto sniffing around other people's drivers rather than doing the same with his own? It's just very strange behaviour from him, not that we've come to expect anything different from him these days.

And I would argue that actually... George has burnt bridges, even if he hasn't meant to. He's been so loyal to Merc, publicly said he wants to stay there now until he retires. Ferrari isn't an option now they have a hierarchy in place. McLaren also not an option unless one of their drivers gets lured away. He's always been cold on Red Bull. I'm not saying he'd never go if it was an option but I'm not sure they'd theoretically be wanting him given their kind of weird driver situation. And Aston... I mean I feel like it would be a good fit for him from a marketing perspective, but realistically with their driver situation and his history with the Strolls... I'm not sure how viable it would be as an option for him anytime soon either.

So then his options become teams that are probably a step back for him again, which I'm sure he'd consider if necessary, but aren't going to offer him what he wants at this point in his career.

I think the Max talk is speculation, and there probably is some bullshit from Toto going on, but I'm not sure what he's gaining from doing it? There's a non-zero chance of it happening and the fact it's being touted so publicly is a bit of a neg on George whether he intends it to be or not. I mean if I'm George, I'd be getting my manager to be putting feelers out to other teams anyway, or at the very least be demanding some kind of public commitment from Toto.

As I've said before, noone is ever 100% safe in motorsport, but the fact this is even a possibility or a conversation is a mad turn of events given the circumstances... I wish I could offer more in the way of 'it's all going to be fine, everyone needs to stop worrying' but honestly... I've got nothing.

[seastarblue]

Hi! Can I ask what Noha's (i hope I spelled that right) relationship is like with the other characters (sorry if you talked about this already)

Also, just so you know, I am very concerned about Felix's parents!

hello!! and yes you did spell it right!!

———

I haven’t actually gone into detail about it actually! Just a quick “they have a positive/negative opinion on so and so” so I’ll use this as an opportunity to go in-depth!

~~~

Harper: Noha thinks Harper is weird, to say the least. They find his voice weird, his actions strange, his words too big, his everything is just too much. Noha doesn’t hate Harper—though it does seem like that—they just find him akin to a puzzle: strange and wild and unpredictable and—above all else—interesting.

Mehri: Noha’s opinion of Mehri is this: they think she’s a little naive, and maybe she could learn to be less forgiving, but they still like their honesty, and kindness, and overall goodness. The relationship these two have is interesting: I’ve said before that Noha had the lowest morals of the rest of the gang, whereas Mehri is the opposite—their morals are the best, by far. You’d think they’d argue about a lot, but they both let that stuff slide for the sake of their friendship. They learn from each other too—she teaches Noha how to be kind, and they teach Mehri to be ruthless.

Kaiden: Noha finds Kaiden similar to them in a lot of aspects. For starters, they both are quieter, they both were forced to hurt people, and they both were alienated at a young age. Despite all these similarities, Noha doesn’t really vibe with Kaiden too well—especially at the beginning of the story. It gets better—WAY better—after a Specific Event, but for now? Noha thinks Kaiden is eh. They like her wit though. And her (very rare) sense of humor.

Felix: If Noha would describe Felix in one word, it’d be eccentric. Not in the good way, either—they find Felix weird and overall very Loud, which they do not like. They do appreciate his skill though.

Aleksi: Noha just thinks Aleksi is quiet. And a pushover. They think he needs to grow a spine. But at least he’s a decent fighter and has some sense of justice, they suppose.

Li Hua: Noha thinks Li Hua is really… well they don’t quite have the words. On own hand, they think she’s pretty neat, and that her alchemical skills are useful, but on the other they hate the fact she’s so… emotive. It drives them mad. They have learned to make the most of it though: they have made a game of riling Li Hua up as much as possible.

Evangeline: Noha doesn’t quite know what to make of Evangeline. When they first met, Noha assumed she’d be snooty and stuck up like how they expected nobles to act like. Instead, they were met with an awkward young woman grieving her family’s death. They are so confused about her. Noha does like her fashion sense though, so that must count for something.

———

thanks for the ask, @bunnymermaidsblog !

[brainyrot]

I said I would and so I did

Part one

Part two

----------------------------------------------------------

"I just feel constantly watched, that's it. It's creeping me out!"

"Maybe it's just the anxiety."

"I mean, the mind can trick you in many ways, maybe no one is really here."

"But what about the footsteps you and Felix heard?"

"I.. don't know yet but this place looks more abandoned than anything. it's probable some homeless people are here."

if that was actually true.

and if this mug could stop dividing his food to share with the others, it would be great.

honestly, he doesn't care that much, there's easier ways to get food and fast, the problem is that he can't right now. There's a certain follower here, which is already unusual, these weird toons following him everywhere and there isn't a place Wilson hasn't placed his stupid technology to keep him stuck in this form.

it's just annoying, that's it. he could lead them around, sure, but it's more dangerous for him than anything right now, he really hates this stupid form.

and he has no idea how to respond, in general, to them.

One asks about why he's so quiet, he tries to explain but they think he's just tired or just had..an ink attack or.. whatever. "His clothes are all full of ink!"

"The whole place is full of ink."

"Yeah but he literally has ink dripping form his hair. And have you seen his eyebags?"

such a weird observation.

what even is an ink attack? Like when he turns into the ink demon?

He wouldn't call it an attack but, sure I guess. Everybody's creative in their own way.

He needs to start being more creative because if they keep up with the cans and the lunch break room, they'll be stuck here forever.

He could wait until they are asleep, but none of them seem to be wanting to sleep.

those two dishes keep mourning over a dead body they haven't truly met before.

The girl keeps analyzing everything, and she's way more close to the truth than anyone, but it'll only drive her mad, like everyone here.

and the cat, acting sweet and kind, acting fatherly towards this demon he doesn't even know.

Either he's dumb, or something else. nothing positive though.

"Are you okay?" Are you?

"Do you need to lay down? Food?"

"Look once you feel better we can start looking for Boris." We can look for Boris right now actually, wouldn't hurt to pay a visit to that silly anxious wolf. Maybe those two can stop crying, it's pathetic really.

they don't even say why, they don't even look for comfort through the rest of the group, truly some kind of masochists.

and since no one here is gonna do anything, unless he does anything, he just got up and left.

They'll follow him like if they are little ducklings anyway.

he is not here anyway, anymore. He left. he's probably thinking of some sacrifice.

it's useless and stupid, you're not gonna get saved or spared, you're just living in an illusion created by your own mind to have some sort of comfort in this place we're all stuck here day by day until the end of time.

but it's stupidly funny how big this place is, very amusing, especially the reactions.

They are all confused and wary, especially because he knows this place despite "being his first time here", the girl is intrigued too, her curiosity will get her killed, the cat is too but he keeps to himself. Not like her.

She asks questions. She analyzes, she talks. The thing no one does here.

she points things out, she tries to find logic and reasoning behind madness and Ink. That's why she's driving herself crazy.

You can't find logic behind something that has nothing but no sense at all.

but it's not much of a problem for him, the rule here is that you are either mute, to keep yourself safe mostly, or you go mad. No in-between.

sometimes you're both too. Depends.

the more they go down, the more they ask questions, which he could answer, but he can't.

"the pipes are broken, explains the ink."

"People were surely obsessed with this joey guy."

"And bendy."

"what is even the deal with the ink demon?"

"Maybe they are talking about the ink illness?"

"Whoever wrote all of this is probably mad."

"I mean, have you seen this place? Who wouldn't be?"

they are there just not quite.

"this is probably an old abandoned studio some crazy lunatics used for either protection or just to have a roof on their head. they probably had some experiences with the ink illness, it could explain why they keep talking about this "ink demon", they could have used the word demon as a substitute for illness."

"like, when people say you're possessed by a demon when you act crazy?"

"Kind of. They think the ink illness doing is because of a demon, or think the illness is a demon itself tormenting them."

If he could sigh loudly, he would.

"why are we even exploring this place. We should go." He's right. This tall smoking cup is right. You should go.

"Because bendy has no intention to stop, and frankly I'm not leaving him here with who knows who." this cat is going to die first.

"is he looking for Boris?"

"Obviously! he's the only one that we haven't found."

"What about the others? Like Alice or..black hat, I don't know." oh? They know Alice too?

well he could do her a favor then.

"Wasn't Alice in heaven? And what would hat even do here?"

"One of his weird stupid experiments?"

"You think this is one of his experiments to figure out the ink illness?"

"Probably. He had a guy with the ink illness caged up like some animal."

He can't even tell who is talking and who isn't, they all sound the same, say the same thing. and he isn't bothering to make a difference between all of them.

"Oh my Lord!" But for the life of him he can't tune out Sammy's annoying voice.

and those finger guns again. They aren't pointing at him so he's fine, they are pointing at Sammy.

"hey! Don't you dare get any closer, ya weirdo."

A man now made of ink, willingly turning himself into a monster to please a lord that didn't exist in the first place.

"Oh, I'm so pleased my Lord! A gift just for me! oh you flatter me." The man says, holding his axe like his newborn child. A faint laugh from his lips.

"I'll make sure this time the sacrifice will make you happy." Ready fo attack, ready to slice their heads off. But how can you go against toons who can bend reality? How can you against things that were built to not follow logic?

Sammy is only human, a man pretending to be ink, he can't compete. but neither can they, truly a show worth to watch if it wasn't for that grip on his shoulder from the older cup, holding him like if he was some fragile vase that was gonna break any time soon, a friend to protect, something defenseless.

Which he was, but he wasn't in danger at the moment, not when Sammy was here, not when hundreds of lost ones have heard the chaos. Not when so many souls floating and swimming in the dark, lurking and waiting to meet the new guests.

no one is going to hurt him though, no one is going to lay a finger on him.

They all worship him, they all love him, he doesn't get why, but in times like this, he's glad.

but he doesn't want to be at the center of attention. He needs a corner, a table, anything to hide and be ignored until he can make a run for it and be finally free from this cage of a body that he's stuck with.

"I said back off!" He hissed, he surely knows how to act brave. He is not. He is nervous, he is slightly shaking. He is scared of the unknown in front of him, on his head, on the floor, kind of everywhere but he doesn't know.

"If any of you get any closer imma start shootin' and it's all over for you." But it's not effective on people whose life matters no more.

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight - Part 3

Part 1 part 2

Word count: 1.2k

To Eddie's surprise, there's a note on his locker. He plucks it off and almost crumbles it up, but the handwriting looks familiar.

"Meet me behind the gym after school. - H."

H? For Harrington? Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but why would it be wishful if they avoid each other constantly? It's just after the full moon, Steve still seems rather weak, as he always does afterwards. He's pretty sure nobody goes behind the gym, but it's only because he's never been whisked away to do horny teenager things back there like many other students in this hellhole of a school.

The dirt and pebbles crunch under Eddie's feet as he peeks around the brick wall to see none other than Steve Harrington waiting very anxiously there. Is he waiting for a girl? Maybe Nancy Wheeler? Though Eddie is pretty sure things are rocky between them right now. He slips into the small corridor-like area between the two walls and stands just across from Steve.

"You asked me to come here? I don't have my lunchbox with me today, you'll have to either wait until tomorrow or come to my place-" Eddie starts, but Steve cuts him off.

"No, I don't want weed or anything. I just want to, uh... I just wanted to say thanks. For sticking with me for the past two... nights. I've been doing this for years and nobody's really stuck around to help me out like you did." Steve says quickly, looking around to make sure nobody is listening in on their conversation. The past two nights. The past two full moons. Steve holds out a small wad of cash, clearly expecting Eddie to take it without question.

"I didn't know what you like." Steve says sheepishly as his shoulders shrug. "I would've gotten you a proper gift, but now that just seems weird. So... money" He adds, his tone simple but clearly nervous for some reason. Eddie hesitates. What's the catch? Does he owe Steve after this? Is this a test? Steve moves his hand slightly, raising his eyebrows as if to say "Are you gonna take it or not?". On one hand, money. And on the other hand, it's from Steve.. But money is for certain good, Steve is still a maybe. He reaches out with a shaking hand, hoping Steve won't change his mind at the last second for whatever reason.

"Thanks?" Eddie says, more of a question than an actual statement of gratitude, snatching the wad of cash up before Steve can even blink. Steve nods, running a hand through his hair and taking tiny steps forward so he scoots down the wall a little more. Eddie mirrors him. They stand in silence for a few moments more before Eddie speaks up with probably the stupidest thing he has ever said.

"Why don't you have anyone else with you? Surely your parents know their own kid turns into a giant puppy almost every month." He comments, but Steve immediately goes quiet, even though he was quiet before. This is a different quiet. This is a quiet Eddie knows all too well, the quiet that's either the calm after the storm or the buildup to the storm.

"They don't know." Steve says simply, now seemingly completely invested in the gravel under their feet. Eddie thinks he genuinely hates how much Steve looks like a puppy right now, but it's a little fitting.

"They don't? You've been doing this for how long now, and they've just been at home while you're turning into an overgrown dog?" Eddie says, hardly even a question. Of course he's mad at Steve's parents, he just doesn't know why.

No.. he does.

But he refuses to catch feelings for Harrington. Refuses. It goes against his whole Munson doctrine. Basically, jocks are bad, jocks will always be bad. All of Steve's friends saw Eddie, and decided that he was the perfect target. They've backed off somewhat since he started selling though, nobody really messes with their dealer.

"They just don't." Steve bites, his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive position. The hell is with his tone, wasn't he just thanking Eddie? Also, how long has Steve been doing this? The scar on his shoulder that Eddie managed to see in the locker room looked really old, but Eddie doesn't know enough about scarring to know just how long it's been there. He always wondered about that, it looked like he'd been mauled by something. And he was.

"Fine, fine. Fine. Did.. did it hurt?" Eddie then asks softly, and Steve shrugs, scratching his neck with blunt nails right above the scar. "Don't really remember. It happened when I was like.. seven." He says, snarky tone fading slightly, but definitely not fully. Eddie feels that annoyance burning behind his eyes and in the back fo his throat once more.

"Seven? Are you serious!? And your parents just don't know!?" He demands, throwing his arms in the air. Parents should know these things, especially if their seven year old son got mauled by a werewolf. There had to be blood, it had to hurt- what the actual fuck!? Steve runs a hand through his hair, huffing.

"Just... stop. Seriously. You're about to say something else, just-... just stop, dude. It doesn't matter." Steve says, and Eddie bites his tongue. He really needs this money, his uncle needs this money. And it's just enough to cover rent.

"Fine. Fine, I'll shut up. Just, can I ask what happened? Like, how it happened?" He asks the boy in front of him. Steve sighs for what seems like the hundredth time, shrugging.

"I was just playing outside, I guess. Sun set and I saw the guy- thought it was a big dog and learned my lesson." Steve says. He hesitates before finishing the rest of the story. "My parents paid doctors to say I got onto a car crash on my records. Don't know how the hell it worked but it did."

Eddie just simply nods, his lips parted as he listens to Steve explain all of this. Steve might be a jock, but his parents are now among the list of people he hates, right above Steve himself. Although Eddie might not know it, but Steve is slowly teetering off that list- maybe he hasn't actually been on it for a little while now.

One day Eddie will admit it to himself.

Someone calls out to Steve, snapping them both out of whatever state of dissociation they were in. "See you around." Steve says simply, walking away before Eddie can say a word.

------------------------------------------------------

Eddie is once more alone. The trailer is dark, he has the snacks all to himself, and he gets to watch whatever he wants. This is what happens every time Wayne goes to work, there's always a horror movie not rewinded and a can of Spaghetti-O's missing by morning. This is the way he likes it, and yet someone knocking at the door is interrupting his alone time.

"Whaaaaat?" He groans out as he begrudgingly shuffles to the door, blanket still around his shoulders. The door swings open only for him to see none other than Nancy Wheeler at his door. The hell is she doing here?

"I'm worried about Steve, and I saw you talking to him." She says firmly, almost accusingly. She doesn't think Eddie did something to him, did she? Eddie himself knows his reputation, how he looks and how he acts towards people like Steve, but he feels his blood run cold and his face go numb, and not because of the nighttime breeze now blowing even harder into the trailer.

"What's wrong with Steve?" He can't help but ask.

Short and sweet, but still longer than the rest. I'm gonna try to make each chapter longer, because I'm very used to writing short things under 1k words :)

Tag list!! (Woah I have one of those now): @manda-panda-monium @anaibis @irregular-child @gregre369 @cartercaptainofthemoon

[hypmicdaydreams]

valentine’s day 💕 pt. 1 (buster bros and mad trigger crew)

-pairings: buster bros x gn!reader, mad trigger crew x gn!reader (individual)

-genre: fluff

a/n: i wanted to post something short yet sweet for valentine's day, so i decided to write some headcanons about gifting the boys chocolates!! this is kinda based off the tradition in japan where girls usually give the guys obligatory (as the name suggests) or homemade (suggests that you have feelings for them) chocolate and they return the favor on march 14 or white day. reader is gender neutral, ofc. and i decided to split this up into three parts to make it easier to read, but every boy will be given a chance nonetheless! hope everyone enjoys 💕

ichiro

it comes as a welcome surprise, but ichiro is taken aback more than anything and definitely a little flustered

it’s been quite a while since he’s been gifted valentine’s chocolate, from what he can remember. it’s a bit shocking though, receiving chocolates from you. he doesn’t know what to feel exactly

he’s a little shy when you give him the chocolates, perhaps speechless for a second or two. he doesn’t quite know what to say or how to react, besides a sheepish thanks. it’s been a while after all

was this obligatory or homemade chocolate? ichiro couldn’t tell, not that it entirely mattered. it still made him feel butterflies, as sheepish as he is to admit

either way, his chest and mind felt all muddled. his heart beat resounds in his ears, and his face flushes, but ichiro still doesn’t entirely get it. mm, everything was too confusing

he’ll have to get you something more for white day. and perhaps get his feelings sorted out as well

jiro

flustered as fuckk

i mean, he for sure gets stashes of chocolates from others on valentine’s (and he has a lot of obligatory chocolate shopping to do next month); but from you?? yeah, jiro gets shy

mm, maybe he did have a little crush, who knows. but even as awkward as he gets when the others give him chocolates, he only seems to blush and stumble upon his words around you

jiro doesn’t know what to say or how to say them. the words get stuck in his throat, and he’s kinda left looking dumbfounded. and red

he’s already thinking of what to get you for white day next month, perhaps a bit too excited

homemade chocolate? he thinks he’s going to burst right then and there. he’s malfunctioning, his face too warm and heart beating too fast

he tastes your chocolate right away, unable to hold off ‘till after school. it’s sweet, of course, but more so than usual. yet, it’s still his favorite he’s ever tasted

saburo

doesn’t know how to receive it, really, because he’s so surprised and taken aback by the entire occurrence

saburo’s a bit popular, but he’s never thought of this happening. so right away, he’s stuck in a strange position

he’s all awkward i suppose, and stiff. he’s never been too well with others, of course, so saburo simply doesn’t know what to say or even how to physically react (maybe it’s a little cute). this was way beyond his capabilities

if it’s homemade, he kinda just…overloads? malfunctions maybe. it’s the thought and effort of it all really, no matter who it was. he’s never really had anyone that’d show him that much appreciation

he tries a bite, trying to suppress how strange he feels and how weird this entire ordeal was. it melts so smoothly in his mouth; he’s left a warm mess

ah, his feelings for you were definitely going to be a mess and so unreadable afterward

samatoki

confused, bewildered, surprised? more or less. i mean, he’s not exactly the type of person that’d be receiving chocolates to be honest

it could only mean one thing, really, if samatoki was getting chocolates from you, obligatory or not. but it probably doesn’t hit him until later, much later

mm, he does think it’s cute though. nemu used to give him obligatory chocolate back then, and i guess it is a bit of a soft spot for him. perhaps his heart skipped one beat afterward

he’s not exactly like giddy or anything, but he does seem less..irritated? than usual. actually, he feels pretty good that day. it’s subtle, but it’s there and very much noticeable

it’s sweet, perhaps too much for his liking, but you bet he’s going to devour it all regardless. it was you who gave it to him after all, and that meant everything. he couldn’t let your thoughts go to waste

jyuto

more amused than anything, mostly because he hadn’t entirely expected anything from you

it could be obligatory or homemade chocolate; either way, he’s probably going to tease you to some degree, especially if you guys were close to some extent

but really, this man is probably flustered internally. i mean, he hadn’t expected this gift; it had thrown him off. and jyuto usually likes to remain cool and composed, so it’s not a feeling he all too likes

but it’s the only thing his stupid mind can think of that day, always trailing back to the chocolates even amidst work. ugh, he’s unsure why he feels less well than usual that day, all warm and knots in the chest

it tastes better than all the obligatory chocolate he’s received from his coworkers at the station, that’s for sure. it melts in his mouth, a sickly feeling

it was definitely amusing, both the chocolates and himself

rio

definitely grateful!! but also a bit confused? he’s not entirely well versed

rio is aware of the tradition and holiday to some extent, but it’s never really been on his mind. but, he does think it’s super sweet of you to make the trip and gift him chocolates, even stay a little, even if he’s a little confused

he’s content in your presence, and you can tell how happy he seems, probably more than usual. rio has that soft look in his eyes, and his smile is sweet

the chocolates taste good! they’re delightful, he tells you. rio isn’t sure why, but he feels something fluttery in his chest, though it feels all too good

he’s definitely going to make it up to you, probably cook the two of you lunch at his site or whatnot or perhaps make his own chocolates for you as well

[undyingembers]

C, F, and X for Len and Daeran!! :D

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Both of them would feel very awkward at first. For various reasons, neither of them knows what to do when the other is going through a crisis, though they know deep down that they would do anything to make the other whole again.

Len's biggest worry when trying to offer comfort to Daeran is that every time anyone tries to do so, Daeran blows them off and mocks them for being so worried. Len just doesn't want to upset him. S/he does it far better than most, however. While most would keep their distance from Daeran, Len doesn't let Daeran push him/her away and will at the very least stay at his side and wait for him to open up if he wants to. Daeran comes to rely on Len so much, though. He almost always opens up to him/her eventually.

When Len is having trouble and/or in a panic, that also sends Daeran into a bit of a panic. He has absolutely no idea what to do in those situations. He has no idea how to offer comfort or help someone feel better, and before he met Len, he never really wanted to. When it first happened, he had to deal with the fact that (a) he wanted so badly to help Len and (b) he felt completely unequipped. He's getting better at this, but even so, when he is in that position, he pulls from experiences he's had being comforted by either Len or his mother and just...stays there and holds Len close, all the while chastising himself for not being able to do better.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Neither of them really gets bad at the other very often, something that surprises both of them. With how uptight Len is, Daeran fully expected his own debauched ways to have chased Len away. Len is also surprised that Daeran could stand to be around someone who demands orderliness from everything around him/her. Yet, nothing about Daeran offends Len in any way, and Len is nothing like the self-righteous assholes Daeran is used to.

The only times Len has ever gotten mad at Daeran was when it seemed that Daeran belittled or mocked his/her pain or struggles. The most obvious case is after the final Diplomatic Council meeting, when Daeran said that comment about tiefling rights, but there were other times where Len felt like s/he couldn't count on Daeran for comfort, and that hurt a lot. Even in the worst cases, Len never wants to stay mad at Daeran. What it takes for Len to forgive Daeran is an apology and some time away to cry it out.

The only time Daeran really got mad at Len was when Len didn't mercifully kill him when he was trapped in his soulless state. Leonosa knew that what Daeran valued more than anything else are his freedom and his ability to live his life. Being stuck in that wretched state was the worst experience he had ever had. With anyone else, Daeran usually has no trouble letting the other person know exactly what he thinks of them when he's angry. With Lenarius, though, he's very quiet. Len knows something's off, but Daeran won't tell him what. For Daeran, though, it's very frustrating because Len is just right all the time, even if Daeran doesn't always agree with his decisions. Daeran knows that Len is very smart and capable and knows the right thing to do most of the time. Sometimes doing right goes up against what Daeran wants. Daeran actually doesn't mean to be difficult; he just doesn't know what to do. He still loves Leonosa. He just doesn't know how to deal...

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Oh, they are very affectionate, even if neither of them will admit it. Len has to maintain proper composure at all times and puts up a very formal and somewhat distant demeanor. But s/he loves being close to Daeran. S/he is one of those weird people who is touch averse, but has physical touch as a love language. S/he cannot stand anyone getting into his/her space, but s/he loves the feeling of his/her lover's warmth and affection around him/her.

Daeran would tell you that he does not care about others enough to really be affectionate with them. That is nonsense. He loves kissing and being in Len's arms. It's just so comforting having him/her there, having those long and skillful fingers stroke his hair. No matter what happens, they always end up cuddled up to one another.

[penny00dreadful]

First Impressions - Chapter 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 AO3

As soon as Chrissy got back into the comfort of their home her tension dissipated and she started to gush about Robin.

Eddie tried to listen in, he really did, but his brain was stuck inbetween the sheer audacity of Dustin fucking Henderson and invasive images of golden veiny forearms and a full pouting mouth that looked like it was regularly swiped with at least chapstick and a downright bitchy attitude that dug it's fucking claws into him.

Chrissy was in the middle of a monologue about Robin’s terrible dancing before she cut herself off and narrowed her eyes at him, handing him a cup of her weird sleepy tea.

“You’re being unusually quiet.”

He took the cup from her and grimaced at the smell. “I can be quiet.”

“Eddie, you used to deliver sermons on lunch tables about conformity and set off bang snaps in the staff room, you are incapable of being quiet.”

He rolled his eyes and sipped his pungent tea. It tasted like ass but whether it was due to constant exposure or the placebo effect it did actually help him to fall asleep quicker.

Chrissy chewed the inside of her cheek, her gaze boring right through him. "Did you get a chance to talk with Steve?"

"Jesus, what is everyone's obsession with me and Harrington? Yes I spoke to him, but I needn't have. I don't know what kind of lightning strike you were expecting, Chris, but to me he seems to be the same vapid, vain and pompous ass as he always was. I'm just glad I never have to see him again."

Chrissy dropped her stare, and seemed suddenly very interested in her own cup of tea.

Eddie looked up at her from his position on the couch, letting his eyes linger as her cheeks steadily got redder and redder. 

If it's one thing that people didn't think Eddie Munson was, it was patient. But he'd spent his life waiting out his bully's tirades so he could verbally tear them down, waiting out his father's anger, locking himself in the bathroom until he could escape, waiting out a heated gaze across a dance floor until they came to him .

Chrissy continued to fidget under his stare before she eventually huffed and glared up at him with only a little irritation.

"Robin invited me to hang out with her tomorrow. Maybe see a movie. Said I could bring you if I wanted."

"You want me to third wheel your date with Robin?"

Chrissy scowled at him, the gesture not quite distracting from the click of her throat as she swallowed and fidgeted with her mug.

“It’s not a date. I’m not- I don’t like girls. Even if she does. That doesn’t make it a date.”

“She told you?”

She levelled him with an unimpressed look. “I know what it looks like when someone has a crush on me, Eds. I’ve seen it enough.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, maybe preening just a little .

He couldn’t even be mad, Chrissy was hot as shit. He knew it. She knew it. It had taken him a long time to help her build her confidence level up to where it rightfully should be and that confidence looked damn good on her.

“You sure it’s only one sided? You spent the whole car ride talking about her hands .”

“She has nice hands!”

“Sure. If you say so.” He spoke into his mug, taking a large gulp of his disgusting tea, trying to figure out how to approach the next topic. “And you’re okay with that? Hanging out with someone who has a big lesbian crush on you?”

Chrissy almost looked offended that he’d even asked. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? She’s sweet.”

Eddie shrugged, pulling her down to sit next to him, throwing his long skinny legs over hers and settling back into the arm of the chair. “In my experience, straight people are usually not okay with that.”

She tore her eyes away from his and began to pull the threads at the rips in his jeans and shrugged. 

The silence stretched on and Eddie could tell from her posture he wouldn’t be getting much more out of her on the topic so he switched. 

“Anyway, why would Robin inviting you to hang out mean I’d have to see Harrington again?”

“He’ll be driving us, she kinda panicked when she asked and invited Steve as well. So you came up as an option to join too.”

“As a fourth wheel?” Eddie dropped his head back and let out a long suffering groan. “Sorry, honey bunny, no can do. I am not suffering through that . Harrington is already there as your buffer in shining armour and you actually like him for some reason, which I do not understand. I think my day would be better spent vegetating.”

“You mean procrastinating dealing with your writer's block?” She smirked, lightly dragging her manicured nails over his bare knee where she knew he was ticklish.

He jerked his legs away and glared. “Don’t mention the war.”

They spent the next few minutes bickering back and forth as they finished off their nasty herbal concoction. Chrissy gulped it down eagerly. Eddie powered through. Eventually they both slouched off to their respective rooms.

He stood in the middle of his room, staring into nothing, eyes unfocused as he got lost in his head. His mind wandered back to hair. His hair. His stupid, styled, soft, swooping hair. So clean and voluminous and thick. What would it look like if it was dirty? Had the King ever deigned to let it get dirty? Did grime just fall off it like plastic? How would it look finally crushed or flattened after exercise? Flopping and damp with sweat or water from showers, pool water, lake water, sea water... maybe cut through with black goop and just a bit of blood. All fucked up and tugged in different directions from wandering hands-

Stop.

As he scrabbled desperately for the steering wheel in his mind, he wrenched it back into safer territory and far away from... whatever the fuck that was. He didn't want to think about it.

Unfortunately for him, safer territory was still torturous.

The damn insufferable writer's block was completely wrecking his head and had been haunting him for weeks. Why was it, the second he'd decided he might send something off to some publishers, he found himself completely stopped dead. 

Eirwen's story seemed to just drop off a cliff at the midway mark. 

She'd been trapped for a hundred years in her glass coffin, the bite of the poisoned apple didn't get dislodged from her throat as it did in the original fairy tale, instead dissolving into her body, freezing her in a stasis between life and death. She was put on display in the prince's castle, until his grandchildren, weirded out by his obsession over her beauty, stuck her up in the attic after he died. They ended up cracking the glass as they moved her and she'd broken free, swearing revenge on her stepmother and captors. She was now some feral undead thing driven only by bloodlust, donning the castle's old rusty armour and gripping ancient weapons and then-

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Oftentimes Eddie had the end of a story figured out before the middle but he was in the middle of the story now and there was just nothing. No ending, nothing else of the story. A blank empty void where the rest of the story should be.

It was difficult to explain. Inspiration came to him like lightning strikes and it could come at any time. He’d be out in the world and he’d see something or hear something or someone said something and it was like an entire story dropped into his head. It would need fleshing out but all the bullet points were there. And if they weren't all there then… there was nothing he could do. He couldn't force it. Couldn't make it happen. He just had to wait.  

Wait for something else to infect his mind and latch on.

He'd tried to force it before and it was just pathetic really. He had delivered one of the worst campaigns he'd ever written. Corroded Coffin never played the songs he wrote during that time. He'd burned those stories that he had dragged out of his brain. In those first few years it was like the earthquake had fucked his creativity so severely he thought it would never come back. 

But it had and now it seemed to have abandoned him again. A complete and utter blank space where stories used to run rampant. Right at the time he was trying to live out one of his many childhood dreams;

Go on tour with his super cool future band.

Publish a fantasy book that would have people lining up for the next in the series.

Find Santa Claus and make him explain why he never visited like he did with all the other kids.

Become an astronaut.

The book one had seemed the most achievable out of the four.

Eddie yanked himself out of his clothes, flinging them across his room in frustration, throwing himself down on his bed. He rubbed his face into his pillow before turning to glare at his typewriter.

This is all your fault.

Chapter continues on AO3

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2021: Stuck In Wall (18+)]

ChengXian | Mo Dao Zu Shi 27-10-2021

Day 27: G̷r̷o̷o̷m̷i̷n̷g̷ / P̷e̷g̷g̷i̷n̷g̷ / [Stuck In Wall]

Jiang Cheng knew he should not have tried to pass through the hole in the wall, he was now stuck. Wei Wuxian is the only one here to help, but he seems to have something else in mind.

====

Jiang Cheng was mad at himself for trying to take a shortcut by passing through the hole that was present in one of the outer walls of a village near Lotus Pier. He and wwx wanted to see who could get back home first without flying on their swords.

In his memories, that hole was bigger than it seemed to be now, or maybe it was simply because he had now grown up and he was too big for it.

And now he was stuck here, trying to get himself out without any real success. He gave up after a while, trying to at least find a position that wasn't too uncomfortable.

Surely someone would find him. He already felt embarrassed and ashamed at the idea, but surely /someone/ would pass by and would be able to find help for him.

“jc!” he heard called out from above, twisting as best he could to look above him. Although just from the voice he knew who it was, his guess was good when he saw wwx get to the ground and sheathing suibian.

“Are you alright I was getting worried since you weren't there when I reached up and wasn't arriving either" wwx asked, crouching down in front of him. Jc was usually pretty quick in their little game or was behind him from not much. Especially this shortcut.

“I got stuck in the wall" jc replied in a mumble, blushing a little bit when wwx laughed at this. “instead of laughing help me get out" he asked.

Wwx teased him until he realised jc was really stuck there, even as they were trying really hard to get him out of there.  “I'll go get some something to make the hole larger for you" he assured him before leaving him again.

Jc was left again to worry about whether or not someone would stumble onto him like this. Thankfully wwx didn't mess around and came back soon, leaving jc waiting for him to start working.

He was about to ask what wwx was doing when he suddenly felt two hands land on his ass, kneading it, making him yelp. “wwx! What are you doing! You're supposed to help me out, but grope me, what if someone saw us!?”.

This only made wwx laugh a bit, not stopping in his kneading. “we are so far away from everyone no one will come here, come on, you cannot tell me this is not exciting" he said as his hand moved to his front, teasing him a bit.

Jc bit his lips as wwx expertly touched him, looking around. It was deserted and he would lie if he said this was not actually pretty exciting in a way. Especially now that wwx was here with him now.

“Jiang Cheng?” wwx asked from the other side of the wall, a bit worried from the lack of answer jc was giving him. “It is” jc finally replied, swaying his hips a bit.

“just... make sure no one is coming your way alright?” he asked, soon feeling hands back on his ass and patting it a bit as wwx promised him he would keep an ear out for anyone coming their way.

His pants were soon pooled around his ankles, robes pushed aside as best as could be done in this situation. It felt a bit weird. To be half exposed like this, trying to open his legs as best as he could so wwx could have better access.

He was a bit surprised when he felt a breath against his ass, hand spreading him open as wwx got to work, eating him out. “wwx!” he tried to protest. Not that it was unpleasant, but he didn't wash at all?! Yet it did not stop the other cultivator who only went at it even harder, tongue working into his entrances, fingers joining in afterwards to help stretch him out.

The only down of this situation for wwx was that he couldn't clearly hear jc's moans and whimper as well as he usually does, especially if he was trying to keep it down right now. 

Wouldn't stop him from enjoying this moment.

“look at you, already all hard and dripping” wwx teased, his hand stroking jc cock, satisfied when this made jc make a bit more sounds. But he had to stop at some point, feeling that jc should be good now and feeling his own erection trapped in his pants.

Jc jumped a bit when he felt wwx cock suddenly rub between his cheek. “Just put it in already,” jc said, trying to kick his leg a bit. He yelped when he received a slap on his ass.

He was about to complain when he instead felt wwx enter him, one deep trust making him fit in to the base, waiting there a bit. The tightness of jc was just as good as ever, making him wonder what kind of expression his shidi was doing right now on the other side.

Jc did try to keep his moan to himself, but soon it was hard to do, especially when wwx was doing everything to make him moan. Seeing how no one was coming did help him in letting go a bit more, and enjoying it.

“Please, please, touch me more” jc whined, hands on the walls as he couldn’t reach back to jerk himself up. He only felt hands stronger on his hips, wwx going even more hard on him. “A-cheng can only come untouched~~” wwx replied, “I know he can do it~”.

And he kept his word, ponding into jc, hitting his sweet spot as much as possible. He was more than satisfied when he made jc come from just his dick, filling him with his cum as he tightened and clenched around him.

He leaned a bit against the wall as he was catching his breath, hand mindlessly caressing his hips to soothe him.

“Can you get me out now” jc asked, “I... I want a kiss” he added. This was enough to really make wwx get back to earth, helping jc put his clothes on again, working on making the hole big enough so he could slide out.

For sure, once he was out, jc got all the kisses and cuddles he wanted.

Original - AO3

[creepypasta-cb]

꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷Information꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

🔪 Name: Jeffery Woods 🔪 prefers to be called Jeff

🔪 Pronouns: he/him

🔪 Age: 23

🔪 Height: 5'4

🔪 Species: human

🔪 Eye colour: brown

🔪 Hair: black

🔪 Other features: He has a huge cut smile that goes across his cheeks that always seems to be stained with blood. He doesn't blink due to his eyelids being burned off. His skin is very rough and he coughs up blood regularly.

🔪 Occupation: serial killer

🔪 Disorders: bipolar, PTSD, schizophrenia, depression, anxiety and sleep paralysis

꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷Background꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

🔪 Jeff was only 13 years old when his life completely flipped. It first started when Jeff and his brother Liu moved cities. They went to a brand new school and on their first day, both of them got bullied by three others.

🔪 Those three threatened Jeff with knives and harm. That caused something in his brain to snap and brutally attack and punch them. His brother Liu took the blame for the attack and went off to jail for Jeff. He did not handle his brother being gone well at all.

🔪 Weeks later, there was a party on their block. Jeff's parents dragged him along even though Jeff really did not want to go. Those three bullies were there. They managed to get Jeff off on his own and started to attack him and breaking bottles over his head. Jeff managed to kill one of them and run upstairs to the bathroom to escape the other two.

🔪 Well, Jeff got caught and one of the two remaining bullies caught Jeff. Jeff got into a headspace during this fight and it would permanently stay this way. Jeff has gone insane. One of the bullies poured bleach all over Jeff and lit him on fire. At this point Jeff would pass out and he does not remember anything until he woke up in the hospital.

🔪 Jeff was stuck in the hospital for days and his head was wrapped in bandages. Once he was allowed to go home, they took the bandages off and he did not seem shocked over his new appearance. He laughed hysterically out of insanity. His skin was white and leathery. His lips were bright red and skin was severely disfigured.

🔪 The doctor thought the laughing was a side effect from the heavy pain killers, so they sent him home. Liu recently got released so Jeff was happy to see his brother.

🔪 Jeff had this weird smile on his face for the whole day. It quickly turned night and Jeff found himself in the bathroom with a knife tightly gripped in his hand. He carved a permanent smile in his face and burned his eyelids off so he could always see his new beautiful self.

🔪 His mom heard the clanking of the knife falling on the ground and went to check in Jeff. She screamed and called Jeff mad. She ran off but Jeff caught her and stabbed both his mom and dad to death.

🔪 He then went to find his brother and also stabbed him saying his iconic line go to sleep.

🔪 After this, Jeff had gone off the deep end and would go off killing anyone who wouldn't sleep at night.

꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷Personality꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

🔪 Traits: brutal, psychotic, insane, ruthless, violent, cold, sadistic, flirty, selfish, girly pop, iconic gay personality

🔪 Likes: knives, stabbing, killing, blood, pain, himself, alcohol, playing games

🔪 Dislikes: Jane, Liu, criticism, being told no, being told what to do

🔪 Other notes: Jeff is always laughing and looking at himself in the mirror. He thinks he is beautiful and will make sure others know it. He always is covered in some sort of blood and will pick at the scabs on his cut mouth to make himself bleed.

꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷NSFW꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦

🔪 Position: switch

🔪 Jeff likes to act dominant but secretly really likes it when someone tries to dominate him

🔪 Kinks: breeding (recieving), extreme knife play (recieving), blood, gun play, shibari (giving and recieveing), cnc (need to talk about this first!!! Will not engage unless EVERYONE is in agreement), edging (giving and recieving), electrostimulation (recieving), humilation (giving and recieving), exhibitionism, gagging (recieving), katoptronphilia (recieving), size kink, muzzles (wants to be muzzled), collars and leashes

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷Relationships꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

🔪 Ideal type: someone who is insane as him and will go out on killing sprees with him

🔪 Sexuality: pan

🔪 Dating: in love with @timmburrton Seong [8/18/2023] Jeff: be my hubby >:[

🔪 Friends: LJ, EJ, BEN, Ticci

🔪 Enemies: Jane the killer

[fauslayer]

Stinky and pizzano headcanons go crazy

OH BOY! im about to post images so uh rest under the cut

(x) (x)

the dev art of/about these two is really fucking good i must say.

i have a strange web of headcanons about their meeting and how they interact and about 80% of the gist is that stinky was doomed the second that they said "yeah hes the noisette function" and through a series of interconnected "wouldnt it be funny"s i see them as a kind of quirky mostly-noncommital(*) relationship with an incredibly rocky start. (*youll see)

stinky, Or Phil, since this was the before times, was originally hired for short term contract work on occasional odd jobs for PTV; he wasnt that aware or particularly fond of the network so he became a sort of Pizzano Favourite on virture of talking to him like a normal fucking person. the stuff pizzano asks for is weird and usually incredibly dangerous, but its a chance for him to actually strut his engineering legs and not just fix broken down cars all day. it was during this era that the nickname landed because im 100% convinced that pizzano fucked up his last name day one and called him stinky and never stopped. he hates it.

as jobs turn more frequent, he starts making visits to the studio itself, to do handyman work and maintenance on his pre-existing creations and some other gaggles of props and vehicles (and lots and lots of firearms??) lying around PTV. they strike up a familiar enough racket that pizzano suddenly invites him to join his actual staff, huge benefits and huge salary on top of still getting commission pay (the legality of his pay arrangement is dubious but literally nobody higher-up says no to the pizzano because hes an entertainment juggernaut, and also A Big Man With A Gun). he probably should have said no to this job, but the zeroes beckon him.

new position places him a lot closer to pizzano on the daily, which definitely starts to grate on him. hes loud, obnoxious, changes on a dime, gets stuck in moods from mere minutes to whole weeks, seems allergic to actually getting any proper work done, and is generally kind of a nuisance. the pay is nice, but he cannot deny some days he wants to like. grab that blue motherfucker and chunk him across a room until he stops bouncing. he didnt sign up to be a glorified secretary for some pastry baron lunatic.

the problem is because hes around pizzano a lot more than other workers, and pizzano has more inherent trust in him, stinky gets to see. some weird shit? some concerning shit. like nobody else is freaked out by how often this guy throws up? he just smashes himself into walls for fun? he doesnt even have windows in his room, for gods sake, is nobody else worried about this? but its also none of his business to tell, so he doesnt. the pizzano drags him to restaurants and moving showings and private parties and occasionally, embarrassingly onto the dance floor at a wrap party while intoxicated (lets hope i ever finish that wip). maybe pizzano just isnt great at having friends, stinky wonders, maybe he just exclusively has frenemies or something.

on pizzanos end, this is where the * and the noisette bit kick in a little harder. my biggest "wouldnt it be funny" was just like. what if instead of having the noisette proxy swooning over a relatively unaffected but still loving noise proxy just like a carbon copy of pizza tower it was. The Other Way Around. pizzanos really fucking bad at flirting; he just sorta treats stinky ""the same as he would anyone else"" (hes definitely treating him a little better but he has that irritating pizzano charm) and expects him to pick up on it. hes not mad if stinky DOESNT pick up on it, but pizzano is sure he will eventually! stinky does something nice for him after a bad day and he has to go back to his room and bury his head in his pillow and kick his legs behind him like a schoolgirl.

if anything happens to actually kick off a relationship between the two its probably happening while theyre both drunk at a party or something and pizzano is babbling about how much he enjoys stinkys company and stinky is like .oO{ a bear is fine } and they make some mutual bad decisions that they have to wake up and reflect on but both of them are honestly pretty okay with it. pizzano definitely loves stinky more than stinky loves him At First, but they steadily keep growing into something more comfortable as time goes on. i think sugary spire probably happens a bit before this event, rationally.

thanks for reading my manifesto

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

(Not) Too Far Gone

Fandom: Homesick (Webcomic)

Words: 2089 (AO3)

In one timeline, Tomoha is left with Rayne and Sam to try to pick up the pieces of what they're going to do next. She's passed over by the organization of the infected, her humanity being her one saving grace.

In another timeline, she gets to Sam and Rayne just a little too early, and she seems a little more like suitable bait for Rayne.

For Whumptober 2023 Day 4, Prompt #3: "You in there?"

They throw her and Kenny into the same cell, Raven- Gladiolus, who she'd thought she'd honestly thought she'd never see again- in a separate cell next to them. Guess they're not scared of Kenny waking up and the both of them escaping, at least, not at the moment. That, or else they ran out of cells, because she can see someone else on Gladiolus's other side, hunched over and quiet.

Tomoha huddles near Kenny, rolls him over so that he's completely on his back and not kept in the way that they threw him in. He'll be sore when he wakes up, but at least this way it won't be as bad as it could be.

Gladiolus clearly notices him, too, because he looks over at him before minutely pursing his lips; she'd nearly forgotten how small his expressions always were, and how closely anyone needed to look at him to tell how he was feeling at any given time. He always keeps a neutral expression, only in tiny details revealing his thoughts, though part of her had kind of assumed that he did that on purpose because of how seriously he took his position as a guard in the house under Mateo.

She glances around for another moment, trying to see if there's anything that can help her out of the cell, a conveniently-shaped bobby pin or something, but no such luck. She can't even get her handcuffs off, or Kenny's for that matter, and Gladiolus and the stranger are both problems in their own rights. She trusts Gladiolus somewhat, in that he's probably not going to purposely get her or Kenny killed or hurt somehow, but she's got nothing for the stranger, nor does she know what stake Gladiolus holds in all of this.

All that she can do is stick near Kenny. Tomoha gently moves his hair out of his face, and leans down to whisper, "Are you in there, Kenny?"

She waits for a moment of silence, to see if anyone's going to get mad at her for making noise, and when nobody says anything, she continues. "If you are, if you can hear me, please be okay. I don't want you to be stuck like this. Please make it out of there."

With that, she tucks her legs into her chest and rests her head on her knees. There's nothing that she can do right now, so she waits.

-----

"I'm here! I can hear you! I swear I'll get the hell out of this place- !"

-----

"He can't hear you, you know."

Tomoha lifts her head up and looks over at Gladiolus. He isn't looking at her, instead staring at the door that their captor walked out of not too long ago.

"I don't mean to be rude, but you shouldn't go around with that false hope. He'll wake up when he wakes up, for better or for worse. You should focus on getting yourself out of here."

She blindly picks at a loose thread in her overalls while still looking over at Gladiolus. She wonders if she should grace that with a response at all, or if she should waste her time and energy getting angry. It won't help her gain anything, but it'll make her feel better about this whole situation if she can get her frustration out for a moment.

She shouldn't do that. She shouldn't take all of this out on him, because he's just trying to help in his own weird and sharp way. Still, she's upset by what he said, so she tonelessly replies, "Maybe I want to talk to him anyway. It can't hurt any more than being stuck here."

Gladiolus doesn't seem to have any response to that, so the room falls silent again.

-----

She knows why they took her. They said it themselves- "Leverage." They want to use her as bait, to lure Rayne in, to get her to trade herself in for Tomoha's safety. They don't care about her, not really, because she isn't infected and she doesn't know them already, but they take her, handcuff her, and blindfold her anyway. She tries to fight them off, but the man with the weird skeleton-fingers was the least of her worries; the woman with braids takes her down easily, carrying Kenny in one arm all the while. It's embarrassing, honestly, to know that after all of her effort in trying to make herself better and stronger, she was still taken out so easily.

She hates knowing that all that she's good for is being bait; she doesn't know what she hates more, the idea that Rayne's going to come save her or the idea that she won't. The only reason that she knows Rayne's even alive is because of a few stolen moments with her, a handful of seconds when she'd run over to her and Kenny and Sam to find the woman and all the blood.

-----

They take Gladiolus.

He'd been talking to the stranger in hushed tones, incomprehensible to her at this distance and with the poor acoustics of this place, and when he leaves she's stuck dealing with the stranger's weird staring.

His hair is long and unkempt, and it covers his face to the point that she can't tell if she could recognize him or not, but she can still feel his staring like she's a bug under a microscope, or like he's a dog and she's a particularly interesting toy.

She's uncomfortably reminded of Gressil, so she looks away. Rayne killed him anyway, same as Tomoha had killed Mateo. Neither of them are any danger to her here and now, so she should focus on the legitimate threats that she's dealing with- of which the stranger isn't one at the moment. He's of no real concern unless he starts something.

The cell is still bare, and the most useful thing that she's got in her possession right now are her hair ribbons. They stole her knife and searched her pockets for any other weapons before they even put her into the car, not that she made it easy for them. They probably searched Kenny, too, but she checks his pockets, just to be sure. She finds nothing in there, either, though that might also be because he doesn't tend to use his pockets anyway.

Finding nothing else useful to do, she goes back to whispering to Kenny in hushed tones.

"I don't know where we are. The people that took us, they want people who are infected, people like- like Rayne. They seem to think she's infected, and maybe she is. I don't know anymore. They took Gladiolus too, but they left Sam. Rayne fought off the woman who took us both, but Sam, he- it didn't look good, Kenny. I'm scared for him, but he's got Rayne, so she'll do everything she can for him, I know that. I trust her with that. I might be stupid for it, but if I can't have a little faith, then what's the point, you know? You have to have hope in these situations. I guess that's why I'm talking to you."

"Please wake up soon."

Tomoha doesn't say just how confident she is in their captor's words, but the fact that she's mentioning it at all probably says enough. She remembers the last time she saw Rayne, the last time before Mateo, and she thinks that Rayne being infected would make a lot more sense than if she isn't. She doesn't like it, she doesn't want it to be true, she wants Rayne to have just miraculously come back to life with no repercussions at all whatsoever, but there's a difference between having hope in nearly hopeless situations and just being delusional.

-----

Kenny hears Tomoha's voice, cutting through the oppressive silence of the void that he's stuck sharing with the Murk. She's silent now, seemingly waiting on him to get bored and just give in. It's a war of attrition, but only between the two of them, and Kenny knows that he cannot lose.

It would be useful to be the kind of infected that Rayne is, he thinks, but he shuts that train of thought down before it can get any further than that. This Murk doesn't seem like the type that would willingly cede control at any point, instead piloting his body entirely. He would barely even be okay with the timeshare-type arrangement that Rayne seemed to have going on, and this Murk seems like much more of a control freak than any that would agree to something like Rayne's got.

Speaking of Rayne, it's clear that Tomoha knows the truth about her, or at least suspects it. The kidnappers probably didn't convince her so much as suggest a theory that Tommie had already subconsciously held; after all, she wouldn't listen if someone who'd kidnapped her had said that and laid out evidence and reasoning behind what they said, no sane person would, but the fact of the matter is that Tommie felt that it was worth mentioning to him. That means that, on some level, she believes it.

That's Rayne's problem, at this point. Not his.

And Sam. He doesn't know what happened, what could have made it so Tommie sounds so worried, but whatever it is, all that he can do is trust Rayne too. He trusted her then, when he kept her secret, and all that he can do is carry that forward. Even if the Murk gives up right now- glancing at her, it seems unlikely- he's still stuck as a prisoner who-knows-where, with Tomoha and Gladiolus against an enemy that they know little to nothing about, other than that they're most likely all infected.

Three humans can't fight that. Two humans can't fight that, if they didn't take Gladiolus as a bargaining chip like they probably took Tommie for.

He looks over at the Murk again. She sits across from him, smiling serenely like she knows exactly what he's thinking.

He doesn't need her.

But she needs him. And maybe he can use that.

-----

They bring her food. It's human food, too; she doesn't think there's any meat on her plate at all, of any kind. There's nothing for Kenny, so they clearly don't think he's waking up anytime soon.

She eats in silence, watching Kenny to see if their captors are wrong about that. She'd be tempted to pretend that she needs to pee, so that she can try to escape once they take her out of this part of the place, or at least be able to get a decent look at the floor plan and layout of somewhere other than what seems to be a repurposed basement. She's hesitant to leave Kenny alone, though, especially since Gladiolus isn't back yet and the stranger is still here.

She puts her plate down and mourns the fact that there's practically nothing that she can do with a plastic fork. Still, she puts it in her pocket in case it winds up being useful anyway, possibly when she's making her escape. It'd be a good makeshift weapon in the absence of anything else.

She goes back to watching the stairs, and seeing if anyone's going to be making their way down anytime soon. It's been a few hours since Gladiolus was taken, so she's expecting him to come down anytime now, or else not to see him again.

Suddenly, there's a strange noise from where Kenny's lying. It sounded almost like a grunt, or an aborted attempt at speech, but either way it gets her attention and her head snaps to look down at him. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his hands have clenched into fists. She doesn't know what's going on in his head, doesn't know what the Murk is trying to do to him, but either way all that she can do is rest a hand on his shoulder and try to talk to him some more. This is something that Kenny has to get through on his own, as much as she hates to admit it.

"No matter what it's telling you, I'm here for you. Rayne and Sam too. You're gonna be okay."

There's a moment after that, when everything seems to go still. Even the air feels like it's holding its breath, and Tomoha feels like something is about to happen. Someone is on a precipice, and she doesn't know if she's there too.

Kenny's eyes open. For a moment, she's terrified that whatever's staring out of them isn't him.

[poppy-metal]

"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex. 

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me. 

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is. 

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much. 

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?” 

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move” 

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No” 

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway” 

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class” 

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’ 

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all. 

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you. 

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option. 

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you. 

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours. 

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again. 

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was. 

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there. 

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn. 

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green. 

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves- 

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes. 

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for. 

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you. 

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in. 

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it. 

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen. 

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.  

Oh god. Oh no. 

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief. 

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one. 

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now. 

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when- 

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it. 

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell. 

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat” 

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today. 

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..” 

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too. 

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed. 

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at. 

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet. 

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?” 

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them. 

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed. 

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!” 

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling. 

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving. 

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level. 

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps. 

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if. 

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so. 

. 

[chippedaxe]

hello!! could i ask for a request where dream used to be a top but his ego has gotten up too high and the reader is tired of him being a bitch and decides to turn into the bitch? so it’s like sub!dream x dom!dream. i don’t really have ideas of what could happen, maybe dream won lost a manhunt and is pretty mad and yeahhh :) thank you already!

☆○o。　　。o○☆

Title: Poor Baby

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, praising, teasing, degrading, bit of humiliation, nipple play, fingering, anal play, begging, idk if there should be more.

Pairing: Sub! Dream X Dom! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia,

Synopsis: Dream tries to dominate you but you've had enough so you toy with Dream.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: tbh i was rlly confused so i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3

- if it doesn't make sense like halfway thru the story then I'm rlly sorry, I wrote half of it one time and half of it another time (and I don't rlly reread or edit my work)

☆○o。　　。o○☆

Dream storms into the room looking angry, his hands have been balled into fists and you can tell that he's not thinking rationally "Dear- what's wrong? What happened, baby?" you tried to calm him down but he completely dismissed you "Take off your clothes." he ordered "excuse me?" you were taken back "come on- please just take off your clothes,, manhunt made angry.." Dream grumbled.

"Baby, just calm down.. Rest" you pulled him down onto the bed gently "Sweetheart, don't you want my cock?" Dream grabs your chin and looks into your eyes "of course I do-" he stops you right there "Then why're you being difficult?" he caresses your cheek, "Well I just feel like you're acting like a serious bitch right now" you confessed bluntly.

"Me? A bitch?" Dream groaned at your words, his hands reaching out to touch you but you stand up from the bed "Yeah. A really big bitch. So why don't you just calm down and rest, okay?" you put your hands on your hips and looked down at him "You don't give the orders okay? I give them! I'm the dominant one here!" Dream exclaimed "Then maybe I should be." you shut him down.

"What? You? Dom me? I don't think so" Dream chuckled to himself, "You think it's so funny now but wait I'm making you dizzy and seeing stars from how good I can make you feel.." you warned him "How do you expect to get me to be submissive for you?" Dream growled "Watch me." you responded as you then approached him.

You straddled his knee and crawled onto his lap, your hands moving to his chest "This is all you've got?" Dream rolled his eyes "Of course not, this isn't even close to the beginning" you leaned down to kiss his neck. You turned your head to the side and began suckling roughly on his skin, biting gently every few seconds "Ah- Yeah, keep doing that, doll." Dream tried to make it seem like he was in control but his words only affirmed your new dominant position.

"Yeah? You like it when I suck on your neck? I bet you'll like it a lot when I suck your cock too.." you tease him, your hands feeling up his chest and groping the man. "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you" Dream tried to sound scary "Punish me? But I'm being so kind, dominating you when you're clearly not fit to be on top.." you decided to bully him a little bit with some degrading words.

"Huh? What? What're you saying.." Dream started to get real riled up, his face starting to glow a bright red "What? Is my Dream angry with me?" you acted coy, kissing his jaw and pouting "Sorry Dream, I know how sensitive you are.." you teased him further "Don't make me flip you over and ram you- I will do it!" he threatened "Oh I bet you will.." your voice was condescending.

Your hands slid Dream's shirt off his body, revealing his tense muscles "Oh wow.. You look so pretty, all of this for me darling?" you cooed "Don't talk like that, I'm not you're little sub!" Dream shouted "Of course not, you're just someone who's below me and is acting quite submissive..." you pointed out. Your hands were cold, finger tips colder, pinching Dream's nipples to get a reaction out of him.

"H-uhgh..." Dream let out a small noise, his erection growing in his pants until it became a raging boner. "Aw you like when I play with your nipples? That's adorable.." you tease him as you continue to toy and play with his soft buds "n-no!" he was surely embarrassed, probably feeling humiliated. "Stop it- You're humiliating me!" Dream complained "Oh am I? You want me to stop? Then beg me, slut."

Dream went quiet and he froze up a little bit, clearly not expecting you to talk to him like that "Speak Darling, or are you too dumb?" you teased him. Dream gulped nervously and glanced up to meet your gaze "Please stop teasing me- please!" he gasped. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" you leaned over him.

Dream shuddered slightly "I want you to touch me properly!" he spoke up "What's the magic word?" you placed your hands on your hips, clearly enjoying the sudden change in superiority. "P-Please.. Please touch me, Please.." Dream groaned softly, you almost felt bad from the way he was begging you. Almost.

You looked down at him, his cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the tight fabric "It hurt's so bad.. Please help me.." Dream hugged you and hung his head on your shoulder. "Okay baby, I'll help you.." you unzipped his pants just a bit so you could slip your hand in to palm him gently.

"Ah- I need more.. Please.." Dream bucked his hips up against your hand, desperately trying to grind against you but to no avail. "Be patient darling" you hushed him up and pulled his penis out, stroking his length gently. You admired the way it throbbed in your hand, twitching slightly as Dream rolled his head back and groaned "You're not usually this vocal, something change?" you smirked at him.

"That feels so good, so good.." Dream rolled his hips against you, legs closing together to give him a little more friction "Uh uh- open up." you slapped his thigh which made him open them back up reluctantly. You wanted to give in and let Dream fuck your insides but you fought the urges, today you were going to fuck him instead.

You took off his pants finally, letting the blonde boy relax more. "I'm gonna try something new with you, alright?" you didn't give Dream much time to answer as your hand dipped down between his legs, one of your fingers thrusting into his tight hole. "Ah! I- I've never touched there before!" Dream was feeling a little bit shy clearly.

"Your walls are sucking my fingers in so well, oh my god.. I should definitely buy a dildo or something for you.." you thought out loud to yourself. Dream quivered underneath you, his hole clenching around your finger at the thought of you fucking him with a toy. "M- More.." he was definitely feeling ashamed, his head turned away to face the wall.

You gave him what he wanted and stuck a second finger inside, curling them gently to press against his prostate. Dream squealed and covered his mouth to hide his lewd noises "Hands off." you instructed "But-" he protested "But nothing, hands off yourself or I'll stop touching you" you argued. Dream swallowed his pride and removed his hands, letting out a loud sound when your fingers thrusted deeper inside of him.

"Do you like this?" you asked "Of course- It feels so sO good!" Dream cried out "You like it more than when I play with your penis?" you questioned, Dream nodded and bit on his lip to keep quiet "So.. You'd let me do this again sometime?" you were starting to feel really excited "W-Whenever you want!!" Dream was now completely your bitch.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum, it feels sO weird!" Dream babbled on and on "Nuh uh- not unless you say you're my bitch." you wanted desperately to hear him say those little words "What??" you slowed down your pace and started to gently remove your fingers "No- No! I-I'm your bitch! I said it! I'm your bitch! Now please let me cum!" he bawled.

"Good boy.." You sped it up, not giving any mercy to his ass as you finger fucked him. "AH! I'm cumming! FUCK!" he arched his back, walls convulsing around your fingers as his hot white liquid spat out of his cock and ran down his legs. "Dirty slut, go clean yourself up" you snickered down at him before pulling your fingers out of his ass and leaving the bedroom.

You're not a monster so you obviously won't just be leaving him there, although it's not like you're gonna help him much. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to hand it to him, he weakly reached out to grab the bottle but dropped it "Don't tell me.. Does my little slut need help drinking from a bottle? Pathetic.." you spat at him before drinking some of the water.

You grabbed his chin and opened it gently, spitting your water into his mouth for him to swallow. Dream gulped it down and flushed a deep red, "Thank you.." he thanked you and was flustered. "No problem, I love you baby." you kissed his cheek "I love you too, thank you for taking care of me today.. I think I liked it better when you were in charge.." Dream admitted "I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart" you smiled at him.

[anonymous-dentist]

C!Karlnapity one-shot from the Mall AU I saw on @casinoarc's blog last night when I was trying to sleep. You can tell I've never worked in a mall.

Five minutes before Quackity’s lunch break is set to begin, he is happily throwing wadded-up post-it notes at Purpled from the safety of the register. The register is the neutral zone. He knows this. Purpled knows this. Quackity also knows that he’s going to need to make a mad dash the second his break starts because he really doesn’t wanna become a pancake today. Purpled is giving him the Eye from the other side of the earrings display. There’s a post-it note stuck in his hair, bright pink. Hah, loser.

Unfortunately, all thoughts of escape are ruined when Quackity’s mortal enemy comes skipping through the doors with two milkshakes in hand. Quackity, for a moment, debates allowing himself to get beat to hell and back by his own employee. He’s technically the boss, so he can give himself time off if Purpled actually manages to hurt him.

But, Quackity knows, and he’s upset that he knows this and has this internalized. But Sapnap would be upset if they didn’t have lunch together, and Quackity ignores how he would be upset if he and Sapnap didn’t have lunch together.

So Quackity just sighs and raises a hand in greeting. Sapnap visibly perks up, smile forming on his face. This is normal. This is what they do three times a week, every day that Sapnap is scheduled (which is becoming more rare as the Vans upstairs threatens to close, a new 50% Off Closing sign in the display windows every other day, it seems like.) What isn’t normal is the way that Sapnap’s smile immediately falls again. Oh. He’s upset. Fuck. Quackity doesn’t know what to do with this.

“You’re early,” Quackity says. He goes back to making his little paper ball and lobs it with a carefully-aimed shot that hits Purpled right in the middle of his forehead. He fistpumps; Purpled shoots him a death glare that he only probably half means.

“I need to talk to you,” says Sapnap, dead serious, voice low. He leans across the counter conspiratorially. For whatever reason, it makes the pit of Quackity’s stomach drop in a weirdly pleasant way. Like a rollercoaster. But instead of something fun, it’s just Sapnap. “It’s important.”

He places the milkshakes on the counter. Quackity wordlessly takes the strawberry one and sips at it. Sapnap always gets a chocolate and a strawberry, and Quackity refuses to be a basic bitch, so he always chooses the strawberry one even though he really doesn’t like the taste at all.

“What’s up?” Quackity asks.

Sapnap looks around the store. Between the gaggle of idiot teenagers gathered by the band t-shirts trying to dare each other to go into the back and Purpled finishing up restocking the earrings, nobody’s really listening.

Still, Sapnap leans in closer and hisses, “Vans is closing. Next week.”

Quackity blinks. “And? That’s the best news I’ve heard since Schlatt kicked the bucket.”

Sapnap rolls his eyes and lightly smacks Quackity’s shoulder. It tingles.

“Dude, shut up!” he groans. “That’s my job you’re talking about!”

“So, what, you want me to get you a position here?” Quackity asks. He isn’t opposed, not strictly speaking, but it leaves a bit of a weird taste in his mouth thinking about it. Or maybe that’s the milkshake.

“Uh, maybe?” Sapnap scratches the back of his head just beneath his bandana a bit sheepishly before snapping back to himself, frown popping back onto his face. (Vaguely, Quackity doesn’t think that it looks good on him, unnatural.) “No! Shut up! I heard what they’re putting in instead.” He looks around again before whispering, “A Disney Store.”

Quackity chokes on his milkshake. He coughs and sputters, and does so just a bit harder when a concerned Sapnap leans across the counter and pats his back to try and help. Quackity swats him off, face red entirely just because he was choking. That’s it.

“A Disney Store?” he wheezes, looking at Sapnap, pained. “Fucking- really?”

Sapnap nods gravely. “Yeah. I heard it from George, who heard it from Sam, who heard it from Ponk, who heard it from Hannah, who heard it from Dream’s weird cousin.”

“X.D.?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck that guy.”

Sapnap nods again, just as gravely. “Fuck that guy.” Then he shakes his head, probably trying to get himself back on track. “But! A Disney Store!”

“Fuck,” Quackity swears. He looks down at the register before him with a scowl on his face. “That’s bad news.”

“And I heard from Wilbur, who heard it from Dream, who obviously has some inside info going with his weird cousin, that they’ve already started hiring,” Sapnap continues. God, this gets worse every sentence. “So I’m betting that they’ve already got all the stock here. They just had to wait until a store was shutting down.”

“And yours just happened to be the unlucky one to go,” Quackity sighs.

Sapnap nods pitifully. In a rare fit of sympathy for the other man, Quackity pats him on the shoulder. He lets his hand rest there. He ignores both the burning of Sapnap’s cheeks and the burning of his own.

“Sucks to hear,” Quackity says, and he means it. He might give the guy a hard time, but he does unfortunately consider Sapnap a friend most of the time. He knows what it’s like to suddenly lose your job. The economy is in shambles. If Sapnap wants, Quackity can, and will, give him a job at Spencer’s. It’s the least he can do.

Sapnap sighs and ducks his head, still pitiful as hell. He’s pitiful. Quackity feels pity.

Quackity also feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see Purpled’s face.

“You’re on break,” Purpled says, a shark-like grin growing on his face as Quackity’s own pales. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Quackity gathers his milkshake and ducks around the counter.

“Wait, what?” Sapnap asks, ever helpless.

“No time to explain,” Quackity breathes. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he has Sapnap’s hand in a firm hold and he’s pulling Sapnap out of the store in his escape.

“Oh!” Sapnap exclaims. He doesn’t sound unhappy. “Okay!”

If Quackity were to chance a guess, he would perhaps say that Sapnap is smiling behind him.

(And he would be right.)

Two weeks later, Quackity and Sapnap sit on the bench outside of the Forever 21 watching the builders get to work on the brand new Disney Store. It’s their shared lunch break. Well. It’s Quackity’s lunch break. Sapnap is still job-hunting. Nobody wants to hire a guy that’s only worked one place in his life, especially if that one place was fucking Vans.

Quackity bought the milkshakes today. Chocolate for Sapnap, strawberry for himself. Which is kind of ridiculous because he still doesn’t like the strawberry, but it’s routine. Sapnap didn’t come in at all during his last week at Vans, and Quackity hates to admit that he felt a bit like a widow. It’s ridiculous. But he got the strawberry anyway, and Tubbo- working there for whatever reason- gave him a wink as he handed the shakes over. Why? Fuck if he knows.

“It looks like shit,” Sapnap grumbles. His words are a bit slurred by the straw in his mouth. It’s weirdly adorable (Quackity shuts that thought down immediately.)

“A fucking Disney Store,” Quackity agrees. “Who the hell puts a Disney Store between a Lids and a Journeys?”

“The aesthetics clash horribly.”

“I need bleach for my eyes.”

“I need bleach for my drink.”

“I can hook you up.”

Sapnap bats his eyes at him. “Oh, would you?”

Quackity, in a rare show of stupidity, smirks and places a hand on Sapnap’s thigh. “For you, baby? Anything.”

Sapnap turns a spectacular shade of red that sends Quackity into a fit of giggles. He’s pretty sure his own face is just as red, but that’s oxygen deprivation. Literally just oxygen deprivation.

“Dude,” Sapnap coughs. He gives Quackity an incredulous look, though a smile teases at his lips (Quackity is not looking at Sapnap’s lips, he isn’t.) “What the fuck?”

“What?” Quackity innocently asks. He slurps at his milkshake, fighting back a grimace as the flavor hits him. “You asked.”

Sapnap shoves at his shoulder with a breathless chuckle. “Fuck you, man.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Sapnap coughs again, and Quackity curls into himself with another fit of giggles.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Both Quackity and Sapnap snap to attention as a foreign voice cuts in. They both have to crane their heads back a little to get a look at the guy.

He looks concerned. He also looks a bit like something the Disney Store would spit out. Between the fluffy hair and freckles, he looks like a rejected Pixar character. Linguine if he was a loser in a mall in the middle of Assfuck, America. He’d maybe be less easy to make fun of if he wasn’t wearing some H&M shit. Quackity remembers seeing him walking around the inside of the store a couple of minutes ago. Manager? Shit.

“Uh,” Sapnap intelligently says. His voice cracks. Quackity gives him a Look. “Hi.”

The guy raises an eyebrow, face falling into a hesitant, but easy, smile. “Hi?”

“Hi,” Sapnap repeats.

Quackity subtly elbows him in the ribs. Sapnap jerks and snaps his head to glare at him. Quackity, cool as a cucumber, sips his milkshake, the picture of poise.

The man looks between them. “So. You two have been out here watching us for twenty minutes.”

“Free country, man,” Quackity easily says. “I’m on break.”

“We’re definitely not spying on you,” Sapnap adds.

Quackity’s grip on his cup tightens. He hears styrofoam creak and checks himself before he spills a large cup of pink shit all over his new jeans.

“Oooooh, I see,” the guy says. “Well, you’re freaking a couple of the guys out.”

“Sorry?” Sapnap offers.

At the same time, Quackity says, “Good.”

They both look at each other, then back up at the guy, who has turned his attention to Sapnap entirely.

“Hey,” he says. “I think I know you.”

“Really?” Sapnap asks. His voice cracks again, and he repeats, clearer, after a cough, “Really?”

Quackity rolls his eyes.

“Yeah! You used to work at the Vans here, right? I think I remember seeing you working when I came to check out the location,” the guy says, and isn’t that a coincidence? His look turns curious, if not a bit pitying. “How are you doing? I know we came in suddenly.”

“He’s in shambles,” Quackity says. “Inconsolable.”

“I’m doing alright, actually,” Sapnap says. Quackity gives him another Look. “It’s just, uh, been a bit hard. Job hunting. But that’s fine!”

“Oh, is that it? I can help with that,” the guy says. Quackity has a bad feeling about this. “We’re still looking for someone to work the morning shifts. Turns out half our applicants are students, go figure.”

“Go figure,” Sapnap weakly says. Quackity has a bad feeling about this. “Uh, are you sure? I, uh-”

The guy grins, a thousand watts and enough to make Quackity’s stomach drop. “Yeah! You seem like a good guy.”

“He’s spying on you,” Quackity flatly says.

Sapnap gives him a wide-eyed look. “Dude!”

And the Disney guy? He fucking giggles, and Sapnap flushes again, attention back on him, and Quackity has a bad feeling about this.

“No offense, but you’re kind of a shit spy,” the man lightly says. “That’s fine, though. We don’t judge.”

“I’m a great spy,” Sapnap says. He jumps. “Not that I was doing it.”

This is embarrassing. Quackity is embarrassed for him.

The Disney guy giggles again, and Quackity’s stomach drops again, and he decides that he can take the rest of his break downstairs with George, actually.

“I’m, uh, going to bother George,” he announces. He stands and ignores Sapnap… ignoring him in favor of talking with this new guy.

“I’m Sapnap,” he hears Sapnap say as he leaves. “Uh, is there an application form? Or is this one of those…?”

“Nah, right here is fine,” the new guy says. Quackity turns his head to see that he has already taken the spot that Quackity was just sitting in. “I’m Karl, by the way. Assistant manager.”

And that’s the last Quackity hears of the two, slipping into the crowd exiting the American Eagle with a scowl.

The fucking Disney Store.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if paranoid Bella told Carlisle what's going on and enlisted his help? Like if she overheard/learned something that made her think he might help, or if this is the Bella who's stuck in a time loop and figures it's worth a shot and at worse she'd be yeeted right back to the beginning of the loop if the vampire doctor is in cahoots with his scary son?

Anon is referring to Paranoid Bella. Now, Paranoid Bella has tried something like this once before, sort of, Billy called Carlisle on her behalf. It went places so awful I refuse to put them down in words.

Here the question is what if Bella asked Carlisle herself.

Why Paranoid Bella Would Never Do This

She can't trust any of the Cullens, for all she knows, they're in league with Edward. Bella's wearing her tin foil hat and that tin foil hat has kept her alive, dammit. For all she knows, this Dracula's Bride thing is just what vampires do and she's the latest victim.

She would never, ever, trust any of the Cullens. Ever.

Dr. Cullen seems nice as he stitches her up? IT'S A TRAP!

As For Time Loop Bella...

Anon's referring to this post, which... You really want this AU, don't you? I think that's conflating things a little too much here, and gives us way too different of a set up.

That Bella would probably try anything and everything, but she's also reached a point of nihilism where she just doesn't care anymore and might just do it to fuck with these people.

Even if she tells Carlisle, she probably keeps looping, and is well aware of this. Life is misery, pain, and endless.

Kind of misses the spirit of your post (which I assume is to get Paranoid Bella out of the miserable hole she's stuck in).

Bella Takes a Leap of Faith

But alright, Carlisle Cullen seems unusually cool and rational as he stitches her up. Maybe it's the pain talking, or Bella's own increasing desperation with her latest brush with morality, but she realizes just as Edward does that this is untenable.

If Bella keeps hanging around these people, as Edward insists she does (Edward having insisted on this goddamn birthday party at his house), then she will die sooner or later. Either Edward or his family will eat her.

This cannot go on and, as of that moment, Bella doesn't know that Edward is going to attempt to leave her within a few days.

This is the first time she's alone with Carlisle, the head of the coven, and probably the only time she ever will be. This is the only chance she'll ever have to ask for help from someone who can actually do something about it.

Bella interrupts Carlisle's "Edward's just weirdly religious" explanation and tells him that Edward's a lunatic. She needs help.

Carlisle has a, "Wait, what?" moment. He knew she was jumpy, very nervous, but she'd seemed very happy with Edward. Also, from his perspective, Edward is a very noble spirit if very young. Edward went on the human diet and came back, presumably understanding the inherent worth of human life. Edward voted not to murder Bella after the truck.

Yes things have been... weird, and Carlisle was concerned, still is about some parts, but it seemed to be going so well.

It's not.

He sits there in numb horror as Bella tells him all about the times Edward snuck through her window (greasing it to make it silent), to stare at her while she sleeps, the time he threatened to kill himself upon her inevitable death, how he has admitted to following her everywhere and spying on her through the thoughts of those around her, and all about that time he contemplated the murder of his entire Biology class to eat Bella: his personal brand of heroin.

Carlisle's listening to someone talk about a completely different person.

But Bella's insistent, Edward Cullen is Ted Bundy in the making, and Bella now has no other recourse but to turn to Carlisle. HELP. ME.

Well, they don't have much time left.

Edward will be back any moment and Carlisle... there must be some misunderstanding, right? Except, with some of these details, there's no misunderstanding this. If Edward actually said and did all of this: then this is horrible.

Regardless, it's very clear that Bella wants nothing to do with the Cullens and especially with Edward. That makes things very clear: Carlisle has to talk to Edward on Bella's behalf and get him to back the fuck off.

Though Carlisle does warn Bella that, as she knows the secret, she and the coven are technically breaking the law. If she's found out, Bella will either be murdered or turned. It's not necessarily likely anyone will find out but... It's not exactly a great position for the coven to be in, or Bella for that matter.

This is news to Bella.

Bella says she'll think about this vampire business (she's not thrilled) and really doesn't want to join the Cullens, and Carlisle will talk to Edward.

The talk doesn't go well.

Edward denies, denies, denies, and... admits some of it might be true were you to look at it from a the naive angle of a pure young woman who knows nothing of the world. Edward wasn't sneaking into Bella's room to rape/eat her, no, he was protecting her! From spiders! And that time he forced her to ride home with him, he was afraid she wouldn't be able to drive after fainting! And that time he almost murdered all of Biology... That was out of context, Carlisle.

Carlisle grows increasingly horrified as Edward's every answer confirms that he is, in fact, horrifying. This is someone who cares nothing about human life, not truly, and is a predator.

Carlisle immediately tells Edward it's over. Consider this a restraining order from Bella, he is never to speak to her, never to be near her, never to see her ever again.

Edward implodes.

Carlisle now hates him, this is terrible, Bella his true love doesn't love him at all and poisoned Carlisle against him, and she's ruined everything!

Spiraling further into madness, as one does, Edward concludes that Bella was a vile villainess: that this was her plan the entire time. She faked her love for him, faked being this utterly wonderful and perfect being, so that she could destroy his family as well as Edward himself? Why? Because she's the type who wants to see the world burn.

Edward's love turns to utter hatred, he's back in Biology again where this little girl dares to disrupt his life, only it's 1000 times worse. Bella Swan is the greatest evil that has ever walked this Earth.

And now he's a man with nothing to lose.

Carlisle's love for him? Already gone. Carlisle's faith in Edward's humanity? Gone. Why should Edward hold back anymore? Why shouldn't he have what he wants?

Within a few days, by the time Edward was originally going to leave, he sneaks into Bella's house and murders her in her bedroom. He then likely desecrates her corpse so she's unrecognizable, to make her as ugly in death as she should have been in life.

Edward then flees, leaving the coven for good, and returns to his diet of people. Not murderers and rapists anymore though, that pretense is done, because he's fully embraced being a monster.

I imagine out of pettiness he kills women who look like Bella.

Conclusion

Congratulations, anon, you have lost the Twilight Yandere Simulator.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 3/?

Pt. 1 / / pt. 2

A/n: cannot believe we made it to pt. 3 I’m sksksksksk,,,, they finally get together! Pt 4/5 will b them all together and adjusting and then it’ll b readers bday so 👀👀

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

Warnings: swearing, omegaverse, mad pining, Katsuki get exposed for going to therapy lmao, Izuku is kinda a shithead, Katsuki b mad insecure, reader is still dumb- everyone except for Izuku is bad at feelings

The two of you had gotten sidetracked, really quickly, it wasn’t even twenty minutes before you were putting a horror video on the tv. That was almost an hour ago, and you were about to doze off now, laying on your back with your head on the arm rest, Izuku right on top of you with his head tucked under your chin. You didn’t know how you got into this position, but you weren’t complaining, it was… nice. Perfect, almost, but something still felt like it was missi-

“Y/n- why the fuck are our stupid friends asking me about your new- Deku?” Katsuki burst through the door, already yelling, and his scent took on a burnt tinge that almost had you gagging when he slammed the door behind him.

“Kacchan! I didn’t realise you were Y/n’s roommate!” Izuku perked up almost immediately, sitting up so he was straddling you with his eyes fixed right on Katsuki.

“Wait, you two know each other-“ You tried to sit up, barely managing to turn your head to see Katsuki, Izuku was stronger than he looked, and he obviously didn’t want you moving-

“Yeah we go way back, childhood friends, right Kacchan?” Izuku’s tone was light, but you couldn’t see the feral look on his face from where you were trapped on the couch.

“Right… that doesn’t explain what the fuck you’re doing here, Deku.” Katsuki snarled, and Izuku giggled at the blonde. What the fuck kinda thing were you stuck in the middle of-

“What does it look like, Kacchan? We’re courting now! And Y/n’s already been such a good alpha, I’m surprised you didn’t ask them-“

“What does he mean you’re courting?” Katsuki’s tone was something you’d never heard before, and your heart twinged at it. “Get the fuck off of them Deku.” He walked closer to the couch, until he could grab onto your arm and haul you off, Izuku sliding back to the couch and pouting.

“He asked me on the way home and I accepted-“ Katsuki’s heart sank, he’d been too late? “I didn’t think you’d care, aren’t you courting Kiri?” Your scent was far too comforting, and the way it accompanied Izuku’s had Katsuki feeling something he definitely didn’t want to. Deku was a stalker! A creepy little nothing stalker! With great hair- no! And you looked so cute when you were confused like this-!

“Katsuki, are you okay?” You waved your hand in front of his face, and the blonde only let out another snarl. What if you found out about what he’d done to Deku, you’d never look at him the same, and from the way Deku was smirking the bastard knew it too.

“Whatever- I’m fucking going to bed.” Katsuki pushed past you, and you could only gawk as he disappeared down the hall and into his room.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this, you were meant to be with him, it had been the two of you for years! Why were you such a fucking idiot! Katsuki was fuming even as he hugged the pillow he’d stolen from your room, how dare Deku come back and steal you! Still, the nagging thought that coming back to the two of you… had felt like home wouldn’t get out of his head and it was only making him angrier.

“Katsuki? Izuku went back to his apartment, do you have any requests for dinner?” Your voice floated through his door and Katsuki opened his mouth to respond on instinct. No, if you wanted to be with Deku so badly you clearly didn’t care about him, and so he would stop caring about you.

“Katsuki? Please come out, I don’t understand why you’re upset but I want to.” You tried to keep the desperate tone out of your voice. It didn’t work, and Katsuki was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself crooning in an attempt to calm you down.

“Okay… I’ll uh, just be in my room if you want to talk.”

This was getting out of hand, it was like you were living with a ghost. It had been three days of Katsuki ignoring you, three days of no contact whatsoever, and even though you had Izuku, and he was just… amazing, it still felt like something was missing. You actually didn’t think you’d gone this long without talking to Katsuki in- well since the two of you had met. But, it was finally the weekend, you’d have to run into him at some point, and then you could finally talk, even if he didn’t feel like it.

You were pulled into Izuku’s apartment before you could even knock, the omega giving you a deep kiss before quickly tugging you into a hug and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland.

“I missed you, Y/n! What took so long?” Izuku only pulled away when he couldn’t smell anything except you, and pride filled him when he saw you were wearing his sweater.

“Sorry Bub, I was trying to get Katsuki to talk to me but he’s still giving me the silent treatment.” You shrugged as he walked you over to the couch, something already playing in the background, and Izuku pushed you down without hesitation. You let the omega position you how he wanted, wasting no time wrapping your arms around him once Izuku settled down next to you with his head on your chest and your legs tangled together.

“You know… it does seem like he likes you, maybe you could suggest a triad? I know I wouldn’t object.” Izuku’s tone was so nonchalant you’d expected him to ask what you wanted to watch, not suggest bringing Katsuki into the relationship.

“You’d be okay with that? Really?” You hadn’t even considered that, you felt kinda stupid, honestly. Why hadn’t you- oh, right.

“I think he’s courting someone else, actually, I’m sure that’s why he’s being so weird.” You pushed any hope you had down when you remembered how much time Katsuki actually spent with Kirishima, and how close they seemed to be.

“If you say so, but I wouldn’t write the idea off, Kacchan’s always been good with surprises.” Izuku shifted to press a kiss to your scent gland, before he grabbed the remote and returned his attention to putting on a show.

It was Sunday, you hadn’t seen your roommate all weekend, this really wasn’t going how you planned. A sigh left you as you pushed open the door to your apartment, you’d been with Izuku for most of the day, and you were so, so ready to just go to sleep. You’d been exhausted for the last few days, and Denki kept commenting about how snappy you were and asking why your scent was ‘so weird man’ when the three of you had met for lunch. It was sweet how much they cared, but annoying as fuck nonetheless. You were wide awake outside your door though, almost missing the sweet caramel smell that leaked out until you had your hand on the handle. Your room didn’t usually smell like that, not unless-

“Katsuki-? What’s going on?” You pushed open the door to a very, very startled Katsuki, like a deer in headlights, really, and your confusion only grew when he was holding onto an armful of your clothes. “You could have just asked if you wanted something for your nest, but isn’t Kiri helping with that?” You closed the door behind you, and Katsuki’s eyes darted from you to the door. Fuck, you weren’t supposed to be home for another twenty minutes, you’d usually spend at least two hours at Deku’s place, why the fuck had you come back so early? Katsuki clutched the clothes tighter against his chest as neither of you spoke, you really still thought he was with shitty hair when all he really wanted was you?

“Katsuki? This is ridiculous- what’s going on with you? Why won’t you talk to me?” You stepped forward and Katsuki growled when you got within a foot of him, the sound setting you on edge and making you release a growl of your own on instinct.

“We’re gonna talk about this, I’m not letting you ignore me anymore, it sucks! It feels like there’s a piece of me missing-!” You stepped forward with every word, flinching at yourself when you heard your voice crack at the end.

“What does any of that matter? You have Deku now, the two of you are perfect together, you don’t need me anymore!” Katsuki yelled back, everything that happened the last day and the confused puddle that the state his feelings were in finally bubbling over. It was too much, he’d barely seen you and now here you were, reeking of Deku of all people, and accusing him of liking someone else.

“How could you say that? I need you, Katsuki-! I always need you! These last few days have been hell without you! It’s bad enough I have to deal with you courting Kiri, but now you don’t even talk to me and I don’t understand what’s going on!” Tears kept welling up in your eyes, and Katsuki dropped the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands balling into fists by his side.

“Because I don’t know- I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling!” Katsuki’s voice broke, and you barely had time to open your mouth before he continued. “I thought that we- that we were set in stone, and then I come back to you and fucking Deku on the couch and fuck that hurt! But it fucking- it fucking felt like home, and all I wanted to do was join you and I don’t understand why!” He turned around to wipe his eyes, and your jaw hit the floor as you tried to process. He wasn’t… courting Kiri…?

“You’re such an idiot- you couldn’t just tell me this?” Exasperated didn’t even begin to cover how you felt.

“How could I say anything? I was horrible to Deku in school because I couldn’t deal with my feelings, why would either of you want to be with me after how awful I’ve been?” There was no anger in Katsuki’s tone anymore, and the guilty scent he was putting out was just putting you on edge.

“You regret it though, don’t you? And I know you’ve worked really hard to be better, and you even go to therapy now-“ Katsuki snarled at the last part, he hated whenever you brought up therapy, but at least you weren’t yelling.

“We actually talked it over and… Izuku and I both like the idea of a triad with- well with you, if you wanted.” You reached out to grab Katsuki’s shoulder, though he refused to look you in the eye when you turned him to face you. You had to be lying, you had to, you couldn’t mean that and he didn’t want to get his hopes up for nothing.

“Katsuki, you gotta talk to me, I can’t read your mind.” Your cards were all out on the table now, and your anxious scent was a dead giveaway to your feelings. What if you’d ruined everything? What if you’d gotten everything wrong- you were never good at guessing-

“You’re being serious? This isn’t some kind of payback?” Red eyes finally met yours and you could only nod, you still got caught of guard by how pretty he was. “Okay, I’ll join your shitty fucking triad.”

Taglist (pls lemme know if any of em r wrong)

@pasteldaze @hopeless-ro-simptic @ntngann @somerandominternetgirl-blog @ianem005 @lalaluvzen @antisocial-minnie @rogueofbullshit @hakunamatatayqueen @so-uncute @therealwalmartjesus @unlightedfool @all-the-kings-reblogs @cth-l