#Sorry i couldnt help but wheeze at his FACE��

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Someone said watching Finch and Dankworth is like watching a whole other show and i am deceased bc looookkkk

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Hi! I saw you did a drabble and and i wanted to ask if I could request Worst wolverine meeting the X-Men where their logan is gone? (Scogan if you want!)

let me start this off by saying i put just enough scogan that you know theyre gonna talk on the phone later laying on their bellies, giggling and twirling their hair while wade twirls logans hair too bc i couldnt help the poolverine......

anyway if the pacing feels off im sorry this ended up longer than it was meant to be but oh well!! thanks for the request, enjoy 💕

oh also idk what this timeline is.... i threw in what i wanted so its my own so if it doesnt maks sense then oops! cherik never divorced thank me later

"You sure you wanna do this, Peanut? You don't have to," Wade assured.

The pair stood outside of the mansion, in front of those large and daunting doors, where Wade was messing with Logans hair, or readjusting his coat, pretending to make Logan look more presentable but he seemed more worried than Logan looked. More like how he felt on the inside, jittery and scared to death. "Really, I mean. We can go home. Right now. We can-"

"Wade."

"I'll make you dinner?"

"Wade," Logan snapped. The merc whined and slouched his shoulders, and Logans voice softened. "Gotta do this. Even if I choose not to be an X-Man in the end, I can't avoid them for the rest of my life."

"You can, though?" Wade half questioned, half stated. "They don't even know you're back. Or, maybe they do, but it's not like they came to find you. You can probably fly that perfect little body of yours under their radar forever!"

Logan knew Wade was just anxious. Domestic life had been nothing short of bliss, and Wade didn't do good with change. Reintroducing himself to the X-Men could really mean a lot of things, and Wade just hoped it didn't mean taking his Logan, the one he kidnapped and domesticated, away from him. Logan chuckled softly.

"I ain't lookin' to become an X-Man again, bub, I don't think. I just... Wanna see them again."

"But wont that be hard?" Wade whispered, hugging onto Logans arm, who leaned forward and bumped foreheads with the mutate.

"Extremely." And then he knocked on the door.

Wade stood in front of him defensively, but Logan pushed him back, and when the door opened a familiar blue, gentle giant stood in the frame.

"I... Logan, oh dear. Is that you? Do my eyes decieve me?" Logan frowned, furrowed his eyebrows, and was already ready to leave. Until Deadpool cursed and stood in front of Hank, peeking over his shoulder and noting the full house which, if you've forgotten, dear reader, is usually completely empty whenever Wade had been here.

"What the actual fuck?! Does everyone just like, what, go on vacation when I'm around? Logans back and so now you all are, too? Fuck you guys."

Hank wheezed in alarm, having no idea who this guy was, if not because he wasn't in costume. Logan groaned.

"Nice t'see ya, Hank. This is Wade, you might know the name Deadpool though." Hanks face lit up.

"Ah! I understand. It makes sense, you two saved the world together- don't worry, Wolverine. No one else knows that you're back, not outside of the mansion, but the TVA thought it good to alert us of your presence." Logan nodded, and guessed he understood, but that made him think of Wades earlier statement.

"You guys knew? Didn't try to find me?" He was glad, right? He didn't want to be found yet, but it didn't make it hurt any less. Hank smiled warmly, noting the slight hurt in his tone.

"We didn't want to overwhelm you, is all, and didn't know if you would even want to see us. It is best for all to let the Wolverine come to them first, to take your time. Everyone will be so pleased to meet you again."

Meet you. Logan was constantly reminded that this wasn't his timeline, that these weren't his X-Men, and that he didn't belong here. He should be back in that bar, drinking his troubles away and paying for his sins by wallowing in guilt and drowning in booze while the memories screamed at him, reminded him, of what he'd done.

Wade hugged him from behind and whispered, "I can hear you thinking."

No. Right now, Logan should be back at Wades apartment, lounged in his chair Wade had brought in from who knows where, but it was just for him. He should be walking Mary Puppins, or watching (listening, in Altheas case) to an episode of Wheel of Fortune. Not standing here, in front of the mansion, but Hanks excited chattering that Logan hadn't actually been listening to warmed his heart, because maybe they did actually want to see him.

When Hank made a gesture for the two to follow, they did, Wade staying close behind, still seething over the fact that everyone just happened to be here now. Fuck!

Hank showed them around. It was exactly as Logan had remembered, with slight differences, as was expected. Some students ran by them, hardly paying them any mind, but others stopped to pause and gossip among themselves.

Isn't that the Wolverine?

Didn't he leave?

Why does he look different?

Logan felt sick, despite the students best efforts to stay quiet he could hear it all, and maybe Wade somehow sensed that because his seething stopped and now fingers were pressed to the small of Logans back. It helped.

Then, Logan could smell something- someone, familiar and welcome, but the smell brought back so much pain that Logans legs felt like they might start running on their own accord. A second smell was next to it, softer and more floral, feminine, and it wasn't a good smell either. Not right now, while Logan was still grieving, not when he wasn't so sure he could do this anymore.

But before he could turn to tell his companion that he was ready to leave, those smells suffocated him, he couldn't breath, and then a pretty face with soft, grimacing lips was in his line of sight. Logans stomach dropped, and he could hear the thundering of Scotts beating heart from where he stood.

Wade clued in quick enough- this must've been Scott, who Logan would talk so much about, his nightmares more often than not having him scream out Scotts name in anguish. There were other names, too, but it always came back to Scott. And Wade could see why!

The man was very pretty. The stick up his ass was certainly there, Wade could see it in his face and tense body, which he knew would make him so fun to tease. Wade hoped Logan and Scott rekindled some kind of old flame, because he was sure he could make the pretty boy snap and he really wanted to try.

Next to him was a soft redheaded girl, and Wade knew this was Jean. Logan had a lot of guilt around her, too, but he never talked much about it. He rarely talked about Scott either, but Wade hardly slept at night, and Logan liked to talk in his sleep.

"Who is this?" Scotts disciplined voice cut through the tense air, he took a few steps closer, his fists balled up tight and Logan reflexively drew out his claws. Jean forced them back in, then looked at Scott silently. There seemed to be some sort of understanding there when Scott relaxed his fists, and cautiously asked again, "Who are you?'

"You know who I am, Slim," Logan spoke slowly, a step towards Scott, who took a step back. "There's a lot of explainin' I need t'do, but I need you to know... It's so fuckin' good to see ya."

Scotts eyebrows shot up, but Logan zero'd in on the tear that rolled down his cheek. Cyclops didn't say anything, whatever conversation they needed to have needed to not be done here, but he gave a firm nod, and Logan nodded back. A silent understanding.

Jean rushed over and hugged him though, she must've read his thoughts, but Logan didn't mind. He never minded, not with Jean, and he hoped that was an understanding here too. He hugged her back, pet his hand down long, silky hair, then pulled back to eye her up. He smiled through the pain.

"Don'tchya look good, red. Always do." Jean blushed and giggled, swatting at Logans chest playfully but she couldn't stop the sniffles of overwhelming emotion.

"You're such a flirt, I see that hasn't changed. Whose your friend?" Jean hummed, eyes flicking to Wade, who grinned and did his most regal (and dramatic) bow, dipping as low as he could before flicking back up slowly. "Wade Wilson, my spicy little hot tamale, but you can call me daddy. Or, MJ, if you're nasty."

Wade cried out when Logan elbowed him hard.

The rest of the day was filled with "reunions", the meetings and introductions of new faces, and they'd even ran into this timelines Gambit. He was different than the one they had met in the void, taller and more lean but with something of a swimmers build. He was pretty- the other Gambit was, too, but this one reeked of charm. His eyes were a permenant black and red, and long hair hung down his back in a ponytail. Rogue was on his arm, smiling and chatting up Wade, who took a big interest in the two.

Remy gazed towards Logan, a lazy tilt of his head, as that god awful accent drawled while a hand tightened on his girls hip, "Remy like what he sees. Big, strong Wolverine? T'ink ah can get real used ta seein' dat mug 'round here." Wade looked a little jealous, or maybe just protective, but Remy smoothly added "make sure you bring dat friend ah yo's too whenever you visit, sight fo' sore eyes I reckon."

Gambit had Wade blushing like a school girl.

They'd eventually found Storm, who had hugged Logan tight and welcomed him to the mansion, and Kurt, who perched on Logans shoulder while Wade curiously prodded at his tail. Kurt flicked it's tip against his forehead and shouted at him to get away, but it was all playful as he poofed off of Logans shoulder then attached to Wades back.

Jubilee, Bobby, Kitty. They all got their hugs from Logan, made him promise to go out for food with them soon, and after what felt like a lifetime Logan and Wade were alone, standing in front of Xaviers office, and Logan swallowed hard.

"I... Don't think I'm ready," Logan whined, turning around, ready to walk out. Wade grabbed hold of his arms and squeezed, keeping the Wolverine in place.

"Be a good boy, Logan. You'll regret it if you leave now, I know that. Chat with him, Peanut, and then we can finally go home and watch our favorite golden girls re-runs." Logan nodded, turned back around and went to knock, but the door seemingly opened itself with a loud, ominous creak. Wade hid behind Logan like a small, frightened child, the Wolverine shook his head and slowly walked forward.

Logan couldn't believe his eyes.

There were two figures at Charles desk. One was the man himself, smiling wide with those crinkled crows feet, hands folded over the blanket in his lap.

The other was tall, with a long cape and an expression that could turn anyone to stone, but no helmet. Logan parted his lips to speak, Wade beat him to it.

"Oh get the FUCK out of here, no way. Magneto?! Oh I am so wet right now." He squealed, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. Logan didn't see the appeal, his poor metal bones always ached around Magneto. He didn't trust him.

"I was wondering when you'd join us," Charles exclaimed, rolling out from behind his desk where Magneto made sure to keep close behind. Wade ran up to him, groped at his arms, chest, then grabbed at his cape and wrapped it around himself while pressing up close against the mutant. He was going to get himself killed.

Except... Magneto didn't move. He didn't even look at Wade, letting the man climb all over him like a jungle gym, his eyes stayed locked on Charles with the occasional defensive look at Logan.

Alarm bells went off in Logans head, and they must have been loud because Charles shushed him, and Magneto held up a hand, ready to stop the Wolverine right in his tracks. Logan growled, and Xavier raised a brow, pressed two fingers to his temple.

"...Interesting. This Logan is far different than our own was, Erik. If we thought he was hard to tame, this ones more in touch with his animal side!"

This peeked Eriks interest, and Charles went silent, Magneto and the professor looking between each other. If Logan had to guess, they were having a conversation, kept only to themselves, perhaps to keep Logan from flying off the rail.

Eventually, Magneto said aloud, just to Charles, "Very well," hands clasped behind his back, eyeing Logan up with a new fire in his eyes.

The sudden attention from who was supposed to be their enemy made Logan ill. The room stayed silent, tense, until Wade finally spoke, letting out a breath he must have been holding to keep from interrupting.

"Holy shit, baby cakes. Yes. Yes, we're joining the X-Men, and I am so on Magnetos team." Erik didn't seem to like that idea, and was about to argue there was only the one team, until Wade planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Erik pushed him away.

Logan was really regretting coming here.

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Are we connected?

Chapter four: More social interaction then a depressed teenager can handle

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(A/N: This chapter was going to be longer but i literally just couldnt sorry if the cutoff point is wonky but i need to stay on schedule there is a non zero chance i get grounded so if i miss an update or three you'll know why BUT grounded or not the next chapter will be decently long. Slightly extra but if/when I ever write another fic it is going exclusively on my ao3 linking all the previous chapters is so much work holy)

They wandered around town, once again talking to literally everyone they could, much to their dismay, having to socialize with this many people was awful. Having to be out this much was so odd to them, they only people they’d ever hung out with were Asriel, December, and Noelle, and they hadn't done that in a long time. It's not like they were against having friends again, but none of this was their choice. They had honestly mostly been disassociating, it wasn't like they had to pay attention when they weren't the one deciding where they were going or responding to any conversation.

“S-Susie!?” A high-pitched voice dragged them out of their thoughts.

“Noelle!” The voice in the back of their head spoke up, “Hell yeah, I was hoping to see you!”

“W-what are you doing here!?” She asked, ignoring the fact Kris was also there, but that's fine, not like they care or anything.

“I’m just following Kris” Susie shrugged, “I think we’re here to see your dad… again” She didn't seem too thrown by that at least.

“Oh… really?” Noelle apparently did, though, “That's really thoughtful of you Kris,” She smiled at them.

“It makes sense, Kris is weird like that,” Susie spoke idly, earning another look from Noelle.

Noelle knows Kris, she knows that they’re weird, but she knows they’re not weird ‘like that’. Noelle knows what Kris would normally be doing on a weekend, and that's laying in their bed, not walking around talking to people, not visiting her dad. Kris knows she knows this, they know she can tell they’re being different, and they can't tell her why. They want to tell her, they want to ask for help, but they can't say anything, they’re stuck in their own body.

Noelle looked as if she was about to comment on it but cut herself off as Susie turned to actually look at her, “I’m gonna go talk to my dad now!” She said, moving just fast enough to not be running into the hospital.

Kris, of course, followed her inside, messing with the piano and the lady at the front desk before going into Rudy’s room.

“Hey Krismas!” Rudy called from his bed, “Noelle said you were gonna show,” He grinned “And Susie, cool to see you again, I’m sure that’ll be more common,” He laughed, or wheezed

“D-dad!” Noelle squealed, smacking him on the shoulder

“Huh…?” Luckily for Noelle, Susie didn’t seem to understand what Rudy was implying

“Nothing, nothing,” Rudy said, his voice holding that wheezy laugh

“Ugh, Rudy, I love you, please don't die, I’d be very sad,” The player’s voice echoed in the back of Kris’s mind, and they tried to will it into shutting up. Rudy wasn't going to die. Kris had known him their whole life, and he was always strong, he was just a little sick right now, but he wasn't going to die. Kris didn't even want to think about what that would do to Noelle.

They walked over to go talk to Noelle and Rudy until the player had exhausted all the dialog options given to it. Kris is incredibly glad its limited to just that, they have no idea what it would do if it was given totally free rein, and they don't want to.

After The Player had double-checked, it had interacted with everything it could, Kris, finally, headed towards the door.

“Oh Kris, wait!” Noelle called, just as they were about to leave, “Would you wanna hang out at my place later, after you're done with… whatever it is you’re doing I mean, Susie can come to- If she wants!” She added the last bit quickly, her face getting red.

“No way, Holiday house!” The Player cheered, immediately deciding for them that they would be going.

“Great!” Noelle smiled at ‘Kris’s’ response, “I’m gonna hang out with dad a bit more, but I’ll be waiting by the gate whenever you’re ready” She finished

Kris nodded as they left the room, turning to Susie once they both left the building

“Do you wanna come?” They asked her

“Uh, I could.” She started, seemingly a bit caught off guard, “It doesn't seem like she likes me very much, I think I scare her” She finished, looking away “Susie, stop being STUPID” The Player yelled, which Kris honestly agreed with, Noelle was incredibly obvious with her feelings. To be fair, Susie was also incredibly dense.

“She likes you,” Kris informed her

“You think…?” She asked, more so to herself.

The pair went back to walking for a bit, eventually reaching Flower king. Kris stepped inside, looking at all the various things around the entryway.

“Are we like supposed to be in here?” Susie asked, “Don't get me wrong, I'm all good with breaking and entering, just wanna be prepared if we gotta fight the cops,” She finished, slamming her fist into her hand with a grin.

As she finished, one of the doors to the back opened, causing her to sort of bunch up in shock.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Asgore asked, as he walked into the main area, “Oh, Kris, howdy” He greeted them as he walked over, looking as if he was about to go in for a hug but stopping himself before awkwardly patting them on the head instead.

“Aw, no Asgore hug” The Player complained, “Dude honestly one of those would fix me” It added, Kris disagrees, they don't think anything could fix it.

“Oh uh-” Asgore paused as he noticed Susie, “Howdy, I’m Asgore, Kris’s dad,” He introduced himself, holding his hand out to her.

“Uh, Susie sir,” She paused before taking his hand and getting a firm handshake from him

“Ah, good to meet you! Kris, I’m glad you’re bringing your friends around, feel free to stay for as long as you like,” He told them with a grin

They nodded and looked around the back, now that those doors were open, before heading back out. They headed towards the water and stood on the weird circle, staring down.

“Onion-san summoning,” The Player said to itself, but after a while nothing had shown up “Abandonment,” it sighed.

“Hey Kris, check this out!” Susie called as she tossed a rock into the water, creating a small splash, “Nice, right?” She asked with a smug look on her face.

Kris paused before crouching down and finding a rock of their own, they ran their hand over its surface and mimicked the motion of throwing it before tossing it out, watching it as it skipped across the water.

“Woah sick!”

“Oh nice!”

Exclamations rang out, close to being in sync and, despite their disdain for one of the voices, Kris was proud to hear people actually being impressed by them.

“Dude, where’d you learn to do that!?” Susie asked, shoving them slightly, “You gotta quit hiding skills from me!”

“My brother taught me a while back,” They shrugged, thinking back on the memory, it was a while back, a good few years ago by now. Kris and Asirel’s parents had been encouraging them to go out more, looking back they probably didn't want them to be in the house while they argued, Asriel would stop by the Holiday’s house and bother December into coming out with Noelle. They’d all gone to various spots around town, but they specifically remembered that time by the water, Asriel was showing off by skipping as many rocks as far as he could. Kris remembers it being so cool to watch, and they had bothered him until he actually showed him how, they’d ended up spending a couple of hours out there until Kris was sure they had perfected it.

It was a nice memory, of course, but it felt so bittersweet now, Asriel was away at college, they hadn't really been talking to Noelle, and Dess was… gone. Kris wishes they could go back to how things were, when they were younger.

“Hey, Kris, You good?” Susie questioned, waving her hand in front of their face.

“Huh?- Yeah.” They blinked, “Yeah, I’m fine”

“You looked… down,” She said, taking a step back so she wasn't so close to their face

“Don't worry about it,” They waved her off

“If you say so,” She muttered, shoving her hands into her pockets

Kris nodded as they went back to walking, making their way towards the diner. The building was mostly empty, save for a froggit and a mouse(?) in an abnormally tall hat sitting at the bar, and the rabbit woman behind it.

“Oh, Kris, hey sugar, welcome back,” She smiled warmly at them “I see you brought a friend,” She said gesturing to Susie, who waved awkwardly. She paused for a second before continuing, “Today's a slow day, why don't you two go take a seat in the corner, and I’ll bring you some hot cocoa on the house,” She offered.

“Oh hell yeah, cocoa!” The player said, immediately moving to pick yes.

[captainaikus]

✨Chapter 2✨ part 1

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS I CANT BELIEVE ITS ALMOST BEEN A WEEK IVE BEEN MEANING TO READ IT AS SOON AS IT CAME OUT BUT LIFE GOT IN THE WAY BUT IM HERE NOW BELLE!!!

OH HO HO WE’RE STARTING WITH THE LETTER??? YESSS I COULDNT WAIT TO SEE WHAT SHE WROTE. *reads the first metaphor and starts sobbing* it’s a diary. ITS A DIARY OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP THROUGH HER EYES IM SOBBING RN. I honestly love the idea that Oliver doesn’t have the best relationship with his family. Adds more spice yknow? WAIT WAIT WAIT. HES READING THIS??? THIS IS HIS POV??? ASDHJHHFJJFFHHHFFF THIS IS AMAZING. Also I love how hurtful the readers love is portrayed in the diary. Making him read your years worth of heartache gives a chance for him to reflect on his actions. Oliver having Viking ancestry??? That’s a yes from me!!!! Not him already unconsciously planning a date to take you to see the northern lights and only being able to imagine your face. BOY YOU ARE DOWN SO BAD. WAKE UP ALREADY. NOOOOOOOOO NOT THE DREAM RELATIONSHIP. BELLE LOVE PLS. You’re killing me rn *sobs*. That scene with her framing abt their future relationship and his hand hosting over here whilst giving him a back hug was written so well I can literally feel it happening adhkhdhkgfjhgf ugh. God reading the diary entries was so painful. I can practically hear the riding and falling octaves of hurt and desperation and hollowness and acceptance. *cries* BELES IM NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH YET HOW CAN I GO ON LIKE THIS???!!? *proceeds to keep reading* NO BUT HIM REALIZING HOW HES MORE THAN JUST A SCUMBAG IN SOMEONE EYES SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING RN BELLE. I really do this that he doesn’t view himself as highly as his ego on the field does. Aside from soccer, I feel like Oliver would have a few self worry issues. You’re making me think abt his character more and this isn’t even an analysts post asfkjgfggiij. I love how you’re exploring him as a person through his relationship with the reader. It’s really hard and tricky to develop a character using a relationship they have with someone else but you’ve done a fantastic job with it love!!! Oh timeskip?? I love your dialogue writing so much, you really make y/n have a personality and Oliver doesn’t just have the 2 traits of soccer and playboy. Uh oh not the mother call. You really know you’ve messed up royally bad of you get a video call from mom with the look. Rip Oliver you will forever be remembered in our memories. WE LOVE MOM IN THIS HOUSEHOLD FINALLY SOMEONE TALKING SOME SENSE INTO THIS MAN SERIOUSLY QUIT BEING AN ASS OLIVER I SAY THIS FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR HEART. I love how the loneliness slowly creeps up on him in the little things tho. The extra groceries the empty bedroom the lack of the faucet running in the morning just ugh yes I love it all. I wanna bet that he hasn’t had a girl over or even thought abt having one over since she left cage she’s all he can think abt. I’m right aren’t I? Yup I was right. FINALLY. ITS ABT DANG TIME. NOW PRESS THE CALL BUTTON OLIVER OR SO HELP ME-. Noooooo not the voicemails. This is a risky so freaking sad to read. He’s hurting so bad but I’m still kinda mad at him so like ugh. THE GASP I LET OUT WHEN I READ THAT HES GETTING A TATTOO FOR YOU *SCREAMETHS* I’m still grinning like a crazy person asdjjfgjkhghh. Maybe not the best emotional decision while drunk Oli BUT THE SYMBOLISM THE SYMBOLIDM IS WHATS GOT ME GRINNING LIKE A FOOL. Belle you’ve got me loving all the angsty stuff *cries*. wait what. did. did I read that right???????? 6 years????? 6???? Six??????? ITS BEEN 6 YEARS SINCE THEYVE LAST SEEN EACH OTHER IM-. *wheezes and continues to furiously scroll* Oliver don’t you dare lie to yourself and say it was a drink regret we all know it wasn’t. The time skip was well place though. Unexpected but understandable. It was really needed and they’ve both grown separately which is what I was really hoping for. But see. Since the time skip was so early. I know there’s gonna be a LOT of drama upcoming. And I for one cannot wait!!! Sobs not him carrying your diary with him in his bag everywhere he goes like a lost wayward lover. That’s so mystical and romantic. Never through I’d use those two words to deserve Oliver of all people but your writing is just that good.

- ✨ anon

✨Chapter 2✨ part 2 Note: I cant believe it made me divide my ask into 2 parts tumblr do better smh That’s so mystical and romantic. Never through I’d use those two words to deserve Oliver of all people but your writing is just that good. CRIES KNOWING HE PROBABLY THOUGHT HE SAW A GLIMPSE OF YOU BUT IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE EVERY TIME AND HE WAS LEFT SO HEARTBROKEN AND SAD AND DISAPPOINTED EVERY TIME. OOF. Big oof. 6 years and no women huh? You messed up big time bud. Thank your wife Belle that’s she’s kind enough to give you a (probably) happy ending with this fic (I hope). NOT HIM SLOWLY ADOPTING YOUR MANNERISMS AND HABITS AS THE YEARS WENT BY. Seriously you pulled out all the heartache stops for this chapter Belle. Prediction. Why do I think the chapters gonna end with them meeting again? Cries. Yes. Wallow in despair and mistakes Oliver. It’ll be much help in your character development. Oliver honey. You can’t do this to me. Pls I cant take the pathetic heartache. And the strangers wondering what’s got him looking so sad too??? Stan me now why don’t you? UGH BELLE THIS US SO FREAKING GOOD!!!! Shout out to Sendou for being a true friend. I wonder if his relationship will Oliver will be developed a little later on too? Maybe. No. No no no. Ohhhhhhh my God. NOOOOOOOOO IM SCREAMING RN BITING MY PILLOW I SO DID NOT THINK YOU WERE GONNA GO THIS ROUTE BUT I HAVE NO COMPLAINTS. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I JUST ASFJHFGJFFHGDFGFFGGG SHES HERE ISNT SHE???? SHE WANTED TO SHIW THEIR DAUGHTER HER DADDY AND SEE HIM TOO UGH I AM BELLE YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. “Staring into the camera wondering if you were watching him” BOY SHES IN THE STANDS WITH YOUR DAUGHTER. Not me slowly losing my mind over this new development don’t mind me asdfjkgggjjj. Ohhhh okay so my prediction for her being in the stands and having their daughter watch the game intentionally was false BUT I MIGHT STILL BE RIGHT ABT THE CLIFFHANGER ENDING LETS SEE. Pshhhhhhhhh Oliver bring bad with kids is actually so hilarious to me. God having a daughter makes so much more sense now with the context of cutting off contact and the little details. You could have predicted but it was a very low chance you did that part so well girl!!!! ASTJFDHKIFFJKUFFGJJUFDFFFF NOT THE OLDER SISTER!!!!!!!???? WILL SHE LET THEM MEET OR NO??????!!!!! AHHHHH I CANT TAKE THIS. AND I WAS RIGHT ABT THE NANES BEING SIMILAR I DIDNT MENTION IT BUT I HAD AN INKLING. LIVI = OLIVIA = OLIVER????? Yessssss give me the parental relationship development and parent-child similarities. I literally speed read the rest of it cause oh my God I couldn’t stop myself. I loved this chapter so much. His resolve to win you back over??? FREAKING TOOK 6 YEARS AND A SECRET DAUGHTER BUT WE’RE FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!! Everything abt this chapter was amazing and I loved it so much seriously you did an amazing job with this!!!! The formatting and borders look fantastic btw!!! I cannot wait for the next chapter but pls pls pls ake your time and don’t overwork yourself sweetheart!!!! And again I’m sorry for the late response and lack of interactions. Life got busy and I’ve been occupied mentally with friendship stuff. Sighs. Anyways. IM GLAD TO BE BACK NOW THO!!!! I wanna catch up!!! How are you love? How’s break been? And uni? Are you feeling better? I hope you are!!! And that you get all the writing inspiration and kudos on ao3 (unfortunately I can’t spam the kudos button or I would have) and much interactions on your blog!!!! ALSO. Question. But would you prefer me writing the reviews for the chapters on your blog or in the comments section of the fic on ao3? *sending many virtual hugs* - ✨ anon

FINALLY. the much awaited reply - I really loved reading every min of this and now I'm gonna talk about every small detail of it so it's gonna be a long ask. So yeah lets dive right into it ! We did start off with her diary. And YES. the story is a dual perspective one so there is developments on Oliver's side as well. The idea of him having viking ancestry came from vinland saga for me as well as the study of vikings - most of them came from the nordic belt so there was a possibility of that and honestly... viking! Oliver? *fans face* Now the whole thing abt the back hug and that scene? That was out of a dream I had a couple of months back that I was talking to blue about. I just love the whole narrative where you're hating him and loving him at the same time ToT

And yes! so one of the issues with Oliver's character (i'm not sure if you're reading the manga or not -) but even as a football player, he does have more addition to his personality than his nature and looks; adults took away his future from him. He wanted to be a striker but because of his coach, he had to give up that dream and become a defender instead. Another thing I like is making (y/n) have a personality as well as strong dialogues. One of the issues with fanfic writing is that the reader is also a if not the main protagonist of the story. Some of the (y/n)s out there (and I'm not saying this to stir anything up) are too soft spoken or give in too easily. Some authors mention that the reader is stubborn either through description or dialogues but they don't show it or show the reader being too dependent on someone. And honestly, I'm glad you brought out the point that the way I characterize people has more to do with stuff that really counts as a personality including Oliver since he has just been restrained to football and being a playboy -smh. Since my stories have less of smut and more of plot, there has to be character development and since I like seeing people blossom, might as well do it with the characters right? and in this case, its to do with time. he does get lonely - and there's an explanation for that in the story. So the story about the tattoo... I was planning on getting an arm tattoo done for him. like a fawn over the shoulder and then adding stuff to it... but Oliver doesn't strike as the type to get tattoos. So he got one on the ankle and...yeah no I'm not giving spoilers for further chapters just yet. |>.<| Ik the time skip seems big... but yeah. 6 years - I can't believe I fell for Oliver, then again. he's practically the only sane one in there and maybe Bachira... or else everyone is either depressed or feral. not in between literally.

6 years and Oliver hasn't had women. And ofc my story has a happy ending! - 'hurt me and put me back together' is my motto atp I'm glad that you're enjoying the angst starry - cause that's where most of my character development is. And there's more drama in the next chapter. So... did no one notice that Oliver didn't pull out? *laughing* well... yes. we did have a daughter. Oliver is actually terrible with babies. I'm happy to hear that i pulled it off well T.T Well... chapter 3 is packing. I already have a title ready And its fine! honestly- its good to take a break from tumblr once in a while So here's my update - I managed to put on weight during my break. 3 kgs/ 7 pounds consistently working out at the gym and uni... is exhausting. but we're working and I also bought a lot of books during break (chainsawman as one of them) and another one that I'm really engrossed in atm, Anything is fine Starry!! I'm keeping tumblr active in case someone wants to tell me something anonymous or discussions for character development. and I saw your comment on my fic on ao3 - i wanna say that I really appreciate it cause that was one of the first comments that fic ever got and I'm happy about it (gonna respond to it soon as well) *sending bear hugs*

Starry his collarbones are catching me off guard -

[historixally-accurate]

HI ITS ME IM BACK!

im so sorry for not responding sooner but its been really rough for me lately :,) guess you could say ive been going through it. not very sexily. its gotten so bad ive just put an empty note in my notes app called "YOU BETTER RESPOND RN YOU FLAKE" so here i am (=v=)b sounds like youve had a rough time too, damn. how have you been? have you recovered? hope youre feelin better by the time you read this. and hope my silly little essay makes you smile :>

i popped into fulham's stream last night and saw you in fulham's chat at 1am...what da hell !!!!! again. too mf shy to say hi but uh. just know i badly wanted to. i woke up today absolutely hammered with sleep deprivation cause my parent woke me up too early so i guess i got slammed with consequences Sadge.

never worry about traumadumping about acads. im being compketely honest here when i say that if most SG students were to describe their experiences in school, it would 100% be met with disbelief at best and horror at worst from people overseas. compared to the rest of the world, believe me when i say our syllabus is insane. cheers for SG ... yay....MOE sleep with one eye open tonight. i hope you make some new friends soon! life would suck without em. talking to people is hard, but its unfortunately the first step in making friends. i wish you all the best :D

i think your phone layout looks fantastic. honestly its your phone and you get to figure out what to do with it, so if it sucks to you, hit the bricks

about skibidi...i woukd have never guessed fein was the reason why you say skibidi LOL. but i would have guessed correctly for the fulham "peculiar" thing. bros terminally british. hopes he gets well soon. prayge /lh

ill do my best for the BAC stream, but thibgs are just getting hectic again for me, help save me...... opened twitch (i dont have notifs on) yesterday and i was immediately stricken with grief as i found out fucking. 21mustard had ended stream JUST A FEW HOURS PRIOR. i wanted to bash my head into the nearest wall. it was fine though i just played it in the background as i did my workout. but i almost dropped my weights when i looked over and saw him buidling the most atrocious troll face i had ever seen in my life. that would have been bad, because i was holding 12.5kg dumbbells at the time. if i did drop them, i wouldnt have a foot anymore. on the bright side, i watched as he proceeded to lose the 2 matches he played against emerald. that was uh. yeah. gotta love white boy against white boy violence

NOOOOOO PLEASE DONT PUT ME INTO FUNNY JAIL IM NOT GOING BACK THERE. MY FRIENDS HAVE ONE TOO MNAY TIMES. pleeeeease let me have my fart jokes im begging you theyre high on my reasons to liveee im giving you puppy dog eyes rn if you prefer cats im giving you my most soggy wet cat pathetic cat eyes pleaseeeeee dont revoke my fart rights

about the feinberg rocks video. hell yes ive seen it!!!!!! i have an unhealthy addiction to the funny channels. silverruns funny and talking mime funny and feinberg rocks ily <3 i, too, watch them on repeat every time i have free time. #unhealthily obsessed

gl for amath soldier. thats all i have to say. its easy to score if you love math and drill concepts in hard teehee <3

i see what you did with the name pun. i too love puns. and lame jokes. in case you coukdnt already tell my sense of humour is just sliiiiiiightly skewed. yeah no i still laugh at poop and yoir mom jokes who am i kidding. when i was showing my friend my youtube feed and a vid about "top ten vidoes of people who hit the griddy" popped up and i couldnt stop laughing while my friend just like. sighed in disappointment. yeah no its been getting really bad actually, i bet you could get me to laugh at a video of "top ten skibidi toilets" or smth. i dont wheeze but if i did i wouldnt be able to get up after watching that one.

so you like friends who take charge huh that explains the talkingmime/feinberg connection lol. i dont really know about emerald, but so far when i think "mapicc" and "emerald" i dont really see connections? please expalin it sounds interesting. is it the voice HAHA

you like people with GREEN as their colour pallete??!?!?!?@?@ omg.... damn......i woukd hate drawing them (this dumbass has no idea how to colour theory, which is ironic considering my arts background) ... but it sounds reslly mf cool!!!

i think its about time i ask the actual "get to know you" questions. internet hot takes. pancakes or waffles, milk or cereal first, etc. for me i dont really have an opinion on pancakes or waffles, but since i eat pancakes way more often (theyre easier to make, i dont have a waffle iron, waffles in singapore are really expensive sigh) i woukd have to say pancakes. i put milk first. this might get me stoned to death. no comment :)

happy to receive the honour of making you laugh (pls dont cry LMAO) i actually first saw this at night. but im repsinding now in the afternoon, so ill have both a skibiditastic day and a rizzler night😈😈im just sigma that way. i cringed a bit typing that out im ngl . i apologise for the way way overdue response again D: and as always, have a beautiful gyattastic pyun pyun rest of the day/night. ome

- sgmcsr anon

p.s. your yappery is greatly appreciated every time. i think youre very cool too :3

hi anon. oh boy this'll be a long one

don't worry bout not giving me my daily ask, just make sure you take care of yourself. singapore is really demanding even in terms of hobbies and co curriculars, so I really don't blame you. take care anon, I'll be... chronically online ^_^

fulham stream huh? speaking of, as of when I'm writing this, he's supposed to stream soon LMAO if you're a regular lurker, I hope I'll see you around when you gain the courage to say hi 💥 fulchat is very kind <3

AS OF NOW. IT IS 2 53 AM. I COMPLEYELY FORGOT I HAD TUMBLR OPEN WHILST WATCHING FULHAM STREAM. ok let's continue

MOE has kinda ruined multiple young students hopes and dreams because they either got one mark to low or 5 marks too low (IM LOOKING AT U PSLE SYSTEM. IM LOOKING AT YOU. FUCKING ACHIEVEMENT LEVELS. I'LL KILL YOU). it's really stupid and it forces students to study harder (and put immense mental pressure on themselves!!) MOE YOU BETTER PRAY HARD HARD THAT YOU DONT FUCK UP THE NEXT BATCH OF STUDENTS ILL SEND MY MONGEY ARMY. anyway I think I'll be okay friends wise :) everything is all mongeyful and skibidi in the gold household.

I'm a little lazy, so I'm not changing my layout yet </3 I love my silly messed up mcsr layout for now, so yay. it stays.

I watched so many feinberg clips where he says skibidi, glorp and mothasucka a lot. so. oops! in you go into my vocabulary! also, fulham saying peculiar and bello! I need this British man to. explode. positively. he's very cool. but I need another word that isn't peculiar to describe something odd or misleading 😭😭

yeah no I feel u... my friend spam pinged me sayin mime was live at 6 45 am. SIX FORTY FIVE. I WOKE UP AT 9 45 HOPING HE WAS LIVE. he wasn't. I was devastated and my day was RUINED. awful not mongeyful day. MODS please force him to stream more :( I love nEmerald. that guy is so cool. he has definitely also affected how I speak (oh noey)

every time I need something to watch while eating lunch, I'll pull up HBG clips or any ___funny videos and I am INSTANTLY entertained. like that is my form of baby sensory. easily charmed by speedrunning fails :') so skibidi. literally I will watch the same ass clips to giggle at talkingmime or fein and I think that's a testament to how normal I am!

sigh. I have math tuition tomorrow. not thrilled </3 but I'll do my best nonetheless 💥

yeahhh you like that pun I did... I'll scoff at your mom jokes, but i will start rofling whenever my parents use gen alpha slang . FOR EXAMPLE. my sister was lifting groceries today and she was saying it was really heavy, but she could handle it. my father follows up by saying "yeah! go beast mode!" and I laughed. really loud. also, my mom tried to use the word slay.. mom I love you thanks for trying 😭😭😭 never say skibidi ever again 😢😢😢😢 anyway. I think our sense of humor is similar, I'd also laugh at top 10 people hwo can hit the skibidiest griddy, dw

wow. kicks rocks. is that so noticeable? haha. shoves all the drawings I have of mime and fein aside. what! talkingmime? who's that??? feinberg??? who+??? I like emerald because of his personality and yeah he kinda sounds like mapic which was why I was like "ohhh homeboys a little PECULIAR!!" anyway, he is still extremely awesome. you go bro! my favourite colour is green, but in a broader term I'd say ground tones (beige, brown, green), soooooo. idk I just like emerald. idk it's the same reason why I like mime (I don't know why) I am so proud of my nEmerald design. he's so. it's so cool??? and I'm proud of it 😭 I don't have anythin else to say

alright. people in my asks may slaughter me. INTERNET HOT TAKES.. pineapple on pizza is good, I put milk before cereal, I prefer waffles over pancakes despite eating pancakes all my life. I like the saltiness of the pizza and the sweetness of the pineapple, I also eat my chips (CRISPS I DONT GAF) with ketchup sometimes. same as you, waffle irons are expensive, so I've eaten pancakes since I was little. but ohhh if I were rewarded with bacon and waffles if I got an A for math?? YOU KNOW IM GETTING THAT A. anyway, milk before cereal to keep the cereal crunchy for a while before eating it :) no sg anon blending, I respect you ^_^

thanks for listening to me yap, you are always welcome in my tumblr inbox MODS redlime ban feinberg from ranked

have a wonderful mongeyful pyun pyun kira kira night / day ahead, and I'll see you whenever :)

you flatter me with the compliments BTW. I am just an artist

obligatory mime doodle :3c

[themagisterprotocol]

A thudding of rapidly approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway, shortly followed by the Magister's appearance.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

The words echoed in the console room, as he slammed the bass guitar into the Master's ribs, pushing him away from Vera with the force, quickly moving between the two and raising it again.

He watched, as the Master stumbled backwards, dropping the screwdriver as he went and didn't give him a chance to recover as he swung it at the back of his legs, knocking him off his feet.

The rage he'd been ignoring for a month now came crashing into him and he lifted the guitar high above his head, slamming it into his back, the wheeze he let out as it winded him did nothing but spur him on.

Again he lifted the guitar, bringing it down as the Master turned his head to glance up at him, something glinting in his yellow eyes, fear perhaps? But he didn't care as he slammed it into the side of his head, knocking his older self unconcious as the body of the bass snapped off, leaving him wielding the neck, now splintered at the end.

The anger, frustration, and anxiety in his body, his very bones, burned, demanding his blood, and he was not one to deny it, as he stuck his body over and over and over again with the neck of the bass, bone crunching under the hits, blood splattering across his face, chest, arms, legs.

He didn't stop until he was finally calm, and then he dropped his weapon.

He stood up straight and took a step back, breathing heavily and glancing down at the mess he'd made of the man that he was destined to become, a bloody heap on the floor, still breathing, however, he didn't want him dead, just in agony.

He took a deep breath, glancing down at his blood splattered hands, lifting one to his mouth and licking it.

"Trakenite."

He muttered the word as he lowered his hand, glancing at the mess his future self had made of the TARDIS' console... He was not in the right frame of mind to be able to help her just yet... instead.

He spun around, staring at Vera, taking a breath.

"Oh I am so sorry you had to see that, I just... I saw what he was doing and I just couldnt...

He trailed off, swallowing harshly at the guilt filling his chest, his eyes glinting yellow in the dim light of the room, a fang slipping past his lip without his notice.

"Are you alright, my dear?"

Demeter follows her friend into the corridor, even getting ahead, until they reach the door. She sits before it, meowing at Vera, until she opens it.

As soon as she does, the cat sneaks into the room, and Vera is promptly greeted with a sharp object quickly approaching her chest, but stopping right before it touches her. A mostly black silhouette stands before her, and behind him, a dimly lit room full of cables coming out of the roundels in the walls and meeting at the mess that is presumably the TARDIS' main console, covered in more of them. It must have taken a long time to prepare all that. The air is permeated with sound waves, an uncomfortable, intermittent screech, metallic, reverberating across the room. She cannot quite see the source.

"...Greetings, Miss Vera. What a pleasant surprise."

He gave her a proud smirk.

(ooc: not me leaving the page to search for a word and losing the enTIRE NARRATION. / @tremastersweb )

Danger danger DANGER- He’s- he’s trying to kill her again it’s too loud too much noise it hurts it HURTS-

She takes a step back and tries to steady her nerves. Get her emotions under control. Fight through the pain. She winces and refuses to meet the Master’s gaze. She refuses to look at him. She’s shaking again, she doesn’t want to die she can’t die she’s only 97 she hasn’t even remembered everything yet- SHUT UP. SHUT. UP. She smacks the side of her head in an attempt to pull herself together.

Her voice is shaky when she speaks.

“I picked right�� How do I turn the noise off? What- what did you do to the TARDIS?! What did you do to my friend’s memories?!”

She can’t stop the tears that start to form at the corners of her eyes. She is struggling to keep a hold on her own thoughts. She doesn’t want to fight him, and she won’t because she knows it’ll make his condition worse…

Stay calm. Temper the emotions. Focus. FOCUS. He could’ve killed her just now but he didn’t.

[introloves]

i have had nothing but toshi brain rot for the past few days,,, he unlocks a new level of sub in me i didn't even know i had,,, he's so big and sturdy and strong but knows how to be gentle with his babygirl🥺,,,,all i can think of is him and the perfect mix of size kink (mainly bc of size difference)+ corruption kink + degrading praise + babying with a sprinkle of dumbification 🥵🥵

i love ushijima smmmm he truly would take such good care of his baby, this is with f! reader.

he always knew what you needed, sometimes long before you even did yourself. his hands nudged your legs apart, rough callouses spreading goosebumps.

he listened well to your soft whimpers, sitting back on his haunches, letting you relax before he continued.

your tremors from how well he ate you out, stretching your cute little cunt out were fading. the wetness he brought you stayed however, ushijima liked using your cum as lubrication for when he fucked you.

“good?” he asked, voice deep but lower and just a tad softer.

he usually looked so intimidating, so mean. but with you, his edges rounded, spurred on by the need to protect the little thing that was you currently splayed down on his bed, legs shaking with every pass of his rough, broad hands over them. he’d steal the moon from the sky if it meant keeping you happy, your glazed eyes, prickling with tears, puffy lips from his teeth passing over them forming his name in a soft plea meant just about everything to him.

your response came with a nod, you couldnt gather yourself enough to answer him properly. with how he towered over you, the mass of him so much bigger, made you slip into a space where all you could do was lay there and take it, knowing that your big strong boyfriend, ushijima, was more than happy to care for you.

with slow movements, he nudged you open once more. grunting at the way your previous orgasms made you glisten, strings of it connecting your thighs together, drenching that cunt that had him absolutely whipped for you.

“fuck babygirl.” he hissed, eyes closing, pausing to inhale you. he had been inbetween your legs for quite a while earlier, but he liked indulging himself in everything that was you.

you burned hot and cold at the same time, cold chills running up and down your spine but the heat of him ogling at your ruined cunt simmering in the pit of your stomach.

he lifted himself up, the image of him unfurling from his hunched form was truly a sight. his body, toned, thick, and so so muscular shifting to guide the tip of himself right up against your already clenching pussy. when he extended himself to his full height, you could really appreciate the different.

just how he liked it, the head of his cock now glistened with your cum. helping him push in, hissing at the warmth and tightness.

it was a sight, looking down at your cunt stretch to fit him, seeing your pussy accommodate the thickness made his toes curl, teeth clenching at the feeling.

you always whined as he pressed himself in, but as soon as his head was popped in, it made the rest sink in easier.

“almost there.” he grunted, reassuring you.

when he was pressed flush against your cunt, clit throbbing as his pelvis basically crushed it, you could exhale.

“good girl.”

you craved for more of that sweet praise, clamping down at the way he said it.

just like everything else, he let you give him the okay, letting your hips gyrate against his own, dragging your clit against him, practically sobbing at the feeling.

once he knew it was okay to move, he clamped his hand over your hips, lifting you to how he liked it.

the devastating thrusts of his hips where sharp and precise, leaving no room for your cunt to want more, to want anything other than his fat, big dick.

he made it look easy, keeping you slightly lifted off the bed while he pistoned in and out, showing you that with him, he would do anything to heighten the already numbing pleasure he fucked you with.

once again, like earlier he questioned you,

“good?”

a silly question, you were practically drooling, sobbing, whimpering as his cockhead nudged up against your cervix.

but you let a wheeze that sounded similar to a, yes. it was all you could manage and he knew that, smiling slightly at your attempt to respond.

“you look real nasty right now baby.” he hissed, your eyes widening at the words, not wanting to hear those words. you just wanted to hear him praise you.

“nasty and all good for me. dumb little thing.” bristling at his words you let a hand punch his pec, missing weakly kept you bounced you on his cock.

his laugh sounded strained at that, god he was so close.

he sped up just a bit more, an attempt at a sorry. he knew you wanted to hear only good things from him, but it was fun seeing your face scrunch up, even if you didn’t want to admit it, you really were a dumb little baby when he fucked you.

“sorry angel, youre not a dumb, nasty, slutty, baby.” he spat out, putting emphasis on those words with thrusts that knocked the wind out of you, vision littering with black spots.

the way your pussy shucked is cock, squeezing him so that it made it so hard for him to push back in let him know what those words did to you.

“you’re my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he questioned, licking his lips.

those words were enough to once again make you cum, lower body shaking, trembling against his hold. he marveled at how well you came, even this late, even having cum so much earlier.

it was a rapid chain reaction, his fine hair stood on end as he dumped whatever he could of his semen inside. spurts that didnt fit pooled at the edge of your hole, painting a ring around him.

in the end, he held you, littering your face in kisses, silently apologizing to his good girl for treating you like that.

once you could think straight, no longer in such a subby headspace, you confessed that it made you throb, being regarded as such a desperate and filthy slut.

he blushed hotly at it, eyes closing to take in the shocks of pleasure and want that coursed through him thanks to your words.

[monminimage]

Sicktember 2022 day 5

Prompt - 'Great. Now I have your germs all over me.'

"Have you ever seen a moblin sneeze?"

Wild's question was strange enough to catch the whole camp's attention. And judging by their reactions, the answer was obvious: they have not.

"No? Why would you want to see a moblin sneeze?" Twilight wrinkled his nose at the thought. "They're bad enough without them sneezing their snot at us."

"But I wanna know!" Wild exclaimed, pulling his slate off his belt. He began swiping the screen until he landed on a picture of one of his moblins. He showed the screen, pointing at the nose of the creature. "They have long noses, right? So I'm just curious about how would it sound! Like, would it be a honk, or a wheeze, or a bwaaaaarp!"

Wind,Four, and Hyrule began to giggle at the strange noises Wild was making.

"And how would it look like when it's about to sneeze?" Wild continued. "Would it crinkle its nose up like an accordion or maybe it just grab its nose to try to stifle it?"

"...Okay, well now I'm wondering too..." Warriors admitted, Sky nodding along with agreement.

"But what if it's dangerous? What if it... what if it causes it to shoot snot at us? Like a cannon or something?" Twilight argued.

"That's what I want to know!"

"I'll admit, I'm curious as well." Time ignored the look of betrayal from his protege. "However, how would you be able to get one to sneeze?"

"Oh! What about tickling the nose with a feather? Would that work?" Sky wondered, remembering how often he would sneeze because of leftwing feathers being shoved in his face.

"Or maybe try throwing pepper?" Twilight suggested with a sigh, giving up on being the responsible adult.

"Hm... I think I got just the thing we need." Legend smirked, beginning to rummage through his bag.

"You got some sneezing powder or something?" Warriors asked, his brows raised.

"Of sorts." Legend replied.

Warriors sighed. "Of course you do. I shouldn't be so surprised."

"This is magic powder." Legend opened the bag slightly, grabbing a small handful of the powder inside, and showing it to the group. It was a finely ground powder, the dark grains seeming to sparkle in the day light. "I can use it to light torches or transform monsters into other monsters."

"That's pretty cool, but not what we want to do though?" Wild frowned.

"I was just getting to that." Legend shushed him. "Anyways, I found out that if you don't put any magic into it, it's basically a sneezing powder."

"Really?" Wild moved closer to look at the dark, sparkling powder. "What's it made of? Does it work? Like all the time?"

Legend grinned, taking a deep breath and blew the powder into Wild's face.

The cook stumbled back slightly, blinking in confusion. The effect was immediate. He could feel a tickle in his nostrils, his face crinkling as he felt a sneeze coming. "Ah... ah..."

Then he sneezed directly onto Legend's face.

"Augh, gross! Really?!"

"What did you expect would happen?" Time chuckled.

"I expected him to cover his mouth or turn away or something!"

Twilight couldnt help but let out a snort. "This is Wild we're talking about."

"This is perfect! Just whaaaaAACHIOO!" Wild sneezed on Legend again. "JUST WHAT WE NEEDED!"

"Argh! Get away from me before I-!"

"I know just where to fii-aaahChhaaapththh!"

"WILD, STOP SNEEZING ON-!!!"

"WACHOO!"

"Here Wild," Sky handed him a small handkerchief, trying to hide his grin from Legend. The other Links, on the other hand, didnt bother to hide their amusement or laughter. "Blow your nose to get rid of that powder."

"Oh. Thanks." Wild blew into the cloth loudly before grimacing at the mess. "Sorry. I'll wash it later."

Sky shook his head, coughing to hide his snickering. "I'm... I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

Wild blinked, looking past Sky to see Legend sitting with a disgusted and reddening face. He winced, noticing all the spittle and snot on his face and tunic.

"Oh, uh... sorry. Lemme just...." Wild shuffled over to Legend, raising the handkerchief to clean the spit off.

"Hoi! Don't touch me with that snot covered-!"

Wild sneezed once again onto Legend's face while dropping the soiled handkerchief onto Legend's lap.

"Sorry...." Wild sniffed, delicately removing the handkerchief.

"No, this... I deserved this." Legend said tightly, tying the magic powder bag and moving it back into his pack. He stood up stiffly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "This is just... great. Now I've got your germs all over me. Thank you."

Wild took off running, Legend dashing after him with a shout that swore vengance.

They both ended up in a river after that. Twilight had to fish them out. They were fiiiine.

And I'll leave the moblin sneeze up to imagination. Because I don't have a clue

[ssozo]

Noa what do you think about that art of Volo?

giratina had abandoned him, arceus ghosted him, the plates shattered into pieces around him. volo had nothing- was nothing- and as he lay among the ruins of the temple of sinnoh his heart was empty.

what could he do now? by now the child in the survey corps had told their story to the entirety of hisui, and no man nor woman would accept him. volo watched the sun set and willed any sort of emotion to find him.

the stars winked and shined above him mockingly, daring him to dream of godhood again. he did not look up.

volo had no idea how much time had passed when he finally heard something that wasnt his own breathing. it was the clattering of rocks, over by the base of the cave that lead to the rest of hisui. maybe an alpha pokemon was on its way to put him out of his misery.

he was not so lucky.

"volo...?"

fuck. he recognized that voice. it was matli. why was he here? what could he possibly want from volo? was he here to rub salt into the wound, to scream in his face and say how much he deserved to lose?

"volo? are you here?" the smaller man scaled the steps, wheezing as he did so. exercise was not a favorite of his, which made his trek from jubilife village all the more impressive. matli spots volo hidden among the ruins and lets out a sigh of relief.

"oh thank sinnoh, you're alive- i was so worried. shit, i should have brought more bandages, i'm sorry." matli doesnt hesitate as he beelines to volo's side, fussing over his injuries and pulling things out of his satchel. "i brought some potato mochi, some of the rejects beni said we couldnt sell. theyre still tasty, although they don't really look it-"

matli continues chattering mindlessly, and to be completely honest it goes in one ear and out the other. volo is more stunned by the fact that he's here, and helping him, when surely the only reason he knew volo was here was from hearing what volo had done.

"matli."

"-and i'm not entirely sure how mickey got out in the first pla- huh?"

"why are you here?"

matli shrugs. "i told you i was worried."

"you know what i meant."

the other man finally turns his head away, stops touching him. volo continues.

"i'm the reason you're here. i opened the rift, cursed hisui, i lied to you-"

"i know."

tears well in the blond's eyes. "then why are you looking at me like i'm anything more than a monster?"

"you're not a monster. you're a man who made mistakes."

volo scoffs. "'mistakes' is an understatement."

"let me finish, volo."

matli stands. the sun rises behind him, creating a halo effect that blinds volo. he reaches a hand out to the man on the ground.

"you're a man who made mistakes. but your biggest mistake was putting your faith in the wrong god. you should have been worshipping me."

[prey-to-go]

Yet another ask from your friendly annoyance~

Pro-life Peter Parker had asthma (probably not as a tiny, seeing as...), so imagine if Tony was like—shopping or something, and he comes across Peter getting chased by... I dunno... like Flash and obviously wheezing, so he... takes care of it.

Yesss, and I'm going to explain it away as some sciencey bulshit that whatever tech they use temporarily stunts small issues like vision problems and asthma.

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Tony tried getting most things delivered to him seeing as he was a famous figure but there were times that shopping for the team was best done in person, mostly to support the small businesses.

He was browsing the isle for the 'cookies and creme' poptarts when the smell hit him. His tail whipped behind him eagerly as he tried spotting his favorite little treat.

"Come on Puny Parker, theres no what you of all people work for Tony Stark."

Tony paused at the voice. That didnt sound like a friend of Peter's, not only that the cover for the kid's job was a bit funny.

"I do intern for Mr.Stark okay! And I signed a contract so I cant talk about it Flash."

He couldnt help his mouth watering at his little snack's voice. The wavering and slight wheeze to it was enough for him to round the corner to see the issue.

"You can have this-" the larger kid held up something- "back when you tell the truth."

That wasn't what he thought it was right? Rage bubbled up when he caught a glint of the inhaler in the boy's fist.

"I think you should give it back now." He says coming up behind the boy. His facial expression softened when he saw the panicked look in Peter's eyes.

The teen spun around obviously looking for a fight but immediately deflated when he saw who he was looking at "Y-you you're..you're-"

"Tony Stark, yes I know. That is my intern's."

The bull hybrid looked at the inhaler in his hand then at Peter before promptly shoving it towards the boy.

"I-I didnt know, I'm so sorry sir!"

But Tony wasn't paying attention, all his focus was on Peter at the moment. The second the teen used his inhaler he pushed passed the bull hybrid, checking his favorite snack over.

"I..I was fine Mr.Stark." Peter mumbles, looking down. Tony couldnt help but the scoff. This kid.

"Mmhm sure...why dont we head to work right now? I've missed my favorite little s- intern." It wasn't worth arguing about. His stomach let a small protest out, demanding that his snack be safely tucked away.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Peter's face flush a dark red, his eyes flicking to his middle.

"S-sounds good!"

And with that they were off, leaving that snot nosed brat in the dust.

[avatar-of-procrastination]

Shattered World

Req(?): Yes! My very first req!

"" Could you write a karli x reader after she dies?? Youre on of the few who write for her... ""

Pairing: karli x reader

Warnings: major char death, mentions of death and guns, angst

A. N : hope you like it anon !!

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You and the flag smashers ran out of the GRPC building with Karli and the council members in the truck. When Karli decided to light the truck on fire, your heart broke. The Karli you knew would never have done such a thing. The girl you loved was a rebellious teenagee with a dream well beyond her years. But clouded by fear she made horrifying decisions. Yet you loved her dearly and woild stick with her to the end.

When Bucky came to the fight, Karli just wasn't herself anymore. She wanted rafical change. Immediately. And would do anything to see it happened. When her plan to kill the council members failed, she knew she screwed up. So she did the next best thing. Run and hide. Grabbing your hand, she rushed over to an abandoned building with the last 3 members of your group. The group decided split up, the other three running in another direction than you guys.

Karli pulled you through a labyrinth of doors and hallways, trying to get out without being captured. Just your luck that you ran into the powerbroker herself.

"Drop your weapon, Karli. I said drop it." Sharons smooth voice cut through the silence.

Karli boldly spkoe up. "I’m disappointed in you."

"That’s what I was gonna say. You know, when you came to Madripoor, you reminded me of a young me. I took you in, gave you an opportunity, and you betrayed me."

Yoy knew Sharon was trying to manioylate her. Standing in front if Karli, you said, "Because you wanted to control a world that hurt you. But we wanted to change it. We're not interested in power or an empire. We have bigger dreams."

"What, like this? Come back and work for me again. All of you. We can make a difference together."

"You just want me because you need your muscle back. Without us Super Soldiers, how much power does the Power Broker really have?"

"More than you."

There was a slight shuffling of feet before bartoc came into view. You realised sharon had been spying on you the whole time.

Heated words exchanged between Sharon and Bartoc and you couldnt but feel a great sense of unrest. You looked over at Karli with worry, praying that she didnt get caught in the crossfire. A lound bang reeled you back into reality as you saw bartoc falling to the ground, sharon wheezing and Sam entering simultaneously. Karli had a horrorified expression on her face.

Sam tried reasoning with her but Karli was too wallowed in self pity to accept help. Out if the corner of your eye you noticed the power broker get up. Soon the two of you were fighting. Even wounded, sharon could put up a good fight and since you werent a super soldier , she had an advantage of strengeth.

You tried pleading to the caring side of Sharon but to no avail. She kicked you onto a pillar which dazzed you momenrarily. In that split second she got out her gun and another loud bang echoed through the tunnels.

"NO"

It was as if all the life ran out of you. Ignoring your throbing head and wounded leg, you stumled over to the wheezing body of your girlfriend. Your eyes ran over her body and saw the scarlet liquid oozing out of her abdomen. Pressing a hand firmly , you tried to stop the flow but karli resisted.

"Honey. Look at me. Its gonna be ok. Its ok. " she managed to choke out.

"No. Plaease Kar, you cant leave me like this. I can help you. Sam please help her. I'll do anything. I'll surrender. Please. Just help her."

"No Sam. Dont." She pleaded. Looking over at you, with remorse, she continued, "Its okay love. Im finally going to be ftee. I love you. I love you so much..Im sorry i coulnt get us our world. Im sorry for everything" she says the last line to Sam before closing her almond eyes forever.

Tears stream down you face as you gently hod the body of the loce of your life in your hands and rock her gently. You lost everything. Your heartbroken sobs run through the tunnels. You cant believe you've lost Karli forever.

You knew Sam would try his best to do justice to Karli and her ideas. A part of him believed in her. One world. One people.

But for you, that slogan lost its meaning. You lost your world and also lost a part of yourself with it. You now lived in a shattered world.

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[shhh-no-ones-home]

liar, liar (1/2) bucky barnes x reader

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part 1 part 2

(ft sam wilson)

backstory - she can see the future (or versions of it) through dreams and visions; she can see someone's past and memories by touching them; and she can stop peoples actions with her mind. sam introduced her to bucky without knowing about her powers and they started dating. (OC superhero name: Arcana)

song: bruised and bloodied by seether

ps this song slaps and so does the album and god i just really love seether. okay im done now lol

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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when i woke up i sighed, feeling the bed next to me empty again. this was the third time this week that Bucky had woken up way before me and left before i even got to tell him good morning. it was starting to put a damper on my mood but i wasn't about to let him know that.

i shook my head, digging it deep into my pillow before sitting up and rubbing my face. when i opened my eyes back up they grew wider. Bucky was standing in the doorway with a half smile on his face and two mugs in his hands.

"hey."

he said quietly, not making a move yet.

"hey."

i said back, a little more chipper than i was expecting. i think the same went for him.

"coffee?"

i nodded, smiling back at him

"just the way you like it."

he said as he sat on the side of the bed in front of me.

"whats the special occasion?"

i asked before taking a sip, looking up at him over the top of the mug. he just shook his head.

"no special occasion."

i sent him a look as i lowered the mug.

"youre a terrible liar, you know that?"

he laughed a little bit.

"youd think id be better at it by now but i guess thats why they always kept my mouth shut."

i sent him a look.

"so?"

he huffed a breath deep out his nose.

"sam called."

i shook my head.

"no."

"come on y/n."

"buck you hate fighting-"

"and what would i do if he got hurt?!"

i sighed, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"damn you for being so caring."

i said sternly and he cracked a half smile.

"damn you for sticking around."

he quipped back and i laughed.

"when does he need us?"

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i looked over his face as he stared at the floor. his jaw tightened and i could tell he didn't want to do this. he had done enough already.

"hey,"

i said softly, touching his face and turning him to look at me. he looked sad. or maybe it was disappointment.

"you know you don't have to do this right?"

i asked and his face changed again. maybe it was regret. he tried to avoid my gaze again but i side stepped him.

"hey, look at me. you dont have to do this. youre getting better, you are a good man."

i reassured. he nodded slowly, glancing over my face.

"i should've listened to you this morning."

i snorted.

"ive been telling you for a while that you should listen to me more but some how we always end up here."

i joked and he sent me a look.

"you two ready?"

Sam asked as he came up behind us and Bucky nodded. i frowned but nodded too anyways.

"they're coming in on the southside, so be ready."

he said, looking between us. then there was a clattering above us, making the three of us look up. in came a few men, descending from the ceiling in full tactile gear.

"god damnit john."

i said annoyed, turning to see him coming through the door looking all high and mighty.

"i heard you could use some back up."

he said and i rolled my eyes. i could tell buck and sam were just as surprised and annoyed.

"why is it that we can never do anything without you showing up?"

i asked and a smug look crossed his face.

"we do this bigger and better than you. and you arent exactly discreet. metal arm, jet pack, spandex; kinda stands out in a crowd."

"dont forget i can see your future john."

i seethed and he laughed.

"right, Arcana, i almost forgot."

Bucky touched my hip lightly.

"easy. we've still got time."

i looked to him and bit my tongue.

"we dont need your help."

i assured but he just ignored me. then a loud bang sounded from the south side.

"shit."

i mumbled under my breath, taking off in that direction after sam and bucky.

"hey hey hey."

bucky said, pushing me behind him. i frowned and a vision hit me.

"get down!"

i yelled, grabbing him and sam to pull them back as another bomb went off. the three of us fell to the ground, looking up as johns team made their way outside.

"your killing your team john!"

i yelled as he passed us too. another loud sound went off but this time it was something different. i closed my eyes as bullets rang through the air. i could see all of it flashing through my mind. then i reached out and grabbed buckys arm. i had seen him run after them and get shot and there was no way i was letting that happen.

"y/n, theyre gonna die, we have to do something."

then i looked at him.

"you stay here."

i demanded, standing and walking outside. there were many soldiers on the ground already, the few that were left were pointing guns at the so-called attackers, john was holding a gun to the leader. i had seen this, neither of them was a winner. i closed my eyes again and breathed deeply, holding all of them still. a second thought and their guns were to the ground, fists at their sides. when i opened my eyes they were all looking around confused. then i heard a gunshot, looking around just as confused.

"y/n!"

i heard from behind me, buckys arms hitting my back as i slouched into him, watching john shoot the leader between the eyes.

"hey, listen, stay with me."

bucky bargained, sam running up and standing over him as helped me slowly to the ground.

"didnt see that one coming."

i groaned as he pressed his flesh hand into the hole in my side.

"youre gonna be okay, okay? just stay with me."

i nodded.

"im sorry. i thought i could help them."

i said a little breathy, tears visibly appearing behind his eyes as he picked me up. i hissed at the sudden movement.

"you did help them."

i held my side, trying to breathe deeply.

"get her out of here."

sam said. i could feel bucky beginning to run as i closed my eyes, feeling the rain hit my face as the thunder rolled.

"please dont leave me."

he whispered.

"im not going anywhere."

i managed, rolling my head against his chest. the next thing i knew i was being placed on a bed and there were doctors surrounding me.

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when i woke up again there was a beeping running through my ears. i felt completely out of my mind as i blinked slowly. it was like visions were coming to me in fast moving pictures unlike anything ive ever experienced.

"bucky."

i whined, scared, as i rolled my head back and forth.

"im here."

he said through a sniffle, taking my hand in his. i squeezed my eyes shut tightly as i saw our first date play out behind my eyes. it made me smile, seeing him fumble through his words as sam laughed at him. i blinked again before looking over at him. he looked like he had been crying for a while and i couldnt help feeling guilty for making him feel that way.

"dont look at me like that."

he said.

"like what?"

i asked innocently as he wiped his face.

"like you pity me."

i squeezed his hand.

"i have never in my life pitied you James Buchanan Barnes, and i dont intend on starting any time soon."

i wheezed out, coughing at the end. he let out a shaky breath.

"then why does it feel like it."

he managed and i ran my thumb over his hand.

"im sorry."

i said and he looked at me confused.

"for what?"

i cleared my throat.

"for hurting you."

he shook his head quickly.

"this isnt your fault. you couldnt have known john was going to shoot you. if anything this is on him."

"ill be sure to bill him."

i said through a laugh before groaning and placing my hand over the wound. then there was  a knock at the door. it was sam.

"how are we doing in here?"

he asked lightly and i smiled at him, reaching out to him with the hand bucky wasnt holding.

"im all aces."

i said as he leaned down and hugged me as best as he could.

"im glad to see youre okay."

i nodded slowly.

"did you finish the mission?"

he hung his head low.

"the majority of the group got away. but we'll get em next time."

i sighed.

"dont do anything stupid without me."

i said with a wink and he laughed.

"its a little late for that id say."

he nodded towards me and i sent him a look.

"oh believe me, he shows up again ill give him something he wont forget."

"is that a promise?"

bucky piped up and i laughed, groaning after.

"you bet your ass it is."

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

hehe glad i could make you laugh, oooh that sounds awesome! yeah id love to be tagged it sounds great :)

YES the differences are so fucking weird. like, they do know they're the same age right? i feel like its just an exagguration of how much the persons role in the group matters, like we see chan being held up as such a mature, old leader while jungkook who is literally the same age, is still babied etc. like enha hyung line is basically the same age (if a bit younger) as chenle and jisung but somehow the rules are different?? as you point out, still legal but still bizarre. hehe yeah, i mean where else are we going to rant? quora lol. mmm, hopefully more people can just write less smut abt people who are barely adults

ah, no prob it didnt take long. yeah i think thats right (i keep forgetting you know my url lol) mmhmm :( i think if that happened irl there would be some major trauma going on. knock wood it never happens to you or me lol (/hj)

hehe same! oooh glad Redemption For Cheese was realised! yess we cant rllycomplain that theyve written/produced too much good music lol. yeah, ive dragged him into being a stay so *dusts hands off* mission accomplished. mmm yeah, they tend to have a certain vibe but tbh it couldve worked if they were any other group but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ahh ur one step ahead of me on the stages of listening to ssick i think, still not convinced but thats okay! hehe, it had to be said. yesss the itch in the back of my brain is very satisfied by sorry i love you, felixs vocals deserve to be appreciated! (side note i feel like hes trying to sing more like his speaking voice, sorta husky, but tbh i wouldnt be mad if he sang like in glow, his sweet honey vocals made my life lol. but i think ive heard him say he doesnt like singing like that cos it makes his normal voice less husky, so what can you do)

> YES SOMEONE SAID IT. seungmin rap KING, he sped thru that rap like it was nothing, he deserves more rap lines. i do like how they gave minho some melodic rap lines this comeback, my guy deserved to show off those skills that made him not be eliminated (flashbacks to stay collectively wanting to murder jyp) and we already know changbin can sing, my man murdered masked singer. hyunjin can obviously sing as can jisung and felix, and i want to hear chan rap more! i feel like he started as part of 3racha (as a rap unit not producing) and then just became a vocalist (which im fine with, but it could be nice to hear him flex his rapping skills) and was partially replaced by hyunjin. anywayyy

back to album talk. lmaooo sad music to twerk to PERFECTLY describes silent cry. yes secret secret is and will always be, a masterpiece. hehe glad i could make you laugh :) i just felt like they have similar vibes. putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised. oh my beloved track, red lights. ahh thats okay, we can have different opinions, but by god the lyrics are *chefs kiss*. *banging on table* TWISTED AU TWISTED AU TWISTED AU. yess id love to see ur take on it! sdfghjkl it would have been glorious

no no! not stupid, just able to predict my brainwaves. ooooh thats so cool! makes me want to go there (wherever there is lol) yeah the waves are pretty good here, but none of my familys a surfer, so we dont rlly enjoy the full potential lol. YES moving on to gone away, it is indeed a heartwrenching track, but the vocals and the bloody key change? makes me want to brave being sad just to listen to it. mmm yeah, good point :( i feel like ive just gotten used to overthinking so much so that it doesnt matter what mood im in, ill do it anyway, so might as well just do what i feel like doing anyway.

yeah i think ur right! it is quite comforting knowing that all the tracks will get the love they deserve. i feel like also people assume kpop is just one genre which is utter bs. there are so many different vibes and feels and songs, i couldnt get into kpop (of which i thought only the bright cheerful present day bts stuff existed smh) until i heard gods menu so... idk where i was going with this but yeah. :)

YES FUCK YG, theyre literally on the brink of being kicked out of the big three and they are holding their salvation hostage without letting them do ANYTHING. idek what thought process goes thru their minds but arghhh its so infuriating. yess lisa's cb will be awesome but ot4 is the gold standard here.

hehe, glad u could get to this point. no no! u dont sound like a cult member at all lol yeah, i loooove some of their songs but the whole 23 members thing is getting to me. thats prob a common problem with nctzens but what can i say? im a simple girl with a limit to how many korean boys i can give my money to. atm im just trying to get into ateez and finish memorising enhypen's faces. also kard is kinda sucking me into their fandom atm, as well as eric name lol. ah what can you do? ooh thats good!

hehe i love it too! its exactly like online penpals, that was rlly well put. aww ty! hmm im okay, recovering from a bad case of rsv so thats fun. im doing okay mentally, starting therapy soon (after having to convince my mother that its not just smth i can brush off). physically i wont go into, basically i should be doing stretches to help but they dont completely fix it so my lazy ass doesnt do them, plus i got told recently im going to be stuck with this condition for the rest of my life so thats fun! ah, before you type smth dw abt me ill be fine. the weather atm is cloudy but warm, its been raining on and off today which is good for the garden. uhh i just finished reading sunburnt veils and im in the middle of prom theory which is rlly good. ummm ive got a concert tonight? that i may or may not be able to sing in (bc of the whole rsv thingo) and uhhhh idk. my dog is cute? im drinking tea rn? ive got a school dance coming up?

wbu? hows ur day going, how are you? whats the weather like on ur end? done anything interesting lately? found smth that makes you rlly happy? just any random thing youve been dying to tell someone?

no no! dont apologise, i love these exchanges. i think im happy to continue them for a long time :) on the other hand, if you get tired of them, feel free to just not answer at any time. goodness gracious this was a long ask haha hope it isnt too annoying

<3 w.a. 🐺

sorry it took me a bit to reply, i was fixing my theme ;n;

yeah, i figured it was because of the roles too. my friends and i still get taken aback when 3rd gen idols are the same age as 4th gen ones. in my head it doesn't add up sometimes. PLS THE RANT AT QUORA SKJDK tbh tho it's just going to be normalized as the years pass? esp that the boys are growing older and the amount of explicit fics will just increase. i might have to start blocking tags.

i had to look up the previous ask to remember what we were talking about xd i hope the events in champagne problems never happens to anyone. realistically, it probably happens a lot. damn i really won't wish that pain on anyone. dragging your brother into being a stay i whEEZED JFKSA additional noeasy music enthusiast o.o and ALL I CAN SAY WITH YOU GUSHING ABT FELIX IS AHA WHIPPEEEED OML can't blame you tho, i also want to hear felix sing more in other shades (if that makes sense HAHA) i really hope they'll do the role exchange in the next comeback :( or like in the near future bc i know they can do it :( the day i hear seungmin rapping it i will respectfully pass away. minho was given more lines this comeback thank fUCK i could rmb my irl being vocal abt her frustration. i don't get why minho barely has center time/lines in title tracks??? like the line distribution in the past eras just made me ???? if seventeen can balance lines with 13 members why cant a group of 8 do the same? moving on. i haven't watched the stray kids show simply bc i don't want to cry HAJS but i've seen clips. imagine if skz debuted without minho and felix?!?!? i rmb another irl catching bias feels towards changbin bc of the masked singer only to find out that the man's a rapper. i love how skz's vocals were highlighted this comeback :c there were a lot of mellow tracks! i find it cute when chan sings/raps bc it gets kinda obvious that he's a foreigner? the accent (im not even sure if it's the accent) it just shows. "putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised." CORRECT.

abt the twisted au o.O i'll inquire my irl if she wants to write it or not. if she doesn't want to, i'll do it. i miss writing twisted aus <3___<3 and i also miss going to the beach with my friends :' ) but it's starting to get cold here and i don't think i'll be able to enjoy the beach as much as i would if i went beaching in the summer. so maybe next summer? gone away really has an sm-ballad vibe. the thing about skz being a self-producing group, their songs don't sound like typical jype songs? and i just appreciate that bc in all honesty im not a fan of jyp groups at all. PLS the overthinking. i wish i could mute overthinking.

anyone who assumes kpop is just one genre obv hasn't listened to a single track. if kpop was just one genre why do i like some tracks more than the others??? oh you've only recently become a kpop stan? tbh im not a fan of the bright songs of bts either. i liked their older ones *chefs kiss* really matched high school vibes. yg has good artists and they're just wasting the talent ~.~ that strategy they have will get tiring eventually. people will stop waiting on blackpink and move on to newer more active groups ://

HAHAHAH yeah the 23 members is pretty overwhelming! it was the reason i didn't bother stanning before quarantine started. i don't regret stanning tho, met my ult bias in that group <3___<3 i don't really purchase albums unless i like the tracks xd ohhh getting into ateez just in time for the comeback! let me know what you think about them! i was fond of them at some point but grew out of it. good luck with memorizing enhypen! it took me a while to distinguish to people there XD i haven't checked out kard yet but chan plays their songs during lives and they're sexc hype music me likey *u*

i had to look up rsv im sorry. i'm glad you're recovering! please rest more and don't stress yourself out. bro i wish i could go to therapy too bc i have weird issues i can't justify and i need a professional to tell me what's the reason behind it. stuck with what condition btw? what happened? i'm sorry in case i just forgot. yesterday was a bit rainy for me too :(( it's not the type of rainy that makes me anxious so B) oh concert! good luck and i hope you'll be able to sing but i also don't think it's best for you rn :c what's your dog's breed? and yes i just finished drinking tea too. AAAAA i miss school dances :(( the last one i was supposed to have was cancelled bc of covid.

i was less productive today and i'm teetering between being mentally stable and becoming a hermit again. i'm anxious with a lot of things atm so like : D not the best state. today it was a bit sunny but not hot hot which was nice. i changed my theme today bc i couldn't wait for sept. 1st. and no i haven't found anything that makes me happy HAHAHA shit like that's hard to identify. don't have anything to say too, i'm just thinking about why i'm procrastinating too much atm T_T and i'm listening to this rap song atm and one of the rappers sounded like han.

it isn't annoying! i enjoy the long exchanges but i do admit it takes me awhile to type down a reply. so if i get more busy, it'll prolly take a bit longer for me to reply.

[dontasktheradiodemon]

I Love You (3/14/2021)

Buddy I don’t even need to summarize this thread, I can just tag it with tropes like it’s a fic, here watch me go: #angst #hurt/comfort #anguished declarations of love #tw depression #tw suicidal ideation

Immediate sequel to this thread but reading it is optional. Basically, it’s nearly impossible to spend very long in Hell without developing a guilt complex and fantasizing about whether it’d be better to stop being; Alastor and Telly @usedhearts open up to each other about theirs.

Frankly it’s a startling display of mutual emotional vulnerability and I’m proud of them both.

Sir Pentious

whenever he came back from that, what did he do

cause it said he went right to telly so 👀

Alastor

Initially? Probably just tracked him down in whatever he was currently doing and went “can I hold you”

Sorta, holding it together by a thread barely

Sir Pentious

telly probably noticed but just 'yes' and let him Hold Him no matter how grimy he was at the time

Alastor

And he’ll be content with that for about three minutes before that one thread starts fraying and he goes “... can you hold me”

Sir Pentious

thats all it takes for him to coil around alastor and hold him Tight

Alastor

Curls up tight in him and sobs on his shoulder.

Sir Pentious

telly just holds him TIGHTER

makes little comforting/soothing sounds

he doesnt know why he's upset but he will be there for him

Alastor

They’re just both gonna be grimy and that’s Fine.

Sir Pentious

so very grimy

they can take baths later

Alastor

When he’s finally capable of attempting coherent speech again the first thing he’s gonna get out is “I never, ever, ever want to leave you.”

Sir Pentious

telly just takes his face in one hand and cradles it so gently and just 'ok, alright, you don't have to.'

give him a kiss

forehead kiss bc he's probably snotty

Alastor

He’s definitely snotty. He’s full on ugly sobbing.

Sir Pentious

oh hes probably not smiling huh

i think thats probably the first time telly sees that

Alastor

NOPE, he lost that sometime while he was hiding in Telly’s shoulder.

First time Telly’s seen him with the mask off

Sir Pentious

god thats got him WORRIED and he just HUGS HIM AGAIN NICE AND TIGHT AND COILED

telly: ive got you. ive got you, im here, it's alright...

Alastor

He’s just gonna keep clinging as hard as he can, he got out One sentence and now he’s sobbing too hard to talk again.

It’s a lot of radio static and feedback noise

Sir Pentious

telly is just going to KEEP HOLDING HIM god himself couldnt pry this snake off this deer and would get bitten and injected with venom for trying

Alastor

He’ll gradually stop sobbing and the shaking will decrease to shivering

Sir Pentious

telly's just going to hold him through it all, pet his hair, massage at the base of his ears, everything he can do to soothe him

Alastor

Mumbles his gratitude and an apology for interrupting telly’s work

Sir Pentious

telly: no no don't apologize. i love you and i want to be here for you. my work will still be there. id much rather know that you're alright and have it be interrupted than you be upset or hurting and you not come to me for fear of interrupting me.

Alastor

Mumble mumble he could have handled it himself

Sir Pentious

telly: i don't _want_ you to have to handle it yourself. i'm here for you, alastor. i want you to know that you can come to me whenever you need me and i'll be here.

Alastor

Tries to say three different things but chokes on them all and just wheezes out another thanks.

Sir Pentious

he just gets a squeeze and a kiss to the nearest him surface

Alastor

He keeps holding on until he can get a small, tired smile fixed back on his face, and then he pulls back to say “Thanks” again.

Sir Pentious

he gets another forehead kiss and then telly gonna lead him to the bathroom and they are taking a BATH they are now both covered in grim AND snot

Alastor

You know, that’s fair. Bath time. Strips down to boxers, climbs in with Telly, and Clings again. ... and sorry about Telly’s clothes, he’ll clean them before the snot fossilizes

Sir Pentious

Those were his dirty work clothes, it's fine, the Eggs will wash them. But it is BATHTIME, and they are both getting a scrubbing. Moreso Telly than Alastor tho.

Alastor

... can Alastor get a scrubbing too

Sir Pentious

Absolutely!

A softer scrubbing than Telly gets

Alastor

He’s going all jelly-eyed again. It’s ok he’s fine.

Sir Pentious

He gets a nice wash cloth and a nice gently scented soap, and a boyfriend to hum to him as he kinda reverently cleans him.

Alastor

He gets self-conscious SO fast, he’s gonna hold his breath and slide under the water. It’s fine he’s fine

Sir Pentious

Telly just smiles and giggles bc that's cute, you're cute Alastor. Probably wraps his tail tip around Alastor's ankle to gently and playfully tug him thru the water.

Alastor

!!! Grabs Telly’s wrists to pull him down into the water.

Sir Pentious

Now they're both underwater!! Gonna tussle with a sea serpent in his natural element, huh, Alastor!! Play time, silly mode ACTIVATED

Alastor

GOOD he’s ready to wrestle. He’s trying not to laugh, he doesn’t want to inhale water.

Sir Pentious

Time to PLAY and WRASSLE!!

Tumbling and splashing and a big grinning snake!!

Alastor

Alastor’s got a surefire way to win this wrestling match! He’s gonna GRAPPLE THE SNAKE COMPLETELY. ... basically he’s just hugging him. Hi.

Sir Pentious

Grapple the snake and the snake grapples back. Now you're wrapped in a tail Alastor, and getting a mermaid kiss.

Alastor

Oh no, what shall he do. This definitely wasn’t his plan. Totally wasn’t. Not at all. Nope.

Sir Pentious

Kiss kiss fall in love, and he's rising up out of the water, because he wants that mouth OPEN for TONGUE.

Alastor

When they get out of the water, Alastor breaks the kiss—sorry, not going for tongue this time

Sir Pentious

Telly blinks and just brief pouting, but holds him close all the same. Kisses cheek instead.

Alastor

“Sorry. Just... tired.” Considering he sobbed about half the liquid out of his body earlier,

Sir Pentious

Wipes the wet hair off his forehead and then kisses it. "That's fine. Come on then, lets get out and dry off. Would you like a snack before bed?"

Alastor

“I need a drink. Not a drink-drink, just a drink. Fluids.”

Sir Pentious

"Of course. I'll get you some water, once we dry off."

Alastor

A nod. He’s still in a quiet mood.

Sir Pentious

Telly gonna carry him out of the bath and set him on a rug. Get towel and start drying him

Alastor gets dried first because Telly Must Care For Him.

Alastor

He puts up a token struggle against this but okay as long as he goes next.

Sir Pentious

He will. Alastor gets handed a Towel and offered his pick of head or tail.

Alastor

Head this time.

Sir Pentious

He Offers Himself on Alastor's drying alter.

Alastor

Alastor Shall Dry This Offering. And while he does he says hesitatingly, “You don’t have to ask if you don’t want to. But you can if you want.” Because it’s been weighing heavily on him as Really Fucking Weird that he just unloaded a hurricane on Telly’s nice jacket and at no point did Telly ask what that was all about

Sir Pentious

He considers it and shrugs a little. "That depends: Do you want to tell me, or would you rather not tonight?"

Alastor

He has to think about it a moment. “I think you should know.”

Sir Pentious

"Alright. Then tell me."

Alastor

Thinks about it; but then just keeps drying.

Sir Pentious

Telly just looks up at him and blinks. "Well?"

Alastor

Stops drying again. “You’re sure?” Listen, this is hard to share,

Sir Pentious

"Yes. If it had you that upset and you say that I _should_ know, then I would like to know."

Alastor

He shouldn’t have said that. He wraps the towel around Telly, hugs him, and sighs. Okay.

Sir Pentious

He's just going to lay there on the rug with Alastor, and the towel wrapped around him. And state with his big ole eyes.

Alastor

No... Not the big ole eyes... That makes this harder. He’s gotta look away. “I... don’t want to be... here.” YEAH ALASTOR GREAT START, SUPER CLEAR, RADIO HOST OF THE YEAR

Sir Pentious

A very confused furrowed brow. "Meaning what?"

Alastor

“In Hell. In—existence.” He swallows hard. “Hell wears you down. It—rubs your soul raw. It sandpapers you off a bit at a time. And I’m—I’m tired.”

Sir Pentious

A soft, concerned look and a hand cupping his face. "Oh, love...I can understand that feeling. I'm...I'm tired too. It is very tiring. Before I met Hel, I'd been close to giving up entirely. And then before I met you, I'd been ready to check myself into that hotel, just to see if it was possible. Something to change the tedium...."

Alastor

“I spend so much of my time going on walks. I don’t have anything else to do but go on walks.” He covers Telly’s hand with his own so he can press into it and shuts his eyes. “Almost every year, I wonder whether this is going to be the year that I decide to go for a walk when the angels come.”

Sir Pentious

And his heart clenches so tightly in his chest. "Don't." The word is soft and unbidden, desperate.

"There have been many a year where I've felt the same...where I thought it would be better to just end it. But I didn't. Mostly out of spite, but that can only get you so far. I like having love to live for better. Or exist for. Neither of us are living." A dry, bitter, short chuckle.

Alastor

His heart skips a beat at the word, so pronounced he flinches at the odd th-thump. Still not used to those. “I won’t. *I never want to leave you.*” He pulls Telly close. “And you’ll stay here?”

Sir Pentious

"I will." It's a promise, a swear, and he can't help but sit up to kiss him, at least once. "Don't leave me and I'll stay here, too."

Alastor

Alastor returns the kiss; it’s not a formal pact with magic and all, but it feels like one. “Then we’ll both stay.” He presses his forehead to Telly’s, eyes still shut. “It’s... heavy, though.”

Sir Pentious

"I know. Damn it, do I _know_. Humans like us, we weren't meant to be eternal. It _fucks_ with us, especially knowing that we've already died. But you have me now. And I have you. And if we share our loads, it won't seem as heavy." He may be crying, just a bit, and luckily only from the face eyes.

Alastor

“Knowing we’ve died—and knowing we aren’t *worth* eternity. I know I’m not. I know Hell is a punishment, but—sometimes it feels so *generous.*”

But he nods, slightly, with their heads still together. “But—I have you and you have me. And good God, am I glad I do.”

Sir Pentious

"I understand. I know exactly what you mean." Sighs and wraps his arms around him.

"I'm glad to have you too. I...I love you." A small kiss.

Alastor

"I love you, too." And it hurts like hellfire to say. It's the thing keeping him chained here, and it's also such a part of the reason why Hell hurts at all.

He presses his face to Telly's shoulder; this time, at least, his crying is quiet.

Sir Pentious

His breath catches and the tears come again, more freely. He can feel the eyes on his tail beginning to leak as well, can't control it in the moment. Telly's arms wrap more tightly around Alastor, and one of his hands moves up to stroke and card through his hair. He squeezes his eyes (on his face) shut again, he shakes with quiet sobs, holding Alastor to him as if everything depended on keeping him close.

Alastor

He holds Telly just as tightly, an arm around his back and an arm around his shoulders. Guilt twists in him at being the one to make Telly cry; but Alastor’s not crying hard, this time around he can support Telly through his sobbing.

Sir Pentious

They're not hard sobs, instead soft little things, hiccups more like, and along with them comes a soft chorus of "Love you, love you, love you." The amount of emotions that are roiling around inside of him, who knows if the crying is sadness, happiness, or something else. But there is an overabundance and he is letting it out.

Alastor

And Alastor will keep supporting him until it’s all out, the same way Telly did earlier. He briefly lowers one hand to Telly’s tail and gently tugs, encouraging him to coil around Alastor if he wants. He can deal with a dozen eyes crying on him.

Sir Pentious

The tail barely needs any encouragement, it is up and coiling in an instant, squeezing Alastor's lower half. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely very tight. Telly doesn't take too long to calm, the tears stopping and his breathing evening out. Then he's just breathing deeply against Alastor, still holding him tight, but with less desperation.

Alastor

Alastor rubs Telly’s back as the tears slowly stop coming. Once Telly’s breathing has steadied, Alastor murmurs, “How do you feel?”

Sir Pentious

"I'm not sure. I'm happy, but tired, and sad that you felt so tired, too."

Alastor

“I don’t want you to be sad on my behalf.” He sighs quietly. “But if there’s happiness in there too...”

Sir Pentious

"I can't help it, I love you, and knowing that you hurt, it hurts me too. But that's not to say 'don't tell me when you're hurting' because I _want_ to know. So that I can help if I can. Or just hold you, if that's what you need. But I'm happy because you love me, and you're here with me, and we can help each other. And that is what's most important, more than anything." A soft sigh in return, and a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

Alastor

“That’s the worst part of this whole thing, isn’t it? We’ve got to carry each other’s pain on top of our own—and then we feel guilty for paining each other.” Alastor laughs ruefully. “But I’m here for you. For whatever damage control we can do.” He returns the kiss.

Sir Pentious

"It's quite something: you want your love to not hurt, but then your hurt hurts them, and they don't want you to hurt, but their hurt hurts you, and it's just another fucking ouroboros." He laughs, a bit of a hysterical tinge to it. "But I'll endure it. For you."

Alastor

“I’ve always thought there was something beautiful in the image of devouring oneself alive.” There wasn’t anything beautiful in *this,* but maybe he could find it. “I will, too. As long as I give you more happiness than unhappiness.”

Sir Pentious

Telly pulls back just a tad, enough to see Alastor's face. He cups it and kisses him, pressing their foreheads together again. "You already have."

Alastor

“Make sure I keep it up.” He cupped Telly’s face as well, running his thumbs over his cheeks. “We’ve only just gotten started, and there’s a long eternity ahead of us.”

Sir Pentious

"I will. I hold you to that." A bit of a smirk, and he's uncoiling, and grabbing the towel again. "I'm mostly dry but still a little damp. Let's finish up and get some water, _I'm_ thirsty now too."

Alastor

Huff. “*Right.* Of course.” He retrieves the towel he’d wrapped around Telly’s shoulders and helps, taking special care with the tear streaks around his many eyes. “We can try out another one of your herbal teas, see if this’ll be the one I like. I can whip up something or other to go with it.”

Sir Pentious

Telly smiles and finishes drying, before taking Alastor's hand. He kisses it and then wraps it around his arm to start slithering towards the kitchen. "Anything in particular you want to try tonight? Or should I just try and pick something that I think you'll perhaps like?"

Alastor

“Whatever you want. It still all tastes like fruity tea to me.” He laughs self-consciously. “I’ll get there.”

Sir Pentious

"Maybe something with some citrus? For a zest? I have a few mixes like that." They are now in the kitchen and Telly's going to get the kettle on and then dig around for the teas.

Alastor

“Sure, I could use some zest.” He starts rummaging around to see what he can make that goes with something citrusy. He’s got this place pretty well outfitted by now, if he says so himself.

Sir Pentious

"Alright, I have a green tea with orange, clove, and ginger. It's very tasty, has a good bite." He hummed as he got out the clear pot that he'd used before, and two cups.

Alastor

Green tea, what goes with green tea? He’s got no idea what goes with green tea. He can slap together some tea sandwiches that go with orange, clove, and ginger, though. “How does chicken sound?” And perhaps a more important question: “When did you last eat?”

Sir Pentious

Cue him pausing as his brain starts to work, trying to remember. "Ahhh...this morning? Breakfast, yes, I think that was when." Oh look how concentrated he is on pouring the water into the pot he is now.

Alastor

Maybe something a bit more substantial than a rinkydink tea sandwich, then. “Would you say that tea’s more clove-y or ginger-y?

Sir Pentious

He lifts the dried tea to his mouth to blelele and hums. "More clove-y."

Alastor

“Then let’s make that beef instead of chicken. Compliments it better without having to toss in a dozen other spices—and we don’t want to overpower the tea, do we...” He presumes they don’t want to, anyway. He checks the fridge to see what they’ve got on hand. Watch out, he’s switching into Cooking Mode.

Sir Pentious

Telly loves when he switches into cooking mode. He's just going to move the cups and the pot to the table and then settle in to watch.

Alastor

Okay, keep it simple—he grabbed some roast beef, onions, watercress, mayo, and some odds and ends to mix into the mayo that will *hopefully* compliment the tea, passing each ingredient one by one to his shadow to find a place for on the counter. Alastor swoops by Telly to give him a quick squeezing hug on his way to start prepping sandwiches—maybe a slightly longer hug. Maybe he’ll linger here a moment.

Sir Pentious

Oh! A hug, yes, a hug is good. Get that snake purring like an engine. He's very tempted to coil but he won't, he's getting hungry just watching.

Alastor

Okay, no, no getting emotional. Twice in one day is enough. He’s got fancy mayo to prepare. He lets go and hurries to the counter. “So. What’s... What were you working on earlier?” Don’t mind if his voice is a little rough, it’s fine.

Sir Pentious

"Oh, just more repairs. Installing new parts and making some delicate calibrations that the Eggs can't handle." He's watching Alastor and not even paying attention to the tea, that's gonna seep for a good while.

Alastor

“I ought to take an evening or two to help out with repairs.” He’s talking as much to himself as to Telly. “I keep coming over and *watching,* there’s no reason I can’t pick up a wrench or screwdriver and pitch in.”

Sir Pentious

"I'd love for you to help, I can get instruct you what to do just fine, I know how capable you are." A smile, and then he's re-noticing the tea and pouring a cup. Adds a little honey for sweetness and takes a satisfied sip.

Alastor

He passes over the first sandwich. “If it goes horribly with the tea: I’m sorry, forgive me, I did my best, it’s not my fault.”

Sir Pentious

Telly laughs. "I'm sure it will be fine, Alastor." He takes the sandwich and bites, and then takes a sip of tea, and then makes a very surprised and delighted noise. "Oh, that tastes wonderful."

Alastor

“Good!” He finishes his own, takes a bite—good—and pours some tea for himself to try—well, it still tastes like tea, but like, at least a tea that pairs well with the sandwich. “The good news is I think I’m starting to differentiate the taste of green tea from other teas.”

Sir Pentious

A smile. "Good! I'm glad. Maybe you're acquiring the taste for tea, at least a bit." A wink, and then he's back to eating. He finishes it far, far too fast-- Telly really does just inhale his food when propriety isn't a factor-- and then he's just sipping his tea. His tail slides over to curl around Alastor's calf.

Alastor

Alastor's taken two bites. He pauses before the third. "... Do you want another sandwich?"

Sir Pentious

Oh, shy snake look, and then a little nod. "Yes, please." And his tail retracts to let Alastor move.

Alastor

He waves his shadow over to do it and nudges Telly's tail with his foot. He's staying put.

Sir Pentious

Oh! Good, the tail is curling back around and holding him, and he smiles just so fond and bright. And another sip of tea.

Alastor

Alastor returns the smile—it still looks tired, but it’s just a little warmer when he meets Telly’s gaze. “I’m sorry I threw you off your schedule today.” Such as it was; Alastor was getting the distinct impression that Telly’s schedule was *however much I can get done today in as many hours as I can keep working.* “I’ll help you get back on track. And next time it’s your turn to have an emotional breakdown, all right?”

Sir Pentious

He laughs softly, and reaches over to take Alastor's hand, thumb stroking gently. "Alright, but you have to mop up after." A snicker.

Alastor

Alastor squeezed Telly’s hand. “It’s a deal.”

Sir Pentious

He hums and takes another sip of his tea, not letting go of Alastor's hand. "Is my other sandwich done?"

Alastor

Alastor glances over.

His shadow is just, sorta, standing there, awkwardly, holding a sandwich, watching this tender moment. Heyyy.

Alastor gestures. Go on, put the man’s sandwich down.

Sir Pentious

And he is devouring the sandwich, very happily. A contented snake.

Alastor

Well, for all Alastor’s flaws, at least he can help keep one snake fed—and that’s something, isn’t it? He continues eating his own sandwich. It’s a little awkward with one hand, but right now nothing could make him let go of Telly.

[bettersafethandicks]

oh gross this got out of hand i guess ill throw it in the tag im not editing it though sorry

oh to be a stupid little researcher on a team hired by the crimson raiders , oh to be attacked by the cov, to be trapped in a little outpost shack when you hear the commotion, to reach for the pistol kept in there only to have someone else grab it, leaving you to cram yourself in a equipment cabinet in a panic. 

 to hear the door be kicked open with a fanatic shout and hear your teammate get out a single gunshot through the roof of the shack before a horrid wet crunching noise and a heavy thump of a body hitting the floor, peeking through the cracked cabinet door to see enough of the prone body and handle of a thrown axe to know exactly what just happened.  staying curled up in that cabinet for what feels like hours, hand pressed over your mouth to quiet the breathing youre certain everyone can hear.

oh to hear a bandit stomp in after the gunfire has stopped, looting whatever they can.  to feel time slow to a crawl as the rummaging approaches you, adrenaline overloading your body so much its impossible to even move.  to have the door thrown open, the sudden light blinding you, a harsh laugh and a rough hand gripping your arm to wrench you free of your nest.  a screech that feels more animal than human flying from your mouth, twisting and flailing in the grip of the cultist; the sound of renewed struggles making the less coherent psychos perk up, and if you werent currently in the hands of a higher ranking bandit, youd be mauled on the spot.

insisting that youre ‘not a crimson raider- no- your team was just hired to collect data, you don’t have ties to them- ‘

until the bandit raises a gun and says ‘that’s a shame, they were looking for one of the firehawk’s little lackeys to take back, but if youre sure youre not a raider then they’ll just kill you here ‘

and suddenly youre 'a raider a raider i’m a raider please-’

to be tied up and thrown in the back of the technical with everything theyve looted and a couple bodies.  hearing someones half broken echo go off with a crimson raider at hq trying to get in contact with the research team, hearing the intercepted raider radio transmission sending out a patrol to check on you guys, the driver turning it up just for you.  by the time the radio buzzes with a “Site 859 compromised- those fucking cultists- looking for survivors- “  you’re already far into CoV territory.  

oh to be dragged in front of the twins and see them excitedly rock paper scissors over who gets you, tyreen pouting when troy wins and gloats about it as he steps down off the pedestal their thrones are on.  flinching away as he reaches for you and calls back to tyreen that you barely ever have any fun with them anyway 

being hauled off your feet like you weigh nothing, slung over his shoulder, taken to a livestreaming room as he flips on the ‘RECORDING’ sign outside the door.  sitting you half on his lap on a couch youd seen in these propaganda videos before

troy speaks with an almost playful tone  ‘Alright, now your job, little raider, is to beg and cry for help from your big bad firehawk so she crawls out from wherever she’s hiding.  Tell ‘em theyve got three days to come getcha- really sell it, y’know?’ his grip on you tightens, pressing you against him and leaning his face in so you can feel his breath on your throat, ‘maybe it’ll help to imagine that youre real scared and if she doesnt come to your rescue, youre going to be oh so slowly eaten alive...or something.’  he punctuates his instructions with a wet tongue dragging up the side of your throat, a tongue you can’t see from this angle, but it feels far too long.

cambots whirr into view, waiting for his cue-  ‘Oh! And one more thing.‘  Troy takes one of your hands into his, thumb pressing into your palm as he brings it up to his face.  “this isn’t live tv, babe, so you try and tip off the losers and we’re just gonna do another take. And every time you make me redo this-’  that tongue slides out of his mouth, twisting over your fingers as his jaw splits at the seams with an audible wet pop.  you stop breathing.  razor sharp teeth prick at your skin as he mouths at your suddenly incredibly fragile fingers, the hungry drool slicking over your skin telling you that he would like nothing more than for you to disobey.  just as fast as he revealed his monstrous features, his tongue slides back and he pulls your hand back to safety and resets his face  ‘you lose one of these.’

not having to act much at all for the camera, knowing that if lilith or a rescue team came for you theyd be heading into a trap but god you were so fucking scared and this was your only shot-  Troy smirking , speaking derisively to the future audience, arm slung so casually over your shoulders keeping you nice and close

it was over too soon, and you prayed you did a good job.  you were bait, at least, and you’d be alive long enough to have a sliver of a chance-

‘Cut!’ troy called, standing up to slide the long coat off and toss it over a nearby chair.  “right- get that out to the liarhawk and pals today.’ troy spoke to the cambot,, ‘now- im fuckin hungry, so we’re gonna do the letsflay for thursday right now, k?’  he turned to you, tongue peeking out to lick over his lips as he pushed you to your back, a spark of sheer panic making you try to jolt up, only to be held down by his prosthetic with a soft chuckle.  troy got onto the couch, straddling you and pinning your legs down, your head resting on a throw pillow that would have been comfortable if not for the current situation

his jaw started to shift as he looked down at you, his gaze almost affectionate

you stammer ‘W-wait no no you said- you said i had three days for the raiders to come and -’ 

Troy laughed, wheezing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, “oh my god you- you really- hhahahahaha sweetheart, I lied.”

midway through a laugh, his grin broke apart.  his face was an open, horrid display of teeth, too many- too many teeth- a blue tint to the drool starting to drip from that awful tongue, so eager- somehow you could tell he was still smiling as he pushed up your shirt to reveal your soft middle,

you thought you’d scream when his teeth sank in, but no- no your breath caught in your throat like youd been choked.  you didnt even feel the pain right away, just the wrong feeling of something being undone, broken apart- and then he pulled and you felt it and it was like you were being torn apart because thats exactly what was happening- your skin stretched until it met his teeth and was sliced with a jagged edge, muscle pulling and tearing to yield to his much stronger jaws and you couldnt help but watch . 

screaming, fighting, trying to kick and twist and shove him off of you, not succeeding in making him budge, your pushing hands only following his head back as he liberated the sizable chunk of meat that had been yours until very recently.  troy leaned back out of your reach, snapping his unnatural jaws to toss and catch the bloody shred, swallowing it like he was half-starved.  

A huff that mightve been a laugh came from him, gathering your flailing arms in his mechanical grip and pinning them up over your head, exposing your torso even more.  “they always wait ssso long to fight’  he slurred through blood streaked mandibles, tongue lapping over the red dripping down his jaw

your middle burned, hot and wet with pain, and when he moved in you though he’d simply take another bite but no- no he was moving to your face bringing that awful mouth to your face so close to you so close-

he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, in a way that you might call gentle if you weren’t writhing like a fish on land.  he nosed at your throat a bit, giving a low, pleased rumble as he went, moving down until you felt his fractured jaw close around the space between your shoulder and neck and bite with a soft hum , and you shrieked, bracing yourself for the tearing and ripping but he held there like that, not pulling, just-

a cold seeped into your muscles, a frigid alien wave that seemed to creep along with your heartbeat.  every pulse brought it further through you, until it ebbed away and left a sluggish heavy feeling in its wake.  down your shoulder through your arm, fingertips twitching a little before they felt too heavy to move.  slinking across your chest, up your neck, ears ringing for a moment as whatever venom he just administered hit.  against your wishes, your breathing slowed from its panicked hyperventilating.  your other arm followed shortly, struggling and grabbing at the couch’s fabric dying down to little shivers.  the chilling wave seeping down your torso, washing over the bleeding hole in your middle and pushing that agony far away, a dull, hot pressure remaining.  your legs were the last to give out, scuffling and and kicking getting slower and slower until all of you stopped. 

you let out a whine

troy, mouth still wrapped around your shoulder, let out a groan.  he swallowed the mouthful of blood that had accumulated while you were being sedated.

jaw loosening, he pulled back, saliva and blood and florescent blue venom coming away in strings from the deep bite.  the siren looked down at you, now pliant and truly helpless under him.  focusing your eyes was hard, but you could make out the red glow of his markings, seeming to pulse with your own slowing heartbeat.

he sighed happily, rolling his shoulder and letting it relax. you could distantly feel a hand running over the bleeding hole in your abdomen.  “mmh...there....now, where were we?”

[introloves]

— werewolf! bokuto + a/b/o + hunter / prey dynamic + knotting + ruts + slight dubcon + hurt/comfort + slight angst + fear + breeding + possessive! bokuto + overstimulation + human! & f! reader

— word count; 1.5k

he kept you warm against the harsh and bitter air from outside, chilling the apartment you both shared.

curling into his warm side, you felt the sleepy, lulled into a nice haze. but it seemed that in finding warmth and comfort, you missed the goosebumps forming against his skin, right against the places your body met his.

he should have been more careful, should have read the signs signaling the oncoming heat.

but he decided that spending time with you this close to the new moon was more worth it, he could hold himself back, contain the fever prickling under his skin.

it was stupid, in trying to prove that he could temper down the other side of him, regain hold of his humanity, he was signing a death wish.

“you okay kou?” you mumbled, sitting up against his squirming body.

the moment he felt you leave his side, he snapped up to grab you, clamping an arm around your upper arm.

he was hot, running at a temperature far too warm to be okay. it made you shake in worry for him, if he was sick he needed to get to the hospital, needed help! he needed-

“i’m so sorry.” he whimpered, or growled, you couldnt tell with the deep rumble that followed a high keen, coming straight from the center of his chest.

it took him no effort, no strength to tug you onto his lap, opening your legs to sit you comfortably over his hips.

he pressed his heated body closer, satiated at how good your smell encompassed him like this. pure instinct driving him to nuzzle in close to your pulse point, laving over it with his tongue, trying to get that sweet smell even stronger.

“sorry? for what...” you whispered, he seemed to be inching closer and closer to a higher heat, but his hands, arms closing down around your body made your head spin. in a finally attempt to reagain any control you uttered out a, “bo- stop we need to get you to the hospital you’re really hot.”

but the way you pushed, futilely, against his chest didnt sit well with him.

it was a lowly growl that made you stop, the sinking of something sharp- right where his hands gripped at your sides made you shut your mouth completely.

“you know there’s something different about me.” he began, words dripping down the side of your neck.

“but you still love me regardless.”

it was all so confusing, you’d never heard him sound like this, didnt think anyone human could produce a tremor this animalistic to their voice.

you’d never been held like this by him, he seemed to be moving, driven with pure adrenaline. shaky hands gripped at the giving flesh, leaving remnants of his heat. anywhere that there was fat, his fingers dug in tight.

“you love me-“ he choked out, his voice returning to his normal tone, tinted by an urgency.

“y/n,” he spat, crazed and rushed. “you need to run. go and lock yourself in the room. dont let me in, under any circumstances.” it wasnt going to be enough to stop him if he tried, but the growing need to do something to keep you safe overruled any other logical thinking.

he pushed you off, planting you on the floor in a hurry, stretching to his full stature, looming over you with a gaze that read; hungry.

you didnt think as you complied with his words, confused at it all. you just wanted to know what happened to your bokuto but with the way everything unfolded before you, there was truly no explanation.

as your feet pounded down the hall, the thought that you were being stalked- being chased after like a little rabbit crossed your mind briefly.

it made your legs move faster, the sound of something big, the sound of bokuto running behind you met your ears. the door of your shared room right against your fingertips.

you almost made it, the thrill of escaping let a laugh bubble in your throat. all before the floor was knocked from under your feet.

bokuto grabbed you before you crumbled down into the floor, planting your face, roughly, under the hallway carpet.

“not fast enough bunny.” he laughed.

“bokuto, whats going on, whats wrong.” you whimpered, but he wasnt listening, couldnt listen to the streams of questions leaving your mouth. all he could focus on was the growing saccharine scent wafting up from your cunt, peaking out from between your thighs. it wasn’t enough, he knew how good you could smell, at the peak of it, when he fucked you nice and hard, you smelled so divine. but it was all tainted by the sickly notes of pure fear, it wouldn’t do, he couldn’t have you smelling like that.

“its okay, i wouldn’t hurt you. have i ever hurt you?” he questioned, all the while sinking down to press his nose right to your cunt.

“n-no. you’ve never h-hurt me.” you bit back a moan when he licked over your cunt, tongue digging into the spot he knew your clit would be.

just like that he had you receptive, willing to do anything, because he was so good to you.

he let you go briefly, all to rip every peice of clothing you and him had on. once again the thought that something was wrong crossed your mind with how easy it was for him.

with clenched teeth, he wrapped his fingers around himself. letting muscle memory guide the tip of himself right into you.

spurred on by a desperate moan leaving your mouth, his name hanging off the tip of your tongue.

it was all okay, he’d fucked you so many times, this was no different?

right?

the sickly scent twisted its notes, entangling itself in your sweetness.

“its okay, my bunny. its all okay. ill fuck you good, like i always do.”

to prove it, he sinks in completely.

but he was overrun with you, completely taken over a need to have you.

throwing his head back, howling into the air, he took you with a punishing pace.

there was no noise that could leave your mouth, the familiar feeling of an orgasm looming in the distance made you melt against his hips.

strong hands holding you steady, growling with the obscene sounds your pussy made. he was going to pump you fulll, make you heavy with all the cum that he was going to give you, fucking you raw. if he was lucky, his cum would stick, breeding you like a good mate.

“you take me so good. you like it dont you?” there was no answer you could give him that would change his mind, he could smell it on you. sweat dripping down your back, pooling at the heat of his hands against your soft sides, it couldnt be more obvious.

“koutarou.” you gasped, shaking at the orgasm that finally graced your body.

it was all a reaction to you, he couldnt help the way your cunt squeezed him this tight. with a final push inside, knocking you down flat to the floor, knees shaking,

it began.

your chest burned as you took in a sharp lungful of air. his dick seemed to inflate, right at the base of your pussy, locking him tightly inside. at the peak of the swelling, his hips stuttered, bringing you along while thick ropes of cum stuffed you. pulling the stretched skin of you around his swollen dick.

“w-wh-! bo, bo it hurts!” you squealed, kicking, trying to get away. frenzied with fear, scared that he was going to rip something.

but he held you, warm hand placing right at the base of your tummy, trying to sooth your fear and shaking. he bent in close, begging for forgiveness of it all.

“i know it hurts, i’m so sorry.” he whimpered, tongue heavy with pleasure and guilt.

all fucked out and spent, you laid there, tears streaming down your face, you couldnt feel anything anymore.

it felt like it took forever for the swelling to calm down, but once it did, he quickly scrambled off you.

“angel.” he whispered, flipping you over, searching for your gaze. a sharp pang hit his gut at the sight of your wet eyes, and trembling lower lips.

“oh my baby, i’m so sorry.” he all but cried, there was already a hate, rooted deep into his being at the way he was, driven by an animal he couldnt control. after this, if you wanted him gone, he was more than willing to pack it all up to keep you safe.

your hand, trembling and sweaty, wrapped around the hand holding your face tenderly. finally he was back, there was the man that kissed you gently every morning.

“kou.” you wheezed, smiling at him.

it took a lot of effort, but you smiled.

“n-next time. you gotta prep me first.”

his eyes flittered down from your face, distracted by the clenching of your pussy, leaking everything he had worked so hard to pump you full with, smearing it down your thighs, pussy lips, and carpet.

his jaw clenched at the challenge, laughing at the thought that you’d be so weak, of course you were strong enough to take him.

you were his mate after all.