#also feel free to be brutally honest with her lol

[th-vanity]

"I feel like everyone is being too dramatic about it. Like, it's not like I don't know that it's an important job." Vanity wasn't sure why she cared so much about it, either. So what if she wasn't in charge of the armory? She had never been the hard-working type. Perhaps having turnt thirty only a couple weeks ago made her reflect on 'having a purpose', and all that philosophical bullshit. "And the missing ammo incident, no one was ever able to trace that back to me, so I don't get why people keep blaming me for that one."

She turnt towards the other person, trying to figure out if what she was on the wrong. "I'm asking you honestly: Don't you think I would be capable enough to do it?"

[silverzoomies]

Cunning Linguist

pietro maximoff x reader smut

warnings: cunnilingus, porn with (slight) plot, blow jobs, dissociative identity disorder, dissociation, existential crisis, smut, shameless smut, halloween, canon divergence

word count: 3,990

a/n: i meant to finish this ages ago. but i always overthink shit. i rewrote this several times, and it still doesn't feel worth posting. oh well !! just meaningless filth - same old story, different clothing. i wanted to play with the concept of pietro as an alter in ralph's head. again. lol

he's a little ooc here. but i'm blaming the brain fog. i'm running on three hours of sleep every night. fuck it, we ball. also, not including a tag list because tumblr's system kinda sucks for it. sorry !!

Pietro recalled the moment his consciousness came to light.

Agnes waved her spooky hands in his face, as though she were taunting him. She muttered incantations under her breath. The words of which Pietro didn’t recognize as English. After implanting sentimental memories in his mind - based on stories of Wanda’s childhood - she sent him off on his own. Like letting a dog loose, free to roam. 

Pietro’s mission? Find Wanda, have a gabfest or two, extract information. Or something along those lines. Pietro hadn’t paid much attention while Agnes yapped about it. Why focus on that, when the mystery of his own sentience piqued his interest instead?

He was given an easy enough job to do. No problem-o. Pietro had a talent for pestering people til’ they cracked. That’s what Agnes told him, anyway. He wasn’t too sure why she wanted him to play undercover rat. It had something to do with magic. Pietro knew that much. There was some kinda witch-on-witch rivalry in the works. But unfortunately for Agnes - and maybe fortunately for Wanda - she might have to take a raincheck on her duel of the sorceresses.  

Pietro could be a bit of a dipshit. Was he stupid? Not so much. He had brains where it counted. He could be crafty. Even sneaky. But his expert level slyness didn’t make him any less of an idiot. Pietro couldn’t refute that factoid about himself. Around Wanda, he forgot how to function like a normal person. Which he blamed on the fact that he wasn’t a normal person. Being brutally honest with himself; Pietro technically wasn’t even a person at all.

More like a conceptual incarnation of human sentience, really. Simple enough.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it, though - Pietro carried the irksome flaws of a human. Often, he acted thoughtless when he didn’t mean to. Without filtering himself first, Pietro unapologetically spoke his mind. He’d drop fourth-wall breaking quips here or there. Sometimes, his careless habits made for entertaining slip ups. Perfect for sitcom shenanigans. Other times, his blunders resulted in pain. Lotsa pain.

Halloween night, Pietro found himself whisked away by a forceful wave. Conjured by Wanda’s potent magic. The same power Agnes wanted her wiggly witch fingers on. After going aerial in a wild whoosh, Pietro got up close and friendly with some Halloween decorations. But, hey, what’re a few broken bones between pseudo siblings, eh?

Wanda sure had a helluva temper. She quickly banished Pietro from ever setting foot in her house again. Talk about a major bummer. Pietro suffered a huge loss on that front. One part because he’d have no choice but to crash with Agnes again. Ninety nine parts because he’d miss his troublemaking nephews. Those fun, lil scamps.

Tough luck, Quickie. Try and do better next time.

Honestly, he’d prefer if there wasn’t a next time.  If Agnes wanted to make small talk so bad, she could do it on her own. Calling it quits for the night, Pietro wandered off to a Westview bar. To his surprise, he found the place still in operation. And despite Pietro’s memories - vague imagery of Busch beer cans crushed under his fist - he hadn’t had a beer since his consciousness manifested. Shit. Did he even like beer? Whether he cared for it or not, a subconscious instinct drew him to it.

He assumed that instinct was none other than Ralph himself. The poor dude wanted to drown his terror in alcohol. And after all the twisted shit Agnes put Ralph through; who was Pietro to deny him one of life's simplest pleasures?

The mellow atmosphere of the bar oozed Halloween spirit. Kinda unnecessary, in retrospect. Considering Wanda never stopped by for a drink. Why bother sprucing the place up with her wispy magic, if it never saw any use?

The bartender’s clever quips reminded Pietro of Cheers. Another totally bonkers concept. Pietro had memories of watching Cheers, sure. But he couldn’t decipher if they were Ralph’s or not. For all Pietro knew, they might be a part of the ‘dead brother’ package deal. False memories, meant to give Wanda someone to relate to. Making him liable to tear down her defenses when she least expected it. 

But why did Pietro get the sense he was more of a Frasier guy anyway?

Sitting at the bar on a rickety stool, Pietro spun around to satiate his boredom. He cradled a beer, inhaling all of it in a single beat. Superspeed really did have its ups and downs. Consider quick consumption a positive. As far as negatives go…well…inebriation was completely unattainable. Sucks for Ralph. As Pietro flagged down the bartender for another beer, he tuned his ears to a radio broadcast. On a shelf amidst dollar store Halloween decor; a radio droned old fashioned tales of wicked witches. Subtle.

Outside interference interrupted the broadcast. Voices intermingled between buzzes of static. Whispering soft, but panicked mantras of 'Wanda? Wanda, are you there?' Pietro narrowed his beady eyes. His ignorance of the world outside Westview should’ve stayed intact. But whatever the reason, he knew exactly where those voices came from. Why he carried such knowledge was anyone’s guess. Maybe Agnes let too much her own insight slip into his psyche. Whoopsies. Oh well. Shrugging, Pietro flagged down the bartender for another beer. Deja vu.

Bored outta his mind, his thoughts explored elsewhere.

Pietro dreamt of something a little more down to earth. He remembered a cutie-pie neighbor new to Westview. A ‘next door’ kinda type, with a quirky sorta charm. They had no idea why they were in the city to begin with. Pietro knew these details, only because he gathered the what’s what on just about every person in town. It took him all of two seconds to do so. Zip around. Observe. Make mental notes. Report back to Agnes. Spill the deets.

Anyway, about you…

Call it a crush, loneliness, or even instinctive lust; whatever the case, Pietro thought you were cute as could be. You didn’t remember how you got to Westview, or where you even came from. One day, you woke up in town, and found yourself wearing unfamiliar clothes. Threads evocative of decades long past. But hey, it happens to the best of us. Pietro was well-acquainted with feelings of confusion and alienation. That mingled sense of being both lost, and born anew.

For crying out loud, he was the very materialization of sapient awareness itself. Agnes forbade him from that knowledge as well. But again, Pietro credited his oopsies and ding-dongs to her shoddy miracle work.

Whenever you questioned the reality around you, the world only stifled you into silence. The everyday citizens of Westview seemed so content with life as it was. Acting as if you had nothing to worry about. Wanda’s sitcom setup was nothing beyond sunshine, rainbows, and television tropes. But Pietro could see the unspoken terror hidden deep in their eyes. The truth Wanda kept hush hush.

Just thinking about it was enough to give Pietro the heebie jeebies. And if his intuition was anything to go by - it never proved him wrong yet - you had a bad feeling about Westview too. Way to go! You caught on even quicker than he did. Which was kinda nuts, if he thought about it. Wasn’t he supposed to be the fastest at everything? ‘Cuz speed was his middle name or something. Or…well, it wasn’t. But it could be. Who’s to stop him from seizing his own destiny at this point?

Pietro Speed Maximoff.

Eh, maybe not.

In Westview, you had no friends or family. And much like Pietro, on Halloween night; you found yourself at the bar. He caught your curious gaze from down the counter. You were dolled up in a scanty, witch's dress, leaving Pietro to wonder why witches were such a recurring theme in his life. Looking too much like a manchild goober, he spun around a few more times in his seat. His sneakers kicked against the stool’s railing. No matter what, he couldn’t sit still. He thought he might be embarrassing himself. But his antics appeared to make you smile even brighter.

Tilting your head, you shot him a look of familiarity.

You weren’t familiar with him, though. But there was a chance you saw him appearing and disappearing around town. During his impromptu stake outs, more than likely.

Bringing your drink to the seam of your lips, you stifled a playful giggle. It was obvious you were gawking at his costume. Arching a brow, Pietro grinned into the rim of his beer bottle. To be fair, he looked supremely ridiculous. The blue tights under his cut-off jean shorts rode up in the crotch a little too much. He dipped his head, staring at the frayed edges of his shorts. Yeah. It was clear he did the job cutting them himself. A hasty one too. Since he was too eager to pull pranks with his nephews.

Damn. Pietro missed those kids like hell already.

The dirty blond hair/ear-things atop his head bounced every time he knocked his neck back. As Pietro downed yet another beer, he lost track of how many he drank. A dribble of it plummeted into silver. Creating a sheen against the lightning bolt duct taped diagonally down his shirt. Pietro sighed and pursed his lips. 

His outfit was an all blue ensemble. Garnished with a spritz of silver here or there. Quicksilver. His hero name, apparently. Pietro knew he’d never live up to it.

A bit of friendly conversation later, and the air between the two of you shifted. Your playful look morphed into something a little wanton, the more Pietro acted in silly ways. Holy shit. Seriously? He hoped he wasn't misreading your signals. Because really, your attraction was too good to be true. If you honestly wanted him, where should he proceed from here? How much freedom had Agnes even allowed him? And furthermore - if Wanda’s happy, dream town ran on a curated schedule; what if credits rolled just as the two of you finally got handsy?

Maybe sitcom rules didn’t apply to conscious manifestations of witch hocus pocus? Wishful thinking on his part.

Outside the bar - in an alleyway too uncannily clean, like a set straight out of Hollywood - Pietro beckoned you in with kisses. Technically, he played the role of Agnes’s deadbeat husband. And if that were the case, did kissing you count as cheating? Shit…was Pietro committing adultery right now?? In the midst of macking on your sweet lips, he pressed a palm to the wall next to your head. Pietro pretended to do so for balance, as he devoured you with his mouth and tongue. 

But unbeknownst to you, he cracked an eye open. Just to double check for a wedding band.

Nothing there to prove he ever got hitched. Go figure.

You giggled coyly into his lips, letting a soft moan ease through your teeth. Bringing your hands up to the hair/ear-things on his head, you toyed with them. Your pretty voice teased him, as you played with his hair in gentle strokes of your thumbs.

“Ooooh…such a good boy, huh? Fast too.” You cooed, the same way one might praise a puppy.

Oh. Fuck yeah. To hell with sitcom tropes and bogus wives. Agnes scared the ever-loving shit out of Pietro anyway. He had no semblance of a domestic connection to her. Not that she gave much of a damn herself. With how often she threw insults his way. Agnes always used Ralph as her little punching bag, before hijacking his body for her own gain.

No wonder your simple praises got his proverbial tail wagging.

A chuckle hummed in the back of his throat, as Pietro purred into your lips, “Speed’s kinda my middle name, y’know?”

You snorted one of the dorkiest laughs he’d heard since cognisant birth. And with a sudden spark of primal urgency; Pietro felt something else spring into transcendence down below. 

Sifting through Ralph’s sidelined psyche, Pietro came to realize how much of a recluse he was. The guy never seemed to get out much. In fact, Agnes might’ve even been his first partner. If one could classify her as such. So, really, Pietro was doing him a major favor. If Ralph knew he planned on using their body for some frisky fun - on an otherwise lonely Hallow’s eve - surely, he’d give his brain roomie some thanks.

Pietro’s hands were vascular like a wired-up machine, clad in arm-warmer paws. Grabbing hard onto your curvy hips with them, he pulled you in closer. He sought the friction of your crotch against his. And after some seriously sloppy making out, Pietro dropped you an invite to his place.

Or…Agnes’s place.

Uh…or…was it technically Ralph’s? Shit, this sitcom roleplay sure gave way to some mental gymnastics.

You didn’t expect Pietro to zip you off at superspeed. Moving abruptly fast, he brought you straight to his disaster of a man cave. Laying you back on the futon, he gave you little time to adjust over the blankets. The wrinkled fabrics reeked of pot, in desperate need of a wash. You got as comfy as you could on the skunky sheets. Blinking your needy gaze up at him, you tugged his white belt, pulling the band undone. Pietro grinned lazily, colliding his swollen lips into yours. His primal instincts left him wreckless with want. 

Burying his tongue in the cavern of your mouth, he brought with him the flavor of cheap booze. As you tasted him, you moaned, shucking his dumb jorts down his hips. A sizable swelling twitched in his tights, squirming under muted blue. Your eyes bulged in their sockets, cartoonishly wide. The way you whirled your tongue across your lip gave off a vibe of animalistic hunger. As though you were eager for an all dick dinner. With Pietro as the appetizer.

And the main course. And the dessert. He hoped you'd rate him five stars.

Restaurant metaphors aside; this was the very first test of his capabilities as a lover, after all. If he couldn’t live up to his superhero name, maybe he could make a name for himself in other ways.

Pietro Speed Maximoff. Quicksilver. Cunning Linguist.

But first…he really should satiate your hunger.

One, generous tug downward, and Pietro’s - or Ralph’s - slightly above average length sprang out. Bouncing in your face in mesmerizing oscillation, his cock appeared pulsating and roused. Thick veins weaved like threads through his shaft, akin to his vascular hands. His balls bulged in his tights, his jorts hanging halfway down his thighs. Pietro took his blistering cock in hand. Aching for the kind of stimulation Ralph never got, his desire painted him so flush and ruby red. 

Since you looked so delighted at the sight before you; Pietro gave his cock a few strokes. He played with himself for your viewing pleasure. And as his firm grip tugged his shaft, the world pulled suddenly back. It was as though Pietro viewed life through a third person perspective. Metaphorical cameras fixed their lenses on the two of you, in an all too human position of closeness. 

The weight of a cock in Pietro’s hand felt both familiar, yet weirdly foreign. Combine that with the sight of another living, breathing body below him; and his nerves buzzed uncomfortably. Frenzied in such a way that matched the quick pulsing of his heart. Focusing instead on your fluttering eyes, Pietro weaned himself out of dissociation. Your hands braced his hips, thumbs circling the fabric of his tights. The gentle gesture brought chills throughout his body. Inching forward, you teased his bobbing cock with a flick of your tongue.

Wet heat grounded him in reality. Upon racing to the forefront of his own mind; Pietro’s breath hitched with a husky groan. He held your head, massaging his fingers in your soft hair. Cute mewls spilled from your lips as you flitted your eyes shut. Swirling your tongue over his cock’s puffy head, you lapped any tearful pearls of precum. His thickness sank between your plush lips, and Pietro’s own lips parted for breath.

Of all things to happen on Halloween night, getting his dick sucked wasn’t on the docket.

Not that Pietro had any reason to complain. This? Wicked awesome. Ralph was really missing out.

You drew lazily back just to lap his balls over his tights, staining fabric with slick saliva. Rolling the tip of your tongue up the underside of his dick, you giggled in that dorkish way again. Pietro’s teeth pulled his lip as he tilted his head back. His dick twitched, throbbing while the heat of your mouth embraced him fully. He moaned, smiling wide enough to show off his dimples. You pumped his cock at the base, teasing his veins with your tongue.

Pietro’s brows turned inward. You suckled his head like you longed to guzzle anything he could give. He sank his fingers deeper through your hair, holding on tightly as he rutted his hips. With each slam of his weeping tip into your throat; he hoarsely grunted. You really did try your best, just for him. Even as tears spilled down your cheeks and your lips began to swell. Plush and puffy, circling his slick length. Pietro kicked up the speed at which he rutted.

Fighting his instincts, he was cautious enough not to choke you. Or, he wanted to be cautious. He braced his hands on both sides of your tear stained face, his arm warmer paws soft against your cheeks. Sinking his dick even deeper between your lips, he accidentally went balls deep. The wet fabric of his tights smothered your chin. You sputtered on his cock, which made your throat wring him so tight. As your tongue curled, sliding under the thrum of his veins; Pietro cursed. Playful chuckles and shameful apologies fell from his lips.

Bitter heat coated your tongue in sweltering jets, thick and explosive down your throat. Pietro’s groin twisted in a blossoming surge of pleasure. And as he ruptured your esophagus with his sticky load, he found himself that much more grounded. As if such a bombastic nut somehow tethered him to reality - securing Pietro from any further derealization. 

Righteous. His first big O since Agnes blessed him with the gift of consciousness. Significantly more electrifying than any sad, jerk sesh Ralph had in the past. And since you so humbly took him like a champ - giving Pietro a most euphoric experience; he saw it fit to return the favor ASAP.

Neither Pietro - nor Ralph, it seemed - had any experience toying around with partners. But he did have a vague knowledge of how to do so. Thanks to the backlog of not-so-safe-for-work memories deep in his subconscious. Raunchy porn, mostly. Magazines. Tapes. Jesus, Ralph…why’s there so much dirty stuff in there, huh? Lots and lots of it. Pietro would have to do his own research later.

He gave you no time to prep for his oncoming nose dive. Perched on your knees, coughing and clearing your throat - you found yourself abruptly resting on your elbows. Your upper back pressed into the futon. Pietro lifted your hips, using his strength to hike your thighs over his broad shoulders. As you parted your swollen lips to protest, blinking your reddened eyes; Pietro pulled your panties to the side. He kept the soaked lace pinned under a thick thumb. Burying his lips in your cunt, he lapped up your honeyed heat.

A sudden addiction, triggered by something carnal, overtook him instantly. Pietro became hooked on your fragrant flavor, swirling your cute bud in high-speed circles. He worked your stiff clit like a microscopic joystick, flicking wet heat in a spastic whirlwind. Alternating between drawing patterns, and sucking your precious pearl hard. Pietro so easily made you squeal - even without any prior experience - until you scratched your fingernails deep into Ralph’s sheets. Kissing your cunt, he let his thirst take over, and dove deeper.

The tune of his name melting through your moans made him wish the night would last forever. A small fraction of him hoped Ralph would never take over again. If consciousness offered rewards this scrumptious, Pietro wanted to stay sentient into eternity. Not to be selfish or whatever, but he almost considered playing minion for Agnes again - if only to secure the lifespan of his psyche.

Your supple, pussy lips parted as he wormed his tongue through your slick walls. Smooth, bumpy heat squeezed the fuzzy ridges of his tongue. In milliseconds, your fluttery love gushed over his taste buds and leaked down his chin. Tears teased the edges of your eyes. You cried whines of sugary bliss. Pietro’s thumb kept your panties pinned, his other hand locked around your thigh.

He smirked into your pussy, deep chuckles burning hot on your mound. And since the position wasn’t exactly the most comfortable; he allowed you some reprieve. Pushing you past your breaking point at light speed, Pietro bashed the sopping slickness of his tongue into your clit. You trembled, shuddering through powerful waves of orgasmic intensity. White-hot flashes of light flooded your vision. Under Pietro’s zippy tongue, your sweet pussy quivered.

Totes mcgoats. If he learned anything tonight - aside from the obvious lessons in subtlety; Pietro now understood why the everyday man lost his doggone marbles over puss.

After your first release, he eased your tired body into the futon. Your back met cozy blankets, engulfed in that skunk weed scent. Before you relaxed, he edged you even longer, drawing out your pleasurable suffering. Pietro sank his fingers deep into your heat, pumping the length of them inside you. His digits curled perfectly, finding every spongy spot that made your core burst with a desire to cum again. His tongue teased your swollen nub until you grabbed at his hair. You mussed the funny looking ear things atop his head, pressing your palm into his forehead to try and push him back.

You begged him to stop. Pleading in disoriented whimpers, your noises went straight to his limp dick. A few more hot, wrathful waves of pleasure later - he finally stopped. Only after your cunt erupted in one more, wet burst. You leaked like a fountain into his lips, soaking his chin, even making a mess of his makeshift costume. More than worth it. Pietro sat up on the futon, admiring his handiwork. He wiped his mouth with one of his arm warmer paws. Your mouth fell agape as your lungs begged for air. More tears sparkled on your flushed cheeks, mirroring the twinkle of your pussy. Pretty as a rose in a rainshower.

With your sluggish arms, you gestured for Pietro to climb over you. And once he did, you pulled him into a lazy kiss without a single care. You paid no mind to the taste of your sweetness on his lips, or the scent of your musk on his chin. Sleepily blinking, you bravely asked if you could stay the night. Too tuckered out to even consider a long walk back home.

Pietro could just as easily speed you over to your place. But even at the risk of his not-wife catching him in bed with someone else - he felt too adverse to loneliness. Besides...your company brought him more delight than he ever expected of anyone. Settling into the futon, he popped on Ralph’s old TV set.

Cheers was on. Pietro snickered to himself, rolling his dark eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, snuggled up against Pietro’s strong form. He’d changed clothes at some point in the night, finally foregoing the tights. Oh, and he lended you one of Ralph’s shirts too. A Grateful Dead t-shirt, of which you were very grateful. Hah, “You don’t like Cheers?”

Pietro shrugged, sipping a beer. A Busch beer. He scowled at the taste, curling his lip.

“Eh. More of a Frasier kinda guy.”

[gingerlee-holds]

I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town. 

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people. 

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly. 

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal. 

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile. 

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.” 

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away. 

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again. 

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’ 

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself. 

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were. 

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter. 

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy. 

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table. 

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening. 

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them. 

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail. 

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different. 

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement. 

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.” 

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience. 

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully. 

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!” 

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness. 

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles. 

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs. 

[wyked-ao3]

Wyked's intro

Hey, I'm wyked (wicked) been on Tumblr a while now and finally got around to my intro

About me:↪ Wyked, she/her/psycho

↪ writer questionnaire here and here and another one here

↪ I'm 23 and would prefer not to interact with minors.

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↪ Reader, writer, nerd,

↪Alpha/Beta reader, idea bouncer. (Send a pm if your looking for an extra set of eyes, just tell me what your looking for. I can be brutally honest if that's what you're looking for but I'm still listing my favorite parts regardless.)

↪Taurus born

↪I write mostly fanfiction multi fandom and have a blog for it here @wyked-fanfiction

↪ I'm currently writing my first original work the TPCG series and all lore and a majority of writing shares and ask will be shared on this blog @wyked-original-writing

All fandom related stuff will be contained to @wyked-fandom

↪My current game fandom's

Zelda (it's more link than Zelda but whatever lol) I have played (wind waker , orca of time, twilight princess, and a little of skyward sword)

Elder scrolls (Skyrim is my favorite)

Devil may cry 2-3

Red steel

Assassin's creed (can't wait for the new one…although I'm still not sure about upgrading from the PS3 lol)

↪My movie/series fandoms

Merlin, Twilight, Supernatural, Lucifer, Grimm,Once upon a time, Stargate (all), Primeval, Criminal minds, NCIS, Star trek, Harry Potter, Hannibal, Marvel, Harley Quinn, Shadow hunters, Arrow, How to train your dragons (all), Troll hunters (they ripped my heart out) Avatar the last Airbender, Avatar (blue), Jurassic world, Jurassic park, Dragon prince, The last of us?(Not the biggest fan of it but I do read the fic's and wrote for ot occasionally, Lost, Charmed (original), Originals (didn't finish it….I'm a softie okay), and to be honest I'm forgetting some… may edit as I remember or hit a phase where they are my favorite show again….

↪Anime fandom's…..some I'm only in due to my sister but it still counts…..

Black Butler

Heavens official blessing

Skum villain D

emon king academy

Welcome to demon school iruma (I love this)

Fairytail

↪My Never seen but I could probably convince you otherwise do to my sister's rambling list that will update as I remember names

Inuyasha

↪My interest and writing memes will be posted on @wyked-rebellion

Herbs,plants,trees, mushrooms, nature (I can keep going) animals,fish,corals and aquatic plants, invertebrates, mythology, pirates, knights, druids,shamans, hanfu, feudal era, history involving any of the above.. writing, gardening, wood carving and burning, sketching although I think you get more detail with wood burning……I can keep listing but most of that will not be covered here so I will stop now but feel free to drop in my inbox to chat

I will add more eventually here

↪My mutuals original story recommendation list

My favorite western, time loop horror romance by @tragedycoded I can not recommend this enough it got me hooked on a western.

If you like gay pirates, kidnapping, drama and found family that will keep you on your toes then check out @the-golden-comet 's story (read the warning)

↪My mutuals fanfiction recommendation list (it will change as I think of some I added the recommendations last minute so oops)

If you are into sarcastic lovable OC's and mandalorians from star wars check out @lillybaaaka 's work

she also has a fem Harry Potter/startrek crossover that I'm in love with lol highly recommend it, it's more startrek then Harry Potter

if you are into the bat family you should check out @gods-graveyard 's work

if you like bananafish fanfiction then check out @gioiaalbanoart she has several amazing ones but my favorite so far is this one

if you are a Zelda fan who ships Ganon and Link then I highly recommend you check out @the-golden-comet just make sure to read the warnings

[hjellacott]

The Ink Black Heart BBC1 first review

I'm going to try to keep it brief for now because I don't have much energy and tomorrow I'll get to share so much more when I'm more awake. But I couldn't resist saying a bit!

Firstly, Tom Edge really is an amazing writer. What an incredible ability to show everything, to make sure everything is well understood, all the inner musings... Kudos for the use of Ilsa, Barclay, Pat, Midge anf Charlotte to really contribute all the little tidbits that otherwise without a narrator one couldn't see. For example we know Madeline and Strike are dating, and that he loves Robin, because of that.

The way they did the videogame, the drawings and Highgate Cemetery... absolutely gorgeous. Incredible really.

The acting of these actors was remarkably great, as always, but even the newbies were so good. And Tom and Holly are the outstanding leaders we can't believe we got!

It was so wonderful as well how they added the bits that weren't in the book and which fitted so remarkably well. There's a continuity error between the end of TB and the beginning of TIBH, but it's not major, and then they added Barclay (sexy AF with his motorbike btw) vs Ormond and Robin vs Ross (which is particularly enjoyable), among others, which was great!

I loved so much of it, but there were bits that to be honest didn't make any sense to me from a logical standpoint. For example Robin's flat seems, for anyone that's ever tried to rent, let alone buy, in London, too big and modern for her salary. Specially for a first home. I thought it was too good. And I found Holly's performance a bit puzzling in this one. Don't get me wrong, she's an extraordinary actress, I actually think what got me frowning was more due to Sue Tully's directing choices. In particular how they made Robin very subdued and plain in moments that to me demanded more spark of emotion (whichever emotion fitted the moment). I felt like it was the very first time that I was left feeling that at times, Robin's energy didn't match the emotional weight of her words. But i don't think that was on Holly, or at least not for the most part. I had a slight feeling of the same with others, which reinforced my belief that it was a problem with either the writing/directing/editing, but it became more obvious with Robin because she has the lines with most emotional weight. For example I missed a proper confrontation with Strike about his health, I was puzzled by her minuscule reaction to the name change on the door, her minuscule reaction to the office getting blown up, and there were some moments when I felt, as a professional actress myself, that the emotion wasn't ridden to the end, but dropped mid sentence. But that's me being an actress and most of you won't probably think anything of it. Also I love Ilsa and I felt like the moments between her and Robin needed more time, more substance, again, more something... I mean you get two incredible actresses, and the moments are thrown out so quickly. Like Ilsa comes to help with the moving and disappears without having really made any proper contribution other than to tease Robin slightly, with barely a trace of her funny classic gestures she usually did? Not even a mention of the pregnancy.

The only other bit that I missed was the humour. I mean when there was a moment, it was brutally funny, but I felt other seasons had more moments. This one has some authentic jewels around Darth Vader and Pat that were fantastic.

In exchange, we got brilliant, unexpected moments, like Robin watching Strike sleep twice, or Strike trembling and looking at Pat in the eyes as he lits her cigarette, and Edie being a fan of Robin's... also that funny bit when she realises Strike smokes in the office lol.

More to say but I'm exhausted now so later! Feel free to message me any pressing questions!

[thegamingcatmom]

Let’s say that the people in the town that the sisters live in start noticing MC when the denali’s start dating her. How exactly are they gonna explain the relationship, considering people know they’re sisters. Especially when they get married. Are they gonna say that MC is only dating one sister?(of course it’s tanya cause “she’s older an saw MC first”)

Honestly? I don´t think they´d feel the need to explain themselves to anyone, simply because it´s nobody´s business. And if someone were to ask them about their relationship, they´d just be brutally honest about it. Why shouldn´t they be? It´s not like the sisters are actually dating each other.

(Besides, they´re the origin of the Succubus legends - they know no shame, lol.)

I HC the Denalis as very open-minded, free-spirited people. They try to live their undead lives to the fullest, and that includes a "healthy" (we all know there ain't nothing healthy about them rn, lol) sex/love life. They´d never feel ashamed for who they are or who they chose to be with, and if someone has a problem with any of that, well-

Who cares?

All they need is each other. Everyone else can just kindly f off, pls and ty.

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However, can I just say I love how deep your ask actually is? It´s so great to see some of yall coming up with your own scenarios and ideas, just sort of spinning the story further for yourselves. Seeing that kind of passion is truly rewarding. 🥰❤️

Like, the sisters interacting with the town´s ppl is something I´ve been thinking about as well only today actually. At some point, being seen by the public will become inevitable since they do need groceries and other stuff, now that they gotta take care of a hooman. So, I´ve been kinda wondering how that could go down, especially when it´s their very first "outing."

Somehow, I can´t imagine Tanya being overly fond of the idea, lol. If it was up to her (which...it kinda is, lel), then MC would remain sitting or lying down somewhere all day, looking pretty for her and only her, pls and ty. Like...she´s not good at sharing. At all. So, no grocery shopping for MC in the foreseeable future. 💀

I also really like the idea of Irina being forced to babysit while the others are out doing...something, lmao. Ofc this won´t happen until it can be assured that MC´s face will remain intact, but ye. I think it´s a hilarious thought and I might actually use it at some point. 🙃

OR:

Kate and MC on a shopping trip.

Can you imagine the absolute chaos as Kate just keeps throwing stuff into the cart cause "ye, looks like smt a human would use", some of them things MC has never seen before, didn´t even know they existed, and the stuff just keeps piling up and-

Meanwhile, MC´s over in the liquor section like-

💀💀💀

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BONUS - What do yall think:

How "famous" are the Denalis (and the sisters in particular) when it comes to the town´s ppl? 😏

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Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[bobbydagen24]

going back to my Peppy Dies idea for a Future film what would you think if the movie did legit have Poppy forgive the Villain who killed Peppy? or at least let them off the Hook in the end?

links above if your not caught up lol anyway

I talked before about how in this story idea there would be two ways of resolving the conflict either of which I feel would work in making Poppy's character stronger

either having her finally admit some of her morals and beliefs can't always work and sometimes some people do just need to be stopped with force and can't be redeemed or talked around.

or having her still stick to her ideals even after her dads death and trying to make peace with the villains Despite what they did and

tbh given this is Trolls I could kinda imagine them most likely going with the second option and maybe going all the way with the Forgiveness message

and even if the main villain of a story did legit kill Peppy Poppy would still Decide to forgive them and they'd even be let off the Hook in the end.

not only for her own peace of mind but also maybe just as a choice of her putting the Village first if this villain has their own community that they'd have to fight in order to get to them.

so she'd still actively try and choose the most peaceful option for everyone even if it meant having to let something as big as this go and move on with her life anyway.

and tbh I actually wouldn't mind that my problem with Poppy isn't her character's beliefs my problem is it doesn't really feel like she's had them properly tested and thus feels less admirable for lack of a better word.

her being kind and bubbly and constantly preaching to other people about giving second chances and family being important even if it isn't perfect and violence not being the answer.

are on the surface noble Traits for a character to have but imo its weakened a lot by her not actually having been properly challenged on these ideals.

instead it always seems to be people around her who have to go through the harsh extremes and still decide to maintain these values

like all the people Barb enslaved and who's homes she destroyed having to be cool with her roaming free at the end of the second movie and the Pop Queen buddying up to her.

or Branch having to go through everything he did with his family and despite their crappy behaviour in present day still decide to uphold poppy's values of family always being worth it even if they have major flaws.

Poppy herself preaches about stuff like this while never actually being the one Tested in the films

Viva was meant to be a test for her the writers literally said this but that doesn't really work imo

because frankly it isn't strong enough Viva had problems that were neither of their faults and honestly didn't effect Poppy that much

since she obviously would have just come back for her after they had saved Floyd anyway so their separation was only ever going to be temporary

even if Viva hadn't gotten over her decades long fear to come and help Poppy in the end so that wasn't really a test of Poppy's values at all tbh.

so yeah I feel this or something like this would work well in making Poppy a stronger character even if some people would say it would just be another example of Trolls being too forgiving of villains.

which it would to be fair but at least in this instance it would actually be character focused

unlike with Barb or Crimp getting let off the Hook in the past for no real Thematic or character Driven Reason.

what do you think about this idea? you can be Brutally Honest I Don't mind 😂😂😂😂

[casp1an-sea]

Airic Tevat

(Air-iss Tee-Vaht)

(why’d I make her so Hot????)

Birth Year: idk I haven’t decided what Era she’s from yet lol

Age: 29 (yk like Han in ANH! I’m lookin’ At you disney)

Species: Twi’lek

Gender: Female, She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 6’1”

Ocupation: Smugler/Co pilot

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Personality: Airic is very snarky and sarcastic with a dry sense of humor and a lust for action. She loves fire fights, reckless flying. Anything you name it, she’s an adrenaline junky. She’s not one to hear around the bush she’s brutally honest. She’s also extremely loyal and caring. She will run headfirst into danger, not because it’s heroic but because hey I’m not getting any younger. She also has a soft spot for dance and music and becomes a much more gentle person when it comes to this.

Appearance: Airic has lavender skin and the triangular, diamond, and stripe marks on her lekku are a lavender but a lighter shade then her skin. Her eyes are sky blue. She is very thin and curvy but still muscular. She normally wears a black flight suit and white under shirt. She wears black head gear with cut outs for her ear cones and a purple scarf over it. She has thick eyebrows with 2 slits in one and a scar through the other. She always wears a charm necklace left to her by her mother. Her style is more rustic soldier which is in great contrast to her beautiful and intricate dance costumes that she makes herself.

Weapons: E-11 blaster rifle

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TW: Slavery

Backstory: Airic’s mother (or bloodline depending on which era she’s in) we’re part of the Twi’lek’s sent into slavery by Orn Free tah. Airic’s mother did not know she was pregnant at the time and had the child in secret. But when Airic was five she was found out and her mother was publicly executed infront of a party with Airic being forced to watch. Airic was then taken on as a servent girl and trained in dance so she could be a dancer once she had matured. She atempted many escapes but her master likes her quite alot sending hole fleets to retrieve her. On one of these escape attempts she ran into a man named Cane who was impressed by her flying skills. Came then gave her master enough money to buy a Star destroyer so he could take her off his hands. Except the money was counterfeit and Airic was in on it. Then the two of them ran and he offered her a job as his copilot. She now works for cane in his beat up gunship the Juggernaut. The two of them are very close and always having banter. The other member of their crew is a reprogrammed KX security droid K5-z6 AkA KZ.

Airic still loves to dance she wanted to take something forced upon her and do it on her own terms because when she dances she feels closest to her mother.

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Art by @not-so-allegiant-general

Art by @kira-mortham

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@xen-blank, @thehollowwriter, @l7k-a, @ferris-the-wheel, @keii-starz

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@theosb0rnway @fizzydreamz @ravenwing0110

@diabollicallyangelic @xentari94 @tomatette

@dragonflies-draw-flame @sunshinechildskywalker

[deliciouskeys]

okay like being entirely honest i absolutely adore homelander i think he's stunning and i love the content people make for him but like... something that kinda bothers me and stops me from being able to fully enjoy homelander smut especially is the fact that he's literally a r*pist? and the way he treats women in the show is appalling i don't even care if it's the influence of trauma in his life it still makes me feel really uncomfortable..... idk it's just been on my mind recently since i've only recently been actively engaged with the fandom.

and like the whole butcher x homelander thing is really cute and the art for it is great and the memes are funny and whatever, but at the same time...... HL literally sa'd the love of butcher's life and constantly endangers the life of her son, and butcher has committed his life to destroying him....idk i just think about it whenever i see any homelander content. it's sad though. i have to catch myself whenever i find myself liking him too much because i have to remind myself how awful he is.

of course this isn't meant to hurt anyone who makes/enjoys the content!! but.... hmph. idk. does any of that make sense lmao?

Well, Anon, I’m not sure what you mean by “fully enjoy”. Everyone’s mileage may vary and you’re not obligated to like all content for a character or pairing.

“The whole butcher x homelander thing is really cute”

Ha! Well it can be, but I think there’s always an undercurrent of LOL DARK in this pairing. Most people in Butchlander fandom seem to have a morbid streak of humor and most are pretty sober about the fact that this is enemy slash with a good reason to be enemies (at least for one side). It helps that Billy Butcher is no saint, it helps that HL has an unusual backstory, but if you don’t like reading about bad people getting it on, you probably won’t like it.

There are a few writers that I know who just outright reject the r*pe part of show canon (not my preference, but you can indulgently hc whatever you want, anon, no one is stopping you).

Personally: Homelander is not only a rapist, but does a lot of other bad shit too. The fics I enjoy the most are probably ones where his warped logic and skewed values are depicted explicitly, actually, and where he’s put into bad enough straits to re-examine some of that. My indulgent saccharine hc is that the effects of being raised in a lab as a weapon can be at least partially undone by tough but genuine love— yes, precisely from a person HL has hurt, where the love is definitely not transactional, rather than from Vought personnel to whom he’s bringing benefit and profits. … And that Billy would ever provide that, given particular sets of circumstances 😅

Fics that that have made me uncomfortable (and I still read them lol): ones where HL brutally r*pes Billy (basically Billy Butcher whump for having the hubris to think he could defeat a supe), and ones where HL enters a relationship with Billy having r*ped and/or outright murdered Becca and Billy doesn’t know about it (to me this is the most disturbing, heh, makes HL more evil than he is on the show).

As for art… a picture is worth a thousand words, and a thousand words isn’t going to be able to address all intricacies, so you’re even more free to hc whatever backstory you want onto a piece.

TL;DR you can enjoy this pairing to whatever capacity you find enjoyable. I think you should also give yourself some slack and enjoy things that you’re naturally drawn to that may not be morally upright, but that’s just my opinion :)

[bcbdrums]

Just Love Me

What, an actual fanfic and not just tiny quotes? It's a mediocre offering but yes, an actual story.

Anyway, this fic is a direct sequel to Just Hold Me. You need to have read that story first to understand this one.

This fic includes the warnings: non-graphic mentions of sexual assault; mildly descriptive sex scene. This fic is an extremely solid M-rating in my mind.

Writer's honest opinion, I feel like I didn't wrap this up well enough and that it needs a third sequel... I only addressed one of the issues, and I'm not sure I addressed it well at all. But. This fic has been sitting "complete" for over two years now, I've no one to beta, and it's time to get it moving. If it's lousy y'all can be brutally honest, lol.

Okay, on to the angst...

Read on: FFn AO3 My Fanfics Masterpost

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Just Love Me

Drakken stood silently in the bedroom doorway, watching his wife. She lay on her back in their bed, blankets askew at her waist. Her hair was mussed all around her where she had tossed and turned, and her palms lay flat on her chest and abdomen where her dark gray t-shirt was also a bit twisted from her restlessness. She was wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling.

Drakken had been watching her for nearly thirty minutes. Her eyes had been closed when he came back to the room, though she hadn't been asleep. And it was clear she hadn't slept at all for the hour he had left before that, working quietly in the den in hopes that she might finally sleep.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Only 2:46 p.m.

Shego never slept anymore. Not since... Since the incident.

Things had only gotten worse since the interrogations by Global Justice and the police, inquiring into Sangerson's death.

Drakken had been offended that neither organization seemed to put any weight on the attack against his wife that had led to her accidentally killing Sangerson in self-defense. And when he had finally exploded at the authorities after their insinuation that she had acted deliberately, they had finally apologized. Or rather, offered the excuse that since no prison on Earth had ever been able to hold the former villainess, it seemed unbelievable that one average human, criminal though he was, had managed it.

On the bed, Shego suddenly lurched onto her side. Drakken's eyes widened and he made his presence known.

"Shego?" he asked in fear.

"Gonna throw up..." she mumbled as she held her stomach and her breaths became heavy.

Drakken grabbed the wastebasket and held it beneath her face where she had leaned over the edge of the bed. She recoiled only slightly, and then stared past him at the floor as she tried to steady herself. He watched as her breaths gradually began to slow, and then after about a minute she cautiously lay back on the bed. She set one hand over her abdomen again, but the other she placed on her forehead as she closed her eyes, her lips parted and her brow furrowed as she continued to struggle.

Drakken's heart was racing. She hadn't been physically sick in the days that had passed. It didn't make any sense... Except...

"Morning sickness?" he asked carefully.

"Maybe," she said softly, her eyes opening briefly as she considered. After a few seconds she closed them again, her voice falling to a whisper. "I think it's still too soon."

Drakken's heart sank in despair. She barely ate. She didn't go to work anymore (per his demand, she was on stress leave). She lay in bed for half the day more often than not, but never napped and could barely get a few hours of sleep at nights. Now she was getting ill.

As fearful as he was for her, he had an equally great fear for the new life that was growing inside her.

Drakken was a scientist. As soon as they had learned Shego was pregnant, he had started his research. He knew how important it was for mothers to have stress-free pregnancies in order for the healthy development of the baby. Especially in the earliest weeks.

He watched for another minute as her breathing gradually evened. She swallowed slowly, and he saw how dry her lips were. He glanced at the two nightstands and saw no cup indicating she'd had water that day. He looked back at her as she switched which hand was on her abdomen and which was on her forehead.

Drakken felt the fear begin to tighten his chest. He cleared his throat softly and then set his hand softly next to hers over her middle. But at the moment his fingers made contact, she startled slightly. His heart hurt even more. Despite the audible warning he'd given, she still hadn't been sure...

He looked at her face. Some of the worry lines in her forehead had faded. He hoped his touch was helpful... No, he knew it was. But she was still struggling a lot more with all that had happened than she had expected herself to. It made him wonder at times if she'd actually told him the entire truth of what had happened. He would then immediately remind himself she had no reason to lie. Unless to spare his feelings...

He went back and forth over it in his mind for several minutes. But as he had gotten the train of thought going, he suddenly found he couldn't shake it as he looked at her distressed face and listened to her shallow breaths. He pinched his eyes shut, furious with himself. But his lips moved anyway.

"Shego... Are you sure you...told me everything, about what happened? I mean...was there anything else you...should have told me?"

He wasn't sure about his phrasing. He didn't want to sound like he was accusing her of anything at all.

She looked just as confused as he felt. She studied him for a long moment trying to decipher his meaning, and then her eyes became a bit clouded.

"Did you...want to hear the details...?" She looked very reticent. He quickly shoook his head.

"No, I...I just..." He looked down. He looked up again. "I just want to help you. I don't know what to do, Shego... And I don't want to make you have to think about it. But I can't figure out what's wrong..."

Shego looked back at the ceiling. She gave him a brief, knowing glance. Yes, he knew that her nightmares were part of why she couldn't sleep anymore... But he was losing her in the daylight hours too. He was losing...all of her.

Her hand slid atop his on her abdomen and she laced their fingers together.

"Actually...that might help."

"What?" Drakken asked. Her cautious but hopeful eyes met his.

"Talking about it... Maybe then I won't think about it every time I close my eyes."

Drakken's breath caught. He...he didn't actually want to hear it. Just the thought.... Knowing that another man had touched his wife, was bad enough.

The hope began to fade from Shego's eyes. He tightened his fingers on hers.

"If you think it will help you..." he said quietly, his throat tight.

She gave him a grateful look, even though she appeared uncertain herself. Her other hand left her forehead and hugged herself across her chest.

"I remember pain when I came to, from the knockout stuff... He was digging his fingers into my hip, and yanking on my zipper. But he'd already broken it..."

Drakken watched a broad array of emotions play across her face as she recalled all of the details of the horrendous event. He knew his own face was a mirror of hers at times with the horror and fear of what she had endured as the tale drew out to be several minutes. But he also grew angrier as she began to confirm many of his assumptions. The thought crept into his mind again that if the vile criminal weren't already dead, Drakken would have killed him himself.

Suddenly, Shego squeezed his hand hard.

"Drakken."

He startled from his thoughts and felt the furious grimace on his face. He forced it away before meeting her eyes. She looked afraid, disturbed...sympathetic, and even hopeful.

"I'm going to be okay. Don't...don't be like that," she said, reaching her free hand to his cheek.

He mirrored her gesture and then let his hand come to rest on her shoulder as his face fell.

"But you're not okay..." he whispered. "You're not getting better. You can't even sleep..."

Fear of losing her suddenly assaulted him like an enveloping darkness. He sank down to sit on his heels next to the bed, closing his eyes against the dreadful sensation. Every moment of every day, she seemed to be slipping away from him. And he didn't know how to bring her back.

He carelessly brought her held hand to his lips and kissed her fingers as his mind continued to race. She was his entire world... He could have only her and nothing else, and he would still feel he had everything... And he was losing her.

"Do that again?"

He opened his eyes to the sound of her quiet voice and looked at her in question.

"Kiss me."

He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them long and slow, feeling the strength in her bones while his eyes never left hers. A yearning and a desperation was building behind her dark gaze, and a moment later her hand was behind his neck, gently pulling him to her.

He met the warmth of her lips in a soft caress, pouring love through the tender touch until they both needed to come up for air. Drakken gasped softly, breathlessly, and stared at her. The hopeful look in her eyes had faded, and she was looking past him, away at a point in the room.

"I think I know what would help..." she murmured.

Drakken's brow rose. If she thought something would help, why did she look so...?

"I think..." she said hesitantly, "if we made love... But..."

"I don't think I can," Drakken blurted out. A moment later, he blinked as he realized Shego had said the exact same words in unison with him.

It wasn't even a question in his mind. Of course she couldn't, how could she possibly want to with the dreaded memories so fresh and their pain still affecting her?

Shego was shifting over, and Drakken crawled up onto the bed to lay next to her, leaning up on his side as she continued to speak, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling again as she usually did throughout the days.

"I don't feel like me anymore. I feel like...like part of me was stolen. Except...somehow, it was part of me that...that wasn't really me. It was you," she said, turning her worried eyes to his again. "I know that doesn't make any sense..."

Drakken watched her as he tried to process her meaning. It was undeniably true that there was something special and transcendent about...being one with her. He wondered not for the first time if that was something normal between couples, or unique to them. He'd only been with Shego, so he had no basis for comparison. But it was unquestionably, the greatest feeling on Earth.

"It...makes sense..." he said slowly.

And it did. Because he had repeatedly and angrily had the thought that she had been stolen from him; that something rightfully only his had been forcibly removed, torn out with a dagger and leaving her with jagged bleeding wounds that no medicine knew how to heal. Except that the wounds were also in him somehow.

When he considered his own pain, it was always followed with the very primal thought that he needed to reclaim her; that although the other man had only gone so far and that his actions were hated, Drakken still needed to take his woman back in a very physical way, proving that he had the only right to her.

It was a strange thought that slightly disturbed him if he thought about it for too long. But now, looking at the desperation in Shego's eyes... Somehow and inexplicably...it seemed to be exactly what was needed. And she felt the same way.

"But...I can't," Shego said quietly, her gaze becoming half-lidded as she stared sadly at the ceiling.

Drakken kissed her cheek. "Neither can I," he said with understanding.

Shego took a breath and her lips parted, but after a long moment she let the air go in a wordless exhale. Drakken watched as her eyes began to take on the same worried expression they had held for over a week now. His heart sank.

She suddenly looked at him. "I think talking about it helped," she said quietly.

Drakken's brow rose. "It did?"

Shego nodded, and then her gaze returned to the ceiling.

Drakken sighed, although his chest felt slightly less tight. That was at least a tiny move in the right direction. But would it be enough?

As the familiar fear of losing her came over him, he lay down and slowly pressed himself closer to her, releasing her hand and draping his arm over her and holding her gently. He closed his eyes as he felt her begin to relax against him. That was one constant that always helped soothe his fears. He could only hope it had the safe effect on her.

"Try to sleep, please Shego," he said softly.

He felt her sigh, and he barely moved or said another word as several minutes passed. But finally, he felt her breathing even out. He waited another several minutes before carefully removing his arm and moving away from her warmth. He didn't want to leave her, but he needed to get back to work.

As he crept away from the bed and out of the room, he missed Shego's eyes staring after him in silent desperation.

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Over the next few days, Drakken was saddened to find that not much had changed. If talking through the ordeal had helped her, there was no outward evidence of it. The only thing he noticed that was different was that Shego seemed to be watching him more, rather than staring away at nothing.

If he was moving around in the bedroom, she was watching him. When he was cooking and when they had their meals, she watched him. And she even sat in the den more often and watched him working.

He didn't have to wonder what it meant for long, as at the end of the third day when he had entered the bedroom after finishing his work for the night, Shego was sitting up in bed waiting for him. She was wearing a lacy, sky-blue nightdress that was designed to entice.

"I need you!" she blurted out with quiet urgency before he had finished closing the door behind him.

He paused and stared at her, his mind immediately racing through the various things he thought may go wrong with that particular endeavor.

"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously. He couldn't bear the thought of further traumatizing her by unknowingly...touching her a certain way, or saying the wrong words in the wrong tone, or something.

"Yes," she said almost anxiously. She leaned back on her elbows in the bed, bending her knees and pointing her toes. The pose was sultry and alluring. But her eyes were worried.

He approached the bed anyway, not willing to deny her anything that might help by that point. It had been over two weeks now. He was so worried for her, and the baby...

When he sat down and scooted nearer to her, her arms were already outstretched. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down before he had even gotten his feet off the floor, and began kissing him. Drakken answered her touch and was surprised at how quickly she began untucking his shirt and undoing his buttons.

The familiar touch of her hands was like salve on a wound. But that feeling instantly brought confusion. It wasn't supposed to be about him feeling better. It was supposed to be about healing her scars.

That thought threw his mind into clinical mode, and as he kissed her he became less aware of her hands pulling off his clothing and her lips meeting his adoringly. He was too busy wondering exactly what he was supposed to do in order to most safely accomplish the goal.

"What's wrong?" Shego asked, her lips finally releasing his and her head falling back to the pillow. She looked confused and concerned.

"What do you mean?" Drakken asked as he sat up and finished pulling off his shirts.

"You're not... You don't seem very..." she paused and looked him over as he kicked off his shoes slid out of his pants, "interested."

Drakken looked at her uncertain expression. He didn't need to look at his crotch to know nothing was happening there. He realized that the way he had been thinking, he was never going to be able to get focused enough.

"Sorry, I was...I was just worrying," he said honestly, leaning over her to kiss her again.

He tried to focus on what he was supposed to feel. The touch of her lips meeting his so perfectly, her hands running up his arms and holding his shoulders, and her knee pushing between his legs and trying to move him closer to her.

None of it was helping. He'd been stuck so long in a state of concern, that he was barely affected by her attentions. He sighed in frustration and sat up again, his brow furrowing. Shego looked at him in confusion and sadness.

"Hold on..." he said, looking down at her and starting to let his eyes roam over her body.

"Do you...not want to?" Shego asked, a hurt and even more worried look coming into her eyes.

"No, no I just...sorry, give me a second," he said, letting his eyes take in every inch of her.

He looked at her feet, and the perfect symmetry of her shapely legs. He looked at the way the hem of the short, lacey nightdress fell over her thighs at just the right spot to entice, but still left everything to the imagination.

As his eyes continued upward his goal of arousal was interrupted again by the memory of bruises on her skin. His gaze fixed on her clothed hip, where he had seen the dark bruises in the pattern of fingerprints weeks ago. Where her attacker had simply taken out his fury at not being able to do worse to her. It made Drakken's heart beat harder.

The uncomfortable, primal desire he'd been having to reclaim her started to return. He latched onto that feeling and forced it to grow by recalling the horrid memories she'd shared with him of her experience. Of words spoken that were nothing but hate, and of violating touches of hands and lips.

It made him angry. She was his wife. His only. No one else had the right. And the recollection of her descriptions was indeed starting to stir something in him that he could only describe as territorial. He needed to reclaim her as his own. And that thought was finally building his arousal.

"Drakken?"

He brought his eyes up to her face and he was instantly shaken out of his thoughts. Shego looked...afraid.

"What's wrong?" she asked, leaning away from him slightly. Her voice was thin.

He shifted toward her, beginning to comprehend his mistake, and with the movement caught a glimpse of his reflection in their vanity mirror. He met his own gaze and saw the cold anger he had allowed to build, mixed in with an almost blind determination... And then seeing the confused and frightened look on his wife's face...still trusting, despite how he looked...

"I..." He turned back to her, forcing everything he had been thinking out of his mind. "I'm sorry. I was...thinking about what happened, since I was having trouble..." he said with a gesture. "But when I think about everything, I get angry, and it...it makes me want to..."

He paused and frowned at himself. Would she like the words that had been running through his mind? Thoughts of claiming her, possessing her, and making her his again? Even though she'd not really been taken from him...

He saw Shego shift away again and his eyes snapped back to focus on hers. She wasn't happy.

"You have to...be angry to...?" she asked. Her gaze darkened and she looked past him with the worried and fearful stare he'd become accustomed to seeing on her. "I don't...want you angry."

Drakken reached out for her, desperate to erase the last few moments and apologize. But Shego lay down and turned away from him, curling in on herself.

"I need you," she said quietly.

The sound of her sniffling was what brought the lump to Drakken's own throat. He slowly lay down and cautiously set his hand on her bare shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Shego. I'm so sorry."

Her hand reached back and grabbed his, and he took it as a sign that it was okay to be closer. He slowly curled up against her back. And when he felt her frame shaking with silent cries she was struggling to control, he couldn't stop tears from coming to his eyes.

"I'm so sorry..." he repeated, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. He was relieved that she leaned into him, rather than pulling away like he feared.

"Can't..." Shego said tearfully, "can't you...just love me?"

Drakken's heart broke at her words. He held her tighter as he silently cried into her hair.

He realized then that the horrible things she had endured wasn't something either of them could just get over. The sordid incident was something they would both have to heal from and work through. And probably for a long time.

He also realized that she had been right about him that night everything had happened. He was bottling it up, just as she'd thought. He was trying to be strong for her. But he was just getting weaker for the both of them.

"Can't you just love me?"

Her sad, desperate words resonated in his mind. Couldn't he?

He thought of the way she had first kissed him when he sat down on the bed minutes ago. The way her lips had poured adoration and desire into every touch, and the way her hands had spoke of yearning and need as she had embraced him and tried to pull off his clothing.

She...'just loved' him. And in those moments she hadn't appeared worried about memories or pain, the way he was. She trusted him. She trusted his love. And he had very nearly violated it.

He scowled at himself for a moment before shaking it away and focusing again on what she wasn't saying explicitly, but what was implied. She trusted him to heal her mental and emotional scars. She wanted him to. And he didn't need to worry in excess about being careful as long as...all he did, was...

"Yes I can," he said aloud into her hair.

"What?" Shego murmured, sniffling again.

Drakken leaned back and gently pushed her shoulder until she lie down, looking up into his eyes. He rubbed his face to get the tears away and then gently used the back of one knuckle to dab at hers.

"I can...just love you."

Her brow rose slightly, and her eyes remained uncertain. Drakken ignored the fresh damage he had caused in favor of sitting up, taking her hand, and kissing it.

He kissed the back of her hand, and along the length of each of her fingers. His caresses were slow and lingering, giving attention to every joint and muscle and inch of lovely green skin. He turned her hand over and gave the same attention to her palm.

Instead of worrying about what she may not want, he thought of how lucky he was to have her. How lucky he was that she had chosen him, when she could have had her pick of men. And that her choosing him was the result of nothing less than a deep, passionate love she had expressed to him from their first kiss, to the simple gestures she made for him throughout each day.

"It's all I've ever wanted..." he murmured absently, only realizing he'd spoken the thought aloud when he felt Shego shift nearer to him.

As he kissed her wrist he looked up into her eyes, and he saw that the worry was fading. He continued his attentions, kissing the soft, pale skin on the inside of her forearm, and then gently turning her arm to kiss the slightly rougher skin at her elbow.

"You're beautiful," he said shakily, smiling down at her as he continued the rain of kisses over her flawless green skin. It might be too late that afternoon to redeem the precious moment of normalcy she had initiated, but he would try as long as she let him.

She pulled her arm out of his grasp and looped it around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her lips. Again her touch was nothing but loving, and full of need. It fueled his desire, and also his determination to demonstrate what he had failed to do before. He loved her with all that he was, and he wasn't going to let her have any doubt that love was the only reason he was in their bed preparing to ravish her.

He leaned away and out of the grasp of her fingers, despite the small whimper she gave, and he moved to sit up between her legs. He picked up one of her feet and set it atop his shoulder and then turned his head to kiss her ankle. She smelled of fresh apples, the scent of her soap, and he knew she had just come from the shower. He lifted her foot again and kissed its sole. The tiniest and briefest of giggles was the response, since she was ticklish there.

Drakken grinned, calm beginning to return, and he set her foot back on his shoulder and held it carefully with one hand so he could lean forward to kiss along her calf. His free hand began running up and down the inside of her thigh, massaging the firm flesh as his lips attended to the rest of her leg.

Shego's fingers wiggling into the elastic band that held his boxers at his waist broke his focus, and he paused and rested his cheek against her leg as he smiled at the happy and yearning look on her face. It was only the relief in her eyes that reminded him that all was not well, and there was more weight to his actions now than perhaps any of the other intimate times they had shared.

He set her leg down and moved to divest himself of his last article of clothing while she pushed herself to sit upright. She lifted her arms, and he gently pulled off her lacy blue nightgown. As soon as she was free, her arms went around him. Drakken had expected a kiss, but she instead she clung to him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder.

He held her close in response, his hands pushing her hair aside to feel the warmth of her back. He rested his cheek against her head as he slowly rubbed up and down her smooth skin. He hoped he was finally helping her... He hoped his foolishness of before, despite the insistent thoughts in his head, wouldn't further harm her.

His thumb and fingers massaged the base of her neck while his other hand traveled in long and slow broad strokes over her back. After several passes he boldly slid his hand down to grip her rear, and after another slow rub of her back he added kneading the softer flesh to the routine.

Shego sighed into his neck and relaxed heavily against him, her tight grip loosening to be merely firm as her fingers moved to clutch his shoulders. He was forced to shift as she suddenly snuggled nearer, bringing them as closely together as she could while they were sitting up, and then pressing her cheek to his.

Drakken wasn't sure how long they sat simply holding each other, but he spent the time forcing his mind to calm. Shego was safe, in his arms. Despite how she had been slipping away from him for days, somehow...she was finding her own way back to him. And all she wanted from him, and was eager to give, was love...

He turned his head to kiss her temple, and then continued to place small, soft kisses over her face. He felt her relax even further, and soon she was returning the kisses across his jaw and cheekbones. When their lips finally met, the passion was a familiar yet soothing fire. He focused on that sensation, and the desire for her that bloomed in his chest with the tender caress of her lips.

She still clung tightly to him, kissing him deeply as he finally lowered them down and reached back to tug the blankets over them. And then he braced himself on his elbows as he stretched out and settled comfortably to look into her eyes. The faintest hint of worry had returned, and he leaned down to kiss her neck and shoulders briefly as he wove his fingers into her hair.

"Okay?" Drakken asked softly, bringing his eyes back to hers.

Her response was to tighten her arms around him and kiss him with yearning, and he closed his eyes and placed his forehead against hers as he tentatively completed their union. He held back his instinctive moan of pleasure, but his eyes fluttered open when he heard her familiar, softer one. It was an assurance he needed, and with his fingers in her hair beside her face as he stared down at her, he made love to her with gentle slowness.

Of all people in the world, Shego had chosen him. The perfect woman had chosen him, and wanted him. It was with that immense feeling of gratitude that he poured love into her and hoped she knew how happy her love made him.

Yes, he could just love her. He would love her no matter what. It was all he ever wanted to do.

He only broke eye contact with her to blink or to kiss her, their noses touching briefly in between with each of their joint movements. He felt a thrill when she began to sigh softly with pleasure and responded to him with like passion. And as the minutes passed he watched the change take place in her eyes far faster than he'd expected. Her worry dissolved as she gazed back at him, her verdant eyes staring back into his and searching for love. With each passing moment, everything about her calmed, the remaining tension in her body vanishing and her gaze becoming adoring and grateful as he stared at her with all the love in his heart. When tears started to brighten her eyes he kissed them away, and her soft sighs grew slightly louder with her happiness. He was surprised to feel his own eyes stinging as they stared at one another, but he didn't care as he smiled both in relief and in their shared joy as their eyes communicated the answers they had both needed.

She was going to be fine. And as long as she was, so would he.

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Drakken woke up with a start, but then relaxed with a deep sigh. He lay on his back, his arms surrounding his wife who was also on her back and half-atop him as she slept soundly. He wasn't sure what woke him, his heart still calming from the sudden change from deep sleep to staring at the early-evening light in the bedroom. But sudden realization caused his heart to leap again in a massive wash of relief.

The worry lines were gone from Shego's forehead. Her eyes weren't pinched shut in pain, and her mouth wasn't fixed into a permanent grimace. For the first time since that horrid day she looked to be at peace. And finally, she was asleep.

Drakken carefully tugged the blankets higher around them, and then settled back into the pillows as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest with her peaceful breaths.

He watched her for what may have been hours, afraid of something waking her and determined to lull her back to sleep somehow should that occur. But when the light under the curtains finally faded to darkness, he couldn't fight the pull against his eyelids. As he slipped back into slumber, he found her hand with his and laced their fingers together in a solid reminder of what he now understood he had irrationally doubted: she was, had always been, and would only ever be his.

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Tag Game

Woo I've never done one of these before! I was tagged by both @ineedlelittlespace and @snugglyeldritchjellyfish , thank you! :)

Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better. I know a lot of the people following me from discord already so I'm just gonna...tag some people lol. Feel free to ignore if you don't want to do the tag game yourself!

Last song: Never Gonna Not Dance Again by P!nk is playing in my headphones as I type this :) I love P!nk, I'm far too young to have been a fan since she got started but I discovered her newer music a few albums ago and she has a new one out that I've had on repeat all week. Love how brutally honest and yet optimistic her music is.

Last show: I don't watch a lot of TV, hmm...I think the last show I watched on my own was Good Omens, which was fun! I've also been watching Battlebots with my family over my break--we're a liiiiittle behind, we're still catching up on the 2021 tournament XD (don't spoil me!! we've got a bracket going!)

Last movie: Genuinely cannot remember. Possibly Into the Spiderverse, which I finally watched for the first time in like...September, and might rewatch tomorrow with my little brother before I head back to school. (It's sooooo goood)

Currently watching: 2-year-old Battlebots with my family, but that's it! I don't do a lot of TV.

Currently reading: I haven't been reading much lately, and when I do I tend do go through books in a day or two and then be done with them....I did just finish a reread of This Is How You Lose The Time War that I started months ago lol. Just as good on the second read through! That book is poetry, highly recommend.

Current obsession: Still deep in the murderbot fandom, although I don't know if I'd call it an obsession lately...I'm tired, lol. Other small-scale obsessions lately: the Wacom tablet I checked out over break and have been learning to use with Clip Studio Paint, the way the sun looked on the 7 inches of snow on the ground today, and really good vanilla ice cream.

Tagging some people, but no pressure if you don't want to! And if I didn't tag you but you see this and want to participate, consider yourself tagged :) @fishdetective @mercurialfeet @mintowls @just-a-lonelypenguin @cephaliarch (I can't tag your main for some reason??) and @voidlingremnata

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12, 17, 19, 31 and 48 for anyone you feel like <33

ship asks | accepting!

doing these at random / whatever gives me the biggest inspo because this would be a novel if I did everyone LOL <3

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

I'd say all of them have a healthy / appropriate distance from each other and are pretty content with it. But I will say, Imani/Nick are definitely the ones who spend the most time together and feel it the most when they're not around each other. I like to think they spend a lot of their free-time together, so whenever Nick is away Imani gets quite lonely and misses him a lot :< it's not necessarily neediness or codependency, she's just always used to him being there and it's nice.

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

Theo/Sloane - Their communication is 10/10 but they could work on how they say things! They're both brutally honest (in a jokey unserious way too) so I feel like a lot of their concerns would be addressed instantly. They also strike me as the couple who will openly say whatever thought pops in their head - without judgement - and just slip into random conversations. They just get each other.

Similar thing for Luci/Astur! Since they started off kind of as complete strangers, they'd be more direct about communication (if that makes sense??). But there's never any hard feelings. It's something that's help lay down a foundation of honesty in their relationship. Just being 100% Though I feel like emotions wise they're more reserved. Especially Luci.

On the opposite end, I feel like during their relationships Valeria/Sunwoo weren't very open with each other. Unless it was something negative that needed to be addressed, they had no problem airing that out with each other. As for more soft and loving communication? That rarely happened, mostly due to Sunwoo's hesitance. Val mostly tried to go along with it and be like "yes I'm totally fine :))) " all the repressed emotions from both ends. (also, this has inspired a new headcanon about their relationship. pls see me for more details <3 asjkl )

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Lance/Quinn - a hundred percent yes! Sometimes she'll lounge around in his shirts, which are cutely oversized on her. I also feel like Quinn likes to clip little pink bows or accessories onto Lance's clothes for "more color" and he's like 'cute' and goes along with it so Quinn can be happy. and he secretly likes that they kinda match.

Dean/Isa - I think she would like to borrow his jackets, shirts, and maybe hats to accessorize her outfit with. Dean lowkey has a lot of cool clothing tbh. I could also see her lounging around in his pajama pants or sweatpants! On the flipside, Dean would occasionally borrow her necklaces and rings because he likes accessories.

Trinity/Duygu - Trini always lets Duygu borrow or even keep a lot of her clothing items of accessories. It started off as Trinity being like "wait I have just the thing to make your outfit perfect" and now it's a regular thing. They also share lipstick!

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Trinity/Duygu - Every weekend and it's non negotiable! They both have very busy schedules during the work week, so they always make it a point to keep the weekends for themselves as much as possible. It's usually always Trinity booking them dinner at a high end restaurant or them going to a brunch or farmer's market in the morning.

Similar to above, Audrie/Luca like to reserve weekends for each other, as long as there's no prior commitments. Sometimes it's quiet dates with each other at a nice restaurant, or staying in to cook and have a bottle of wine. Sometimes they'll do more fun kid-related activities when Mikey is with them. Her favorite is making sunday dinner, where she'll invite Luca and Mikey over for a small, intimate dinner. Very sweet and cozy, they feel like a family

On the opposite end, the couple that rarely goes on dates would be Lance/Lucy. Believe me, he wants to take her out all the time and asks her time after time, but Lucy always has an excuse or an obligation to her actual boyfriend. On the rare chance they do have dates, he plans something very private but also very elaborate so he can 'show off' and impress her. It probably a once a month thing but trust me, he goes all out :') lol

Also !! we haven't done anything with them yet, but Aisha/Mary definitely give off the vibes where Aisha always asks Mary out on spontaneous dates. It's always like "wanna go out to dinner or dancing in like an hour??" or "we're going to paris in a few days wanna go??"

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

Trinity/Duygu - Ok so Trin has definitely made hints and references to wanting to marry Duygu and things like that. I don't believe it's been a full blown serious conversation yet, but the way Trinity speaks about the future definitely has Duygu included.

Miyoung/Flynn - Hear me out, they do talk about their future together but not in a serious way. It's almost always just Miyoung making offhanded joking comments like "when we live together we're getting 10 cats okay" or "I like dolphins. we should have them at our beach wedding" - or her sending those cutesy relationship memes about being together forever. It's very nonchalant that Flynn probably can't tell if she's serious or not. Even Miyoung doesn't know LOL

Lance/Lucy - let's not start that conversation lmaooo

[anxiouspregnantlady]

27+3

Hi! Things are going well - life feels rich, full, just enough. I'm very grateful. I sometimes imagine that I'm still not pregnant at this point in 2024 and how depressed I would feel. Instead, we have less than three months to go before Mei Mei is here, and will likely start Labor Watch in two months' time.

I am inching closer and closer to the third trimester. In the past week, I've noticed a sharp change in my overall level of function - suddenly, standing up from a sitting position is difficult, lying on my side feels bad, putting on a shoe is impossible. Still having tailbone pain. Walking is slow, but still okay. I've started to be able to articulate various body parts! I think Mei Mei is head down, with her spine running along my right belly, butt up against my right ribcage, and legs extending to my left. Will be fun to confirm at my appointment next week. She does move a ton, but it isn't usually painful...except when she hits some kind of nerve in my abdomen and it feels like an electric shock. P is as engaged and loving as ever (if a little possessive), wanting to give and feed and teach her sister the whole world.

Have started using magnesium spray - I get a bit of RLS at night. Climbing feels impossible. I went for what will probably the last time in a while this week, and ended up mostly just watching the Olympics, which was not a bad use of time. I finally bought another piece of maternity clothing - jean shorts - because the H&M at cherry hill mall miraculously had a few heavily discounted maternity pieces in their store. They're a tad big, but they have the adjustable waistband and no funny looking elastic or belly panel, and I feel quite confident I'll be able to wear them for a while. All my other shorts/pants options are slowly being put away. An elastic waist can only stretch so far. The only exception is skirts, because there is no rise to restrict how far up the skirt can sit, and thankfully I have two summer skirts and one fall skirt that I think will be on heavy rotation. I'm pleased that a pair of crossover aerie leggings I got at a thrift store is still very comfortable. The fabled lululemon align leggings (from goodwill, lol) are wearable, but to be brutally honest, not very comfortable. Heck, even my maternity bike shorts from amazon are feeling very tight! I'm only in the second trimester!

Sewing-wise, I'm full of ideas but short on time and also am loathe to be on the third floor for very long - it is the HOTTEST place in the house, and also happens to be my sewing room. Maybe this will be better in October. I would love to sew up a sleeveless nikko dress (turtleneck dress) in a veryyyyyy stretchy rib. I'm trying to gain confidence sewing knits. Also in a groove making XL boxy tshirts (free pattern, true bias jesse tee), the kind of shirts I want to labor in and sleep in because they're so roomy but still look feminine and cute. Also dreaming of making a bunch of sweats for postpartum, maybe some robe-type things, I have a lot of sweater rib knit from fabscrap. I think my plan for breastfeeding-friendly clothing is cropped tshirts and sweaters. Easy. This sounds a little silly, but I'm excited to be able to wear a bunch of my clothes again postpartum. Dressing has felt hard.

Onto less trivial matters...

I think we're set with our name. !!!! But still undecided with chinese name (though we have made progress in the past week).

Very tired, so that's all.

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

WVEN MORE INFO ON PERFECTIONISM. but this time it's the individual info of the members! once again, feel free to ask questions~

also i had to make a made up school for yoshihiro. just bc lol

under the cut!

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1. Arthesia Vignetta

• Units:

- Main unit: PERFECTIONISM ★

- Special unit: MISTAKE-ISM ★

• Profile:

- Gender: Female

- Birthday: February 9th

- Height: 5'9 cm

- School: Kamiyama High School (Class 1-B (release), Class 2-C (3rd anniversary))

- Hobbies: Drawing, writing

- Specialty: Speaking English fluently

- Favorite food: Chocolate, potato chips

- Least favorite food: Durians

- Dislikes: Making mistakes, math

- Image color: Pastel pink

"I wanna be someone who can be noticed by everyone in this world."

Arthesia Vignetta is a second year student at Kamiyama High School. She is the leader of the unit PERFECTIONISM ★.

• Background:

Arthesia is a normal student at Kamiyama High School. She has a rather normal life, and she is content with it! Unless school work didn't made her such a perfectionist. She strives to become the perfect student in the school, but at the same time, it seems like her attempts are only draining her...

2. Vanessa Starward

• Units:

- Main unit: PERFECTIONISM ★

- Special unit: ~Lies~

• Profile:

- Gender: Female

- Birthday: August 5th

- Height: 5'6 cm

- School: Miyamasuzaka Girls' High School (Class 1-A (release), Class 2-B (3rd anniversary))

- Hobbies: Bird watching

- Specialty: Lifting heavy objects with ease

- Favorite food: Biscuits, spicy fried rice

- Least favorite food: Anything sweet other than biscuits

- Dislikes: Being judged, overthinking

- Image color: Bright red

"I hate this. Now I kind of wish I wasn't here to begin with."

Vanessa Starward is a second year student at Miyamasuzaka Girls' High School. She is a member of the unit PERFECTIONISM ★.

• Background:

Vanessa seems like a kind-hearted and gentle girl who is willing to help anyone who needs it. Though, on the inside, she can be a bit rude and aggressive too. She is pretty brutally honest when she truly needs to. Behind the surface, however, there lies a...hidden version of her.

3. Fujimaro Ayuzawa

• Units:

- Main unit: PERFECTIONISM ★

- Special unit: ☆ Past miX ☆

• Profile:

- Gender: Male

- Birthday: December 27th

- Height: 5'10

- School: Kamiyama High School (Class 1-B (release), Class 2-A (3rd anniversary))

- Hobbies: Painting, drawing in general

- Specialty: Making watercolor paintings

- Favorite food: Bubblegum candy

- Least favorite food: Anything spicy

- Dislikes: Conflict

- Image color: Pastel blue

"Someday, I want to make a painting of all of us."

Fujimaro Ayuzawa is a second year student at Kamiyama High School. He is a member of the unit PERFECTIONISM ★.

• Background:

When it comes to making music and painting, Fujimaro is definitely an expert in both. Though in reality, he prefers to paint more than make music. He's quiet and doesn't talk much, only talking when he really needs to. In reality, sometimes he doesn't feel like he's worthy of being called...a "good painter".

4. Yoshihiro Oyama

• Units:

- Main unit: PERFECTIONISM ★

- Special unit: ~Lies~

• Profile:

- Gender: Male

- Birthday: June 1st

- Height: 5'11

- School: Kyūryū Boys' High School (Class 2-D (release), Class 3-A (3rd anniversary))

- Hobbies: ???

- Specialty: Attracting a lot of attention from just a glance

- Favorite food: None

- Least favorite food: None

- Dislikes: Being "perfect"

- Image color: Pastel purple

"I wonder what things would have been like if I wasn't like...this."

Yoshihiro Oyama is a second year student at Kyūryū Boys' High School. He is a member of the unit PERFECTIONISM ★.

• Background:

Yoshihiro Oyama; it is a name that has been known for the past two years now. Yoshihiro himself has been a young celebrity for so long, to the point where he has gained a lot of fans and has appeared in many talkshows. His charming looks and soothing voice would be enough to captivate any girl his age. But...

[whumpypunk]

Punk

She/her/they cis lesbian

Professional ghostwriter/Professional editor; I write and edit romance novels for clients. I've also started self-publishing under my own pennames.

Sideblog for writing/whump stuff! My main is @jeyuwuso

My favorite whump tropes include conditioning, Stockholm syndrome, pet whump, carewhumper, and intimate whump. I also love the comfort side of hurt/comfort, be it toxic or fluffy

I write a lot of NSFWhump, but I'll always tag it with both #nsfwhump and #nsft

I write about people getting sad and fucking about it, mostly

My mom once said I treat boys like kittens and no one has ever called me out so brutally before or since

OCs below the cut!

Gladwell & Hart: A ghostly private eye and a hapless medium make an unlikely crime-solving duo, and, eventually, an even unlikelier couple.

Harry Gladwell: He/they. Died at 29. Holocaust survivor. The ghost of a private eye from the late 1950s. He's stuck in the living realm until he solves his own murder. A snarky grump with a heart of gold, he's blunt and distrustful of the living, but he's always willing to help a fellow ghost in need.

Jared Hart: He/him. 32. A stoner psychic medium struggling to pay off his debts by opening a small business in Detroit. He created a semi-popular web comic, but abandoned it after a mental breakdown. Perpetually anxious with low self-esteem, he's loyal and empathetic to a fault.

RCW Romance: A romance series centered around the drama of the pro wrestling world. I know a lot of people aren't into wrestling OR romance novels lol, but I love these characters enough to write AUs of them too.

Asher Williams: He/him. 30. A bratty asshole raised by neglectful addicts, he lives to pick fights with anyone and everyone. He only likes about three people. He's hardheaded and rude, but he's also smart, honest, and protective of his loved ones. Dating Dean. Summer's best friend.

Dean Jones: He/him. 31. Charismatic, charming, and handsome, everyone sees him as a classic all-American hero. Secretly, he struggles with intense anxiety and struggles to get close to people. His kindness can make him a bit of a doormat. Dating Asher.

Summer Singh: He/him. 30. Having grown up living a nomadic lifestyle with New Age parents, he makes friends fast and loves being the center of attention. Though he can be careless and selfish - even childish - he's loving, genuine, and always looking to make other people happy. Dating Harlow and Io. Asher's best friend.

Harlow Cooper: He/him. 29. After a youth filled with abuse from both family and partners, he doesn't trust easily. Under an abrasive (and occasionally violently explosive) shell, he's a sensitive, artistic dreamer. Once someone earns his loyalty, they have it forever. Though he often lashes out, it's either due to fear or hurt. Dating Summer and Io.

Iokua "Io" Matua: He/him. 31. His gangbanger brother took the fall for him when he shot and killed their abusive father. Io spends his time trying to free his brother and make his sacrifice worth it. He's stoic, disciplined, honest, and understanding. He feels a deep responsibility to care for his loved ones. Dating Summer and Harlow.

(There are others, but these are the ones I'm most excited about)

[crystaldivination]

hi! this is for your fs game free reading thing (sorry lol idk what else to call it)

my name is belle (initials: brb), my pronouns are she/her, and my social sign is libra. this is for my future spouse (he/him)

my first impression of you is very strong-willed, savvy, and business-like? idk you just seem like a strong, empowered businessperson and brutally honest like i feel like you’d tell it how it is. and you also seem like someone with a dry sense of humor who says a completely out-of-pocket but funny ass comment at the worst time or during awkward moments 😂

HI LOVE, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING 🧡

You’re the first one to point out this other dual side of me although I don’t know about the last part since I don’t find myself to be the funny type but others do say that I normally say funny things with a straight face. Could be because I’m blunt but I usually don’t even try to be funny 😂

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