#and i said i was trying to read something and i cant concentrate when people talk

[theyarebothgunshot]

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[my-lunaberg]

Ohhhhh this is reminding me of this great c!Sam analysis i read on here hopefully I can find it again sometime, which basically said that Sam does a lot of immoral things while also wanting to be just and in the right more than anything else. I was reminded of it bc when I read that I immediately thought it had something to do with a need for validation (and maybe to a certain extend a need for affection?) and it really jumped out during this january 31st 2022 vod because Sam keeps trying to reassure himself that hes not an idiot and once Dream arrives he starts looking to him to reassure him of that. I should say that I dont think that has anything to do with Dream specifically, I think its just because hes the only person who could visit him and hes otherwise completely isolated

Also, like with Tommy during their most recent confrontation, Dream seems to be trying a lot less to actually manipulate Sam into liking him and treating him like a friend that you cant disobey at all costs because otherwise he'll threaten you with eternal torture and is focusing more on just tormenting him. To compare this to Tommys exile, on the very first day Dream was just insulting Tommy but then he immediately went over to being all nice and trying to befriend him (while also yknow, blowing up his stuff), but here he insults Sam on day one and keeps doing it on day two, although he has thrown him a crumb or two on both days. Its too eaely to really tell right now, but this is either him realizing his mistake and trying to change his strategy a bit or him being sloppier because he stopped caring. In case you couldnt tell, Im very much tending toward that last option. I think those few crumbs of "positivity" are either him wanting to deliberately torment Sam more by giving him these little crumbs of goodness which contrast against the torment and make it all the more pronounced, or him just kinda being in the habit of manipulating people and doing stuff like this almost reflexively. One of the many reasons why I like c!Dream so much and why I can get quite defensive and upset about other people disliking and/or misintrepreting him is that I relate to him a lot especially his manipulative tendencies bc I can also be quite shitty and manipulative at times, so like, Ive been there lol. Once you have this habit of attempting to manipulate people into doing what you want, its kinda hard to stop even when manipulating someone isnt even your goal. This is pretty complex and hard to explain but for me its that I often have to concentrate to not do it when Im around adults in particular, because my manipulative tendencies mostly 'come out' when Im in situations that upset me and that I want to leave and most of those involve adults. I would imagine Dream has a similar thing, except instead of his "trigger" being Having To Talk To Adults its like, Being Presented With Someone Vulnerable. Dont really know if that makes a whole lot of sense, I'll probably do a really long c!Dream character analysis once I finish the series where I might try to elaborate on these points/explain them more succinctly

Also Idk, Im not that far into it yet but Im noticing a fixation on trying to get Sam to admit that he was wrong and/or a hypocrite. i dont really have anything to say about that right now but I did think it was interesting. To kinda tie it back into my point about Sam wanting validation and to be seen as just, i guess Sam admitting it was wrong of him to imprison Dream or that hes a hypocrite for imprisoning him could signal him getting malleable/harmless and, since Sam would have to admit it to himself before admitting it to Dream it might damage his mental health a fair bit

[dojae-huh]

To that anon who simply downplayed taedo friendship.....

First this is a personal blog by a person who stan dy as their bias and even considering ty as his second boyfriend and you came here to talk some ridculous thing about taedo....wow you are a brave one though...

Secondly yes....everyone can express their view but ordering what to do or not do is something you shouldn't talk about...you dont have that kind of right....you were rude..

Secondly when you point out something please do it with evidences..let take a look ty how many times he mentioned dy in his speech is it becoz jn is his head full time??? and who said he is satisfied when dy said ty is cool?? Cant you see the smile everytime ty talk about dy? Whome ty wanted to get a back hug from and wanted to hear i love you from?..did he ask jn??not it is from dy right?....leave it did you watch the latest NCT show where dy and woo interviewed ty? Did you see ty's look or not? Wasn't he upset when dy said he is leaving?? And you saying dy act strange around ty? That's why woo said dy is going to treat ty after all music show ends??? Mygoodness how can you even talk about taedo when you cant see these small but sweet interaction of 2 bestfriends whom they consider as their emotional pillar?..

And lastly I am not trying to say johnny is not ty's bestfriends list...yes he is...like huh nim said they both need attention and comfort and they can give it to each other...but at some point they really need dy to fill them up and that's where dy stand for both of them...just appreciate their friendship and wish them to get their bond strong for a long long long period....be happy all....

I have doubts people like that anon stay long enough to read the feedback.

The tone of the message was polite enough for tumblr standarts, that's why I replied. I receive worse "scathing criticism" from Jaeyong shippers (I delete them).

People tend to notice and remember only things that align with their view on things. Taeyong constantly talking about Doyoung will be ignored, words "I miss you" by Tae left on Do's IG turned into Doyoung avoiding Taeyong, Tae developing friendships with SM's producers explained as Tae not needing Do anymore.

Secondly, people have tendency to succumb to the opinion of the majority. Therefore, a skewed perception can be formed if a fan doesn't leave his/her Do-hater or JohnDo/JaeYong info-bubble and eco-chamber.

I guess, the proclivity to make everything black and white also plays a role. If there is a perception of JohnDo being under "attack" (the anon missed me using words "best friend, cherish, support" and concentrated on "both need Do more"), than a retaliation with escalation follows. The threat needs to be punished and eliminated (in this case Doyoung and me). I'm disgraced by being called "you shippers" (the negative connotation is obvious) and Doyoung painted as a ex-friend who abandoned Taeyong. TaeDo can't be simply left as positive or neutral.

Anyway. I reply to such messages in a harsher tone than usual to stop others from wanting to fall in step and to feel deserved backlash themselves. I don't get really disturbed.

And the only real threat to TaeDo is Peaches, haha.

[interruptingmooshroom]

It’s 1 AM and I’m sick as fuck with the worst flu I could have gotten ever but Imma make a post I’ll prob delete later

This sort of stuff bothers me, and to be clear, VOTING SHOULD BE MANDATORY. Worse case, nothing happens. Best case, it matters enough to change life for the common people. So yes, vote, it’s cool and based and it’s accessible even if you can’t for some reason leave home.

That being said

Critics of Kamala Harris/the Democratic Party are not inherently saying that you shouldn’t vote for them. The reason people vote against them in polls within the party is to apply pressure to political figures so they figure out “Hey people really don’t like the whole genocide thing” and might listen to the people like they’re supposed to.

The Democratic Party has recognized for awhile they can get away with a lot of bullshit simply by being the lesser evil. When the Republican Party was, for example, talking about shutting down the border and dealing with “illegal aliens”, the Democratic Party has decided to copy this stance since it seemed popular to a certain voter base. This is a low risk situation because no matter what, they recognize they’ll get a majority of the vote out of being the lesser evil.

As a consequence, the Republican Party has since decided “Actually, let’s just do mass deportation” which if you don’t know, would be having people in concentration camps (not to be confused with death camps) and removing them from families and established lives. So yeah, much worse. A lot of this messaging also includes “legal aliens”, because they’re totally mad about immigrants and not racist at all.

This is a perfect example of the ratchet effect. People smarter than me have explained this better, go look at the wiki, but in summary it’s when the Democratic Party doesn’t go back from a farther right standing as the Republicans slowly become more and more insane. Since they don’t actually do anything 99% of the time and rely heavily on being a lesser evil, they naturally follow a political sphere that has suddenly nudged a bit more to the right. Ideally they could change this, and move us back to something normal and sane. They do not do this, because taking action is not how the democrats win votes for a lot of people. They win them by allowing the republicans to be insane, so their empty promises and still-harsh policies look appeasing.

Critics of the Democratic Party and Kamala Harris are completely expected and should be encouraged. Shutting down this conversation by saying it “Discourages voting” or “So what? I cant vote for the other guy” IS EXACTLY THE FUCKING POINT. You can vote for them while trying to actually hold them accountable and be louder about your complaints on shit like “Supporting Genocide and the apartheid state of Israel is wrong” or “Immigrants are people just like us and should be treated as such” or whatever the fuck.

You can still vote, while holding people accountable. You miss the point when you either

A) Decide “my vote doesn’t matter”, which is already incorrect for a number of reasons Im not diving into at 1am

B) Shut down critics of the Democratic Party because you think they’re discouraging people from voting.

When you see something dissing the democrats, don’t think it’s to make it seem like there is no hope. It’s to actually try and hold political figures accountable for what they do, something that Americans forgot was the main point of a representative.

Ramble over if you actually read all that here’s a cookie. 🍪

sorry for resorting to a meme about this but people are making me mad 👍

[barnes-n-nobles]

Change Isnt Always for the Better (NONCON SMUT)

Request: Can you make a yandere druig when the reader is a human but he doesn't accept the fact that she's gonna die someday and decide that he is gonna make her immortal or make himself a humanwhether he succeeds or not you decide

I feel like I might have missed a bit but let me know if youd like another version:-)))

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: very noncon smut, mentally unstable Druig, manipulation, talks about killing, jealous Druig, crazy Druig behaviors, stalker

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You went over to Druigs place to talk to him about where you two stand in the relationship. You needed more freedom but he refuses to give it to you. Instead of fully listening to what you had to say, he immediately got defensive and you two started arguing. “You mask your possessiveness by saying it’s protection. I don’t need you to protect me, I can do it myself” “You actually can’t. I have the power to control peoples minds, you are in the safest hands with me. No one is capable of protecting you like I can, specially not yourself.”

“Stop! Please just stop! It’s not just that, it’s everything else you do. You have turned into an extremely jealous individual with anger issues who doesn’t trust anyone but yourself to be around me. I cant even go out with friends because you’re right there guilting me of abandoning you” “This world is in shambles. Everyone has some sort of evil inside of them, you are not safe. Technology has become the worst weapon of all, y/n, who knows what could happen to you. You could be meeting up with friends but what if they’re trying to harm you? What if the people around you are going to try to do something awful to you. You need me to be safe. Your life depends on it” “Look, Druig, I think it’s time for us to go our separate ways. You treat me like im made out of glass and I don’t want to deal with it anymore. Maybe in the future we will be able to talk again I don’t know. Right now, I just need some time.”

Druigs instant reaction was to smile. “Um im not joking” feeling angry at him for disrespecting you. “Y/n…we’re not breaking up. You’re being ridiculous”. You scoffed, not believing his reaction. “Are you serious? Druig, you’re not good for me. You’re way too much to handle and I can’t anymore. I am breaking up with you…thankfully I don’t need your permission for that” Stepping aside you started to walk out, but he grabbed you and pinned you against a wall, “I said no”. You pushed him off you, slapping him across the face, “Dont touch me ever again”. Druig was infuriated, but he grabbed you again, holding your wrists, “If you do this, you’ll regret it. I suggest you apologize and drop it.”

“Do you even hear yourself? You're unbelievable” you ripped your wrists away from his grip, “I swear to god. I will never forgive you if you walk out on me. Ive done everything I could possibly do for you. You WILL regret this” His chest rising and falling in anger.

You looked him straight in the eyes before saying, “I don’t care about you anymore. Goodbye Druig”. You walked out, walking a little fast towards your car. He stood there, processing what had just happened, his whole body was being consumed by anger. His blood was boiling and his next reaction was to punch the wall, creating a huge hole in it. The wall started to get a crack that stopped at the ceiling, he wanted to do it again but he dropped to his knees, crying in rage.

~~A year Later~~

You sat in at the restaurants farthest booth playing a game on your phone. You tried to concentrate but you were so mad that this dumbass guy you were meeting up with stood you up. To make it all worse you lost in your game, slamming your phone down making everyone turn their heads towards you. “Oops my bad” you said, recoiling back into yourself. Holding your face in your hands, you started to cry. It wasn’t because of that guy, no, it was because dating was so hard. Every single person you wanted to meet up with, always stood you up or they would ghost you. Every was so sweet over the phone but as soon as you wanted to meet them face to face, that’s when they would leave you. Doubting yourself was at an all time high at this point, you even wondered if you were good enough for literally anyone. 

Grabbing a napkin to wipe your tears away, you soaked them in, hoping your makeup wouldnt be too bad. “Y/n? Is that you?” you thought it was the guy you were meeting here but when you looked up, you were shocked to see Druig. “Oh shit, it’s been so long how are you?” asking him while getting up to give him a quick hug. “I’m good just going through life, you know” he smiled looking at your puffy face. His smile instantly dropped, “ oh no what’s wrong?” he grabbed your arm, his reaction full of concern. “I…I was waiting for this guy and he stood me up” you laughed but it morphed into a cry. He brought you into him, holding you close like he used to. It made you feel warm and fuzzy again, you were so deprived of physical touch, to be embraced again was just so…intoxicating. “I’m so sorry. Men ain’t shit, as I’m sure you know” you giggled, “I’m really sorry” he let you go and picked up another napkin to wipe your tears away, cleaning a bit of your running mascara, “Look I’m here with my girlfriend but you’re more than welcome to come sit with us?” his offer was beyond kind, but when he said he had a girlfriend you couldn’t help but feel like a knife had been stabbed through your chest.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry. I’m crying here like a baby and you got your boo waiting on you. Thank you for the offer, but I think I’m just gonna go home. Probably get a huge tub of ice cream on my way home, you know the whole basic sad bitch routine. It was really nice seeing you though, take care Druig” you turned to walk away but he grabbed you before you could take a step, “Wait up…Look I know we ended in kind of bad terms but I just want you to know that you can always count on me for anything okay? I don’t want you to be alone in a time of need and I promise you there will be no feelings attached. When you and I broke up, I had to go through my pain all alone and that shit was the worst but don’t feel bad because it was really good for my mental health in the long run. I’d like to be there for you. Is that okay?” Trying to swallow the knot in your throat you nodded your head, holding back your tears, “yes that would be nice. My number is still the same” “You better unblock me though” he giggled, making you chuckle, “I will”. “See you around, sweets. Call me if you need anything”. He gave you a hug before heading back to his table, but before you could see him sit with his girlfriend you turned and left.

Later that night, you went to the store to get all the comfort food that you could buy and went home to lay in bed, putting on all your favorite movies. Enjoying yourself, you finally dozed off to sleep, your cheeks wet from your tears. Usually you didn’t get like this but seeing Druig, it hurt that he had already moved on and you were trying to do just that but you couldn’t. Every single one of the guys blew you off, and you didn’t understand why. Druig was really nice company while you two were dating but once he got in his head, you just had to leave. You told yourself that if he didn’t get like that you two would probably be married now. All these ‘if only’s made you even more sad, adding to your already shitty night.

Your phone went off, blasting your ringtone that jolted you awake. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to read the screen and saw that it was a new number, but it looked familiar.

“Hello?”

“Y/n? It’s Druig, did I wake you up?”

“Hey Druig, no I was watching a movie but I dozed off”

You asked looking at the clock, noticing it was 3:37am

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Everything is fine, I just couldn’t sleep and I wondered if you were awake too. I wanted to talk to you about something, if you’re not too tired of course”

“Yeah, I’m good. What’s going on”

“Well…I noticed how upset you were last night and I trust you remember what I told you last night, about us being friends?”

You paused for a bit. Trying to remember when he said that but it just didnt come up, “Y-yeah, I remember” lying to not make it awkward.

Druig smiled and cleared his throat for this next part.

“I’d like to invite you over for breakfast. I recently got a new place and I’d love for you to see it. After, we can either stay here and relax or we can go out to do stuff.”

“I don’t know. I’m still kind of hurt because of this last guy, and you also have a girlfriend. I wouldn’t be cool with something like that if my boyfriend has his ex over without me being there”

“To be 100% honest with you, she wasn’t my girlfriend. I only said that, to make it seem like I bounced back. It was our first time meeting but she wasnt interested in me. She said I have the same personality as flour, can you believe that shit?”

You busted out laughing, “Oh my god that’s so rude! Also ironic, your personality is definitely not like that”

“Well thank youuu, but yeah, what do you think? Wanna meet up tomorrow? Or later on today I should say”

You hesitated in answering but then you thought how bad could it be. He seemed like a changed person and you wanted to see how just how much. Not that you were thinking about dating him, but just to see if people could really change.

“Hello, y/n?”

“Hi yes sorry, I’d love to.”

“Perfect. I recently moved so ill text you the new address and you can meet me here. Id go get you but I want to make sure everything is perfect when you arrive”

“Sure that sounds great. See you then”

“Goodnight, M’lady”

That morning you got up early, making sure to give yourself enough time to get ready before you headed over to Druigs house. You searched up the new address and you saw that it was one hour away. “Damn” you said to yourself, zooming into the map, looking at how big or small the house was. By the looks of it, it was a huge property, but the actual house was a decent size. Going a little stalker mode, you plugged in the address into a real estate site and you got a better view of just how beautiful the home was. Druig was a wealthy person but you never thought he would have chosen a house like this, specially with that much land. Your notification popped up and it was him. The text read, “Goodmorning Sweets, I’m making a variety of waffles today. Is that okay?”

You smiled as you texted back, “Yay! My favorite <3”

“I know :) Let me know when you’ve left, that way everything is nice and warm”

“Okie dokie, I’m going to finish getting ready and I’ll head there soon”

“Drive safe ♥️”

You felt butterflies once again. Despite all that went on within the relationship, you still cared for him. Not being able to fully move on, your feelings always traced back to him no matter how much you tried to get him out. 

As you finished with yourself, you hopped into your car and drove off. The drive was kinda of difficult due to all the many curves the route had, it also didn’t help that it was raining making you go extra slow. As you go closer and closer you noticed that his home was on a huge hill, overlooking the city. When you got out of the car, you texted him that you were outside, and he read it immediately. A couple seconds later and he had opened the door.

“Hello y/n, how’s my little sweetheart” he smiled, making you blush. His hands were behind his back as he approached you. “I’m doing fine. Thank you for inviting me over” he opened his arms for you to come into him, and you did, melting right into his embrace. When you wanted to let go, he held you in place, hugging you a little longer. You rubbed his back, patting it lightly, “I’m sorry love, I’ve missed you so much” he admitted, pulling away to see your beautiful face.

He cupped your cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the top of your cheekbones, “I’ve missed you too Druig” you whispered, his eyes looking at your lips, then back at your eyes. “May I?” He asked licking his lips. As much as you wanted to say yes, your morals made you say no..in a way “Druig…we’re friends…no feeling attached, remember?”

Druigs eyes dropped, taking a quick deep breath. “How could I forget…on the cheek then?”

Smiling, you nodded.

Druig brought you in closer, his right hand dropping to your waist, pulling you to him, his other hand went to the back of your neck, holding you in place. He gave you a kiss on your cheek, the end of his lips touching the end of yours. Your eyes shut at the feeling, butterflies erupting as his lips lingered on your skin. Pulling away, he looked down at you, giggling at your nervous reaction. “Let go inside, y/n…we don’t want the food to get cold”

As you two enjoyed breakfast, Druig was watching you closely. Studying your features once again, noticing every single motion you took. You hadn’t changed a bit and he felt content with that. While he drank he eyed you from his glass, his thoughts getting poisoned with lustful images from when you two got intimate in the past. When you looked up at him, you noticed his darkened gaze, taking a double look at him. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

His expression changed, softening up and lowering his glass. “What do you mean?” faking his confusion.

“I don’t know you looked really serious just now, almost like mad”

“DONT be silly. I’m not mad”

“Suuurree. Go in tell me, what’s on your mind”

Druig chuckled swirling his glass in his hand, debating wether or not he wanted to be honest.

“I’m not mad I’m just remembering our past”

A knot started to build up in your throat, you didn’t want to talk about that. It was painful and scary to remember how everything led to your break up.

“Y/n…I’m not over you darlin’. I hope you understand that. I invited you because I wanted us to see where we stand. Shoot my shot if possible, you know?”

“Druig…I don’t want to be rude but I don’t want to talk about this right now. I’m having such a good time with you. Why don’t we just finish having breakfast, ok?”

When you two were dating his moods changed a lot, but he always reverted to anger. He didn’t like to be told no, if he wanted something he needed it to go his way. You were expecting him to flip the table over, but on the contrary, he was calm. He just playfully rolled his eyes, smiling, “Fine, im sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just thought we were ready to start that conversation but we can bring it up when you’re ready. If you want to of course” You were in awe. This was a completely different Druig that sat across from you. Smiling like a dummy, it made you feel happy that he was able to see eye to eye with you, something you’ve always wanted with him. “Thank you for understanding”.

Finishing up, you helped him clean a little. While you were washing the last few plates, he came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, giving you a kiss behind your ear, “your reward for helping me clean up”. Goosebumps instantly appeared on your skin when he kissed you again. “It tickless” you giggled nudging him away with your waist. Druig felt your ass on his crotch, grunting silently at the feeling. He was starting to get hard, debating wether he should take you over the counter or just pretend like nothing happened. He reminded himself that there were bigger plans to fulfill so he needed to stay strong...for now. When he let you go, he leaned against the counter next to you, “Do you want to go to a park? There’s a really nice lake there and it smells so nice and natural. I just know you would really like it”. Pouting you shook your head, “As much as I would love that, I’m sorry I can’t. I have a lot to do before I go into work tomorrow and there’s some things I need done before tonight. Maybe some other time, yeah?” Druig once again looked disappointed, but he didn’t let his anger out, “Are you sure that can’t wait? If we go now we can be back here in like an hour or two. Let’s just go out for a walk, I swear it’ll be worth it”

“I really can’t. I have to head home now if I want to finish my work at a decent time”.

“Aww come on..please? for me?” He begged, holding your hand in his and giving it a quick kiss. You had a gut feeling that this wouldn’t end well, when he got like this it usually led to something serious. “Druig, please. I don’t want us to fight-”

“No one is fighting silly. Look I’m good. I understand that you got things to do. I’m sorry if I pushed too much”. He spoke quickly, he didn’t want you to be upset or scare you so he backed off. This helped you feel better, your nerves calmed down and that familiar bad gut feeling left you. “No worries” you smiled, heading over to the living room to get your belongings. “I’ll get you some snacks and a water to take with you. I know that the drive is quite long” he yelled from his huge walk in pantry. “Sound good thanks” you replied, looking all over your bag for your keys but you couldn’t find them. You checked in your pockets and on the sofa it was on but nothing. You traced your steps back from when you first walked in, maybe they were on the floor or something. When you walked to the front door, you saw them, going quickly to get them. “Druig, I have everything ready” you called out. When you made your way to the kitchen you heard the voice of someone very familiar. It was coming from one of the guest rooms close to the entrance. It sounded like a conversation, but that didnt make sense because it was only the two of you in the house. 

The closer you got, the clearer the voice was. When you put your ear on the door, you heard it was the guy that blew you off that night at dinner. You quickly opened the door, but there was no one, it was just a recording..of your phone call with him. “what the fuck?” you said to yourself as you got close to the computer that was blasting the conversation. Clicking out of it, you were brought to the home screen. Reading all the folders made your heart stop. All of the folders had your name on it and they were broken down into categories. “Living Room, Bathroom, Bedroom, front door Cameras”. You couldnt believe this. You had no cameras anywhere, how would this even be possible. You opened one of the folders and you saw yourself showering...then you clicked on another folder you saw yourself sleeping. Starting to spiral, you clicked on his library. Seeing alot of audios, texts, video calls from YOUR phone. Druig was fucking stalking you. Starting to hyperventilate you got up, dialing a number but you immediately dropped it to the ground.

“Who are you calling?” Druigs voice scared you. He nonchalantly asked while leaning on the door frame. “Druig..what is this” you cried, backing away once he came all the way in. 

“Didnt anyone teach you that going into peoples rooms without permission is extremely rude and a total invasion of their privacy?” sarcastically scolding you while he approached you with his arms behind his back. “Stop, dont come any closer, or im going to call the police” you warned picking up your phone. Druig smiled, as he cornered you. “call them” he instructed, pressing his body onto yours. Shaking, you stood still, not knowing what to do. His head dipped to your neck, his nose ghosting over it while he took your sweet scent in. “I told you to call them” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, making you get goosebumps. You brought up your phone, unlocking it but then your threw it across the room undeliberately. His eyes glowed, looking at you with his too familiar angry expression. He controlled your mind to throw your phone away, thats when you realized you were at the mercy of him. “leave me alone you psycho” you cried, trying to get him away from you, your hands pushing his chest. “God I fucking love it when you try to get tough with me. It makes everything so much more fun” he laughed, grabbing your hands and putting them right behind your back. His grip was too strong, but you still tried to wiggle them out. 

“What was all that shit on the computer. How did you..I dont understand”. Druig moved you and walked you over to the bed, making you fall on your back. He climbed up onto you, pinning your hands down beside your head.

“You let me in” his sinister smirk creeping onto his lips. 

“Thats impossible, I never did that.You never came back..unless” 

“Go on princess, use that little tiny brain of yours to get the answer you already know”

“You made me?!”

“Thats right love. You have such an easy mind to control. It also helps that you still have feelings for me. It makes it so easy for me to slip in and out and you wont remember a single thing.”

“Youre sick. Insane. Youre fucking crazy” you yelled trying to fight against him. 

“Yes I am y/n...I am fucking deranged, crazy, sick whatever the fuck you want, but you know what. Its all your fault. You made me do this. All you had to do was stay with me forever, and I wouldnt have done anything. I killed every single one of those lowlife’s you talked to. You cheated on me with all them, how fucking dare you” he  said through gritted teeth as his grip got stronger and stronger. “What are you saying???We werent together, how could you kill innocent people, you monster” spitting on him, he smiled, licking the saliva that fell on his lips. “we will always be together. Wether you want to or not. Im not letting you go ever again. Not until you learn who you belong to” he collided his lips with yours, kissing you against your will. Where ever that you turned your head, he followed you. He let go of your right hand, so that he could grab your hair to control your head, making you finally stay still. He bit your lip, making you gasp and whine, giving him access to roam your mouth with his tongue. His hips were grinding against yours, his legs keeping your apart. “You make me go feral. I just need to have you...so fucking addicting” he moaned, pressing his bulge onto you, making you get all tingly. 

You needed to stop this, it was all wrong. “Stop Druig, dont do this to me. Not like this” you begged. He grabbed you by your neck and pulled you up, cutting your air supply completely, “shut up. Im doing you how I want and when I want. Youre my property and Ill do with you as I please” He let you go, dropping you back down to the mattress, making you cough as you regained your air. He flipped you over and tore your leggings off, snapping your lace panties off as well. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled them in, moaning out your name. He pulled his dick out and pumped it a few times while he enjoyed them some more. His hands were no longer on you, so you quickly crawled away but he brought you right back by pulling your hair. “where do you think youre going” he pushed you down onto your tummy, spreading your legs apart. He rubbed his tip a few times over your clit, making you shudder at the feeling, “Druig...stop” you gasped when you felt him enter you slowly. “Fuck y/n....sooo tighttt” he purred, grabbing you hips as he started to pound into you. Your screams soon filled the room, grunting repeatedly with each hard thrust he gave you. “S-sto-p...Druig-ah” you begged. Druig loved the way you moaned his name, it only fueled his fire more. He grabbed your panties and shoved them into your mouth, “shush kitten, dont tell me to stop, because I wont. I went far too long without you, and I will never let that happen again. I will never let you go. Youre mine for all eternity”. 

His hand dipped under you and onto your clit, rubbing you in a delicious way. His hand wrapped around neck, controlling your head. He eventually took the panties out, making it easier for you to moan and groan. “tell me youre mine” he commanded, hammering into you. “I....will never be yours...Im..going to die one day...I will be free from you”. Druig growled, going to your neck and bitting it, making you screech. “thats what you think but remember, I’m an Eternal. I have the power to mate with a human of my choosing making you mine forever. Both literally and figuratively” Druig latched onto your neck again, sinking his teeth deeper, his eyes glowed forcing some of his power into you. The final step was to spill his seed into you, channeling the energy from your orgasm with his. He pumped faster and faster, rubbing you with the same force. “Druig, no” those were your last words before you came all over his finger, making you shake uncontrollably. The feeling of your climax made Druig cum inside you, breathing heavily as he continued with the transition. Your sight started to blur, but you felt your body start to change from the inside out, your blood heating up while you heard Druigs voice in your head. “We are now one..you will be mine forever, and you'll learn to obey me, if you're clever”

[staryuee]

Hello-since requests are open-could I request for a reader with same personality as Albedo with Xiangling,Xingqiu,Hu Tao and Xiao as their S/O(seperate ofc)-

s/o w the same personality as albedo — genshin hcs ⸝⸝

— note . . . i love albedo (>﹏<) cant wait for his rerun <33

— warning[s]. n/a!

— synopsis . . . (char.) with an s/o who has the same personality as our chalkprince albedo.

— characters . . . xiangling , xingqiu , hu tao , xiao

— as the saying goes , opposites attract and likes repel

— whereas you prefer to stay within your little circle of comfort , xiangling loves interacting with others ! i mean , her job practically relies on those social interactions she has with people

— although , more or less , you both share an equal interest in discovering new things and exploring endless possibilities that come with your interests

— she appreciates your intellect a lot ! however .. half the very knowledgeable things you quote out at her go through one ear and out the other - she’s not meaning to be rude but she just can’t understand it :’) poor thing

— she has no problem in taking the lead in public conversations , especially if she senses your feelings of discomfort

— sometimes when she’s cooking up some new recipes to force make you try she asks you to talk about some of your experiments or the new art piece she saw you working on earlier in the day , the way you talk is just very relaxing and allows her to concentrate !

— xiangling deals with countless different people that have unique personalities (she’s friends with keqing lolol) so your reclusive personality wasn’t short of lovable and your attitude towards the things you loved was something she shared in common with you (although her happiness comes from cooking)

— absolutely loves you through and through <33

— what can i say apart from that he absolutely adores you ??

— out of all the books xingqiu has read in his time , the words on the pages couldn’t rival the words you spoke when you talked about the things you were fond of

— xingqiu is polite and takes his studies rather seriously so you two get along extremely well especially during those evenings where you’re both doing your own thing in quiet but you’re still enjoying each others presence

— another one that has no problem in leading a conversation if you’re not up for it - he can get rather talkative out of nowhere even if others see him as more of a reserved person

— unlike you , xingqiu is very sociable (that sounded so mean imsorrymeetoothosodw) so whenever you have a commission that requires extensive socialising he isn’t afraid to ask you if he could join you on your travels

— if you’re also into art he will pester you about drawing a comic for him until you eventually give in :)) nothing would make him more happy than if his own lover’s work was to garner attention <3

— now , xingqiu is a wealthy ass mf and though he’s very carefree he won’t hesitate to use that said wealth into helping you with your experiments; things like buying equipment aren’t a problem at all !

— on the other hand , he’s still waiting for the day he gets a bigger response from you than just an “oh?” when he attempts to prank you with something rather stupid but lighthearted

— nothing his worked so far and honestly he’s thinking of going back to using chongyun as his personal guinea pig until he can think of a proper way to get a reaction out of you (♯｀∧´)

— if you decide to indulge his playful antics he will literally attack you with love , tho your reaction is fake the smile on your face was something he wouldn’t forget <33

— oh my when they said ‘opposites attract’ you two took that to a whole new level..

— people question your relationship all the time , i mean she’s rather bold and confident whilst you’re introverted and withdrawn surely that wouldn’t work that well ??

— well to most people’s surprise , it works out pretty well ! you’re both the perfect balance for each other , while hu tao tries to uplift your confidence and helps you interact with others you help her slow down and enjoy the simpler things in life

— if you couldn’t tell already , she will talk 99.9% of the time and it’s never out of disrespect or ignorance she just simply loses track of the things she says and whenever she gets to spend time with you she wants to make sure you’re never bored !!

— don’t ever worry about being put in stressful situations where you have to speak an overbearing amount because hu tao will take the role as your mouthpiece to a hyperbolic extent

— she’s not always the fun and social hu tao though , on some other days all she wants to do is wind up in bed with you whilst you read her a story her grandpa used to read to her before going to bed

— enjoys all the things you talk about even if she knows practically nothing about it , it’s just enjoyable to hear you talk about the things you’re so knowledgeable about it (she loves the cute expressions you make whilst trying to explain things too)

- yet , being hu tao’s s/o no matter what your personality is will never let you run away from her foolish pranks and antics that you’ve been caught up in countless of times

— do they ever work ? no. do you pretend to have some sort of reaction out of politeness and love? ..yeah

— definition of ‘when neither you or your friend can order over the phone’

— xiao loves you??sm?? he thought you weren’t real at first because whenever you spaced out about your own thoughts and ideas you just didn’t respond to him (he was kinda sad abt it too)

— his entire long life he’s met people who are way too confident and hubristic - people that bare their titles with such arrogant pride that it makes him ill

— but when it came to you , he didn’t have to deal with anything of the sort. he was met with calm passion for something you genuinely enjoyed , he was truly grateful he met someone normal for once

— i mean .. sort of normal ? if you count those times where you asked him to gather lizard tails , sango pearls and qingxins for some strange medical concoction to be normal occurrences then sure !

— neither of you like to socialise with others (your reasons differ from one another) but since he’s a lil emo 💔😈 you’re most likely going to have to do all the talking unless he’s feeling up to it unfortunately that’s most likely going to be never

— doesn’t mind how introverted you are at all , i mean he’s practically the same as you having your peaceful presence with him at all times puts his mind at ease :))

— to his surprise his karmic debt hasn’t been intoxicating his health for a rather long while and he wonders if it’s the soothing effect you have on him

— words aren’t that important to xiao , but whenever you do open up about anything especially things that interest you he is more than delighted to lend an ear and listen to the things you want to share

— he does remember everything you tell him btw :]

— if he ever gets a nightmare (believe me he gets them on the regular) he tries his best to hint at the fact he wants you to talk to him about anything that would help him get his mind off of it

— doesn’t matter what you speak about , just as long as his arms are around you making sure you’re safe <3

IHEARTGANYU do not copy, steal or repost <33

[forever-rogue]

request: some christmassy idea where marcus moreno brings presents he bought for missy to the shop to get wrapped up bc he cant wrap for shit. And he wants to flirt with reader whos the one whos gonna wrap the presents but for the love of the above he cant. hes stuttering and hes flustered and its cute. And reader is like okay mister "i can use the force", heres my number, call me so we can shedule a date. And hes so shocked about it 😄😭😭😭 thank u patricia! 🌟

I see it's time to write for Mr. Moreno? Excellent 😌 Enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader; no warnings

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reluctantly returned to the store, the bag of presents in his hand a sign of defeat. How hard it could possibly have been to wrap a few presents? Apparently too hard for someone like Marcus Moreno. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried, oh no, he’d spent several hours the previous evening after Missy had gone to bed attempting to wrap the clothes and other oddly shaped boxes perfectly. But instead of success, all he gained was frustration. 

Instead of another vain attempt at the wrapping, he gave up and threw everything back into the bag and made his mind that he would go back to the small department store and ask...beg if you required it, for you to wrap the gifts. 

He might have been able to save the world on several occasions, but apparently his talents ended at Christmas gift wrapping. Well, he huffed to himself as he pulled open the door, the soft twinkling of bells meeting his ears, everyone had a limit. His just happened to be a little more pathetic than others. 

Super Hero, he reminded himself with each step, he was a fudgin’ super hero for fuck’s sake. But alas, when it came to more domestic things, such as cooking, and wrapping apparently, he was far from super. He was working on it though - spending time each day to make sure he was learning - doing enough - to be the father Missy needed. For her, and himself. Things weren’t always easy, but they were always getting better. 

Although tired from a long day at the office, throwing swords around, as Missy had dubbed it, his face instantly lit up when he spied you behind the counter, an almost bored expression on your face. The last of the Christmas rush was almost over, which meant business had slowed down, which was both a blessing and a curse at the same time. Marcus would have been a liar if he said he didn’t have an ulterior motive for coming back; sure - he wanted the presents wrapped, but let’s be honest, the man was smitten with you. Any excuse to come back and chat with you, even if it was just five minutes was good enough for him. 

He’d known you, casually, for a few years now. You had been Missy’s teacher at school last year, and he knew that you worked the summers and holidays at your parent’s store to give them a hand with the rushes. Sometimes, being the sneaky Heroic he was, he’d made up excuses in the past to come into your classroom to spend a few minutes here and there talking to you. It was hard to believe that anyone could make him nervous, to make his heart flutter and beat like a nervous schoolboy, but there you were. Managing to do it every time. 

But he’d never act on it. No, no, no. That would be downright outrageous. After all, why on earth would you be interested in Marcus Moreno? He couldn’t even wrap a present.

Almost as if you sensed his presence, you looked up from the counter you were organized and offered him a dazzling smile, accompanied by a small wave. He was positive his heart stopped at the sight as he had to remind himself to breath. After a quick inhale and exhale, he marched over to you, ready to be firm, and hell, maybe today he’d finally ask if you wanted to get dinner sometime. Why not, after all? But then he took a good look at your eyes, those soft eyes and that gentle smile and he came undone.

“Hi Marcus,” you beamed at him as he did his best to give you a normal smile in response, “what a pleasure to see a friendly face. How are you?”

“Hi,” he managed to choke out as he calmed himself. How did you have this effect on him? He was a grown man, a man with plenty of experience in dating and love, and yet this one he couldn’t seem to nail down, “I’m fine  - you know what, why lie? I’m tired and I can’t wrap presents for shit. I hate to ask, but could you help me out? I’ve seen you do it for other people and I’m afraid if I try again, it’ll be worse than the first time. It’s been awful - oh my God, I’m so rude. I’m rambling - you look pretty - nice - how are you?”

“Marcus,” you giggled at him, watching as a nervous tinge of pink flushed his cheeks. You put your hand on his, effectively getting him to calm down and shut up, “slow down. It’s okay - I’ve got you covered. I assume work is busy?”

“That’s one way to put it,” he was instantly relieved as you took the presents from and grabbed some wrapping paper to display to him. He nodded at your choice and watching in awe as you made quick work of grabbing the first present and getting to work, “I was about ready to just leave him in the bag and give them to Missy like that.”

“Ahh, it’s not a big deal,” you shot him a quick wink, “it’s easy once you get the hang of it. But then again, I’ve been helping my parents with this stuff for years. Maybe sometime I’ll show you how.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he exhaled as he leaned against the counter and tried to pay it cool. His heart was thumping in his chest so rapidly, he was sure you were able to hear it as well. If you noticed anything out of place, you didn’t show it, “I’ll pay you - whatever you want.”

“Marcus,” you waved him off, “there’s no need. Besides, what are friends for?”

“Friends,” he almost choked on the word as he grinned at the delicate look of concentration on your face. Your brow was furrowed, your tongue peeking out from between your lips as you made sure to get all the measurements just right, “how’s everything been? It’s been a while…”

“I know,” you agreed as you started some ribbon to start curling it, “I miss you coming into my classroom all the time, I miss Missy - it’s not quite the same without the Morenos.”

How much could hint at it before he finally got the bait? You’d harbored a crush on the man for years now, even before you became Missy's teacher. He was a Heroic after all - handsome, funny, smart, and kind. Who wouldn't fall in love with him? You'd hinted at your feelings a number of times and you thought he reciprocated a few times, but you could never be quite sure. And neither of you ever seemed to make a move. You'd come close a few times, but somehow just hadn't...quite gotten there.

“I miss it too,” he agreed quietly, turning his attention to his hands, “Missy doesn’t like her teacher as much this year.”

“That’s because I’m pretty cool,” you teased gently, “you look nice too, by the way. The all black thing - pretty sexy.”

Marcus was sure his heart stopped at your words; you couldn’t seriously have said what he thought you said. Right? Right. He looked at you with wide eyes as you refused to look up from what you were doing in case you had completely overstepped any remaining boundaries. 

“I, umm…” he paused for a moment, chuckling at his own nerves as he moved to stand in front of you, “I’m shit at this. But I, umm...I like you.”

“Marcus,” you stopped what you were doing and set the scissors down to meet his soft brown eyes. He had a small smile on his face, nervous as he watched your expression to try and get a read on the situation. Honestly? He’d rather have taken down another horde of aliens than wait for your response, “it’s about time you said something. I was beginning to think you never would.”

“Oh,” he let a nervous chuckle as your words set in, “oh. Oh?”

“I like you too, Marcus,” you admitted as a warmth flushed over you, “I just...I didn’t know how to say it. I was…”

“Nervous,” you both blurted out at the same time as you both laughed. At least you were on the same page. 

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” he confessed as you nodded in understanding, “I feel like an old fool more than anything...but I’d like to take you out. On a date. A real date. Like you know not just...this, and I’m sorry if this is awkward. Missy’s been telling me to ask you forever and I just feel like -”

“Marcus,” you grinned at him as you reached up and held up a finger to his lips, “you’re rambling again, silly. I’d love to. I’d love to go out with you.”

“Seriously?” his eyebrows raised in surprise as you just nodded. Needless to say, he was not expecting this - any of it. 

“Seriously,” you confirmed, “come on, Mr. Force Hands, give me your phone and I’ll give you my number.”

“Okay,” he looked at you with nothing but soft hope in his eyes as he fished out his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You let your hand brush over his as you took it and quickly saved your number for him, “I...yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” you agreed, “but don’t actually forget to text me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he breathed out easily, “besides, I owe Missy twenty bucks now and she’ll never forget it. We made a bet - she said I’ve never get the nerve to ask.”

“What a pleasant surprise,” you grinned at him, “now come on. Come around the counter and I’ll show you how to wrap properly.”

Marcus shuffled around the counter and you pointed to the spot you had previously occupied. Moving behind him, you paused for a moment before reaching around him to put your hands over his and help guide him. He swallowed thickly at your tender touch, trying to keep himself composed. 

“Now,” you said softly, “do it like this.”

It was definitely not what Marcus had expected to come out of this evening - but he was so glad it did. Finally. 

Maybe not being able to wrap presents wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[lovelykiri]

Yes, doctor

summary

You go to a doctor’s office nearby every year for your annual appointment. Every time a nurse comes out into that familiar waiting room you get a little nervous. You had never liked doctor visits. This time your usual doctor was out, and there was a fill in you hadn’t met before. When the doctor enters your examination room, you were pleasantly surprised. Denki Kaminari, the boy you had been fawning for all throughout high school, would be your doctor today.

female reader

both are adults, around 20-25 years old

h/n = hero name

content warning

medicalplay, bondage, slapping your pussy, degradation, punishment/reward, desperation, edgeplay/orgasm denial, dumbification, breeding, sex toys, thigh riding, y/n pees herself

full fic by spice🥧

After checking in with the receptionist, you sat down in one of the plush chairs in the waiting room. You were a pro hero, and a pretty recent graduate from UA high, having graduated 5 or 6 years ago. This doctor's office was specifically for heroes, so it was pretty fancy to say the least. The reason it was only for heroes was so they could have specialized doctors and nurses fit to deal with quirks, and they were hand selected by the Hero Organization to handle confidential quirk information if needed.

You picked up one of the magazines from the table across from you and flipped through it, eyeing various support item ads and making mental notes of them to show to your costume designer.

"Y/n?" a voice called.

You looked up, and a friendly looking nurse greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hello." you said quietly, getting up to follow her into the hallway.

"It's an honor to meet you, H/n!" she said excitedly, as she led you to a small room to take your height and weight.

"Thanks! Thank you for taking such good care of us heroes."

"Only the best for the people who protect us from villains!" she said cheerfully.

After taking your measurements, she led you to another room.

"Here, change into this, and your doctor will be in shortly!"

She handed you a paper gown.

"Thank you!" you said.

After she left, you put the gown on and sat on the bed. You waited nervously, trying to remember if you were due for any shots, when you heard a knock.

"Are you dressed? May I come in?" a familiar sounding voice called.

"Sure." you said.

The door opened and you knew who it was the second you saw a flash of that familiar bright yellow hair.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"K-Kaminari?"

"Please! Call me Denki. We were friends in high school, weren't we?" he said with a bright smile.

"Y-Yeah.. you didn't become a hero?"

"Nope. Everyone at UA and in the pro hero world looked down on me. Well, except you, Deku, and Red Riot, that is. So I became a doctor to prove people like Dynamight wrong. Do you still talk to anyone from our class?" He asked, taking a seat at his computer and typing in his password.

"Yeah, Deku and I patrol together sometimes and Mina is still my best friend."

"Oh, Mina! I forgot about her. She was nice. Anyway, how have you been? Feel sick lately? Cough? Sore throat? Fever?"

"Nope, I'm all good." you said, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Are you okay? You seem.. nervous." he lowered his voice.

"I-I'm fine. Sorry."

"Okay. Well, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and then we can get started."

He began to ask questions, your cheeks heating up more and more with every embarrassing question about your sex life, menstrual cycle, bowel movements, and so on and so forth.

Denki laughed suddenly.

"Look how red you are- calm down it's just me!"

You laughed quietly.

"Alright, well, I'm just gonna make sure everything's okay, and then you can be on your way!"

"Sounds good." you said, relieved that he wasn't asking any further questions.

He had stopped asking questions, yet that warmth in your cheeks stayed there as you watched him wash his hands and put gloves on.

He started by checking your reflexes. After you almost kicking him, he moved on to check your eyes and ears.

He pulled out his stethoscope.

"I'm gonna listen to your heartbeat really quick okay? Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable! Sorry, it's gonna be cold."

Shit. He's gonna be able to tell how nervous I am..

You tried to steady your breathing, but it just came out ragged, embarrassing you further.

He moved the stethoscope with a confused look on his face, before taking it off and putting it back around his neck.

"Are you okay? Your heart is beating really fast. Should I refer you to someone or are you just nervous?" he asked, scribbling something down on a clipboard.

"N-Nervous, sorry."

"Oh yeah! You had a crush on me in high school, didn't you?" That explains it!"

"H-How did you know?"

"Mina told me. After we graduated, though. I never got to reach out to you about it, but I liked you too."

"Y-You did?!" you breathed.

"Mmhm. Now try to calm down a little so I can get some accurate measurements."

"Okay, sorry."

You took a deep breath, and he continued trying to get an accurate reading, but god.. he was just so hot, so concentrated, and he smelled so good..

"Hey. Y/n. Earth to Y/n." he said, looking up.

"Sorry!" you said again.

"It's not a problem," he smirked. "Come here."

And with that, he pulled you in for a kiss.

You gasped against his mouth, before melting into it, your hands finding their way around his neck, clasping in the back. You felt one of his hands wrap around you waist, the other still holding the stethoscope in place.

You broke the kiss.

"You gonna move this?" you asked, touching the hand holding the stethoscope.

"Why? You wanna take this further or something?" he asked.

You cast your gaze downwards as he pressed it harder onto your chest to the point where it started to hurt.

"D-Denki.."

"Use your words, princess. What do you want from me?" he said, laughing. He could hear your heartbeat steadily climb, he loved the look of nervousness covering your face, you desperately trying to form words.

"I-I want you."

"Hm?" he said, pressing harder. The loudness was starting to hurt his ears, but it was so worth it to see you flustered.

"P-Please! I want you!"

"Good girl." he said with a smile, removing the stethoscope and placing it on the table.

He sat in his desk chair, facing you with crossed arms.

"Undress please, I need to make sure everything looks okay."

"O-Okay."

"That's 'Yes Doctor' to you."

"Yes doctor."

You took off the gown and tossed it aside, facing Denki, who was smirking at the sight of your naked body.

He stood up and took off his shirt, followed by his pants, leaving him in only his boxers, his erection poking through with a bit of precum already showing. He then wrapped you in a kiss again, his hands finding your breasts and kneading them until your nipples were hard.

You let out a soft moan as you caressed his face.

He pulled away.

"Look at you, making a mess on my table." he gestured to the wet puddle that was forming between your legs. "I'll have to punish you for that.

He pulled a roll of bandages from the cabinet and smirked. He bandaged your hands on either side of you stuck down onto the table, making sure you couldn't move them. Then, he bandaged your feet down onto the table, again, making sure you couldn't move them.

Your dripping cunt was exposed to him, and you could barely move.

"Dripping for me like a bitch in heat, I've barely touched you, princess."

"D-Doctor- please-"

You were cut off by two fingers lightly grazing your wet pussy, gathering your juices on them. He then stuck them in your mouth, causing you to gag.

"Suck."

You did as told and sucked your wetness of his fingers, your face a shade of red from embarrassment.

"Such a good girl, following the doctor's orders. Now let's see. I have to examine other patients too, so if you'll excuse me." he started to put his clothes back on, smiling while you looked at him shocked.

"Oh don't be scared. I'll be back for you soon. And I have something to keep you company while I'm gone."

He pulled out a small pink vibrator with a tiny remote from his desk drawer.

"When I found out you were my patient, I had a feeling things would go this way. I came prepared."

He attached the vibrator to your clit, drawing a gasp from you.

"No cumming until I allow it okay? See you soon, princess. Oh- and I almost forgot."

He grabbed the bandages again, and put them over your mouth.

"Can't let anyone hear you!" and with that, he left the room and locked the door.

You sat there, stunned, legs open, dripping wet, with a vibrator attached to you. It wasn't on yet, either. It was just sitting there. You tried to shake it off of you, or at least break the bandages, to try and get some relief, but they wouldn't budge.

And then it happened. The vibrator started at a very low shake, making you gasp once more, trying to close your legs to relieve the pressure.

Your head was spinning when it went up to the next level again. You were squirming, bucking your hips, anything for it to stop. But alas, it went up to the highest level.

You nearly screamed, but managed to stifle your moan. And then, it stopped.

This cycle went on for an hour, the vibrator randomly turning on super low, jumping to high, staying off for a bit, it was pure torture, and it wasn't enough to make you cum, either, so you just had to bear it.

About 30 minutes into this torture, you realized something even worse. You had to pee.

You were sweating, shaking, panting, face bright red, trying not to piss yourself, when the vibrator stopped and the door jiggled. Your heart nearly stopped, afraid it was some poor doctor who would have to see it.

But you were relieved to see your doctor slip into the room.

"My my- you're quite a mess!"

"MmhmmmhmmhhMMM!" you tried yelling at him through the bandage on your mouth.

"Princess, use your words! Oh wait- you cant!"

He detached the vibrator from your clit, and removed the bandage on your mouth.

"I'm gonna examine your pussy, okay?"

"Y-yes doctor."

You gasped at the feeling of his freezing cold hands touching your pussy lightly.

“Are you sensitive here…?" he touched your clit, smirking as you squirmed.

"Or.. here, perhaps?" he lightly circled your entrance with his fingers.

"Y-Yes doctor! I'm so- I'm so sensitive- please- give me an examination or a checkup please- I need to- I need-"

You were babbling, forgetting how to talk.

Suddenly, a hand came down, smacking your pussy. You moaned loudly, looking up at him with tears gathering in your eyes.

"Princess, doctor can't understand you. What do you want?"

"Doc-Doctor I- I need bathroom... please let me go to the bathroom.. th-then we continue."

"Ah, I don't think that's necessary. You may hold it."

"Doctor! Please!"

"No can do, princess. Doctor says no. Do I need to dumb it down more for you? Is doctor speaking too many big words for you to understand?"

"W-Why can't I go pee..?" you said in a small voice.

"Because! You follow doctor's orders, not your own. Doctor says no, you only listen to doctor."

"Y-Yes doctor."

"That's a good girl. Now let's start your examination."

He came over and took both of your breasts in his hands. He rolled your nipples in his fingers and kneaded your breasts until you were whining, face red from embarrassment.

"Is my princess embarrassed? Let your doctor take care of you. He knows what's best. Don't be embarrassed."

He stopped playing with your breasts and moved down to your pussy. Without warning, he dipped his fingers in and curled them painfully slow.

"Doctor!"

"Shh."

You obeyed, stifling your moans as he brought you closer and closer to an orgasm with every slow curl of his fingers.

"Do-Doctor- I'm gonna- p-pee..."

"Okay. Go then."

"B-But Doctor-"

"I said, go princess."

"Yes doctor..." you said, ashamed, as piss pooled out of your pussy, dripping onto the floor.

He continued to finger you slowly as you peed.

You hid your face with your arm.

"Don't be embarrassed princess, I already told you."

"G-Gonna c-cum."

"No. You're not."

He removed his fingers with a sinister grin.

He then slipped his shirt off, followed by his pants, again, leaving him in just his boxers and the gloves he had on.

He peeled your restraints off slowly, looking you in the eye. You looked back at him nervously, trying not to shake.

He then picked you up, surprising you.

"You can wrap your legs around me, it's okay."

He was holding you like a child, but it didn't last long. He put his knee against the wall and let you down so you were sitting on his thigh. He then pressed another kiss onto your mouth.

"Ride." he commanded.

You began to grind onto his thigh, your moans coming out breathy and short.

He reached down to your clit and circled it, and sent a tiny jolt of electricity through his fingers.

"Doctor!"

"Shh princess. Breathe with me okay? In, out. Just like that."

As he led you through breathing, he was sending more electricity to your already abused pussy, making it near impossible not to cum.

"Doct-Doctor ple-please, m'cumming! Let me cum, please!"

You could barely form coherent sentences, you were so focused on trying not to cum.

He placed his hands under your armpits and lifted you up again, holding you once again, like a child. He placed you onto the table again, the wetness from your legs audible.

"I think it's time for Doctor's cock. Are you ready for doctor's cock?"

"Yes doctor! Pl-please! I n-need y-your cock! Please! Breed- breed me!"

"Of course princess."

He finally removed his boxers and gloves, climbing onto the table with you. He put your legs up into the mating press position, and shoved his full length in.

"Aah! D-Doctor- feels so- so good! Please!"

"You said you were a virgin, right?" he asked as he snapped his length into you again.

"Y-Yes doctor."

You could feel every vane, the slight curve, every twitch of his cock as it hit your walls.

"Y-You've never had anyone hit your g-spot then?"

"N-No doctor! I-It's only for you- only you!"

"If you cum without permission, I'm gonna make you cum again. Got it?" he asked with a grunt, as he tried to find your spot.

"Y-Yes doctor!

He began to rub your clit, sending more bliss falling over you. You had been trying not to cum for around two hours now, and it was at this point, slightly painful. You were overstimulated and you hadn't even gotten to cum yet.

His eyes rolled back as he hit that spongy spot- and you almost screamed. You moaned loudly, fingers gripping into his back, toes curling. All you could see was white, and you heard a loud squelch.

"Pr-Princess! You squirted.. what a b-bad girl... c'mon, I know you've got another one in there for me! This time cum WITH permission though."

"Y-Yes doctor!"

He continued to snap his hips into yours. You gasped when he bottomed out, hitting against your cervix. He rubbed your clit harder and continued to pump into you, hitting your g-spot and cervix with every thrust.

"M'gonna cum s-straight into y-your pretty little w-womb. I'll fill you u-up with my kids! You'll be s-swollen and pregnant- you'll be m-my princess f-forever! D-Do you like the s-sound of that?"

"Yes doctor!" you cried out blissfully.

"G-Good girl! C-Cum wi-with me!"

His pace stuttered and his cock twitched hard as hot white cum filled your womb. You couldn't hold back your second orgasm as you came around his cock again, pussy fluttering wildly.

He pulled out slowly, and wiped his now soft cock off with a tissue.

"Princess. You're leaking."

He gathered the cum that was dripping out and pushed it back in.

He got dressed, but when you tried he stopped you and told you to sit back on the table.

"I see you're on birth control on my charts, by the way. Let's take you off of that. And since your heartbeat was a little fast, I'll schedule you back about a week out, how does that sound?"

"G-Good. T-Thank you."

"No problem! Oh- you're leaking again, here."

He pulled out a small plug from his drawer, gathered his cum on his fingers once again, pushed it back inside, and inserted the plug into your cunt.

"Take this out when you know you won't leak my cum anymore."

"Y-Yes doctor. Thank you."

"Oh- and take these every day until next week when you come back for me, okay?"

He handed you a small bottle with tiny pink pills in it. You read the label out loud.

Stimulation In A Bottle for low sex drives

"Low sex drive?"

"Yeah. Coming off your birth control might mess you up a little, it could mean a lower sex drive, or double the sex drive. Best not to risk it, princess."

"B-But-"

"I need to hear a "yes doctor" from you, please."

"Yes doctor."

"Good, now get dressed, I'll see you next week. Oh- and the janitor will clean the pee up. I'll just say it was a child."

"Yes doctor."

[timextoxhajima]

ATEEZ as things and feelings

@haechanhues​ don’t mind me just doing it again cause i liked it uwu maybe i should just change to doing headcanons LMAOOOO

as i wrote this, i realised the members of ateez have really cultivated a specific image for themselves (eg. hongjoong as a fashionista, hwa as the mom, yunho has a big bear etc) and so i really hope that these are at least some part of their real identities and it’s not just kq forcing it down their throats ;(

HONGJOONG - BOUTIQUES AND EXPENSIVE CAFES 

there’s just something very sophisticated about joong, though he’s absolutely refined and clean-cut (despite that whole jack sparrow get up in their rhythm ta stage)

because he loves fashion and dressing himself up, he can’t tolerate how much you don’t care about the clothes you’re wearing! he knows EXACTLY what would make you look even better and what would totally boost your confidence and so he wouldn’t hesitate to drag you out to a boutique, whether it’s for thrifting or it’s one of those expensive ones like Dior

he’ll spoil you because he can, and because he wants to

he also has a knack for pretty settings, so that expensive cafe down the street that sells mediocre coffee but with a STUNNING exterior? he’ll bring you there just so you can be his photographer and he can be yours

you know when the coffee sucks but he still manages to contain his facial expressions and not hurl? yeah that’s joong being classy

the sophistication needed in everything simple and possibly disastrous

“i know the coffee sucks but look at our instagram now”

SEONGHWA - ROAD TRIPS AND HOME COOKED FOOD

honestly are you an atiny if you don’t agree with this

it’s been about a year since i started stanning ateez and my first impression of hwa is that he’s actually very timid and shy and awkward when it comes to firsts

on stage is a completely different story

so i’d assume he’s probably the same in private, ie he’s aggressive and dedicated when it comes to things he loves to do, but probably a little more timid and worrisome when it comes to people/things he’s not familiar with, but that doesn’t stop him from trying out new things and setting off on an adventure!

you’d be the one to surprise him with an impromptu trip, thinking that he’d be happy to escape but no he worries about clothes, packing, the weather, the itinerary-

it takes you a good amount of energy and convincing to tell him to calm down and that you’ve got every thing down, so he can just busk in the joy of being with you in a completely foreign land

he would also be the kind to try grocery shopping overseas then figure out how to make do with the ingredients

he’s home even when you’re not back in your house

“i made chicken soup with a mix of... whatever that was because the lady said it’s a local delight and that it should go well with chicken-”

YUNHO - OVERSIZED PULLOVERS AND CUDDLES

PLEASE this is self-explanatory no??????????????

a big, giant, fluffy, adorable bear! 

it’s literal - as big as his clothes are on you, he acts like them as well - making sure you’re comfortable and warm and you have your own space

i feel like yunho would be the kind that shows care and concern and sometimes he doesn’t really know when to stop, and so he figures out your boundaries just so that you would be comfortable around him

whenever you’re sad or depressed or you just had a shit day, he’ll always be there for you to hug or even vent your anger

sometimes you’d get frustrated with him because he’s too nice at work too and get trampled over and then all your feelings build up and there you have it, he’ll cradle you like a baby and tell you not to waste your feelings on things that don’t really matter

he’ll tell you he’s okay, as long as you’re okay

“please don’t cry, it’ll bloat your face tomorrow morning :(”

YEOSANG - PLAYING AROUND WITH TECH STUFF AND VIDEO GAMES

he’s not the most talkative person, no, but that’s exactly what draws people. he’s always listening, always watching, but never really saying anything, and lucky for you, he says everything when he’s engaged in something he likes

he’s known for his stellar concentration, so it’s no surprise when he’s able to figure out that new tech thing he got and figure it out within the first 10 minutes, thereafter, you take the chance to get him to talk about anything and everything you want him to

he takes awhile to warm up to people, sometimes very mechanical like the things he likes to play with, but when he does, his care is silent

he buys the Bluetooth keyboard you need cause your laptop keyboard is wonky

he buys the cute marvel themed mouse pad cause your current one is peeling

then when you got him that xbox, his competitiveness hopped out like doomsday and he’d trash you on a good day with a lack thereof of mercy when it comes to verbally trashing you

but on some shitty days when he can read your tiredness and frustration, he lets you win

“give me that mouse pad, it’s almost as messed up as you.”

SAN - ABANDONED PLACES AND LIGHTHOUSES

scary on first sight/impression, yet nothing but a place full of memories that was once full of life - that’s san for you

i think he’s very intimidating on stage, which is exactly how many abandoned places are marketed on the media - haunted, ghosts, murderers, weird plants and insects etc, but what about the history of those places before they went to shit?

there’s so much more to it than what you see

adventure, wander and thrill-seeking overwhelms you when he’s around. there’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of. 

lighthouses - where you find your way, and that you’ll never get lost

people tend to lose sight of what they love and want in life and san would probably be able to inspire you to get back on track, by the sheer force of his own passion and vision for himself

“run with me and we’ll see the light together!”

MINGI - MISMATCHED OUTINGS AND PLAYFUL TACKLING

ok when i say mismatched outings i mean it in the way that he’d dress up and ask you to dress up BUT you’d find yourself at a cheaper/more coffee-shop like eatery instead of a restaurant

he has fun admiring how pretty you are on the way there, but when he pulls you up to a coffee shop you’re like what? then why did i dress up so nicely for?

mingi knows that you depend on your appearance alot for confidence, so he really wants to see that pride when you’re out with him

lazy pajamas and messy hair are reserved for sleepovers and for days when you don’t really feel like doing much - and of course he’ll be there to comfort you when you need it

i think he’ll find absolute joy in pulling you close and wrapping his longass coat around you on the colder autumn/winter days, and then he’ll ruffle through your hair and you cant run because of his coat and arm wrapped around you

will definitely get judged by passerbys 

but like the mismatched outfits x location, he really doesn’t care. it’s the company he cares about. it’s the condition of his company he cares about. it’s the food he cares about. not the reputation, not the pure material of someone’s clothes

“i know i told you to dress pretty but must you outdo me all the time” /insert pouty face/

WOOYOUNG - EXPERIMENTAL COOKING AND PRANK CALLING

omg the noise pollution

‘let’s call yeosang’

‘what for?’

‘just ‘cause’

and you’ll do it on your phone because wooyoung knows yeosang won’t pick it up if it’s from his phone, and so when he does pick up and he hears you say ‘hello’ with the most amount of guilt in your voice, he tells wooyoung to fuck off and hangs up

seonghwa would be your next victim but hwa would stay on the line just so he wouldn’t have to worry about coming back to a burnt down kitchen - not because he thinks wooyoung can’t cook, but because wooyoung gets absolutely distracted with you around and would want to impress you with his culinary skills, which more often than not, backfires

pranks aside, all wooyoung wants to do is to make you laugh or smile and make the time spent with him the most fun and worthwhile

even if it meant getting into trouble with his members, he decides it’s worth the risk if it means he gets to see you happy and full from eating the food he prepares

like his experimental dishes, every joke and bs pun he says is new and never fails to amuse you - even if you don’t actually laugh

you see a new side to him with every passing day and he can be sensitive if he wants to, or completely clown himself if he wanted to as well

“don’t complain about the food! i bothered to cook for you and you complain about it?!”

JONGHO - APPLE PICKING AND PLAYFUL ARM WRESTLING

the one time you let him snap your apple into half cause your teeth hurt and now he snaps all your apples in half and it’s becoming more of a joke over anything else

finally decided to go to an apple orchard for the lols and amuse the people there with his apple breaking skills

you’re extra amused everytime he manages to do it (because how?????) and he adores seeing that on you - you’re honestly not easy to entertain so he’s a simp for when he’s the reason why you are

it came to a point where you got curious how strong he was because he hasn’t revealed one bit of skin ever since you’ve met him

it started out as you actually challenging him, but when you lost with two hands against his one hand, he started teaching you techniques on how to win instead

of course, he’s never let you beat him because he knows it’ll hurt your pride if he does

very, very quiet and subtle care - makes apple juice from the leftover apples he has at home and brings it to school for you

sometimes asks wooyoung to make dried apple chips for you but tells you he bought it cause he doesn’t want you to know he troubled someone

“are the apple chips too sweet? i can buy you another brand”

[mihotose]

since this episode has no guests theyre using it to reaffirm mirapa's bond ♡

"what was kankan's elementary school dream?" konachi: princess (it seems kanchan was called a princess lately)

kankan says she was on the train home with nassu and a small child said she looked like a princess and it made them laugh. she told uichan about it who said "in what way?"

oh yeah, kankan's elementary school dream was to be a princess (+1 point) actually when she was a little older she liked people who worked at the cash registers but when she was young she watched anime and liked magical girls and wanted to be like them

"what is konachi's third favourite food?" konachi hints its where they talked about going to eat. kankan: ramen konachi: gyuutan

since konachi wants to eat meat they start talking about going out for yakiniku and get excited about going to the yakiniku place theyve been thinking of trying before staff tells them not to give such big hints

"what does kankan want to say once in her life" (konachi: eh didnt you already say it on sehasu) konachi: "follow that car!" kankan: "follow that car!" (+1 point)

kankan: didnt you let me say it on sehasu konachi: well, im mature like that kankan: im older than you!! 💢

kankan says she's already said it now before realising she wants to say it again. she likes playing detective! konachi says when she was a kid she played detective and followed her grandad around at his house and peeked around corners after him

"what choir song did konachi sing at school?" kankan is surprised by konachi being an alto. kankan: tabidachi no hi ni konachi: tabidachi no hi ni (+1 point)

"what does kankan like about konachi?" konachi: everything! (kankan: ehehe ///) kankan: all! (+1 point)

konachi says shes never heard kankan call any one part of her the best so she decided to say everything. kankan: i really do like everything. i feel like its the first time ive met my perfect girl konachi: your princess? kankan: a prince?

"what does konachi think is kankan's charm point?" (they spend a long time thinking about this one) kankan: easy to read. konachi always says shes showing everything on her face konachi: easy to read is along the right lines. aegyo (staff presses the ❌ button) kan/kona: eh!!!!! a-e-gyo! a-e-gyo! (staff presses the button again)

konachi says kankan can draw anyone towards her. like her gestures and way of speaking show her good qualities. shes easy to read and friendly so all of that she put into aegyo. in terms of physical features, she has long legs (kankan: cmon...!!)

kankan said they wanted to do things that could only be done on tour. they wanted to do the mirapa style of enjoying the moment so if they forgot something or made a mistake it was fine as long as they had fun

konachi really liked saying deraumyaa in hakuchuu a la mode in aichi

konachi says kankan kept asking if they could do things at night or the day before the live. the whole tour was really fun and it really felt like they created it themselves

kankan says the six of them performed with the same feelings from the first show to the last. konachi says many people, including staff, have told them how much theyve grown, and she feels shes surpassed her limits and can do anything now

during 1st, in the dressing room there were the six of them who are all free spirited but somehow didnt get in each others ways. if someone was concentrating they left them alone, like nassu or uichan making notes or practising on their own. kocchan and nonsuke would practise together. kanchan locked herself in a room somewhere to sing

kankan says in the morning everyone's still sleepy so she went into a room to be loud. konachi says she and kocchan did their stretches in a dark room. everyone has their own routine so kankan cant be too loud so she went somewhere by herself

one time kankan was having a nap in a room by herself when konachi came in and put her shoes on her head and said "are you asleep already?" kankan told her she was trying to sleep but konachi started messing around like it was a sleepover. kankan kept saying she was being a nuisance but they started laughing until kocchan arrived who seemed like she actually wanted to sleep so they had to try really hard to be quiet

"be quiet!" became their joke after that and they kept doing it in the wings minutes before the live started and got scolded for it

uichan and kocchan make their own atmosphere while nassu and nonsuke will go along with anything. however nassu will be calmly checking her notes but as soon as theyre about to go on she'll start messing around. though this actually helps them with their nerves

at ijigen everyone was really focused and were practising in a tent til the last minute. they always talk to each other but at ijigen they didnt have the time

they talk about how beautiful tsuzuri is in her karuta card

"aikyan no tension wa koko kara... koko made!" konachi: EH

aikyan says she was looking forward to doing it with them so konachi takes her shoes off and they run around the studio together

kankan clarifies shes just reading out what the script says but "furihata ai-san was very helpful last time" so aikyan says she will also help 👍 (furi said on uraraji her resolution was to be helpful for mirapa?)

they want to dogeza to furirin next time they meet

konachi says she'll call aikyan aikyan-san while kankan says she'll change what she calls her depending on the situation (kobayashi-san or aikyan-san)

aikyan wants them to speak casually with her!!! so kankan starts with "so aikyan..." before laughing so konachi tries and flounders, so aikyan is like "what is it, konachi?" (long pause with struggling noises) "do you have a favourite food? ... or something" (its karaage. konachi likes anko and wagashi. kankan likes sasamiage but when she went to kyoto with konachi kankan got into yatsuhashi)

they get a letter about aikyan also being quite shy [ive literally never had that impression of her the seven years ive known of her] but she says being around other shy people (like konachi) makes her stronger

kankan says she was alone with aikyan-san aikyan until konachi arrived and she wouldnt make eye contact lol

aikyan says she hadnt expected to be led to that seat so she used the free time to chill and read the script and kankan kept looking over at her too scared to talk to her in case she was interrupting lol

kankan wanted to tell her she liked her hair colour [it was still yohane blue black after the yohane live] and aikyan says her trick to prevent shyness is to wear eye catching clothes like those with writing on them

aikyan says the charm of school idols is their hard work, their recklessness, and their shine. she asks them the same question and they fumble and end up repeating her answer back to her lmao

konachi says hasu is real time its easier to root for and worry about them, and since its... wait, what month is it? kankan: february aikyan: its january?

aikyan says people often say its an otaku's misunderstanding when they say they made eye contact with their oshi at a live, but its not true! they really can see all of them from the stage! kankan and konachi will do their best to look at everyone in the eye in hasu 2nd!

anyway! in two months the first years will become second years, and theyre able to do that sort of thing, and since they only have a maximum of three years to be a school idol you can push your oshi for that period of time only

aikyan's advice for her school idol kouhai is to send out lots of love to everyone from the stage! for school idols, the place where they can return the love theyve received is the stage!

when they become senpai themselves their kouhai will probably ask them the same question! so they start to worry before deciding theyll tell them the legendary school idol aikyan passed this advice to them... at first aikyan says its not fair theyre copying her but it sounds kinda cool now...

konachi asks how aikyan maintains her style and for fansa advice. aqours-san's performances are always so perfect, how do they do it!

aikyan doesnt do anything in particular except eat three meals a day. shes been getting massages lately too. aikyan demonstrates stretches(?) but konachi reminds her its a radio lol for fansa she thinks what yohane would do, whether she draw a heart or blow a kiss

kankan asks aikyan how to make cool expressions. "look at your face a lot"

kankan says when she watches the archives shes always smiling and its hard for her to make a straight face. konachi adds ruri's been making cool faces recently and kankan agrees shes a little ikemen nowadays

kankan then asks if she pays mind to the cameras and theyre surprised when she says no. she says yumi-sensei doesnt tell them to plus the camera operators are all professionals so they leave it to them to get good shots

kankan requests they play a song from genjitsu no yohane-san, far far away! she first heard it on the official tiktok and she fell in love with it instantly

they talk about if the three of them went out somewhere and konachi says she'd want to do karaoke and kankan adds she wants aikyan to sing mirapa's songs, to which aikyan starts singing nonfiction hero show as kankan lol

aikyan says kankan's voice is so cute she wants to imitate it, same as furi's ruby voice. at ijigen her voice was clear and travels far. konachi says her iem volume settings for kankan's speaking voice makes her ears itch when shes singing

aikyan says she wants to go to disney with them, but since theres disney sea and disneyland they ask which one. konachi likes disney sea but kankan likes disneyland. aikyan eventually chooses disneyland to konachi's disappointment

aikyan says link to the future is really cute!

she also says winter limited 5 (hakuchuu à la mode/eis) are all so cute and cant answer when kankan asks her which is her oshi illust (konachi's is sayaka and she likes tsuzuri's expression. she mentions the eis set are SRs lol)

aikyan says shes looking forward to working with them at unit koushien and tells them to watch her cool expressions during guilty kiss! though maybe they will come out during yyy too... yyy and mirapa are a little similar...

in the ending kankan says "love live shunshine" and konachi calls aikyan both "kobashi" and "kobaya aikyan" well done girls

konachi says she doesnt eat ehomaki for setsubun but says she will since aikyan told her she should

aikyan asks how their first time in tokyo dome for ijigen was and kankan says she received so much power she felt she did her best performance and she didnt feel tired afterwards. konachi says watching was fun, performing was fun, and interacting with the other performers was fun

aikyan congratulates mirapa for their songs ending up in the charts afterwards and when asked how she found their performance she said they were cute. their outfits and their (genki) atmosphere were cute too and they made everyone smile and receive their power

konachi says she cant forget aikyan's alive factor and that backstage everyone was watching around the monitors

kankan says the ijigen zenyasai with yohane as the promotional ambassador got her super excited for the actual performance and was surprised they collabed with vtubers

kankan says she heard that when they announced theyd won the hokuriku tournament in a with×meets all the sukisuki club at comiket at the time were celebrating, which speaks to the charm of the real time nature of rinkura

theyre asked what if the three of them were a unit. kankan suggests their name would be guilty park, konachi suggests mirakura wai, aikyan waiwai park. kankan says waiwai park is perfect for denpa songs, guilty park feels like theyd have cool choreo (aikyan: really?? kankan: because its english!!) konachi says mirakura kiss sounds cute and they could do hakuchuu à la mode

konachi requests they listen to girls!! from genjitsu no yohane

they played the 0-10 emotion scale game, and kankan's phrase was "i love you" (daisuki) and when she said it konachi screamed? aikyan said she looked all blushy and cute too

kankan pulled a 2 for "i love you" (aishiteru) but they got her to say it again at a 10 and konachi screamed again

aikyan says trick & cute is another good song after listening to it and konachi says it would actually really suit her and they say guilty park (guilpa) should do it

aikyan gets them to tell her what they learned from her before she gives them their thirtieth point. konachi thanks her for teaching her her special move but aikyan tells her its meant to be a secret.

after making them wait... aikyan awards them their thirtieth point and they have finally earned mirapa's 2nd single!

im like totally done for. started listening to mirapa radio. (havent listened to a love live radio since uraraji in 2017!!!)

*the title of episode 1 was "we've been waiting for 1.5 years!" which is true. they were cast in early 2022 and were training for a year before debut

the first time kankan and konachi met in person they had a dance lesson and konachi was just So ☆ Tired she Had to have a nap on kankan's lap ♡

however the actual first time hasu all met konachi did it remotely and she remembers kankan as a strange person with a loud voice and big body language w ("eh shes my partner...?")

if they mess up dododo in practice they have to do it again ten times on the spot, and since kanchan says shes a bad dancer shes had to do the intro choreo a lot

they listened to ep 1 of the radio while getting their makeup done for the bloom the dream live

kankan then came to record ep 2 of the radio wearing the bloom the dream live tshirt (meant as a surprise for konachi)

the beginning of bloom the dream where they entered the stage matching the video of their member was hard for kankan as well w since she has to match ruri's doyagao (ten rep system applied here too)

since the dododo outfits are sleeveless and kankan doesnt wear sleeveless clothes she was worried about her upper arms and was asking their dance teacher how she could lose weight there who was like eh... idk...

konachi likes how even though dollche's AWOKE outfits are black they glitter when the light shines on them

konachi thinks nonsuke is so cute and keeps trying to make her do cute things lol (kankan: uichan will get mad!)

kankan: its like i dont want bad things to happen to her... like if an evil organisation comes ill get rid of them for her

when they first performed hakuchuu a la mode everyone cheered so loud they were worried they would drown out the "1,2,3!" at the beginning but then everyone quietened down really quickly

kankan: megu-chan's voice is like gentle and sweet while ruri-chan is like spice

about ameagari street kozue: kankan "what are you thinking about when you look at tsuzuri-senpai, kozue-senpai?"

they gushed about kozue with her hair down in episode 8 and kankan said she wants to see kozue with megu's twin tails. they are looking forward to seeing kozue with her hair down in the future please!!!

favourite dollche song: konachi - tragic drops; kankan - sparkly spot

favourite ceribou song: konachi - mix shake (she likes the towel waving and the choreo)

they love how kozue and kaho's voices blend together and the suisai sekai outfit obi and pompom rings and hair accessories

konachi said she doesnt really like formal language so asks everyone to write casually in the letters from now on ☆

kankan was about to eat her favourite dashimaki tamago from her bentou when konachi came up to her and said あ～ん so kankan was like i have to give this to her now!

and then again, kankan was drinking ramune and konachi did the same thing, so kankan brought it to her mouth and konachi bit her finger

"she was out of control earlier but it seems shes calmed down now for the broadcast"

they make that "sorry... i love you" / "every day is a holiday 😊🎵" joke

hasu is mostly neko-ha but kanchan is inu-ha. she likes chow chows like ruri

they read an example letter for a future corner about someone who can have conversations with cats on the street. cats dont like kankan but they say kocchan is the type of person like in the letter. she has been getting closer to kocchan's cat recently though!

konachi likes tsuzuri and kozue in ameagari street tsuzuri ♡ and how in ameagari street sayaka sayaka is smiling but kaho has a doyagao

kankan thinks deepness kozue takes place in the first half of the story, and they think its amazing how the number of kozue+tsuzuri cards are increasing

kankan also likes how kaho has her face in her hands in deepness sayaka lol

kankan wants a second years song while konachi wants a first years song. they think eien no euphoria suits the second years but not the first years

kankan nonsuke uichan and nassu went out the other day and kankan sang dododo with uichan and nassu. afterwards uichan said only mirapa can sing that song since its so different to what ceribou has lol

they say kocchan actually suits mirapa songs and want her to sing dododo or hakuchuu a la mode

(they also want shuffle units!!)

they found it funny that kozue called kaho and sayaka かすがい and the thumbnail that was used for ep 8 on the twitter lol

kankan falls asleep to videos of people having barbecues. konachi falls asleep to asmr videos of turtles eating watermelons

konachi doesnt think hasu could go camping together; it doesnt suit the second years. uichan can cook but shes very particular about her spices and such. but the first years could camp together

in ep 7, the one released just after ruri's first appearance in the main story, konachi starts it by herself by reading a letter from kankan which transitions into kankan reading it herself. konachi finishes it and says "alright! ill do my best on my own this time!" before kankan cuts in like "im actually here!!!!" and the radio background image changes to the usual mirapa one

the sehasu cooking episode surprised kankan because shes always heard konachi burns things shes frying and konachi said she got scolded for burning fried rice one time and has never tried it since but as they made a dessert it turned out fine ☆

kankan said everyone was laughing at how she peeled the dragon fruit but she doesnt understand because she doesnt know how youre meant to do it!!!

[probably being told by a producer] kankan: eh it seems youre meant to cut it with a knife konachi: ehh.. oh well!

even though dollche's cooking was such a mess they said it actually tasted good. konachi has been looking for the sweet potato butter they used

kankan's mom tried to make ceribou's dish but it was bad .

they received a letter in kansai-ben and talked about how you wouldnt expect uichan's from kansai. she seems to try her best not to let her kansai-ben slip out. nassu is from kyuushuu but doesnt seem to speak hakata-ben. konachi said she got interested in dialects once and tried to learn how to speak in some

they think the girls look good in light blue like the penguin ice outfits and their summer uniforms

"the number of tsuzukozu illustrations has increased"

konachi: there isnt a moment where fujishima megumi is not cute

"itd be nice if we streamed games someday"

ceribou = run, dollche = can, mirapa = fun

kankan would get ruri a pink bat from the batting centre

"what would you get megu-chan?" "permission to leave the [waiting] room"

kankan wants to join a circle for the grand prix but since her username is kankan its obvious its her lol

konachi realised on your mark (6 members) doesnt have any english but deepness (4 members) has a lot so maybe mirapa is holding them back...?

on haunted houses: kankan and konachi - dont like them; nonsuke - afraid of the dark; uichan - trustworthy!!; nassu - the type to not freak out; kocchan - probably not a big reaction even if she was scared

kankan made fun of nassu during the nama but she also hasnt gotten a LOVELIVE... shes also bad at turning off auto

the day before the exercise measurement sehasu kocchan practised all the tests

the genyou yakou/mirage voyage cards - sayaka's is the best of course. kankan also likes how kozue is looking at the sales even though shes an ojou-sama lol "its her commoner side"

besides staying together when they went to kanazawa hasu have never had a sleepover so they want to have a training camp! (kankan: beach; konachi: mountains)

"i want us to have a barbecue!" "we already had one?" "oh yeah"

they filmed all three sehasu vlogs on the same day! mirapa in the morning dollche in the afternoon ceribou on the evening. after they finished filming mirapa had mcdonalds

they made fun of nassu putting the camera on the floor during dollche's though since it made it look less like a vlog lol

"if tsuzuri played basketball everyone would fall in love with her" (about tsuzuri playing basketball in the sports festival)

cast at sports festival: nassu - team leader; nonsuke - cheerleader (like kaho) doing a soranbushi. they dont see the second years doing it -> afternoon tea festival (kozue would win)

the hasu audition was on the same day as konachi's third year either cultural festival or sports festival and so she skipped it to go to the audition

they like dollche's songs but theyre so hard they cant sing them at karaoke

"was there anything a cast member said to you that made you happy?" "when you said its easier to sing when im with you"

kankan likes when kocchan praises her during afureco or when uichan says her singing is stable. konachi just saying good morning to her makes her happy. she had a deep conversation with nonsuke on the train the other day and that made her happy

"we actually dont watch the story we watch it the same time as everyone else. so when its released we all watch it at once and get excited on LINE"

megu as an appliance would be a mic/camera -> laptop

splash!!!! kozue looks like a mom lol

nassu and sayaka both suit ponytails

"i want to dedicate my year as a twenty year old to megu-chan"

seishun no rinkaku is konachi's new favourite dollche song

kankan: since we became five or six we usually dont have a tsukkomi in the cast konachi: everyone's a boke right kankan: wait it was probably the same when there were four members

when it was four members sometimes kocchan would tsukkomi but now konachi (megu) has joined properly kankan was really happy since she loves konachi's tsukkomi

they didnt know that the qr code at the end of ep 10 was there until they saw people talking about it and hadnt actually scanned it for themselves. kankan didnt know how to read it so konachi told her how to do it and when she figured it out she Gasped

theyve both watched ep 10 multiple times and konachi cried

that day they ate sweets and konachi gave her the wrappers and when kankan took them to throw away everyone around them was like "kan-chan what are you doing?" and when kankan is in a room konachi will wait outside the door <- konachi's strange behaviour

dododo was recorded before the story so kankan didnt think it would be an emotional song but as the story came out and it made nonsuke cry she realises it is after all

when recording it they were told to sing it in a bright and a bit silly way instead of putting emotions into it (like ceribou) but konachi likes it like that. megu-chan would rather sing it in a cheerful way

the first time she recorded it kankan used up so much energy she had to lie down on the sofa lol

they loved tsuzuri's training camp radio. since there was no video you have to imagine whats happening

konachi sent kankan a sound file on LINE and kankan thought konachi had written a song since mirapa radio was ending (since kankan likes writing songs) but it was just a cut of kankan speaking in dialects from past radio episodes Lmao

after megumi sings 後押ししてくる in natsumeki pain sayaka gives ruri a little push towards megu, and after that when ruri sings 砂浜に書いた メッセージ 届け she writes LOVE

kankan didnt realise until konachi told her just now that during the line 早く気付いて #Love you! each of the girls (sayaka->kaho->ruri->megu->kozue->tsuzuri) writes one of the characters in "#Love♡"

since ruri was given the o kankan just thought she was drawing a circle lol

they received a letter about tongue twisters and kankan struggled in rehearsals with kokon touzai

natsumeki pain ruri has a chow chow strap on her waistband so kankan says she wants it to be released as goods

[internalsealpanic]

Lesson Learned

summary: Pinning exercises are a lot easier when you ask nicely.

a/n: The backstory to this piece was that I went to the church part of our discord server and told people about me being thirsty about Slade and they collectively went: DO HIM. The reader does have a backstory which boils down to rich girl from a crime family is a little shit because I thought this would have a funny dynamic with Slade.  Special thanks to @batarella and @knightfall05x for proof reading and giving me ideas. Would this count as my one entry for kinktober? 

warnings:  This is straight up smut. Please read responsibly. Brat taming, strength kink, daddy kink, orgasm denial, and hinted size kink. (Hilariously half of these were by complete accident.) There is some injury mentioned but not too graphically. Both characters are assholes.   

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Slade was on the ground, his head was swimming even as the sharp shriek of sirens rang loud in his ears. His senses were at once too sharp and too unfocused. Whatever drug he'd been hit with had to have targeted the nerves in his muscles too. He couldn't move. Not substantially anyway. Not in a way that would actually help him.  Through the haze he hears the clicking of heels against the floor, then a sharp pain shoots through him when said heel dug into one of his still closing bullet wounds. 

 You stood above him, your shark's smile hidden behind your mask.  "Well old man, I didn't think you would be caught this easy. I might need to rethink this meeting." You hummed tapping your chin as you lean down your heel digging further into his flesh. It's a tactic your sister had taught you. People were less inclined to think clearly when in excruciating pain.  If Deathstroke was this easy to capture, was he really worth your money? 

 He was watching you, blue eyes looking defiant. You whistled low. You liked a hard negotiation. It kept things more interesting. The rapid footsteps of men drew you out of your contemplation much to your annoyance. You debated on just paying them to go away. It would make your life easier but there's a chance these men were truly loyal to the man you had just paid a visit to.

 You weigh your options. His reputation may be enough to keep your siblings away. Maybe just long enough 'til their petty little war is over. "I'm going to hire you-"

 "-this assumes I'm going to say yes"

 You snorted. He noted the confident roll in your shoulders, the kind of cocky self-assured gesture of someone who knows they're going to win.  Every movement, every angling of your form deliberately used to show a difference in power and lack of respect. In short, it made you very punchable.

 "Your statement assumes you have a choice." You chuckled tilting your head to the side in challenge. He scowled at you and you try to keep the sheer delight you feel out of your body language. You weren't sadistic by any means but for one, brutality was practically bred into you, and two, you are, what your darling eldest brother had so kindly put, a  little bitch.  "I'll tell you why you'll say yes to my proposal." You said stepping off of him and pirouetting towards your duffle bag. "One, I'm offering your more than a million dollars in cash for the simple job of training me-" You observed his face as it remains carefully impassive. You expected as much. You heft your bag into your arms and unzip it rummaging through the cache of weapons you had stored just in case plan A through F failed you. "Unless we're associated, I'm the only one walking out of here with any money for their troubles." You said tossing the severed head of his target in front of him. You gave him an all too pleased grin. 

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 You find yourself pinned down again in the span of 15 minutes, face squished against the training mat, your arms pinned behind you, and most annoyingly your ass raised while your bastard of an instructor laughs in your ear, his lips dangerously close to your ear. You hiss and bristle feeling the fibers in your muscles burn from the uncomfortable angle they've been forced into.  You squirm trying to buck him off but his strength rendered your efforts moot. His enhanced strength keeps your body firmly between the sweat-covered mat and his large, toned body which just made you bite your lip to keep anything vulgar from escaping you. 

 You were 110% sure he was fucking with you at this point but any smart remark you had was either smothered by the mat or died whenever you felt acutely aware of your skin against his.  

 "Get off of me, old man," You snarl, making a futile attempt to kick him off with one of your legs. He chuckles at your weak attempts, the reverberations from his chest pressing against your back sending a thrum of excitement rolling over you concentrating into more distracting areas. You can't see it but you know he's grinning smugly above you and you can't decide whether it's your horniness or your anger that will win out. You sincerely hope it's the latter. 

 "C'mon, kid, you can get out of this," He encourages but you don't miss the playful mockery dancing in his tone. You squirm and wriggle and sigh. "Just let me out," You demand, politely. He doesn't budge. You turn your head to pout petulantly at him. That doesn't do anything either. 

 You sigh again. You hated pinning exercises with a carefully cultivated passion which you would normally direct at whatever instructor was dumb enough to force it upon you. However, that wasn't really possible as of this moment. One of the reasons for this hatred was that you were never pinned down unless you wanted to be, even then they were usually too hesitant to follow through so you never really saw any practical use for the skill. That is until last week when you found yourself being pinned down by the Red Hood which was honestly a fantastic position if you weren't trying to get away from him. Apparently, the large man didn't take too kindly to being shot at even when your very professional self explained that you were in fact a decoy. After you were entirely unable to slip his hold, you begrudgingly agreed to let Slade teach you a few maneuvers. The other reason was that you liked being pinned down. Your body is far too enthusiastic about the feeling of being pinned down. You're pretty sure you've expended more energy into suppressing your thrilled shivers than you have trying to get out of any of the holds he's demonstrated so far.  The fact that he was an attractive asshole with no shirt did not help.    

 "Maybe if you ask nicely, princess" He drawls his teeth grazing your ear, beard bristling against the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You bite back a groan and stop the cant of your hips. "Or are you even capable of that?"

 "I am, sir" You grind out but it sounds too breathy to be threatening. You feel the curve of his lips against your shoulder.

 "Dunno, brat, I've never seen you do it," He taunts pressing closer to you. You're suddenly aware of just how close you two are. You hate how the way he called you brat sent thrills up your spine. You try to even your breath but you're entirely too feverish both body and mind. You had to think of something before you were lost in a haze.

 You nudge your arm one last time before an idea strikes. A familiar shark-like grin spreads like wildfire across your features. Pressing your ass against his crotch, you roll your hips, the movement slow and deliberate and painfully tempting. Sure, it was a dirty trick but 1) he never said anything about using your assets 2) you've been wanting to do that since the first hold. You feel his muscles tense and you can't help but radiate smugness.  Your smile vanishes, however, when he rolls his hips against yours giving you a feel of his hardened length through the thin fabric of your gym shorts. The slow, tantalizing friction against your core draws out a vulgar moan from you. 

 "Do you wanna run that by me again, brat?" He whispers low and husky emphasizing the last word with another grind of his hip. You pant, hips answering back with their own desperate movement. You want to let your hips keep moving, to make him move, to feel his cock against your core but pride flared in your chest. "Make me." You bite out. "I really should teach you some manners."You feel the low rumble of his answer in response seemingly amused by your continued resistance. He rocks his hips against yours drawing out another breathy moan from you. Out of spite you bite your bottom lip and rock your hips in tandem with his. What did you hope to accomplish from this? You don't know but it certainly felt good. Your skin feels hot and oversensitive as your bodies continue to move at this rhythm. The feel of his muscles rippling against you makes you arch your back. You wanted more but you had too much pride. As if spurred on by the movement, he presses a kiss on your shoulder and sucks at your flesh, a rough hand grips your waist tight enough to bruise. "Slade!" You choke out losing your composure.  The cry sounds more like a plea than you would like. You sound so small and needy beneath his ministrations. 

 Distilling your anger into your weakening limbs you try to buck him off again. You make a small noise of triumph when he budges but whine when his grip on you just gets tighter. "Not quite, princess,"  

 He flips you onto your back. A hand pins both your arms above your head as he situates himself between your legs. His lips capture yours in a rough kiss, the type where you feel two bodies fighting each other for dominance. His teeth bite lightly against your bottom lip asking for entrance. You open your lips less in concession and more of a challenge. The wet muscles of your tongues entangle. Your nose is filled with the musk of him. It was overwhelming. You moan into the kiss and you feel him smile into it. Another small victory. 

 Slade ends the kiss having undeniably won the match. You try to move your hand to punch the grin off his face but again your hands don't budge. You curse his enhanced strength halfheartedly as the feeling of the heat coiling in the pit of your stomach takes over. Instead of diving back in for another kiss as you expected, Slade trails kisses down your jawline, your throat, and your collar bone leaving very defined very visible hickeys. There was something oddly possessive in his actions.  The look in his eye was predatory. 

 You, foolishly, let your attention wander to your hands seeing what angle you could possibly force them into so you can slip his grip and maybe turn the tables. Your attention snaps back to him when the pressure around your chest loosens and the distinct sound of a zipper fills your ears. Your eyes widen as you watch as he unzips the front of your sports bra with his teeth. Your breath catches even as your chest fills with the lack of constriction. Your too hot skin is grazed by the training room's cold air. He places a kiss in the valley between your breasts but when you whimper and move slightly urging him to proceed. He moves on to your stomach. "Asshat" You seethe through gritted teeth. You let out a groan of frustration. You were going to kill him. You honestly don't care if you've just wasted half a billion dollars on this asshole. 

 His kisses drift down to your inner thigh drawing a moan from you. Slade chuckles seeing your desire seeping through the thin fabric of your shorts. He isn't entirely surprised considering how unsubtle you are about your interest. A rare moment of embarrassment blankets you. Your legs try to close but rough hands pry them apart placing them on his broad shoulders. You bite your lip when he plants a kiss on your inner thigh. Your lips are puffy and red at this point, looking delicious as you panted. Slade wonders how your lips would feel around his cock but he decides he'll save that for another time. He hooks his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and his eye widens momentarily when he doesn't feel a second layer of fabric underneath it. He looks at you incredulously.

 You shrug trying to keep the mischief off your face looking absolutely unapologetic. "It's laundry day-" You shrug a little amused that this is the detail that caught him off guard. "-I did tell you I had stuff to do~"He also supposedly had stuff to do but, apparently, you were stuff. He chuckled and without dignifying your comment with an actual response, he rips your shorts off with ease and tosses them somewhere behind him.  A complaint or a threat, you weren't entirely sure, died on your lips when his tongue gave your core a nice long lick. A loud, needy keen escapes you. Your hands now free from his grasp dig into his scalp.  Pleased with your reaction he continues. His skilled tongue exploring your core hitting spots you didn't even know were there. Your hips meet to match his pace as he fucks you with his tongue. You whine when he withdraws his tongue but mewl loud and wanton when you feel two rough fingers stretching your insides. His mouth latches onto your sensitive bud, fingers pumping in and out.  You throw your head back not being able to contain your moans.

 "Look at me, brat," The command is deep and resonant. Your whole body buzzes with excitement. Slade can see your eyes dilate as his voice drops an octave. 

 "Yes," Your breath hitches when he doesn't move. "Sir" You add as a concession hoping it was enough. You felt your pride waning from the small piece of power being given away. Thankfully, he rewards you with another long lick before you can dwell on it. Slade watches as your face twists in pleasure trying your best not to throw your head back. You see the smugness on his face even when half of his face is buried between your legs. You don't attempt a threat simply because you don't trust whatever comes out of your mouth to be coherent. You were so close. You rock your hips trying to chase your high. Your skin is flush and glistening with sweat. You were so close. He feels your walls tightening around his fingers. Another needy keen escapes you as you were about to tip over the edge. 

 The motherfucker pulls back. You snarl at him but it comes out sounding more like a needy croon than anything else. He chuckles at you even as he captures your lips for another kiss. His tongue is thick with the taste of you. Your hand tangles itself into his hair while the other tugs at the waistband of his sweatpants.  He pulls away giving your lips one last nip before his body is off of you. It's funny how just moments ago you wanted him off of you badly enough that you'd play any dirty trick you could think of but now your skin is burning for his touch.  He takes off his sweat pants and his engorged cock slaps against his abs. It takes every brain cell at your disposal not to drool at the sight of it. He was BIG. You wonder briefly if he would even fit.  

 He spits on his cock rubbing his head against your thoroughly soaked folds. You mewl. A playful look in his eye does not go unnoticed but you were far too preoccupied with other concerns. Thankfully, so did he. Slade eases into your pussy in slow shallow thrusts. You can physically feel your walls stretching inch by inch as he works his way into your tight pussy. He can feel every bit of resistance your pussy is putting up. It's his turn to hiss when he finally bottoms out. Your walls cling to his member trying to milk it for all its worth. You drag your nails down from his shoulder to his arms. You pout when his skin heals immediately. You wanted to mark him as he did you but apparently, his healing factor was not up to being kinky today.   

 He laughs at your little protest and gives you a quick kiss. He begins to thrust shallow and languid. Your lips are locked in, sensually nibbling at each other's lips. You arch your back pressing your chest against his musculature savoring every bit of stimulation you could get.   You cant your hips against his urging him to go faster. His large hand grips your hips and pins them down. The coil in your stomach grows tighter at the ease at which he stops you. You feel him grin against your hot skin. 

 "Didn't I say I would teach you some manners?" He pulls himself out leaving you feeling hollow and wanting. You're pretty sure if you weren't drunk on your arousal the look in your eyes would be nothing short of murder, however, this was not the case, Whatever venom you had in you vanished in a swirl of neediness that racked your body. Your cant your hips uselessly trying to find friction only to be met with cool air. 

 "Slade pleeeeaaase!"

 You gasp, as a sharp stinging sensation on your pussy knocks the breath out of you. Slade gives you an expectant look. 

 "Sir, plea-"

 Another slap. Your back arches.  You’re panting heavy, mind swirling and searching. 

 "Daddy please!" The words tumble from your lips thoughtlessly. You both freeze. Slade's face is unreadable making you want to shrink away and let the earth swallow you whole. Panic rises in your chest until you feel his hips slam against yours. The force is enough to knock the breath out of you. He manhandles your body to fuck you at a better angle. His grip on your thighs tight and bruising. You whimper when he dips his head down near yours pressing kisses to your jaw and the pulsating flesh of your neck leaving your mouth free to moan his name like a mantra.   A deep resonant growl rumbles in his chest sending thrills through your skin into your spine. Your hardened nipples drag against his chest as they bounce with his pace. His cock pumps in and out of you at an animalistic pace. You were absolutely going mad over his rough pace but it wasn't enough to push you over. You were both so close.

 "Daddy, please! I- I need-" Slade's cock twitches. His pace goes from animalistic to punishing in the space of a heartbeat. He growls into your ear as he reaches down to rub your clit with skilled, calloused fingers. Your walls tighten around him as you go over the edge.  Your orgasm hits you in a flurry of heat and electricity. He fucks you through it as he chases his own. He pulls out his cock. Ropes of cum covering your chest and your stomach. 

 He lays beside you pulling you close. You moan quietly still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, planting an open-mouthed kiss. You ease into his hold and close your eyes. 

 "See how easy your life is when you're a good girl, princess," He whispers mockingly into your ear. You raise a middle finger at him too fucked out to care whether it actually conveyed as much venom as you wanted it to. 

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[energyanon]

Heres Henry. It’s gonna be 2 parts cause this one was pretty intense for me. I have a feeling other people checked on him today too and didn’t close it properly 👀 guys if you’re gonna do it, close it properly pls. Also yes anon you were right about the intensity, but I knew that already. I felt it when I saw the post. Here is part one.

Placed HC.

Henry:

Eyes heavy, heart racing. Constriction in the chest (if you remember from my second reading with him and NV there was constriction there too, but I don’t have NV placed here)

Deep sighs from him and he couldn’t stand up he had to sit on the floor.

This feels like depression.

Not just an emotion of sadness, actual depression, like.. once again he’s on the edge of getting emotional and crying but just can’t seem to get them out (I find it very easy to cry and with seb I cried my heart out. If I had a choice I’d make him cry cause it’s not healthy to keep it in, but there is such a strong block to actually cry for him)

It feels rooted in masculinity, I won’t lie. There is something that keeps sending me back to “you can’t cry there’s nothing to cry about.” He feels so alone though.

He wants to fold into himself but he won’t do that either. There’s a bit of a sense of “you’re being dramatic, this isn’t worth feeling sad over”

Another deeeeeeep sigh.

And that made the tears come to the eyes, but I’m still not crying just yet. And it’s stopped again.

For real, everytime there is one iota of a feeling he shoves it down.

The way he feels is like.. you know when you feel like you’ve just wasted your life.. and you don’t know where you’re going or what you’re doing and the future just doesn’t seem worth it. It’s not suicidal by any means I’m not getting those thoughts but it’s more like..

what’s the point? Drifting. He kind of feels like he’s floating in space and it’s not a peaceful feeling, but it’s not panicked as you would be, it’s like a complete feeling of hopelessness there is nothing I can do.. I’m out of energy.

Once again that brought water to the eyes but they won’t fall.

If he had a choice he would just lie on the ground face down.

But once again, I’m allowing him to do that but he won’t move me there. It’s like he wants to but he doesn’t want to show that “weakness” except there’s no one here observing him it’s just me. Whatever this is, it’s so deeply rooted that he can’t even be himself around himself. Another deep sigh.

He doesn’t want to do anything he has no desire to move from his place on the ground, there’s barely any thoughts besides just completely lost and he really wants to just lay face down but he won’t let himself. He doesn’t even have the energy to let me get another placement…being in this I honestly just feel.. nothing. it’s not an absence of feeling per say but it’s.. I just don’t care. I don’t care about anything. He’s trying to, he’s really trying but he’s lost the feeling.

There’s chocolate in this room and he wants to eat it (comfort)

I literally had to drag myself to go get another placement cause he was not moving.

I put down career, and it wanted to be on top of him. I tried to not do that as I’m gonna have to read career on top of Henry and that’s difficult but it genuinely wouldn’t let me place it anywhere else, it’s on TOP of him.

Career

Career doesn’t seem to care that it’s on him, it’s fine being on Henry. It said “I wanna crush Henry” standing on him make its feet warm and it likes that. Hen also seems hard to it though, like standing on rocks. It’s really uncomfortable to be standing here now. Like it feels like I’m pressing my feet hard into rocks my feet really hurt.

Henry

Henry feels breathless with Career on him and I can literally feel the weight of it on me. it’s contorting my neck down and my back feels like it’s carrying this heavy thing my back is hurting now. I genuinely feel like I’m carrying something so heavy on my back and neck. It feels like it’s slowly crushing me. He’s a bit stressed about it but he can’t move. He defo wants to be out of this situation though. My body genuinely feels like I’m slowly folding into myself and I’m getting crushed under my own weight. He also feels a bit dizzy and cannot concentrate on anything else besides being crushed. I need to get myself out of this cause it really hurts.

I’m not going to do a constellation for him (no permission and also he needs to do him. I cant fix the guy) but I am barely moving career just so it is no longer crushing him and that’s the only Change I’m making cause nothing can move from here if career doesn’t move. I asked him where he wanted career, he said just in front of him, I asked if he wanted it facing him, he said no just in front. (This isn’t something I usually do I won’t talk to them, but I still needed some sort of approval in order to move career and essentially “shift” the energy.)

I (as in me) need to take so many breaks from him cause it’s so intense to be in his energy right now.

Henry:

He’s looking at career, career has its back turned, his body is still suffering a bit from being crushed, but he just feels sad and hopeless looking at career. It’s bigger than him but not massively so. But he also feels like career doesn’t like him, that career wouldn’t want to be touched by him, that he’s better to just kind of… go..

he feels shut out by career.

And that ALMOST gets me to watery eyes again but for the love of god he will not feel it.

Once again, even though he’s not being crushed anymore he feels so heavy and my feet hurt again. He’s forcing me to SHOVE them into the ground, And I can’t help feeling heavy in Henry’s energy, I feel like I weigh a tonne.

Solid cinder blocks on my feet is what it feels like. I cant move. But I also have no desire to move im just staring at career like “this is what I deserve”

I wanted to see if he would ask anything around him for help but no, he just wanted to give a little smile and pretend that it’s all good. Did not want help from anything or anyone, did not want to move and wanted to ignore it all. My FEET HURT SO MUCH.

I need to take another break. I don’t know why my entire weight seems to shift as I’m in his energy but my ANKLES cannot take the weight. it’s actually fucked my left inner ankle I don’t know what it’s called, the navicular? Everytime I try to stretch it it makes a cracking sound 🥲 energy work is fucked you guys.

On the plus side I don’t feel anymore back or neck pain. So we’re going back in.

Career:

Career doesn’t like Henry behind him. It’s Not feeling like it wants to be on top of him anymore, but it’s back is hot. Henry is encroaching on its personal space and it feels like it can feel him breathing on its back? It’s not happy about that it’s a bit disgusted.

Doesn’t feel like it should move though it feels like Henry should move away from it. It’s not CAREERS problem that Henry wants to breathe his hot breath on its back.

It’s so uncomfortable like it keeps twitching it’s back about it. It doesn’t like that feeling at all.

I moved career and yeah it doesn’t want to face him, back turned to him, it thinks he’s gross. And now it’s getting a bit of anxiety?

I cant stop getting the heebie jeebies about Henry though like I keep trying to get his germs off my back as if rolling my shoulders enough will do that it’s so gross it’s having a little spasm about it. I’m getting out of here.

Henry:

Henry feels much lighter now that career has moved, and a fraction happier. A little bit more free. Still wants to sit on the ground though.

Omg as I tried to get down onto the ground I let out such an old man groan and my body cracked in so many places. I’m not an old woman guys I’m so young 🥲 I shouldn’t be cracking.

He doesn’t feel as hopeless now as he did before, a lot lighter than before, but he still doesn’t know what to do. He’s also not as tired.

Career is there in the corner but he makes fleeting eye contact as he doesn’t really wanna look at it at all.

It’s kinda sad he’s just sitting here. Alone. Not really doing anything. Not really sure what to do. Also my backs hurting again and I keep saying “I’m getting old”

(I (EA) am not old and My back is JUST FINE)

I’m going to have to end it here and do a part 2 another time, cause this one is taking it out of me, and right now he doesn’t want to move and I also don’t feel like I should put anything down. The focus I stepped into today is defo on career than anything else.

Also I know I said I wouldn’t put NV in, but the fascinating part is.. Henry doesn’t want NV in. Like I think about it and he actually shuts down MY thought.

Weird 👀

So part two will be: the Insta post, fans and.. I’m gonna do body and status aswell.

[onecanonlife]

careful son (you got dreamer's plans)

Wilbur gasps back to life with mud between his fingers and rain in his eyes.

Wilbur was dead. Now, he is not. He can't say that he's particularly happy about it.

Unfortunately, the server is still as tumultuous as ever, even with Dream locked away, so it seems that his involvement in things isn't a matter of if, but when.

(Alternatively: the prodigal son returns, and a broken family finally begins to heal. If, that is, the egg doesn't get them all killed first.)

Chapter Word Count: 7,295

Chapter Warnings: swearing, injury, blood, aftermath of (temporary) character death, mild disassociation, slight s.uicidal ideation, references to past abuse

Chapter Summary: The emotional fallout is intense, but they don’t have time to stop and deal with it. Wilbur doesn’t particularly like where they decide to hole up, but beggars can’t be choosers.

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Chapter Twelve: nowhere to run

The sun is too bright in his eyes. Too bright, and wrong, somehow, that it should be shining like this. Should still be shining, after the loss they’ve just suffered, after watching his brother crumple to dust in front of him. But the sun hardly cares for things like that, so they all stumble out of the hole in the ground that serves as the entrance to the spider spawner and beyond, and the daylight surrounds them, unforgiving.

“Where do we go, what do we do,” Tubbo is chanting, and Ranboo is muttering under his breath, a continuous litany of, “I can’t believe he’s gone, I can’t believe that happened—” His own lips feel glued shut, his throat devoid of sound. His skin buzzes.

(the two images interpose: Techno hanging from the vine, head at an unnatural angle, Techno wavering on his feet, blood pouring from his throat, and there is a flash of light and there is ash all at once, as if the first caused the second, as if instead of healing him, shoving his soul back into a body clinging to life, the totem burned him up from the inside out, and unlike the phoenix there was no rebirth)

“We can’t stay here,” Puffy says. Her eyes are wide, and her hands are shaking, but her voice has the same determined cant to it as it always does. “We need somewhere to hole up.”

“And where is that supposed to be?” Sapnap demands. His breathing is unsteady. “Where the fuck are we supposed to go after that? Where isn’t the thing gonna be able to reach? With, with Dream being, being, what even was that? Why was he—how was he—?” He breaks off, sparks crackling at his fingertips, and his face is a mask of distress, of questions

(was he always like that and did I not see or did something happen to him did something make him like that is that my friend or is there something inside of him something behind his eyes that is not him at all and if that is the case how did I not notice how did I not notice how did I not save him)

that Wilbur feels he recognizes. Or would, if he let himself. If he let himself care.

His eyes drift over to Phil. Phil, who stands silently, blood dripping from his wings, a thousand old injuries reopened by thrashing thorns. Who stands with Tommy in his arms, Tommy, who is curled up as tightly as he can reasonably manage, his face tucked into Phil’s shirt. Trembling. Quiet.

(he will die and I will kill him, the Egg says, and I have already begun, and you cannot protect him, you do not have the strength, except by what I can grant you)

“Church Prime,” Puffy says. “It’s the only place that might be safe.”

“Who’s to say it would be?” Sapnap snaps. “You saw it in there! The vines have never moved like that before, and Prime knows what else it can do now. And maybe the Egg wouldn’t be able to get in, but who’s to say that would stop—” He cuts off again, face contorting.

His leg is beginning to hurt, now. All of him is, actually, now that his adrenaline is wearing thin, now that the horror is sinking in, but it’s concentrated in his leg in particular, and he looks down to see that his left pant leg is all but shredded, blood dripping down in steady streams and splattering on the grass by his feet. The vines got him worse than he thought, then, and he bites his lip against the sting.

He’s had worse, though. He’s had so much worse. This is practically nothing, and Puffy and Sapnap are still arguing, and Tubbo and Ranboo are huddled together, eyeing the vines around them with deep suspicion, unmoving as they are just yet, and Phil is silent, and he’s going to stay silent, because Wilbur recognizes all too well the strain in his eyes, the way he’s holding onto Tommy with a death grip.

(he’s watched two of his sons die, now, and Techno will be back, will still have two lives left, but that does not heal the hurt, does not assuage the pain of seeing your brother, your son, your family die in front of your eyes before you can lift a finger to stop it, and Phil’s eyes shine with a grief almost beyond what Wilbur can understand. except he understands all too well, in the end)

He’s had worse, and someone needs to step up.

(the old mantle settles across his shoulders, and if he closes his eyes it’s like nothing’s changed at all, and the sun sets on the city he is determined to give everything for, still standing, walls still strong)

“Boxed in like a fish,” he croaks, and Puffy and Sapnap turn to him as one. “That’s what we’ll be, if we go to Church Prime. Whether it protects us in the moment of not won’t matter once we run out of supplies. We need somewhere better situated. Somewhere we can defend, that might withstand a siege, if it comes to it.”

Puffy makes a frustrated gesture. “I’m open to suggestions,” she says. “The prison, maybe, if we have to? We could probably keep people out as easily as—ah, shit, Sam.” She pulls her communicator out and taps out a quick message, and then frowns. “It’s telling me it can’t go through. Why isn’t it going through? Sam had all three lives, he should be—”

“Admins can read private messages,” Phil murmurs. “Wouldn’t surprise me if Dream could fuck with the whole system, whatever the fuck he is.”

Wilbur reads between the lines. Techno, for the moment, is unreachable. He processes the information and moves on, refusing to let it get to him, refusing to let himself be overpowered by

(Techno’s unreachable Techno’s unreachable Techno’s respawned and he’s on his own and they can’t talk to him can’t get to him quickly and what if something went wrong what if something happened)

emotions.

“Sam will make his way to us,” he says. “I’m vetoing the prison. Like hell are we staying in there. Other thoughts?”

“What gives you vetoing power?” Sapnap asks.

“Somebody needs to make a decision,” he says, and it is with strength he doesn’t feel, confidence he is only pretending at, a force of command that comes from some unknown place, since he feels as though he is miles away from himself, “and I don’t see you coming up with anything. Either help or stop complaining.”

Sapnap’s face reddens, and he opens his mouth, to argue, no doubt, but then Ranboo breaks in with, “Foolish, maybe?” and hunches his shoulders when attention turns to him. “Sorry, it’s just, I’m pretty sure Foolish isn’t, um, a big fan of the Egg or anything, so maybe he could help?”

Wilbur has no idea who the fuck Foolish is.

“Nah, he’s too far out,” Tubbo says. “It’ll take ages to get to his place. And we need somewhere close, but not too close, so we still have a good place to fight back from, right, Wilbur? If we leave now, the Egg’ll just take over the whole SMP with nothing to stop it.”

“My thoughts exactly, Tubbo,” he says, and again, it is just like the old days, and they are standing atop the L’Manberg walls, and Tubbo has just said something particularly clever, and warmth and pride curl in him before he remembers where they are, what they’re doing. They need to decide, and soon. They’re just hanging around near the entrance, and sooner or later, someone’s going to come after them, whether they let them go at first or not. “Is there anyone else who has a good position, location-wise and resource-wise?”

“Wait,” Puffy says. “Eret’s castle.”

“Eret’s castle doesn’t have doors,” Sapnap says.

“No, but I stopped by earlier to see if they wanted to join us,” Puffy says. “They weren’t there, but the grounds were completely free of vines. And sure, there aren’t any doors, but between all of us, I’m sure we could make some. Eret’s got plenty of supplies, last I checked.”

Eret. The name evokes a wealth of associations, most of them unpleasant. His first instinct is to reject this idea like the last, to avoid placing their lives in the hands of one who has already betrayed him, who led them all into a death trap, who almost ended their revolution in one fell swoop. But Puffy has a point. Eret’s castle ticks all the right boxes: it’s defendable, well-supplied, and if there are no vines to clear, all the better. They’ll have to build doors, but between the lot of them, that’s easily manageable.

(a wealth of associations and many unpleasant but there is Eret offering them supplies offering their fragile rebellion help and they tried so dearly to redeem themself and he could not have seen that then wrapped in his own shadows as he was but perhaps he can see it now perhaps he can better appreciate it, give a little more benefit of the doubt, and if he is given a second chance after everything after committing the worst crime of all then who is he to deny them absolution?)

(another memory, more blurry: he is scared but stalwart as they go through the motions, and he does not want to die, is terrified of that endless void, but he knows that the server needs a leader and his living self must be that leader, and Eret is here, and Eret agrees, and Eret acts out their part, and Eret is trying so hard, and he cannot see their eyes behind their glasses but he imagines that if he could, he would see a fool’s hope in them)

“Eret, then,” he says. “We go to Eret.”

And no one disagrees. It’s strange. They have no reason to listen to him, really. They have far more reasons not to listen to him, more reasons to think that following his lead will end in disaster than otherwise. But Puffy nods, and Sapnap backs down, and Tubbo and Ranboo both look to him for direction like it’s the war and he’s in charge of child soldiers once again. Phil looks to him, too, but his expression is inscrutable, and only a slight tightness around his eyes shows that he’s in any pain at all.

So they go to Eret. Staggering through the grass, tripping over vines that still don’t move, thank Prime, and then along the Prime Path, and his leg hurts worse with every step, pain jolting up into his hip, it seems, and it’s not long before he’s walking with a limp. But they’re all hurt in some way, so he hides it as best he can. He can deal with it when they’re safely behind stone walls.

And then, Tommy says, “Put me down, I can walk.”

Wilbur glances over. Tommy’s face is still buried in Phil’s shirt.

“You sure, mate?” Phil asks softly.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure,” Tommy snaps, louder now, turning his face outward, pushing against Phil’s chest. His cheeks are flushed, his breaths coming short and fast, and he’s trying to pass it off as anger, and maybe part of it is. But Wilbur knows him better than to think that that’s all. Knows him better than to think that he would have let Phil carry him in the first place if he was alright.

“Okay, then,” Phil says, and swings Tommy down. Tommy wavers for a step, but slaps away Phil’s hand when he extends it, muttering a sharp, “Fuck off.”

And then they keep going. Tommy doesn’t say anything else. Wilbur keeps glancing at him, but he’s refusing to meet anyone’s gaze, even Tubbo’s. And—that’s another thing that’s going to have to wait. He wants nothing more than to stop now and make sure that Tommy’s going to be okay, but they don’t have time, and the general in him will not call for a halt until the retreat is over, until he is sure the enemy is not biting at their heels.

(retreating from Dream once again, and it is familiar and not, the same and not, and history runs in a circle, echoes and rhymes)

Eret’s courtyard is indeed free of vines, just as Puffy promised. Wilbur half-expects them to be nowhere in sight, based on what Puffy said, but they are standing right there, next to a skeletal horse they’re frantically saddling, and they’re checking their communicator every now and again, with the jerky motions of someone who doesn’t particularly want to but can’t make themself stop.

Then, suddenly, they look up at the sky. Wilbur follows their gaze to the flock of crows wheeling overhead, a dark mass of beating wings, each bird barely distinguishable from the others. All of them completely, eerily silent.

Eret stands there a moment. Just staring. Wilbur can’t tell what the look on their face is, but their shoulders are tense. And then, they look back down, and realize that the lot of them are there, stumbling in under the gate, and they visibly startle.

“Hey, Eret,” Puffy says, before they can get a word in. “Can we crash? And build some gates?”

“What,” Eret says. “What is—Puffy, what is going on? How did Dream manage to kill Sam and Technoblade? Is he—” They run a hand through their hair, and then start striding forward, their cape flaring out behind them. They haven’t said anything about him yet, haven’t reacted to his presence. “He’s out, isn’t he? I was going to come and see, but he’s out?”

“He’s out,” Puffy agrees. “We were kind of hoping you’d help us out on this one.”

“Of course,” they say quickly. “Of course, anything you—anything you need.” They’re rattled, clearly, more than Wilbur has ever seen them, perhaps. “I just—how did this happen? I thought the prison was secure, I thought—are you all okay?”

“Aside from the obvious?” Puffy says. “Yeah, we’re great. You haven’t been around much lately, I don’t know how much you know about the Egg and all of that, but that’s an issue too, along with Dream. And some other stuff that I’ve got no idea about, that we really just kind of need to all sit down and talk about.”

“The Egg? I’ve—I’ve heard of it, I think. I’ve been elsewhere for a while.” Their lips twist into a smile that isn’t quite a smile. “Doing a bit of soul-searching, you might say. Found more questions than answers, unfortunately. Alright. I can get you all whatever you need, you can absolutely stay here if that’s what you’d like, but what was that about gates?”

Right. This is taking too long.

Wilbur still feels a bit outside of his body as he steps forward, but that’s alright. He’s limping, but the pain is distant, and he can let his brain work on autopilot, let his mouth move on its own without regarding the consequences, without thinking too much about

(this is Eret and you know them and they betrayed you and you hurt them and now you’re back and here is a test here is a true test it shouldn’t matter how they react to you you shouldn’t care for their opinion but you do you know you do though you pretend you don’t pretend they’re nothing but a traitor to you but you are a traitor to yourself and you know that between the two of you you are the worse and here you both are and you only need one more and everyone will be back together again like the old days like the old days those good old days)

what happens next.

“Right, then,” he says, straightening his spine and stepping up to be visible just behind Puffy, to the side and a few feet back. Eret’s head whips toward him. “To summarize: the Egg is bad, Dream is also bad, they’re now working together, also with Bad, Techno is gone, we’re all in rough shape, a mind-controlling potentially demonic entity is likely to try to take over the server, and also, I’m here, despite my best efforts. Does that paint enough of a picture for you, or should I elaborate further?”

Eret stares at him. He stares back, doesn’t let himself fidget. He’s putting the general on display, and it has never felt more like a disguise, like yet another mask,

(and didn’t he tell Tommy he wasn’t going to do this anymore?)

but a familiar one, one that’s almost comfortable. He can force himself into the general’s shoes and worry about tactics and battles and numbers and strategy, and tuck the rest of himself away for when there’s time for it. Can think of this as just another alliance to be made, a debriefing to be held rather than

(Eret traitor friend ally enemy the place in your heart is curdled and sour and you do not know if you are capable of starting anew)

and his losses are statistics and cold facts rather than

(Techno’s eyes golden and glittering and then they go dim and pale red pale and staring the light in your brother’s eyes gone out and it is not the first time you have watched a brother die in front of you but Technoblade never dies is never supposed to die never to go to dust never and you cannot make sense of it cannot make sense of the world turned on its head)

“Wilbur?” Eret asks, after a very long moment, and he doesn’t understand why their voice breaks in the way that it does. “You’re—it’s you? Not Ghostbur?”

He spreads his arms, lifting an eyebrow.

“Do I look like Ghostbur to you?” he asks.

“No,” Eret answers right away. “No, that you do not. Um, has this been a thing, or…?” They trail off, and Wilbur can’t figure out exactly what their feelings are, but it’s too late to back down, even if he wanted to.

“For a bit,” he says. “Not for too long. Can we move on? We’ve got bigger issues to deal with at the moment.”

He means multiple things, with that. He means, there’s bigger things to worry about than why I’m here. He means, there’s bigger things to worry about than our history, and as so long as we’re on the same side for the moment, it can’t matter right now. He doesn’t know if Eret catches all of that, but whether they do or not, they nod, seeming to steady themself.

“Of course,” they say. “I—for the record, it is good to see you, Wilbur.” There is genuine relief in their voice, a tone that says they’re actually glad he’s here, more than glad, even, and he really doesn’t have time to unpack that at the moment. They need a plan, and fast, and they need some goddamn gates. And medical attention, probably. The cut on Puffy’s head looks nasty, and Phil’s wings are still dripping blood, and it’s difficult for Wilbur to look at them for too long,

(grief rises up guilt rises up crushing choking your father is grounded and it is your fault)

but it concerns him, how little Phil appears to care for their current state. So there’s that to handle, and it’s almost too much, almost. Almost too much for someone who has spent the majority of the time since he’s been brought back to life cringing away from meeting people, all the confidence he once displayed gone, shrinking, left in the void or in Pogtopia or on the podium from which he announced his own defeat, perhaps. But even still, he remembers how to be the general. He can hide in the general, present the general on the outside, be useful even while he thinks he might be on the verge of collapse, internally. He has been a general, and so he shall be again.

What comes first, then?

He pulls out his comm, scrolling through the messages. There are quite a few in the general chat from just after Sam’s death message, people from all over the server demanding to know what’s going on. His eyes drift over Techno’s, then, and he winces, but keeps reading. There are even more messages after that, capitalization usage increasing dramatically, and his eyes trace over familiar names, a pang in his heart. Niki. Fundy. Quackity. Several from Eret as well. Some from names he doesn’t recognize, like this Foolish person, and someone named Hannah.

But then, they all cut off. There have been none in the past half hour. Since they escaped from the Egg.

Out of curiosity, he taps out a few words: dream and egg have teamed, regrouping at eret’s. Upon hitting send, the screen goes fuzzy, giving him an error message he’s never seen before. So comms truly are down, then, and it’s probably just as well; Dream likely knows where they are, but if he doesn’t, there’s no reason to give him the information.

(and do these old allies old friends deserve to learn of your return from cold words on a screen do you not have the courage to face them yourself face your son your son you have not seen your son)

(the last time he spoke to Fundy, he disowned him. he doesn’t know if he still has a son)

(if he does not, he has no one to blame for himself, and perhaps that is why he is too cowardly to check)

“Right, then,” he says, looking back up. “Gates are the first priority. They might not do much against whatever the fuck that thing is, but it’s better than nothing. Eret, I assume you’d know the best way to go about it?”

Eret’s lips quirk into a slight smile, one that is, perhaps, slightly sardonic.

“It is my castle,” they agree. “The more hands I have, the quicker it will go, but I can get it done.”

“Anyone who’s not bleeding profusely, help them with that, then,” he says. “Anyone who is bleeding profusely—I assume you’ve got pots somewhere, Eret?” Eret nods, gesturing toward the inside. “Anyone who is bleeding profusely gets a pot. Once we’ve got that all covered, we’ll reconvene, come up with a plan for where to go from here. Everyone got that?”

He gets a few nods, and no one dissents, so he’ll take that as a yes. His gaze travels to the kids then, standing clumped together, and Tommy’s eyes are still shadowed, and Tubbo is shifting his weight between his feet, and Ranboo looks lost, awkward, and he wishes he didn’t have to ask anything more of them. But that’s not how wars work, and this has certainly turned into a war.

(child soldiers once again, and how history echoes)

“Tubbo, Ranboo, I want you on the gates as well,” he says, and tries to soften his tone at least a little bit, even if that’s all he can do. “And then afterward—Tubbo, I need you to go through with all of us exactly what you know about—what did you call them? Dreamons?”

Tubbo looks slightly miserable, but he nods. “Right,” he says. “I can try to ward the gates if you want. With, um, anti-demon stuff. I don’t know if it’ll work. I guess last time we didn’t manage to do much of anything at all.”

“Anti-what,” Eret says, but Wilbur shakes his head.

“We don’t have time for that. Tubbo will explain later. We—”

“The fuck am I supposed to do, then?” Tommy breaks in, crossing his arms. “You haven’t given me a job.” He glares, but it is so very obvious that it’s all a front, all a show, and Tommy’s expression dares him to challenge him, but Wilbur thinks that if he does, he just might break something in him. Tommy has always been so much more fragile than he presents himself as, so much more fragile than he likes to believe he is.

(despite it all, despite it all, he is only sixteen, only a child, a child grown old before his time but a child nonetheless, and now a child who watched his brother die for him, an estranged brother perhaps but still a brother, and Tommy has always cared so much and so deeply, no matter how much he pretends otherwise)

He hasn’t given Tommy a job, and he doesn’t really intend to, because Tommy, of all people, needs to sit the fuck down and rest for a moment. They all deserve a break, but in this moment, Tommy is the one who needs it most, and also the one least likely to accept as much.

If the general gives the order, Tommy will follow it, he knows that much,

(because he made his brother into a soldier he made his brother into a soldier and soldiers follow orders)

even if he’ll be angry at him for it, but Tommy angry with him is a sacrifice he’s willing to make. And perhaps directing his anger at him will help. Perhaps it would be better for Tommy to be angry with someone within reach rather than someone out of it.

(because Tommy is hurting, and the cause of that hurt is not here, and so perhaps if Wilbur offers himself he’ll feel better, will feel more in control, because Tommy needs control, because his abuser is out, is wandering free, and his abuser has killed their brother and told him that it is his fault)

But then, Phil breaks his silence.

“I’d like him to stick with me,” he says, with a smile that is obviously strained. “I’m not going to be able to reach everything myself.” He makes a vague gesture toward his wings, still dripping blood, and there is so much of it already drying on his feathers, sticky, tacky, almost blending in with the darkness of the feathers

(but stark against the grey-white of exposed bone)

“Why the actual shit—” Tommy starts.

“Good idea, Phil,” he cuts him off. “Tommy, help him with the wings, would you?”

“Why do I have to—”

“You too, Wil,” Phil says, and his mood sours immediately. “You think I don’t see that leg? C’mon, Eret, show us to the pots.”

When faced with that, he has no choice but to agree, really.

(he wouldn’t have ignored it. he wouldn’t have. He knows better than to leave a wound untreated in wartime. Even if something whispers at him that he deserves the pain, even if the bite of it brings him closer to reality. But his better sense knows: pain is not the penance that is asked of him, not a recompense that will do anyone any good)

**********

They meet again half an hour later in Eret’s throne room. Half an hour later, and his leg is bandaged and tender and no longer an open wound, and Tommy is frowning and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes, and the state of Phil’s wings is still bothersome, because he didn’t let either of them touch them beyond what was necessary,

(and he recollects countless nights spent running his fingers through soft, silken feathers as his father told him how to preen them, told him that it was a sign of trust, an activity that only family, only flock is allowed, and now Phil will no longer let them near him, will no longer even take care of them himself and it makes him sick to his stomach to think of what has been lost)

but they are no longer bleeding, and that has to be what matters.

The throne room is not the best location for this, he thinks. It feels awkward. But it’s a room big enough to fit everyone, which is the point, big enough to fit Puffy, presence looming and forehead now bandaged, to fit Sapnap, fidgety as he is, like a caged, snarling animal, all restless energy. Big enough for Tubbo, for Tommy, for Ranboo, for Phil, for Eret and for himself, and big enough that there is an obvious gap at Phil’s right side where someone else should be standing.

Eret eyes her throne, glances at everyone else in the room, and then seats herself at its base. It’s a pithy gesture, meaningless, but Wilbur has more important things to do than to call her out on it, even though the existence of the throne itself grates against him.

“Let’s call this meeting to order, then,” he says, and Eret frowns. Perhaps she doesn’t like that he’s calling the shots in her own

(ill-gotten, dearly kept)

castle, but tough. He’s brought out the general for all of their sakes, so the general is what they’re all going to get.

(it’s a mask again and masks crack but he can keep it up for long enough he can he can they need a leader so he will lead he will lead them)

(you were so good at compartmentalizing, once, go good at shoving it all away in boxes in dark shadowy corners never to be opened to gather dust and cobwebs and faded recollections but the boxes cracked and the demon’s escaped and Pandora was too weak to stop them and it all ended in a bang and he cannot tell if hope remains but that isn’t the point because the box is opened and once opened it is not so easily closed and you are putting on a show a lie and lies come back around again they always do and you should know better than to pretend at strength you do not have you will lead them to ruin again ruin and gunpowder smoke and what gives you the right)

“Yeah, alright,” Puffy says. “Can we start by talking about—whatever that was? What were you talking about, dreamons? What’s a dreamon?”

“That sounds like a made up word,” Tommy mutters.

“I wish it were made up,” Tubbo says, and he winces when all eyes turn to him. But a moment later, he straightens, setting his shoulders squarely, holding his head up high. “I’ll tell you all what I know. Even if that turns out to be not as much as I thought.” He pauses, clearly struggling for words.

“Start from the beginning,” he suggests, and Tubbo nods at him gratefully.

“Okay, right, the beginning,” he says. “In the very beginning, me and Fundy were messing around, and we found some old books. We went through them for a laugh, and we learned about these things called dreamons.”

“Wait, that’s what they’re actually called?” Tommy interjects. “Like, properly?”

Tubbo shrugs. “It’s what the books said,” he says. “We weren’t about to argue over names. Even if it did seem like a weird coincidence. But yeah, that’s what they’re called.” His voice falls into an odd cadence here, recitative, like he’s telling a story, and Wilbur crosses his arms, gripping at his elbows. “They come from the darkness of the void, lurking around the edges of a server’s code. Once they get in, their only goal is to cause chaos and destruction. They corrupt everything they touch, and they can possess people and turn them into their puppets. They have unknowable powers, because they’re a sickness, a rot, like an infection in the code of the server itself. It’s really, really difficult to get rid of them, but it can be done if you have the right tools. Or—” He blinks, stuttering a bit, his voice landing more naturally. “We thought so, anyway.”

“What does this have to do with Dream?” Sapnap asks, stopping his pacing, looking to Tubbo with an expression in his eyes that hurts to look at, a bit, wobbly and desperate and pinched, like he already knows the answer but hopes that he’s wrong, hopes as much as he is able, even though he knows it will be fruitless.

Wilbur has put the pieces together. As best he can, anyway. And Sapnap’s not a stupid man. He can see where this is leading.

“Dream got possessed.” Tubbo sighs, gaze drifting toward the floor. “It was a whole thing. Honestly, we were surprised nobody else noticed. But we—we performed an exorcism. And it was really scary, to be honest. But it worked. We could see it leave, all oozy and black and gross, and Dream was better afterward! He was! So we thought we got it out.”

“But it tricked you?” he asks.

“I don’t understand how it could have,” Tubbo replies. “It’s not—it’s not like the kind of possession that you see in a TV show, where the demon can pretend to be the person or something like that. It’s obvious. It’s too—it’s too wrong to blend in, if that makes sense. It made his voice go all funny and deep, and the way it moved—” He shudders, and then continues, miserably, “The way it moved, there’s no way you could mistake something like that for a human. That’s why we were so sure it worked. Because afterward, he seemed back to normal.”

Something about this doesn’t make sense.

“Tubbo,” he says, wheels spinning in his mind, “when was this?”

Tubbo blinks. “Manberg days,” he says. “Um, that’s why we never told you about it, I suppose.”

He barely bats an eye at the reference. It doesn’t make sense. Because he has sensed that wrongness, as Tubbo puts it, has been sensing it from the moment he set foot in that prison cell for the first time. On some level, he knew that something was deeply wrong, even if a demonic presence was the last thing he would have guessed. But if the whole thing happened during—during that time, and the signs of possession were as obvious as Tubbo says, he would have noticed, wouldn’t he? He had plenty of interactions with Dream during that time.

(unless his own shadows stretched long, stretched far enough to cover Dream’s, to cover the thing piloting him)

But no—his shadows were of his own making, not supernatural. If anything, his mindset should have made him more receptive to suspicious wrongness, not less. So what—

(Dream smiles, and you know what it’s like, to have something whispering in your head, he says, once you let something in, there’s no going back)

“Maybe the first bit was a fakeout,” Phil suggests, arms folded, head tilted. He’s perplexed, which is worrying; it’s rare to come across a being that Phil knows nothing about. “It made itself obvious to lure you in so it could slip under the radar. Faked leaving to put your guard down, maybe.”

It’s plausible. But somehow

(and Dream stands atop the Egg and he says, he says, I tried to fight at first, but it turns out it was right all along, and he says it he says it like it’s separate from him like there is not something else something other speaking from his mouth after all and he tried to fight it he tried to fight it and what does that mean)

“They’re the same,” he breathes, and doesn’t know what he means, not quite yet, “they’re the same, and the Egg controls people, and he was talking about fighting something, about giving in—”

He runs a hand through his hair. Shakes his head.

“Wil?” Phil asks.

“Oi, Wilbur,” Tommy says, almost at the same time. But he needs to—he needs to focus as the pieces click into place, faster than he can process, and he has a conclusion but not the words yet—

He holds up a hand.

“Tubbo,” he says, “you said it can corrupt things. What did you mean by that?”

“I dunno, really,” he says. “It talked about it in the books some, but it was all weird metaphorical language. Couldn’t really makes sense of it. We were more focused on the bits that told us how to get rid of them.”

(he says, you know what the void is like, and Tubbo says that they come from the void, and)

That’s alright. He’s not sure he needs a hard answer to that, because he thinks that if one were to describe the feeling of the corruption, it would be

(it is dark and it is peaceful and there is static at the edges eating away at what makes him himself eating at his soul at his sense of self and it is what he wants, to be nothing, and he does not imagine what it would feel like if it were not what he desired, if he tried to resist it, resist the void all-consuming, all-devouring, resist the void that takes all things into itself and is never satiated)

something familiar.

“Alright,” he says, and steeples his fingers together. “Let me paint a picture for you. Someone gets possessed. You exorcise the thing. But these things can corrupt, you say. So maybe you get rid of the thing itself. Maybe Dream’s pretty much back to normal. But maybe it leaves little bits of itself behind. Maybe he’s not possessed, but maybe that doesn’t matter so much anymore. Maybe it changed him regardless. Maybe it’s still changing him, even though it’s no longer there. Maybe a corruption took root, and there wasn’t any going back from it.” He tilts his head, closes his eyes. “Suppose that the Egg is the same type of thing. Something that forced its way through the cracks of the server, something that’s been smart about it, biding its time. The things that Dream was saying reminded me a lot of what the Egg was doing, you know? Manipulating people, making them into things they aren’t, or into their worst selves.”

He strings the words together as he goes. He’s not sure he’s getting his point across. He used to be so much better at this.

“Wait, so you’re saying you think he isn’t possessed?” Sapnap asks.

“I’m saying we don’t really know,” he answers. “Not unless we get it from him. But Tubbo’s the expert here, and if he says Dream’s not acting like he’s possessed, I believe him. But even if he’s not possessed outright, that doesn’t mean there’s no—influence, perhaps.” He keeps his eyes shut; the darkness on the back of his eyelids is a natural one, but he can almost pretend that it isn’t. That it is darker, deeper.

(void)

“He was right that I know what it’s like,” he says. “I’ve felt the Egg in my head. And I was in the void for—a long time. It felt like forever. I know what it feels like, and there’s some of it in him, I think. Him and the Egg both. They’re the same kind of wrong, the same kind of unbelonging. I’ve never been possessed by a demon before, but if it’s made up of void stuff, that’s the sort of thing that stays with you. Whispering.”

He opens his eyes. Everyone is staring at him, varying expressions of horror on their faces.

He goes back over his words. In retrospect, he can see how they probably came off sounding.

“Wil,” Phil says softly.

“I’m fine,” he says, not at all convincingly, he’s sure.

(once he starts thinking of the void of the peace and of the rest it’s hard to stop even though his desires are now tinged with red and he knows better than to listen but he cannot help himself)

“This is all speculation, anyway,” he continues. “Might not matter at all, in the end, what the particulars are. We just need a way to stop them. Can dreamons be killed, Tubbo?”

Tubbo takes a moment before replying. “I don’t think so,” he says. “Fundy might remember better. But I think the only thing in what we read was the exorcism.”

“Which doesn’t help us much if Dream’s not actually possessed,” Puffy says. “Unless it might work on the Egg? If the Egg’s a—a dreamon too?”

“Worth a shot if we can get to it again,” he says, “but I don’t like risking so much on a maybe.”

“The less we mess with forces beyond our understanding, the better,” Eret says suddenly. She frowns, pushing her sunglasses further up her face. “As I said earlier, I’ve been away a good bit recently, so I haven’t been tracking the Egg’s progress as much as perhaps I should have. But I did notice an increase in activity—well. It was shortly after we tried to resurrect you, Wilbur.” She inclines her head toward him. “I fear that in our efforts, we might have interfered with something we shouldn’t have interfered with. Weakened a barrier of some kind, between our existence and—something else.”

She speaks with a strange kind of gravity. But her words make an unfortunate kind of sense.

He doesn’t look at Phil.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tommy states. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I’m with Tommy on this one. What are you talking about?” Sapnap adds.

“We’re getting off track,” he says, snapping his fingers. “We’re going about this wrong. We don’t have enough information, and we don’t have enough power. Those are our problems. How do we solve them?”

“The obvious would be to get the word out,” Puffy says. “Comms are down, but we can go by word of mouth if we have to. Kinda risky, with the amount of vines on this server, but the nether portal’s right across the way. No vines in the nether, I think.”

“I have lots of old books myself,” Phil chimes in, eyes skyward. “Might be something in there to help that I’ve read and forgotten about. And I’ve got another source of info I’ve barely begun to go through. Old shit I found. It might be worth a shot.” He looks back down. “We need to go get Techno anyway.” He says the last in a tone that brooks no argument, and Wilbur doesn’t try, even if it’s perhaps not the most tactically sound option.

(he wants Techno back too, wants to lay eyes on him, hold his wrist in his hand and count his heartbeats, each one a reassurance, because he knows what it is for a brother to die and come back but that has never made it easier)

“It’s better than nothing,” he says. “Alright, I’ve got a plan, then. Some of us go to the tundra, get Technoblade, and go through whatever books Phil has. Some stay here and fortify the defenses as best we can using what Tubbo can remember that he thinks might work, and a couple of us go around through the nether and tell as many people as possible what’s going on. Gather allies, resources anything else we might need.”

It’s not much of a plan. But based on just how outclassed they are, just how little they know, just how much exhaustion shows in their faces, it might be the best plan they’re going to get for now. To throw themselves back into a battle so soon would be folly.

It never sits well with him to bank so much on a hope, though, a mere possibility that things will go their way.

(but certainties were ripped out from under him the moment Dream killed the unkillable, the moment he saw his brother  crumple to ash before his eyes)

“Great,” Puffy says, grimacing. “What could possibly go wrong with that?”

The silence that greets that statement serves perfectly well as a response.

He closes his eyes again. The darkness is no comfort.

[castiels-majestic-wings]

Sixth Sense - Chapter 3

Paring: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,255

Warnings: Accidental violence/injury. Mental health (Loki).

Posted: 03/01/2021

Odin wasn’t particularly fond of you staying in Asgard. But you had insisted to keep a close eye on Loki. You had told him it was to make sure the darkness didn’t get stronger. But there was something else, after reading him so deeply, so intimately. Something changed. You no longer feared him, but you felt as if you wanted to save him. You needed to save him. From his thoughts, from the entity that harmed him before his forced attack on Earth. You knew he was tortured before his attack, you saw the footage, keeping tabs on what was happening during the battle. But now, you just felt worse. He thought he was the very monster his father despised. He had been lied to his whole life, even by his mother- whom he trusted the most.

Getting lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear Thor entering the room. He was worried for you, he had seen you read auras before but you had never acted like this afterwards. He hoped he hadn’t caused you harm letting you come here. He stared at your figure for a moment. You were facing away from him but your facial features seemed stressed and concerned. Your eyes were narrowed, facing the ground. Your right hand rested on your face while your left draped over your knees. You were unmoving. Completely still until you felt something and your head jerked up and your eyes met Thors. Your eyes narrowed, you had never sensed someone’s presence before. Was your being here helping you tap into your powers. The endless possibilities of being in a magic realm, would that make you more powerful, dangerous?

“Thor- I didn’t hear you come in.”

“You seemed deep in thought” You couldn’t tell him about Loki if he knew his feelings- from what you understood- it would break him.

“Yes, I think my pow- my abilities, I think they’re evolving” It wasn’t exactly a lie. But not the whole truth of what was on your mind.

“Evolving? How so?”

“Before I could only read auras. But now, I can sense them. Not straight away obviously. But what if- what if being here, is making me more powerful? Compared to earth, this realm is one of magic.” You stated, wanting his opinion on the matter.

“It’s possible. So you could sense my presence without knowing I was there?”

“Yes, and-”

“And?”

“And- and I feel a connection- to Loki I mean. I had never read that deep into someone. I felt like his therapist, but it’s more than that. A man like that, he wouldn’t willingly let me read his emotions. But I still felt them. I cant tell emotions from peoples auras, Thor. But with Loki. I did. Is it my being here? “

“We need to tell my father about this” Thor turned to leave but you grabbed his arm holding him back from walking further.

“Don’t. Don’t tell him yet. He doesn’t trust me, not yet. Wait until I gain his trust, then you can tell him” Thor turned to face you again, as your arms fell to your side.

“What if being here causes you harm, Y/N?”

“And what if it doesn’t? If Odin finds out- He will banish me from Asgard for eternity. Thor, trust me on this. There are things you don’t know, about Loki, about your father. Thor, please. Give me a month.”

“One month. No more, no less.”

“Yes! Thank you, Thor” You pulled him into a hug in which he accepted. After pulling away you knew you had to ask Loki about it. You began walking and Thor automatically followed- being you protector here. You memorised the way to the prisons, once Thor had realised your destination he held a hand out in front of you stopping you.

“Are you sure this is wise?” He looked down at your smaller form, concern filling his eyes.

“His speciality is magic, who else could I ask about this?” He frowned, knowing he was the only one that you could ask for answers. A sigh escaped his lips, lowering his hand, letting you continue. Once in the prison you had asked the guards to leave, they denied until Thor had ordered them to. Loki looked up confused with your visit. Sitting up from his laying position on the bed he was given.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice was dull. He knew there was no point in being strong around you, you could read him as easily as the books he reads.

“I have a question, related to magic.” His eyebrows perked in curiosity.

“Magic? Well, you’ve come to the right place.”

“My abilities are evolving. I assume it’s my being here. I can now, not only read auras but sense them. And I think they’re still growing.”

“Well, this is the realm of magic, my dear. There are endless possibilities for the reasoning of your growth. But I would say your assumption is correct.”

“Would I be in any danger being here? Will my body be able to handle the change in my abilities.”

“That all depends on you. If you’re strong enough to sustain it, you will be fine. But if not, there is a certain danger to it.”

“Thor let me into the cell. I need to test something”

“Are you sure? He just said it’s dangerous”

“Only if I can’t handle it. I’ll stop before any permanent damage is done. Don’t worry so much. I’m stronger than I look.” Thor was hesitant but complied. Loki didn’t make a move to hurt you even with Thor on the outside. You sat in from of Loki with a chair, much like last time.

“Look, I’ve never done this before so if it hurts I’m sorry.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Just relax” You placed your fingers on his temples gently, closing your eyes. You tried to concentrate on him, his pain. You wanted to understand him more. Then you saw the tesseract and a purple titan with a deceiving smile. A tear rolled down your cheek as you searched for the cause of his pain. You saw auras within his memories. Those of his adopted family in happy memories turned sour. He believed his life was a lie. He didn’t want to love anymore, in fear he would get hurt again. He-.

You were brought back to reality, your hands were no longer on Loki’s temple but within his hands. You had caused him pain. Making him relive those memories. Thor had entered the room at this point. You still didn’t notice the tear on your cheek until Loki wiped it away.

“How- how did I see that?”

“That I’m not entirely sure of. It seems you hold abilities even more than you already possess”

“But I read auras, not emotions and memories.”

“I’m afraid you might be wrong there.”

“You are not doing that again” Thor demanded, voice deep.

“Why not? This would be the best way to heal your brother”

“Y/N you screamed as you cried. I do not think its best for you to continue. I shall call Stark and-”

“No! I- I need to continue”

“Y/N it will harm you”

“No, you don’t understand. I need to continue Thor. Not only am I helping Loki, but I’m expanding my knowledge of my powers. Who knows what other abilities I possess.” Excitement and urgency filled your tone, making Thor rethink his decisions. Was it wise to keep you here, letting you continue? Without his father’s knowledge? What was he thinking? He trusted you. He had to let you do this. You know the dangers, yet still want to continue, who was he to deny that.

“I shall not stop you if this is the path you choose. You cannot stop. You must continue forward until the very end” He lectured you as if you were entering battle.

“I know. But I trust my gut, Thor. This is something I have to do. There are no choices in this, no decisions that will change my mind. Its something I know that must be done” Thor nodded saying nothing more. You turned your attention back to Loki. He stayed silent, knowing exactly what you saw.

“Thor, leave us. Can you mute the cell? The barrier would have that ability I assume?” Thor huffed but nodded, answering your question as he left. He gave a thumbs up showing that he could no longer hear you, but you had to check. You knew what he was like. You turned and yelled.

“Thor is a giant asshole with an ego bigger than Tony!” Thor didn’t budge, but Loki stifled a laugh. You turned towards him and let out a giggle yourself.

“I had to check. He’s not very fond of us being alone together. Even if he can see us, he thinks you’ll manipulate me if he cant hear us.”

“And what makes you think I won’t.” He tried to shield himself again, going back to his trickster persona.

“I’ve seen your pain, your memories, Loki. You don’t have to hide anymore. Not with me. You hold no hatred for attacking my planet. I know you had no choice. That thing. The purple titan. He forced you to do it. I know you're not the monster they think you are.” You held his hand in a comforting way. Letting him know that he could trust you. His eyes searched yours for deceit. Anything that would show him that you would betray him like the rest of them. But he found nothing. He began to break.

“I didn’t want to do it. I thought I killed Thor. And I hated it. But I had to prove to him- to Thanos-”

“His name is Thanos?” His eyes shut briefly as he sighed.

“Yes. I had to prove my loyalty. He tortured me after he saved me. He needed me. The god presumed dead by his brother. No one would see me coming.” You nodded your head, listening to every word diligently. He poured his heart out, for the first time in his life. He was vulnerable. He told a Midgardian everything that was eating at his conscious. And during that whole ordeal, you didn’t say a word. You let him vent. It seemed as though you were a therapist of some kind to him. Once he stopped, he noticed your tears. You felt empathy, for him. No one had cared enough to ever listen to his words. But now, here you were, sat in front of him, crying. He didn’t know what to feel.

Thor was stood outside Loki’s cell the whole time. Not being able to hear a word. He saw that Loki was the only one speaking. He feared that Loki was trying to manipulate you, he went to interrupt before he saw your hand signalling him to calm down. You sensed his tension. You had to let him know you were okay. Loki wouldn’t open up if Thor interrupted. But when Loki stopped speaking and Thor saw your lips move, with tears in your eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. He burst into the cell. You stood in defence at the sudden sound.

“What did you say to her Loki?!” Thor had misread the situation. You had to calm him down. You walked towards him, putting your hands up to try and calm him.

“Thor, I’m fine. He didn’t do anything” Thor barged passed you and went to punch Loki but you jumped in front of him taking the hit. You grunted as the force threw you to the wall. Thor pulled back, seeing your figure leaning against the wall. He resented himself for striking you, even if it was by accident. You looked up, holding your waist. The force you hit the wall at caused some more physical damage than the broken and bloody nose. Your other hand made it up to your nose to examine the damage. With the force of a god, you were lucky you were still conscious. Loki had come to your aid, helping you up while Thor was frozen, unable to believe his actions.

“Are you alright?” Loki’s voice showed concern. You kept hold of Loki’s shoulders to keep your balance. The thumping in your head didn’t stop you from yelling.

“You idiot! Thor, when will you learn that your actions have consequences! Stop and listen before attacking someone. It will get you out of so many unnecessary situations!” You removed your hand from your waist, placing it on your head. The shouting had made it worse.

“Damn it, Thor. I told you to trust me.”

“You were crying what was I suppose-”

“I was crying because he told me everything! I got so sad thinking ‘How could he live like that? How did he last so long?’ I cried because I have empathy, Thor.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N I-”

“Save it. I’m not mad. Just hurt.” You groaned in pain as you shifted your weight.

“Let me take you to a healer” Thor’s hands reached out to help you.

“Fine.” You removed your arm from Loki’s shoulders as Thor placed a hand under your knees, and the other on the small of your back before he lifted you. You looked at Loki and saw how hurt he was of your pain. He wanted to take you himself and check on you whenever he could. But as a prisoner, he wasn’t granted that freedom.

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[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Grand Gestures

Prompt: Fred Weasley x Reader: Y/N is many things, smart, funny, attractive, kind, they are all of things, but observant is not one of them. Y/N has a massive crush on Fred, and Fred returns their feelings and has been trying to hint at it for over a year, which has gone completely over your head. Finally, Fred decides enough with the little hints, and does something that will make you realize his feelings.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff,, I think that’s it

A/N: So, I have COVID, yay, so to cope I’m probably going to be writing a shit ton more to cope, so if you have any suggestions feel free to leave them. Smut is allowed, and I write for other characters besides Fred so just LMK

Also I used they/them pronouns in this but there is a part that says that the reader sleeps in the girls dorm so there's that as well. If I missed wrote any pronouns LMK because I’m hella dumb and cant read.

It was the weekend, and the storm raging outside meant no quidditch practice, so what better way for a gaggle of Gryffindor's to spend the day in the common room trying to kill their ever-growing boredom.

You, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Fred and George Weasley and Dean Thomas were all currently splayed about the common room, either paired off to have more private conversations, or just laying on the floor, which you were currently doing.

“I’m so bored!” You suddenly shouted

“We know Y/N, its only the 5th time you’ve said it” Hermione said from the couch, where she was currently reading a book.

“I only say it because I’m suffering” You said from the floor, causing Hermione to roll her eyes, but still smile.

“Well find something interesting to do” She said, going back to reading her book.

You stared back up on the ceiling, trying to think of anything you could do. It was to rainy to go outside, the dining hall was closed, and you’ve already read all the muggle books you brought from home. After a few seconds you turned to look to your right, where Fred Weasley was laying beside you, his head at your feel, and George beside him, his head at Fred's feet, all three of you staring at the ceiling.

“Can you read Georges mind?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look at the older twin, who was now looking at you with a confused look on his face.

“What?” He asked.

“Can you read Georges mind? It’s a simple question” You said like it was the most casual conversation in the world.

“No I can’t read Georges mind, why do you ask?” Fred said, now sitting up as well, intrigued by your weird question.

“I don’t know, don’t twins have like, freaky abilities or something? Have you ever tried?” You asked fully sitting up, causing Fred to look at you with a look that could only read as ‘what kind of weird muggle drugs is this bitch on?’ But he decided to humor you, looking over at George.

“George, I’m looking at a color, what is it” Fred asked, causing the younger red head to furrow his brows in concentration.

“Yellow” George said, earning a head shake from Fred.

“It was Blue, guess that answers that question” Fred said looking back at you.

You furrowed your brows, looking around the Gryffindor common room, which was pretty full of Reds and Yellows, trying to find the blue he was seeing.

"Blue?” You asked looking at the older red head.

“Your sweater dummy” Fred said laughing, making you look down and laugh as well.

“Why my sweater?” You asked.

“It looks cute on you” He said, making you smile and blush a bit as you looked down at your hands, which in turn made you miss the thumbs up George was giving Fred, which he quickly slapped away.

“Why thank you” You said, appreciating the compliment but not thinking much of it. You did fancy Fred, but he was nice to everyone, so you were sure the compliment was only that.

“It looks like the rain is letting up a bit, you guys want to stop by Hogsmeade?” Harry asked looking at the group, who nodded eagerly.

“Yes! I would kill for a butterbeer right now” Ron said, already standing and practically running to the door, the rest of the group following.

About ten minutes into your walk, you realized that you should have brought a coat, your knit sweater not doing a whole lot to protect you from the cold. You shoved you crossed your hands under your arms and tried to focus on the walk and not on the wind that was causing goose bumps to rise on your skin.

Fred noticed, having put on a coat before he left, but he didn’t bring it for himself. He knew you got cold easily and were also to stubborn to bring a jacket anywhere, so he brought it along just in case. 

“Here” He said, grabbing your attention and slipping off his jacket, holding it out to you.

“Won’t you be cold?” You asked looking at the article of clothing, and then at Fred.

“Nah, I run hot” He said. You looked at him skeptically, before giving in and taking his jacket, slipping it on and instantly being enveloped in warmth.

“Thank you” you said, a smile crossing both of your faces. This wasn’t the first time Fred has offered you his jacket, but all you thought was that he was probably just being nice, he would probably do the same for anyone.

In reality, seeing you in his jacket made Fred’s heart pick up. He thought you looked cute in his clothes, your face blushing from the cold. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, continuing their trek to the village.

“No problem” He said.

Your first stop when you got to Hogsmeade was Honeydukes, seeing after a stressful week of classes, you in some desperate need for some chocolate frogs. As you walked into the store, Fred’s are slipped from around your shoulder so you could move around the store more freely, which made your heart sink a bit, but seeing how cramped the store was it was definitely necessary. However, before you were even fully in the store, Hermione suddenly grabbed your arm.

“Oh my god, they have a new bookstore across the street! Can we please go see, I know you’ve read all your books from home and you may find something you like” Hermione said, making you smile at her excitement.

You looked into the shop to see Fred and George, George laughing at something Fred said or did, and I guess he didn’t like whatever it was because he was currently glaring at his younger twin. You made eye contact and you made a hand signal letting them know you were going across the street. They nodded in your direction, letting you know they understood, and then you were on your way across the street.

When you were fully out of the store, George started laughing again, making Fred hit his arm.

“Would you knock it off! I’ve tried everything I can think of!” Fred said, making his brother laugh even harder, this time causing some people in the store to look over.

“My dear brother, I think Y/N’s great, I do, I love them like a family member, but they are absolutely clueless. You need to step up your game.” George said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Luckily for you, I have a plan for you”

“Really?” Fred asked, suspicious of what George had planned.

“Yep, I got Hermione working on it now”

The bookshelves seemed to go on forever, lined with thousands of books. You didn’t know where to begin, so you just started wandering the isles, trying to find things that sounded interesting. So far you had a book on magical creature care, and a book about a young witch who saves her true love. It sounds corny, but also like it might be good.

“So” Hermione said from beside you suddenly “I noticed you and Fred are getting pretty close, what's that about?” Hermione asked as casually as possible. In reality, she's been watching Fred drop subtle hints that he liked you for almost a year, and at this point it was getting a little hard to watch you not get the hints, so she and George made a plan to push things along.

“Oh, I was cold so he gave me his jacket. He was just being nice” You said, face heating up at the subject, which Hermione noticed.

“Do you fancy him?” She asked, causing your eyes to snap from the bookshelves to hers.

“I... I guess... why do you like him? Because if you do I can-” You started but Hermione shook her head violently interrupting you.

“Oh god no, not that there's anything wrong with Fred I just... Have someone else in mind. Anyway enough about that, so you do like him?” Hermione asked again, to which you nodded.

“What do you like about him?” She asked, adjusting her bracelet, which was actually a charm she and George came up with. It allowed the person that was wearing the other charm to hear what the other person was saying. Basically just a magic Walkie Talkie, but you didn’t know that, and that Fred and George were currently listening.

“Well you know, he’s really funny, and not in a mean way, but in a way were everyone thinks its funny. Even his pranks are pretty well intentioned, unless they’re at Snape which I can understand” You started, leaning against the bookshelf, meanwhile Fred had a giant smile on his face from across the street.

“And he’s so nice, like when I first met him I was really shy, and he introduced me to all these people and encouraged me to be myself, and he’s the reason I’m friends with all of you.” You continued, Hermione nodding to what you were saying, showing she was listening.

“And he’s just... so nice to look at, like he’s tall, and his freckles are adorable, and his smile gives me butterflies, and his hair looks so soft, and I once saw him without a shirt because George gave him a dare or something, and bitch... quidditch is the best thing to ever happen, he has such good abs.” You finished, causing George to let out a laugh, which could be heard through the bracelet, but Hermione covered it up with a cough, covering the bracelet with her sleeve and cutting off the connection to the other charm.

“I didn’t know you liked him so much” Hermione said smiling. “I think he might fancy you as well you know” She said, to which you shook your head.

“No, I don’t know if I’m his type, he’s just being nice” You said

Meanwhile across the street.

“See, I told you they liked you back, now will you go tell them?” George asked Fred, who currently had the most ridiculous smile on his face.

“Yeah I will” Fred said, looking out the store window, and into the shop across the street. Looking at you. 

By the time you and Hermione were done at the bookstore, it was time to head back. You didn’t end up getting your chocolate frogs which was a little disappointing, but you had four new books to read, and seeing you still had another day of the weekend, that will most likely be rainy, you couldn’t wait to start reading them.

You and Hermione met the rest of the group outside Honeydukes before making your way back. On your way back you were clinking your two of your new books to your chest, Fred offering to carry some as well, and talking to Fred about how excited you were, which made him smile. He loved how your face lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about. Before you knew it, you had made your way back onto the campus, and into the common room.

“Whelp, that was fun, now I’m going to sleep for the next twenty hours” Ron said, making the group laugh.

“I’m pretty tired too, see you guys tomorrow” Hermione said, cutting off from the group as well.

“I think I’m going to start one of my books. See you guys tomorrow?” You asked the rest of the group.

“Yeah sounds good”

“See you tomorrow” Dean and George said, heading towards the boys dorm.

“Oh Y/N” Fred said, stopping you and handing you your other books that he carried for you.

“Oh, thank you! Sorry you really didn’t have to carry them if you didn’t want to” You said.

“Oh hush I wanted to” He said smiling ‘Oh, and I think you should start with the green one, it looks interesting, see you later” Fred said, before headed to the boys dorm, leaving you to head to yours.

When you walked in you set your books down and went to change your clothes, realizing you were still wearing Fred’s Jacket. You held the jacket out and smiled before bringing it to your face and taking a breath in. It smelled like fireworks and cinnamon. Like him.

You put the jacket on your bed and went to go to your trunk, when you noticed something sticking out of one of your new books, the green one about magical plants.

You picked up the book and opened the cover to find a folded up piece of paper. You unfolded and read the parchment.

‘Meet me at the astronomy tower in an hour, I want to tell you something’ the paper said.

You knew it was from Fred, you could recognize his handwriting anywhere, still why would he need to talk to you... in the astronomy tower? Regardless of why he might want to talk to you, the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and all you wanted to do was watch the clock until it was time to meet him.

As you made your way up the steps on the astronomy tower, you could see lights coming from the landing. You carried Fred's jacket over your arm, thinking it would probably be best to return it. However, you almost dropped it when you walked into the room.

The room was glowing, the light from the moon illuminating the whole room. A couple of blankets were laid out on the floor, along with some candles, chocolate frogs, and Fred, who was now smiling at you.

“About time you showed up” He joked, but you barely heard him, to mesmerized by the room.

“What's all this?” You asked, walking over to where Fred was standing.

“Well its for you” Fred said, the confidence in his voice faltering a bit at your lack of a reaction. He was about to explain some more, when you spoke up.

“You did this for me? Why?” You asked, finally looking him in the eyes, a confused look on your face.

“What do you mean why?” Fred asked

“Is it my birthday and I forgot?” You half joked, wondering if you might have missed something.

“No, its not your birthday” Fred laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I did all this because I wanted tonight to be special” He said, waiting for you to finally put all the pieces together.

“Again, why?” You asked, causing Fred to mentally face palm.

“Because I like you, you dummy!” Fred finally said, looking at your face for a reaction.

“Like as a friend or-” You asked, but before you could come up with something else to say, Fred had taken his hands out of his pockets and closed the space between you, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours.

Time seemed to stop as you felt him kiss you, before you finally dropped the jacket you were holding, and moved your arms to rest around his neck, deepening the kiss, only for his to pull away, much to your disappointment.

“Not as a friend” Fred said, making you smile.

“Well, I’d hope not after that” You said smiling as Fred lead you over to the blankets on the ground, taking a seat.

“Chocolate frogs?” You asked, picking up one of the packages, a huge smile crossing your face.

“Yeah I know they’re you’re favorite” He said, who was also smiling, but because of your reaction.

“So wait, you fancy me? For how long?” You asked, making him laugh.

“For over a year! I’ve been trying to give you hints all this time and you just never picked up on it, and I was too nervous to ask you out directly, so I just kept hoping you would notice” Fred said, making your face heat up.

“So what made you tell me tonight?” You asked, this time Fred getting flustered, a tint dusting his face.

“Hermione and George got sick of watching you not notice and me not make a move, so they made a charm and... I heard that you liked me too”

“Wait, so in the library when Hermione asked me-” You started, to afraid to finish the sentence.

“Yeah” Fred said

“Oh my God! How much did you hear?” You practically yelled making Fred laugh.

“All of it” He said, causing you to hide your face in your hands.

“I’m going to kill them” You said, before feeling Fred’s hand gently pull your hands away from your face.

“I thought it was cute” He said, making you give him a look of suspicion.

“You promise this wont change the way you view me for the rest of our lives” You asked, making him laugh again.

“I promise” He said, making you laugh before he closed the space between you two again, this time your hands moving to his face to deepen the kiss more, his hands moving to rest on your waist. The kiss was just starting to get a bit more heated when-

“So you think I have nice abs?” Fred asked, breaking away from the kiss and laughing when you swatted his shoulder.

“I swear to god!”

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it! Even if its kind of cringey lol. Feel free to leave any notes or requests <3

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Saved by the Devil (6/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Thomas shelby patches you up after the attempt assassination.

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Not romantic...yet)

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. Have a lovely day!

You anticipated the car ride to be long. But it was quite short. Granted you were dozing off from the fatigue and loss of blood so maybe to did take longer than what you believed. You woke up with ripped cloth around your hand and arm. The areas that were bleeding the most. Thomas helps you out of the car, he held you by your elbow, keeping you steady as you walked. You notice the lack of his jacket. You were too tired to object to his help. You brace yourself for Ada’s yelling and look of disappointment when you realize your not even in London. You’re in front of a pub the sign reading the Garrison. 

 “Where are we?” You ask

 “Birmingham. Lads take care of him” Thomas and you head inside the empty bar together. You hear the muffled cries of the assassin being dragged away, “(Y/N) take a seat.” He takes off his holster throwing it to a farther chair and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. He disappears to the back.

 You take a moment to look at your surroundings. The pub looked to you as if it was under some construction. You yawn. Thomas comes back with a handful of supplies and bottle of alcohol in his arms.

 “You don’t have to do that Mr. Shelby. If you cant drive me back, Ill take the train to London.”

 “Let me see your hand.” He dips his tools in the alcohol

 You give it to him, not wanting to be stubborn. He unwraps the cloth to reveal the ugly gash underneath. You hiss in pain as he pours the alcohol over it. He hands over the bottle to your good hand, you take a swig of it immediately. The adrenaline from your body was gone and everything was beginning to hurt.

 He concentrates deeply as he begins to stich your hand together.  

 “I’ve already called Ada. Told her you were staying here.” He states.

 “She’s gonna have my head.”

 “She will forgive.”

 You sigh, wishing for the day to be over, “Does the horse have a name yet?”

 He pauses, “…Graces secret.”

You can feel the effects of the alcohol run through your body as your mouth begins to run without your brains approval, “Who inspired that one,” You blurt out before your eyes widen. You can feel your intestines cringe on the inside.

 He doesn’t answer or pause his work or look you in the eye. He just continues stitching your hand.

  You begin to ramble, “I’m sorry if that was too personal.” You say quietly.

 “Its just a name.” He says, “Let me see your arm.”

 You pull the sleeve of your dress down, the gash just as bad as your hand. Thomas pulls his chair closer to you. You begin to be very aware of him. Your knees felt like they were on fire as they touched his. You were so close that you were less than an arms length away from touching his chest.

 ‘stupid alcohol.” You think to yourself trying to distract yourself with something in the room. You had the urge to touch him, a feeling nonexistent when you were sober.

 “You shouldn’t have walked away on your own” He sates. You can feel his breath hit your arm.

 “I’ll remember that for next time.” You sarcastically say.

“I’m serious.”

 “I don’t work for you, Mr. Shelby.”

 “That could change.” He says.

 You ignore his words and decide to watch as he carefully stiches your arm his eyes not moving away and he pierces the needle in and out of your skin like a professional seamstress, “Where did you learn to do this?” you ask.

 He clears his throat, “My mother taught me to sew. Came very useful in France.”

 “…You served?”

 “Aye. I was a Tunneller”

 He finishes with your arm and leans back in the chair. You take another swig of from the bottle.

 “So whats next for you?” He asks.

 “Sleep, Mr.Shelby.” You say.

“I’ve told you call me Tommy.”

 You shake your head and smile. You weren’t quite comfortable calling him by his first name. It wasn’t him, it was just ingrained into you to call men by their last name. You father taught you that when talking to men like this you had to remember they were not your friends. It was one of the things you valued from learning from your father. A lesson you would take to the grave. There was only one time you didn’t call a man by his last name. Billy Kimber. You were young and defiant against your father. You had said a few to no words to the man. You did use the name Billy to address him. You regretted the minute you did because after it was unwanted, constant flirting. It got so bad you had told your mother, fearing that the man would go to far. Your father ended business with him because of it, blaming you for the failed partnership.

And talking to Mr. Shelby was easy for you. Too easy. You were constantly watching what you were saying but sometimes you just said too much.

‘Its his eyes.’ You think to yourself. Those dam eyes. They looked tired but the glow still glowed with life. You were very infatuated with them. You had never seen a color quite like it. You notice his lips moving but you don’t register whats being said.

 “What?”

 “I asked, if you know May Carlton.”

 “mmm So she introduced herself?” You giggle to yourself recalling the way she was staring at him.

 He tilts his head, amusement swimming around his face, “Whats funny?”

 “Oh c’mon you didn’t notice how she was staring at you? The girl wanted to eat you up.” You lean forward to grab the bottle again, but Thomas grabs it before you.

 “I think you’ve had enough.”

 You pout and lean back in a huff.

 “What do you know about her?” He asks

 “Are you asking me so you can ask her out or use her?” You ask

 He raises an eyebrow and smiles at you. Even in a drunken state you were still sharp as a tack.

 You sigh at his silence, confirming what you knew, “She has a lot of influence and respect with a lot of important people.” You choose your words very carefully.

“More information would be helpful.”

 “I’m sure you could your own research.” You say feeling drowsy. He notices and stands up from his chair.

 “C’mon, I’ll drive you home.” He says leading you to his car. your out like a light before he even starts the car.

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You wake up disoriented and nauseous. You panic not recognizing where your laying at until you remember that your Adas house. You sign in relief and sit up. You were on the couch, still in your blood stained dress. Your right side of your body was sore as you walked to the kitchen, hearing talking and movement. You open the door to see Ada, Karl, and a man at the table eating breakfast. They all turn to look at you once you enter.

 “(Y/n), your up!” Ada says wrapping her arms around you to hold you. After your hug she immediately starts yelling at you. You stand there like a child getting scolded by her mother.

 Once her reprimanding is done she introduces you to the unfamiliar face, James, who was now your new roommate.

 “You would have met him yesterday, if you didn’t decide to run off with my brother.” Ada mutters under her breath.

“Did he leave me anything?” You ask remembering you were suppose to pay for your services.

 “Its in your room.”

 You excuse yourself from the table and drag your feet up the stiars. You see a thick envelope on your bed with your name on it. You open it slowly revealing a large wad a cash and a note. It reads:

 y/n, we’ll be in touch – Mr.Shelby.

 You smile at the little note and place it underneath your pillow while the cash gets placed underneath your mattress. You look at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess head to toe. Your hair a bird’s nest and the skin on your face and arms littered with little cuts all around. And the right side of your body was very noticeable with the large stiches

 ‘that’s gonna scar’. You think to yourself as you prepare for a shower.

 Today, with the worlds biggest hangover over your head, you had an agenda. You were gonna do as Thomas Shelby said and find your fathers death records.

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