#and like a little boy he shouts and begs and bullies. but it's time for the grownups to talk now. and he just isn't one. they're all

[bitchthefuck1]

At the end of the day, they're still just little kids making noise outside his office.

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*Do not copy my work*

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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[hw4-l1z]

Hi I'm new to your blog but I was wondering if I could request wooyoung x male reader where wooyoung is popular at school and he hooks up behind the school with the school goth boy

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I fell in love with an emo boy 😼😼twas kinda rushed at the sex part but whoops.

Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!m!reader

Cw: reader smokes// putting out cigarette on skin// reader has a few violent thoughts but only about 2 mentioned// unprotected sex// spit as lube// public sex// bullying// kinda just dirty//CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE!!!

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You never really liked wooyoung. His ego was too big and he was such a dick...but although you hated his personality there was no denying that he was gorgeous. He'd catch you staring from time to time but would always be so cocky about it.

"What are you looking at?"

"I know I'm hot but you're weirding me out"

"I look sexy today, don't I?"

You'd just roll your eyes and turn away from him, scoffing. But he was right. He did look really good but you'd never admit that. Some days he'd look so fucking pretty but was such an pain in the ass. You couldn't help but have thoughts about completely taking him apart and having him at your mercy. You wanna degrade him, hurt him, make him beg and humiliate him.

Today you were around the back of the school where nobody ever goes, your back leaned against the wall as you puff on a cigarette. You'd had a long stressful day and needed some sort of relief which at that moment all you had was a pack of cigs. They'll have to do. You thought you'd get some nice peace and quiet by yourself until you hear someone's shoes scraping against the gravel, approaching more and more until they fiannly appear around the corner.

A groan leaves your lips as your head falls back against the wall in frustration. It's wooyoung. He spots you and smirks as he walks towards you. You move your head back forward and you push yourself off the wall ready to leave before he grabs your wrist.

"You know these are very bad for you, it'll turn your insides black" he stops and looks at you up and down before putting on a raspy, mocking 'edgy' voice "unless your hearts already a black void" he says before burning out into laughter. You just glare at him before yanking your wrist out his grip.

"You think you're funny huh?" You quirk your brow at him. He just looks at you trying not to laugh in your face. God you wanna punch him right now. "What are you gonna do? Use your black magic on me? You gonna curse me for eternity" he laughs. You shake your head before letting out a laugh through your nose "no...but maybe this" you say before grabbing his arm and putting the lit up end of your cigarette on his forearm, pressing it down to put it out on his skin. He yelps in pain, ripping his arm from your grip "What the fuck is wrong with you!!" He shouts looking at you with a face of shock.

You throw the cigarette onto the ground before grabbing him and pushing him against the wall. "What's wrong with me? Oh I don't know maybe the fact that you're almost always insulting me and constantly have some stupid snarky comments to say" you snarl to him. He looks a little scared considering he doesn't any of his friends to help him out this. You know he's useless and weak without them, he puts himself into these situations just to have his friends beat the shit out of people. He's alot smaller than you are but since you've never given a reaction back he never expected this to happen.

You've caught him at the right time. You can do whatever without risking getting your ass kicked. "Awe don't have your little buddies to help you this time do you, guess you'll have to fight your own fight this time" you sneer, your face is so close to his, you want to kiss him but you also wanna stomp his face in. He didn't know what to say. He felt a little humiliated that you got him like this but he's also more humiliated at the fact that he's insanely hard right now. Your grip on him, how close you are to him, the look on your face is turning him on so much.

His face begins to burn up once your body presses right against his. He knows you can feel it by the way your lips grow into a smirk and your eyes darken. "Oh...is this turning you on" you chuckle, looking down as you see the tent in his trousers pressed against your own now growing tent. He tries to look away ,embarrassed at this but your hand turns his head back to face you, looking into his eyes. Your gaze burns into his soul as he blinks back at you.

You give him a smirk before you pull away slightly and manhandle him around so his front is now pressed against the wall. You pull his hips out and back into your crotch as you lean into him. Your breath is hot on his neck as you tease it from one side to the back of his neck. "Your such a slut aren't you, want me to fuck you at the back of the school huh? What if someone catches us? What would they think watching you getting fucked onto my dick hmm?" You laugh breathily.

Finally your lips connect with his neck, sucking harshly and biting him, leaving behind dark red marks. He whines as his hips press back into you practically begging you to fuck him. Of course he's scared if you get caught but he's wanted this for so long he can't wait any longer. He reaches behind him to undo your belt in a desperate attempt. You help him out, undoing your button and fly before helping him pull down his trousers.

You pull your cock from its restraints, giving it a few strokes before spitting on it making sure you coat your cock enough. You spit on his hole and using your thumb to rub it in before you line your cock up ready to enter. Slow you push into him as his hips squirm trying to find an angle that feels most comfortable. You finally bottom out to which felt like forever for him, he never turned to see what he was dealing with so the stretch was definitely a surprise for him. He feels so full, your reaching deeper than he's ever felt before but it feels incredible.

Eventually you begin to slowly move yourself in and out. Wrapping your arms around his torso and holding him close as you begin to fuck your cock into him. His head rolls back as the pleasure over takes him. He's fucking his hips back into you whilst one hand is on his cock, pumping it in time with your thrusts. Since neither of you are super experienced it's just quite desperate and messy. Grinding into eachother in a desperate attempt to get off and for you to release some steam. Once wooyoung is feeling less tense you stand up straight again, placing your hands on his lower back pushing down to make him arch more before you begin to properly fuck into him. Your pace is rough but not too fast, hitting those spots inside him at such a perfect amount of pressure. One hand stays on his lower back as the other grips his hair and pulls his head back roughly. His moans are so cute and whiny as he squeezes around you.

Your hand gripping his hair moves round to hold under his chin as you turn his face to the side to face you. You lock your lips onto his quickly, savouring the taste of him. Your tongues begin to tangle with eachothers, messy with spit and teeth clanking of eachothers. It's messy and dirty but you both seem to love it. You feel as his walls begin to contract around you signalling he's about to cum. You can feel yourself getting closer too, the knot building up more and more.

It's not long until he's letting out a high pitched moan into the kiss, spilling his warm seed into his hand. You follow close behind, pulling out of him and pumping your a few times before spilling onto his ass. All that's heard is just heavy breathing as you both stand there dazed, coming down from your highs.

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[xcherryerim]

Forgotten Bond(age)

- Sub!ClaptonDavis x HardDomGn!Reader -

“Keep making you kneel, keep making you bet all of you. The more you fall, dangerous. You know it, but your eyes still reflects me. Good boy, just one word, you shout.” — Beg For Me by Red Velvet

word count: 3.7k

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | 18+ ONLY

Warning: Set in College (Reader and Clapton are 19 and in prom night they were 18) | Mentions of bullying (Reader was Clapton’s bully in hs) | sexual tension | degradation kink | light mentions of underage drinking | handjob | oral sex (reader receiver no genitals mentioned) | light ‘bondage’ usage (yes despite the tittle there’s little of it, I just wanted to make the joke) | slapping | porn with basically no plot | words like: Goodboy, fuck toy, puppy, master are used here. | overstimulation (?) | a bit of bratty Clapton.

Summary: At a freshman college party, you spot Clapton, the individual whom you used to torment in high school, who promptly initiates a search for you despite your efforts to evade an encounter. However, instead of seeking answers or explanations, he seems to desire something else, as he appears to seek out a more intimate and provocative connection, aiming to submit to your dominance.

While college life was enjoyable, it was also challenging and burdensome, with you meeting new people but also finding yourself submerged in a plethora of extra responsibilities that you had not encountered.

You knew you deserved a break, so, fortunately, there was a freshman party scheduled on that night. Even though you weren’t too fond of attending gatherings such as this one, you tried to have fun.

As you walked into the party, the atmosphere was electrifying. The music was roaring, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. Nervously, you scanned the crowd, half hoping and half fearing that you wouldn't run into anyone you knew from high school. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw unfamiliar faces, allowing yourself to relax a little more and join the lively group of strangers.

A few drinks later, you felt slightly braver, conversing with various students who shared similar interests. Just as you thought you might be able to forget about your stressful past, the unexpected happened - you spotted Clapton Davis.

Your heart raced, and your stomach twisted into knots. You were stunned that he had attained college admission, and second, your relationship with him was awkward and tense. Yes, you had acted like a bully towards him in the past for some inexplicable reason. Despite your past behavior, you couldn't deny the allure of his charm and charisma. He possessed an undeniable magnetism that drew you near, even as you tried to push away those feelings of attraction.

While you prayed he would not notice your presence in the room, an immense feeling of panic and dread emerged within you. However, your horror intensified when you realized he had indeed noticed you. You made your way to a separate area of the house, hoping that he would not recognize you.

Despite your attempt to enjoy the mixer, your mind was overwhelmed with memories and thoughts of Clapton, depriving you of the ability to enjoy the party. The loud music and the plethora of individuals you once enjoyed are making you anxious by the minute.

You ran upstairs and entered a quiet bedroom. As you tried to collect your thoughts, you heard the door creak. Someone else entered the room. The darkness made it impossible to recognize who it was, but the mere scent confirmed it was indeed him. In the dimly lit bedroom, your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to come to terms with the fact that Clapton had followed you.

“Clapton!” You blurted out a mix of shock and apprehension as you encountered him again in this enclosed area.

“Shh!” he whispered in a rushed manner, placing his finger on your lips in an authoritative gesture. “Tell me, what’s your deal?”

This wasn't how you imagined your reunion with him would play out, but here you were, trapped in a small room with the very person you wanted to avoid.

"My deal?" you echoed, trying to regain your composure. "I don't know what you mean."

His finger on your lip sent an electric current through you, and you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and desire. This was not how you expected this evening to go. Clapton's gaze bore into you, daring you to defy him, to speak your truth.

"You know exactly what I mean," he retorted, his voice low and forceful. "You spent our entire high school years bullying me, and now you try to avoid me like I'm some sort of ex to you?" He emphasized his point by pressing his body against yours, bringing his face closer to yours, eyes locking in a heated stare.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, attempting to mask your anxiety and uncertainty with a carefree facade. "Forgive, forget, Clapton?" You said to him, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed taken aback by your response, and for a brief moment, his harsh exterior cracked, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability.

But it was short-lived. His eyes flashed dangerously, and he retorted, "I don't forgive or forget easily," his tone growing soft yet menacing. "Besides, aren't we supposed to start fresh here in college?" He stepped back, arms crossed over his chiseled chest, his toned torso visible beneath his shirt. Your eyes involuntarily trailed over his muscular frame, noting the hidden strength and masculinity that lay beneath his calm demeanor.

His posture was confident and authoritative, leaving no doubt about his intent. You found yourself suddenly hyper-aware of the heat emanating from his body, the faint scent of his cologne, and the electricity that seemed to crackle between you two.

"So, how's life treating you, huh?" He asked casually, tilting his head slightly to the side as if genuinely curious about your well-being. "Did you miss anyone specific during the summer?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "You're asking like you want me to say you're the one I missed," you responded, trying to keep the conversation light and playful.

A smirk graced his lips, revealing a hint of white teeth against the lightly tanned skin that he gained over the summer. "Well, I wouldn't expect anything less from you." He chuckled softly, moving closer to you. "But you know what they say: 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' Maybe I missed you too."

His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an underlying current of genuine curiosity. It was clear that he wanted to know how you felt about him, even though the situation between you was far from amicable. And despite everything, you couldn't ignore the spark of attraction that flickered in his eyes, seeming to defy all logic and reason.

"You missed me?" You raised your eyebrow, feigning disbelief.

"Maybe a little bit," he admitted, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Or perhaps it's just the thrill of the chase."

He continued, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly. “What do you say we start fresh? No more games, no more hiding. Just us, getting to know each other again.”

He paused, studying your reaction carefully. There was a challenge in his eyes, daring you to accept or reject the proposition. And despite everything, you couldn’t help but feel drawn into his boldness.

“If I were crazy, I would think you’re asking for something else, Clapton.”

“Oh, I’m not asking for anything crazy,” he replied, his voice dropping to a sultry timbre. “I just want to know if you missed me as much as I missed you.”

He moved, closing the remaining distance between you two, and his warm breath grazed your ear as he spoke. You could feel his heart racing, matching yours. He was undeniably aroused by this confrontation, and so were you.

“Now, are you going to tell me that you didn’t think about me once or twice?” he asked, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your waist. “Or maybe more than that?” There was a playful challenge in his tone, a promise of something more beneath the surface. His fingers dipped lower, sending shivers down your spine, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against your neck.

“Are you implying that I am the only one missing our little... interactions?” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slid up again, caressing your jawline gently and turning your face towards him. “Or perhaps you’ve found someone new to degrade?” He smirked. “I would be jealous if you did.”

“Believe me when I say, Clapton,” you responded, trying to keep your voice steady. “No one compares to you.”

Your words hung in the air between you, heavy with implications. You couldn’t believe what you’d just said, but there it was—an admission of sorts—an acknowledgment of the intense chemistry that existed between you both.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured against your lips, his breath warm and inviting. “Maybe we can work out our differences, huh?” He trailed soft kisses along your jawline, his hands exploring your body with possessive intensity.

“But first,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. “Give me what I’ve been craving since that goddamn prom night.” With that, he got on his knees, looking at you with eyes full of devotion.

At that moment, you knew things were about to change. The tension between you and Clapton wasn’t just about the past anymore; it was evolving into something new—something electric and passionate.

“Slap me.” He blurted it out; his request made you still. “Slap me,” he repeated, his voice laced with desperation.

You hesitated for a split second, unsure of what to make of his unusual demand. But then, you steeled yourself and raised your hand, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed loudly in the quiet room, and the sting of your palm against his cheek left both of you breathless for a moment.

Clapton's eyes widened at first but then closed for a moment before slowly opening back up. A look of relief washed over his face as he reached up, touching the red mark that now adorned his perfect features.

“That’s better,” he growled, a devilish smile on his lips. His eyes glinted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, clearly enjoying your dominance. “You seem to love seeing me humiliated, don’t you?”

“Oh, just look at that,” you taunted, leaning down to whisper into his ear while slapping him lightly across his cheek. “You were just made to kneel, weren’t you?”

"Only for you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

The power dynamic between you two had shifted dramatically, and you couldn't deny the rush of thrill that came with it. You felt a sense of control over him once again but it was mixed with guilt and confusion over your past actions.

“Get up,” you commanded, your voice firm and commanding. “Show me how good you are at submitting.”

Clapton obeyed without question, rising slowly from the floor. His eyes locked on yours, full of longing and submission. His erection strained against his pants. Seeing him like this, needy, was both exhilarating and terrifying but you couldn’t deny the adrenaline rush it gave you.

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered, barely able to contain your excitement. “Then get back on your knees.”

Without hesitation, he complied. His muscular form was revealed as he stripped off his clothing, leaving nothing but his skin and desire between you. Once he was fully nude, he returned to his previous position, waiting for your next order.

“Spread your legs,” you instructed, watching as he complied. His erect cock pointed skyward, dripping come onto the cold floor.

“Look at you.” you sneered, a cruel grin spreading across your face. “Trembling. Panting. It’s ridiculous.”

“Is that so?” he replied, giving you a foolish smile. “It’s just the reaction I get when you’re mean to me. I can’t help but like it.”

“Okay then,” You said, sitting on the bed as you looked at him. “Touch yourself.”

Clapton’s surprised chuckle met your command. “I mean, I could use a hand,” he quipped, attempting humor amidst the situation.

“You want me to touch you?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you’ll have to earn it.”

Without another word, he launched himself onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. His frame flexed as he removed your clothes, revealing your naked body to his eager gaze.

Clapton’s fingers glided across your throbbing between your legs, drawing gasps from your lips. The contrast of his rough skin against your heated flesh sent waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Each touch was deliberate and calculated, designed to push you closer to the edge.

His fingers continued their sensual exploration, the touches carefully thought out yet wildly erotic. You felt his heart beating against your chest, mirroring the rhythm of your own.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice filled with expectation. “Am I being a good boy?” he murmured close to your lips.

His enthusiasm was infectious, spurring on his actions. The tempo between your legs increased, each touch more urgent than the last. “Please, can I taste you? Can I be allowed to be masturbated by you? Can I be inside you if I’m good?”

His words hung in the air, a plea for your approval. “If you promise to do as I say, then yes.”

He nodded, his eyes shining with anticipation. “Yes, I’m your puppy; I’m your fuck toy. I’ll become anything you want. Just please, keep using me.” His words rang true, echoing his willingness to fulfill all your desires.

“Then, I suppose you know what I want now.”

Clapton understood perfectly. He leaned down, trailing soft, sensual kisses across your stomach until he reached your inner thigh. His lips lingered there for a moment, a tender gesture that belied his usual bravado.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip to stifle the growing moan. His warm breath brushed against where your thighs meet, causing involuntary squirms under his careful attention.

Finally, Clapton’s skilled tongue made contact, tracing delicate patterns. A sharp intake of breath escaped you as pleasure surged through your entire being. Your back arched involuntarily, every nerve ending ablaze with sensation.

His expert mouth worked magic on you. He seemed determined to give you the best experience possible, pouring all his passion and skill into his task, and it was working. You felt yourself nearing your peak, each lick bringing you closer to ecstasy. Your fingers dug into the sheets, nails biting into your palm as you tried to prolong the agonizingly sweet buildup.

When it came, your climax was intense, sending shockwaves throughout your body. An animalistic cry escaped your lips as you bucked against him, losing yourself in the sensation. Once it subsided, you found yourself limp and breathless.

You glanced at him, noticing his disheveled state. “Who gave you permission to come?” you snapped, anger seething in your voice.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Hey, I can’t help if you’re moaning my name,” he declared, his tone surprisingly calm.

“That doesn’t matter!” you retorted, slapping him lightly across the face. His resulting moan only served to infuriate you further. Turning away from him, you searched for something—anything—to regain control.

Your gaze landed on a nearby wardrobe, and you headed towards it, pulling out a leather belts. Returning to the bed, you straddled him, your weight causing him to groan in pleasure. Ignoring his reaction, you grabbed his wrists firmly, securing them with the belt to opposite corners of the bed. The restraints were tight, ensuring he wouldn’t escape without your permission.

“Bondage?” He asked with a grin.

Looking down at him, bound and vulnerable, you felt a rush of power. This was where you belonged—in absolute control. You leaned closer, whispering menacingly, “Next time, ask for permission.”

His eyes widened, reflecting both surprise and...was that excitement? He enjoyed your sudden turn of events. If he wanted more of this dominant side of you, however, he would need to provoke you further.

“And if I don’t?” he asked teasingly, challenging you.

“Then you won’t get what you want,” you warned him, your voice low and dangerous. “Remember who’s in charge here.”

His grin never faded, though. “Oh, I think I’ve already gotten what I wanted,” he countered, glancing down at your body. “Maybe it’s time for round two?”

A slow smile. spread across your face. He wasn’t afraid of you, not really. Instead, he thrived under your dominance. Perhaps, in this twisted way, he was enjoying himself.

“I don’t think you deserve another round, Clapton,” you stated, trying to maintain your authority.

His response caught you off-guard. “But isn’t it fun hearing me moan for you, Master?” he purred, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Hearing him call you ‘Master’ sent a thrill down your spine—an unexpected pleasure. Was it worth risking your control again just for that sound?

“Fine. I’ll play your game under my rules,” you stated, quelling the wave of pleasure that surged through you at his words.

Following suit, you spit into his cock, generously spreading your saliva on his hardening lenght. Each stroke of your hand caused him to cry out in mixed pain and pleasure, his hips buckling against yours in response.

“Slo—slow down!” he begged, his leg movements becoming increasingly frantic.

“I’m touching you; isn’t this what you wanted?” You asked coolly, maintaining eye contact.

He groaned, unable to deny the truth in your question. “Yes,” he managed to choke out between ragged breaths.

“Good boy,” you praised, continuing your work. Your hand moved faster, stroking him in sync with your heartbeat. The sensation was almost too much for you to handle, but you pushed through it, focusing solely on driving Clapton to the edge of sanity.

“And you better come when I tell you to,” you stated decisively, increasing the speed of your strokes. Tears of both pain and pleasure trailed down his face, evidence of his mounting arousal.

Clapton’s breathing hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Every movement he made was dictated by the pleasure you provided, and every gasp was directed toward you. It was heady, intoxicating power, and you reveled in it.

“Please, please let me come!” Clapton cried out, his eyes filled with pleading. His body writhed under your skilled touch, in direct contrast to his words.

Instead of yielding to his request, you increased and lowered the pressure simultaneously, driving him to new levels of ecstasy and desperation. His cries grew louder, and his face flushed with exertion and frustration.

“Fuck you!” he screamed, losing his patience. His hands trying to pull away the belts that were stopping his hands from any movements. It was then that you slapped him again, a sharp sting against his cheek.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!” He stammered, clearly caught off guard by his reaction.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking coldly. “You’re ‘sorry’? If you weren’t so useless, you’d spend less time begging for forgiveness.”

It was meant to hurt, but there was also a hint of amusement behind your words. You found enjoyment in pushing him and watching him struggle to find a balance between submission and defiance.

His face flushed deeper, but he stayed silent, accepting your judgment.

“I’m your useless fuck toy, aren’t I?” He asked, his voice tinged with light amusement. Despite his words, there was an undeniable resignation in his tone.

You considered his statement, finding it oddly pleasing. He recognized your power over him, yet he still engaged willingly. With a small smile, you replied, “Yes, you are.” There was affection in your words, hidden beneath the veneer of dominance.

He returned the smile, tilting his head playfully. “Your only fuck toy?” he questioned.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was this what you wanted? To be the only person he submitted to? Or was this just another game, another illusion of control?

“For now,” you hedged, unsure of your feelings.

He sat up, gazing at you thoughtfully. “For now, huh?” He grinned, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. “Interesting.”

You chuckled, returning to a perfect rhythm. Unlike before, it was neither too slow nor too hard, which earned you grateful looks from Clapton. His body began to relax, riding the waves of pleasure you created. His breaths synchronized with your movements, creating a hypnotic pattern.

As you continue, you couldn’t help but wonder where this was leading. There seemed to be genuine emotion behind his words, a vulnerability you hadn’t expected. Perhaps there was more to this relationship than control and submission.

Suddenly, he stiffened beneath your hand, signaling his impending release. You slowed down, waiting for the right moment. “Come now, Clapton,” you whispered, your voice velvety soft.

An exhilarating burst echoed through the room as he did exactly as you commanded. His muscles tensed, his eyes rolling back in pure bliss. As he lay there, catching his breath, you felt a rare sense of satisfaction wash over you.

Clapton abruptly kissed you, his lips pressing against yours hungrily. You returned the kiss, savoring the taste of him. In that brief moment, everything seemed possible. Could this become more than a game? Could you both find a real connection beneath your kinks and desires?

As you broke the kiss, your hearts raced in sync. Your faces were flushed, sweaty, and breathless. Clearing your throat, you untied him from the bed, and then you stepped back, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Get dressed,” you managed to croak out.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Sure thing, Master.” He replied playfully.

Both of you got dressed, and the air between you was thick with unspoken tension. Finally, you were both dressed and ready to leave. As you reached for the doorknob, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you mid-step.

“I was thinking maybe we could go to my dorm.” He stuttered, his face flushed with embarrassment. “I found this underrated band yesterday, and I wanted to listen to their discography. You could join me if you want to.”

Surprised but intrigued, you paused, considering his proposal. “Alright, lead the way,” you finally agreed, as he released your wrist. “But remember, this is purely platonic,” you added with a wink.

“Yeah?” he chuckled. “Platonic, huh? Yeah, because what we just did was purely platonic,” he retorted sarcastically.

You chuckled, acknowledging the truth in his words. “It was!” you teased back.

“Yeah, yeah, sure thing,” he muttered, stealing a quick kiss before ushering you out of the room.

Walking through the party crowd together, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you close. His warmth enveloped you, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Whether this relationship would remain strictly physical or develop into something more, one thing was certain: you enjoyed each other's company.

Despite the chaos surrounding you, there was a serene calm within the two of you. His hand rested gently on your hip, grounding you in the moment as you navigated the sea of people. Every step you took, and every laugh you shared, brought you closer to each other, bridging the gap between your past and present.

Fin. Thank you so much for reading! Sorry if this is mid <\3 I have family over and school is stressing me out.

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[oreolemur]

Regret- Sukuna Fanfic

Sitting in the front of the classroom, Yuji Itadori never went a day in his High School life without falling victim to your torture. He never said a word to you, nor anyone in fact. He stuck to himself, avoiding any type of conflict that happened. You didn’t have a good reason to bully him, but his coward-like aura attracted you. Everyday, he put up with your assaults. He was good at keeping his emotions stable. He was sweet, but it was all an act. There was something inside of him that wanted you to pay, to hurt, and to suffer. It was a never ending bickering between Itadori and his curse. No one knew about Sukuna, and he wanted to keep it that way. No matter how many times you hurt him, Yuji wanted to protect you, but lately, his tolerance began to fade. He wasn’t capable of hurting anyone, let alone a girl. Your bullying tactics became too much for him, causing him to cough up blood, and even pass out occasionally. 

Angered, he planned to get his revenge. Nothing too harmful, but just enough to convince you to leave him alone. Yuji followed you into the locker room after your soccer practice. His curse, Sukuna, supported his idea. “About time you have some fun. Show that bitch who’s boss”. 

He watched and waited until you were vulnerable enough to attack. He carried a knife with him, in case things didn’t go well. “Hopefully, I won’t have to use this”, he glared at it in his hand. Days prior to this, he was so sure that he was ready. Ready to hurt you, to mess with you as you did him. Yuji felt as if he reached his limit. He saw you undress, knowing you were alone and that you were at his mercy. However, he was beginning to chicken out. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? She has her back turned. Go in, now”, Sukuna said. Walking away, you headed towards the shower room. “Stop being a pussy and go!”. The boy’s heart pounded, making him turn around to run away. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it”, he cried. Before he stepped foot out the exit, Sukuna took the opportunity to switch. “If you won’t do it, I will”. He tightened his grip around the knife, grinning at the thought of him hurting you.

Turning off the water, you reached over to grab your towel. “You won’t be needing that”, a voice said. Looking over your shoulder, you saw who you thought was Yuji. “What the fuck? Get out!”, you shouted. Sukuna stood behind the shower’s divider, “Why? Can’t a guy enjoy some nudity”. You were caught off guard by the deepness of his tone. The black markings on his face and arms also caught your attention. “What happened to your face? And why are you here? Is this some lame attempt to make me afraid of you?”, you scoffed.

Wrapping up, you grabbed your things, proceeding to walk out. “Next time think of a better plan”, you stared at him as you went by. Before making it pass, Sukuna took hold of your arm, “That mouth of yours, fix it, or I’ll fix it for you”. The two of you side-eyed each other. You dropped your toiletry bag, swinging your arm to hit his face,“Who the fuck-”. Using his speed, Sukuna stopped you. “I’m warning you right now, act stupid and I will break you”. Irritated, you ignored his words, lifting your leg to kick him.

“Women”, he sucked his teeth, grabbing your leg, making you fall. Your back hit the floor hard, gasping as you attempt to sit up. Sukuna pushed you back down with his foot, placing it on your neck. He watched you struggle, adding pressure to your throat. “Apologize”, he demanded. Clawing at his calf, you refused. “Eat shit, bitch”. He raised an eyebrow, enjoying how much you were begging for him to hurt you more. “Get off me now, or I’ll make you regret it”, you threatened. Sukuna smiled, moving his foot. He stood back, allowing you to get up.

“Apologize”, he repeated. Flicking him off, he angrily punched you in the stomach. “See, usually I would’ve cut your finger off, but I’m feeling a little nice today”. He kicked you over and over again. The white floor tiles began to stain with your blood. Sukuna stopped for a brief moment, observing your nude figure. “Change of plans, Yuji”, he thought.

Unbuckling his belt, he bent down, taking a fist full of your hair. Your mouth was bloody, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Since you want to open your mouth so much, why not put it to good use”. He slid his boxers down, letting his cock spring up. Surprised, you tried to pull away. “Stop fighting. As a woman it’s your job to please me”. He pushed your head down towards his shaft, but you kept your mouth shut. “The one time I want you to open up and you keep it closed”, he pinched your nose. Fighting back, you tried your hardest not to give in. “Stop being so stubborn”, he gritted.

Your body began to jerk, forcing you to open your mouth. Before you could take a breath, Sukuna shoved himself inside. “Think of it as a lollipop. Only this time, you have to suck the whole thing”. His thrusts were hard, making your nose hit his pelvis. “It’s not fun being a victim is it?”, the curse laughed. He felt you gagging on his cock, pleasuring him even more. He fucked your throat more instensely, working to get his orgasm. “As a thank you, I’ll give you a little gift”. He held your head in place, releasing his cum. “Swallow every last drop”. You struggled to keep the warm liquid in. Your cheeks swell as you try to hold it. Letting go, Sukuna pulled out, fixing his pants. You took the chance to spit out his cum, attempting to escape. 

“What a waste”, he sighed, throwing Yuji’s knife at your back. “Fuck!”, you yelled. Desperately reaching to get the weapon, Sukuna grabbed your arms, pulling them behind you. He stomped on your back, resting his foot on you. Pissing him off, he yanked both of your limbs, dislocating them. Your painful cries filled the room. He bent down to get the knife, throwing it aside. “All you had to do was swallow. You’re more hard headed than I thought”. He dropped your arms, grabbing your waist to flip you over.

Looking into your eyes, Sukuna became aroused by your tearful face. He wanted to hurt you more, to hear you scream, and make you beg. He right hooked your face, laughing at the blood you spat out. He continued, watching your eyes slowly close. Sukuna stopped, “I’m not done with you”. Using his healing ability, he reversed some of the damage, only to give you more suffering.

Once you were awake and able to move, it was too late for you to run. Sukuna used Yuji’s belt as a restraint around your wrist. Your back was arched and your knees sore. “Doggy style suits a bitch like you”, the King of curses sent a hard slap to your damp ass. He slid two of his fingers in you, thrusting it gently for good measure. You heard him chuckle, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance. With one push, he penetrated your walls, enjoying how tight you were. He used your waist for support, fucking you roughly. Your pussy couldn’t adjust to his size, “P-please”, you uttered. Sukuna ignored you. “Y-Yuji. I-I’m sorry”. You wailed against the cold floor, feeling weak. The harder Sukuna went, the more your cervix began to break.

You begged and apologized repeatedly, catching the curse’s attention. Stopping, he turned you over on your back. “Repeat that”, he demanded. He spread your legs, putting them both over his shoulders. “I’m sorry”, you cried. He grinned at your pathetic apology, “You're sorry?”. You shook your head,”Y-yes”. He leaned into you, making himself go deeper. You whimpered, placing your hands on his chest.

“For what exactly?”, he grunted. You felt his breath hit the side of your neck. “B-bullying you”. Sukuna still wasn’t satisfied,”Tell me more”. He took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What did you do? Why are you apologizing?”. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, you finally noticed that it wasn’t Yuji you were talking to. “I-I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for calling you names and beating you. I’m-”. Sukuna’s slow hard thrust, cut you off. “Don’t stop”, he ordered. “I’m sorry for making you bleed and pass out. I promise I’ll leave you alone”. Believing you, he climaxed, allowing every drop of him to spill inside of your womb.

He undid the restraints, walking away to dress himself. He left you on the floor, sore and in pain. “Did you have to be that rough with her?”, Yuji asked. Sukuna looked back at you and smirked. “At least she won’t mess with you again”.

[syrupgirl]

woah??? ur writing is legit so good??? may i please request a neteyam x human reader where the reader gets bullied a lot for being human and it’s just angsty fluff??? no rush at all, write if you want to!!

a/n: I feel so bad it took me so long to get to this💔tysm for ur compliments, darling. I hope you like it

i also wanna mention that none of this fic is not meant to hate on Neytiri in any way :’) personally i think she in completely justified in her feelings and hesitancies towards any and all humans. Reader is probably bummed out more bc they hold Neytiri in high regard and wanna be liked by her.

Transcend -Neteyam

The relationship you had with Neteyam made up part of who you were. Before your memory could serve you, nothing could seperate you from the eldest Sully child.

So close to the other that you felt like an extension of the other. You had your own notch that measured your height right next to his, you were there when he chose his Ilu, you were there when he completed his dream hunt, all of it. You had been by his side for all of it and the two of you wouldn’t have it either way.

But, no matter what, what you had with Neteyam would not change the relationships you had with other children for one specific reason, you were human. Of the same people who killed hundred upon thousands of Na’vi. No amount of friendship would change that.

And to some degree you had come to terms with that. You couldn’t change what you were so you focused on fighting for what you knew was right on the side of the people who taught you that in the first place.

You had come to terms with it, but there were days when those hushed words got to you.

Your morning had started off early, Neteyam shaking you awake shortly after eclipse had ended and snuck you out of the mountains, down into the ground. The two of you spent the morning running through shallow brooks and swinging off the highest branches of the trees. It made you feel like you were a child again, where you had done the exact same thing with the same boy until laughter left you breathless.

Now, you were back in the heart of the Hallelujah Mountains, each hauling your hunt in your shoulders.

“They’re back! They’re back!” You heard a little voice shout. Tuktirey.

Oh, how you loved that girl, you just wished you could wrap her up and carry her around with you always. Just days after her birth, you were obsessed with the baby; constantly asking Neytiri to hold her and look after her, taking her with you while you trekked with Neteyam through the forest floor.

The energy you poured over her was very much reciprocated, as Tuktuk loved you just as dearly. As soon as she learned to walk, she spent the days with you around toddling around after you and oh, it was just the sweetest thing.

“Little Tuktirey! Singing my praises as usual?”

The young one giggled in response and skipped over to you, her tail swishing behind her.

“No love for your brother, Tuk? You wound me!” Neteyam whined behind you. You laughed heartily when Tuktirey promptly ignored her big brother.

“What did you get today? Anything fancy?” She asked eagerly as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to peak at the carcass hauled.

With a huff, you and Neteyam dropped the bodies to the ground to be prepared.

“Nothing to fancy this time, sorry, Tuktuk.”

She pouted and wrapped her arms around your waist, smushing her face into your chest. You laughed again, placed your hands into her hair, and pinched her ears gently.

Tuk squealed and immediately ran away from you, probably to her other siblings. Probably Kiri.

“That is not fair, I’m her brother by blood, and she prefers you over me!” You rolled your eyes at Neteyam’s drama.

“Maybe if you were as cool as me, Neteyam, your sister would actually like you!” You sighed, putting on a fake high and mighty attitude.

“Hey- I am plenty cool!”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that, skxáwng.”

“By Eywa, why do I even keep you around at this point.”

You doubled over in laughter as Neteyam began to walk away, probably to alert his parents of his return.

Sighing contentedly, you wiped your eyes that had filled with happy tears from you uncontrollable giggles and unsheathed your knife to begin the processing of the meat.

“Can you teach me?” A little voice piped up beside you. Slightly startled, you glanced down and saw little Tuk had returned to your side, a hungry gleam in her eyes, a hunger to learn.

You tapped your chin in fake thought and scrunched up your face. “I don’t know…It might be a bit hard for you…”

“It won’t be hard! I’ve seen Lo’ak and Kiri do it heaps!” She sprung up and down on her toes. “Please? I’ll do whatever you say!”

“Okay, but you have to pay attention to everything I do, clear?”

“Yep!”

-

“-and then once you have wrapped the meat, you always make sure to return all the parts you won’t use back into Eywa.”

You were surprised Tuk has stuck around this long, listening to everything you had said with rabid attention just like she said she would.

It seemed like she was having a great time; trying her hardest to copy your actions to a T and not getting discouraged when they came out a little sloppy. She had been honest when she said she wanted to learn and you had this strange sense of pride that swelled in your chest.

“Tuk, where have you been?” The voice of Neytiri cut through your thoughts and you turned around to that direction.

Stalking towards you was a very frustrated looking Neytiri and you felt a lump of nerves settle in your chest.

The woman stopped behind her daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked defensive, like she was ready to fight or flee at a moment notice.

Neytiri didn’t even have to say any words, she just looked you up and down with widened eyes and puffs of air coming from her nose.

“Mama! Yn was showing me how to prepare the meat to be cooked and the…the skin to be…something-ed…” Oh dear, sweet Tuk. She was completely oblivious to the tension heavy stares that were being charged above her head and you wanted it to stay that way.

“Neytiri I apologise, I should have come to ask you first.“ You started and looked to your feet. Hoping that would show her that you didn’t want any trouble.

“You should have. You do not make decisions for my daughter.” She whispered before she gently took Tuk by the hand and walked away, supposedly back to their marui.

You felt a hot flush crawl up from your toes and all the way up to your face.

How embarrassed you felt in that moment. The last thing you had ever wanted to do was to overstep the boundaries made clear by Neytiri when it came to her children. You had no problems with them and understood why she had made them in the first place, but it didn’t make you feel any bit better about yourself when she reminded you that they were there and made to seperate you from her family.

A bit dazed, you crouched down next to one of the hides and hoisted it over your shoulder.

“Did you leave any for me?” Neteyam asked.

You jumped in fright, well you would have if you weren’t carrying such a heavy load in your shoulders.

Turning to him, you tried to release any tension you held in your face.

“I was going to, but Tuktuk wanted to learn so I used yours for that. Sorry.”

He smiled and bent down to pick up the reaming hide and came to stand next to you.

“That’s okay. It will stop her from pestering me to do it for her.”

You laughed a bit at that and the two of you started walking in the direction of the tanning tent.

“I saw that my mother spoke to you, what’d she say?” So he had seen that.

“She just came to get Tuk. Time escaped me, I didn’t realise how long it had been.” You reassured him. He hummed in response, believing your white lie.

Silence sat between you and Neteyam was the first to break it, “Do you think I will be able to convince Ni’awxtu to let me keep a whole skin?”

-

A refreshing shiver ran up your spine as you dropped your feet into the water, kicking them back and forth. The sun beamed though the foliage above, filtering into a bright green light.

Neteyam said he would be back in a minute, just going off to grab…something. Gosh, things just fell out of your head sometimes.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. If you concentrated hard enough, you could pretend that your face wasn’t shielded behind mask, that your exopack wasn’t weighing heavily on your back, that you could breath the Pandora air, fresh and unfiltered. Your brows furrow, and you try to bring yourself back to that peaceful place you were before. It always loomed in the back of your head.

It truly is a strange feeling to be brought up in a culture but still have such a clear divide. That divide isn’t a bad thing, but a thing nonetheless.

So caught up in your thoughts, you don’t hear the creeping of feet behind you, the squishing of leaves and breaking of branches.

You were suddenly, literally, yanked out of your own head and a hand reaches into your hair and pulls you back. Hard.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt your precious little head? Can you still breath?” The words are far from genuine, delivered with an airy laugh to it. Clutching the back of your head, you turned around and looked up.

Behind you stood a few kids your age. Their faces were familiar but their names eluded you.

You steeled yourself. You weren’t afraid of these people. “What do you want from me?”

One of them snorts and hits his mate on the chest, encouraging her to laugh with him. She does and they share a snide chuckle. You narrowed your eyes at them and stood, still not matching their height but getting closer to it at least.

“Where is your guard, huh?” The girl asks as she stalks around you. She occasionally flicked and pulled at pieces of your clothing, including your exopack, which made your heart beat pick up more and more every time she brushed it.

“He is not my guard, I can protect myself.” You muttered.

“Even when you are so dependent on…this?”

In seconds, you felt your heart plummet to your toes.

Your exopack was suddenly ripped from your back and your mask along with it. On instinct you held the breath that was still left in your lungs, your shaking hands flew to your face. It was almost like you could feel as the blood drained from your cheeks and formed a tight ball of terror in your chest, heavy and terrifying.

The young na’vi laughed, guffawed really. As if you imminent suffocation was endlessly hilarious to them. The girl held your exopack in her hand. In her hands it looked worse for wear.

She gripped her stomach. “Not so high and mighty now?” She gasped between laughs.

“You can’t be that strong if you are so dependent on that machine to keep you alive, can you?” The boy laughed along with his friend.

Their words didn’t even make it to your brain. You entire focus was on the mask dangling uselessly in her hands. You looked up, locked eyes with the girl, and took a few steps forward.

Faster than you could blink, their laughter ceased and was replaced with their smirks again.

“Ah, ah, ah! You stay right there.” The girl tutted. “Or you won’t be getting this back anytime soon.”

Your eyes widened and your gestured to your chest and mouth. This ‘prank’ had gone too far and if you didn’t get that pack back fast- the thought just about bright tears to your eyes.

Ignoring their orders, you frantically rushed forward again and took a swing for the pack. You could feel the need to gasp for air rise; your time was running out.

“You stay in your place, tawtute” The boy snarled. He ducked behind you and looped his arms through the back of your elbows, holding you tight to his body.

You thrashed hard in his hold and clawed at any patch of skin you could reach but it was no use. He towered over you and easily trumped you in strength. At this point, you had as much hope as you did air in your lungs.

You could feel your chest burn and your heart pound. If you gave in and took a breath of the pandoran air, it would only end things faster.

By Eywa, this was such a pathetic way to die.

“Poor thing, do you want this back? Should I just give it to you?”

There was no point in answering, you just tried to plead as best as you could without words.

“Just breathe, man! C’mon just a little breath.” The boy behind you taunted.

They laughed and laughed and laughed. It bled into your ears.

Resigned to your fate, you stopped thrashing, closed your eyes, and let out the breath you had desperately been holding. And inhaled.

You probably looked like a fish out of water, gaping and gasping for a breath that wouldn’t come. The painful throb began in your temples racked up tenfold and the burning pain in your chest felt like an inferno. The teens behind you laughed and hollered and finally realised their grip on you.

Faintly, in the back of your mind, you heard the crack of your exopack hitting a rock nearby. Though, through your puffs and wheezes you could barely hair it anyway.

Your eyes fluttered and your jaw slackened. When did their jeers become so far away? And…had eclipse begun already? Delirious wonderings filled your head as your eyes rolled back into your head.

-

The first thing that returned to you was your hearing, and the first thing you heard was…begging? Albeit it was punctuated by a dreadful ringing.

It was like a whisper at first, almost like you had been plunged underwater. And whoever was on the surface was desperate to bring you back up again.

A hand slid behind your neck and lifted it slightly, slipping a strap over head. Something was pressed to your face and suddenly breathing came much easier.

As you came to you started gulping down the air and your eyes flitted open. Ah, so that was the source of the whisper-screams. You had completely forgotten about him. About Neteyam.

“-n? Yn?!” Since when were his hands on your face?

You had been rested on your back, head propped up against something hard and uncomfortable, and another exopack sat secured on your face. Confused, you brought a hand up and tapped the mask in question, not trusting your vocal chords.

Neteyam, however, looked far too frazzled to answer your questions plainly. He was sat beside you, knees in-line with your chest and his upper half leaning over you. The size difference between the two of you was apparent constantly but having him towered over you like this made you feel especially small.

“W-when I came back I couldn’t see you anywhere but then I saw your exopack on the ground,” He rambled. Concern creased his face and oh, how you wanted to smooth every wrinkle.

His rambles continued, “I ran into Norm on the w-way back and he said you forgot to grab your spare. So I grabbed it and you’re lucky I did!” You frowned; aren’t people supposed to be nice to you when you’ve hurt yourself? Why were you being scolded?

Neteyam must have noticed your pouty expressions because berating came to a halt.

“I was so worried about you…” His hand stroked your head and he frowned even harder. “What happened?”

As you recounted your story, you felt as tears welled up in your eyes once more. A dark shade settled in Neteyam’s eyes, his frown turned into a scowl.

You’re eased up against a stump of a tree and the boy takes your hand in both of hit firmly.

He looked into your eyes with a determination lit up in his.

“Yn, I swear to you that I will find who did this. They won’t go without punishment. I’ll have my dad see to it if I have to.” His fingers squeezed yours and your lips quirked despite yourself.

“I knew you would come and find me. Deep down, I knew you would.”

The resolute gleam in his eyes softened before he said, “I will always find you. No matter where you are, I will always get you back to me”.

a/n: I rushed the ending a lil but I just reallyyyy wanted this done 😍

The energy you poured over her was very much reciprocated, as Tuktuk loved you just as dearly

When she learned to walk, she spent the days with you around toddling around after you and oh, it was just the cutest thing.

“Little Tuktirey! Singing my praises as usual?”

The young one giggled in response and skipped over to you, her tail swishing behind her.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

A Chaotic Introduction - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve and Y/N have been together for a few months, the kids being friends with both of them and having no idea that they're dating. Steve finally introduces her as his girlfriend to the group and chaos ensues.

Pairings - Steve Harrington x KindaGoth!Fem! Reader

Based on this request from @afraidofshrimp

Warnings - Female Reader, use of Y/N, drug use(weed), Steve is a cutie in love

Author’s note - For the goth aspect of the reader, I was thinking more of Allison Reynolds from The Breakfast Club. Still gothic but not like anything crazy.

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Steve had been talking about this new girl he was seeing constantly. They had started dating a few months back after being introduced through Eddie. She was way out of Steve’s league but they were happy together, he couldn’t fathom how she was willing to date him, someone who was the king of Hawkins turned loser, the kind of guy to make fun of the kind of girl she was. Steve was never a bully though, he played along with Tommy and Carol but never actually went out of his way unless it was to protect someone. 

So imagine his surprise when she agreed to go on a date, and then another and then another and then finally agreeing to be his girlfriend after the third date. She loved the fact that Steve was a gentleman, that he loved her with his whole heart and cared about her more than himself. 

He was constantly rambling about her and she was constantly rambling about him. The younger teens of the group were curious about who they were both talking about, begging the couple to meet their significant others not knowing it was each other. They had agreed, Steve saying that he would introduce her at the next movie night at his house. So as the movie night approached and everyone in the group slowly filed into his house, they were getting eager to see who the mystery girl was. 

“She’s upstairs getting ready, give her a few minutes, will ya?” Steve told the kids as they pestered him as to her whereabouts. 

“Steven, how’s the relationship going? You treating her good?” Eddie questioned him.

“You know I am Munson. I’d never hurt her,” He told her best friend.

“That is the correct answer. I’ll keep the little sheep distracted for a bit so you can check on her.” Steve mouthed a thank you to the rocker before sneaking his way upstairs to his room. She was sitting on the edge of his bed with a mirror compact in one hand and an eyeliner pencil in the other. He watched from the doorway as she lined her eyes with the black pencil, smudging it a little bit with her fingers before closing the compact and looking at her boyfriend. 

“Hi handsome! You excited for movie night?” She asked him with a smile.

“Only because you’re here. You ready to head down?” He replied with a wink as he walked towards her. She nodded causing him to hold out his hand for her to grab, helping her up off of the bed. 

“Can I get a kiss first? I’ve been neglected today,” She pouted at him causing him to chuckle.

“I’m sorry, my poor baby hasn’t gotten her kisses today. Let’s make this right.” 

Steve leaned down and kissed her deeply, making her let out a squeak of surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Just as he felt her tongue on his lips, his name was screamed out from the bottom of the stairs. “Fucking Dustin, I swear. That kid had no patience. Wait a damn minute Henderson!” He swore before shouting back at the boy. She laughed loudly, kissing his cheek before taking his hand once more. Steve stole one more little peck before guiding her to the stairs. “Go wait on the couch! You’re gonna spoil the surprise!” He scolded the younger kids. There was a collective groan before a chorus of shuffling to the living room.

The pair took their time going down the stairs, just to irk the younger ones a little more. They walked into the living room hand in hand, a dramatic gasp coming from Dustin. “I thought you and Eddie were dating! It was Steve this whole time!?” He shouted in surprise.

“Mike, you owe me 20 bucks,” Max said casually with a smirk on her face.

“Since when!? You don’t hide things from me Steve! I feel betrayed!” Dustin continued, “And you! Don’t get me started with you! It’s like seeing my sister date my brother! It’s gross!”

“Eww Dustin! Never say that again! I’m gonna puke,” Y/N complained.

“Wait a second, why aren’t you surprised?” Dustin pointed at Eddie with an interrogative look on his face.

“Because I set them up. Of course I’m not surprised. Harrington is just her type and princess is just his type. Perfect couple right there, all thanks to me,” Eddie bragged with a proud gleam in his eye.

The couple listened to everyone bicker back and forth about keeping secrets and lying, slowly backing out of the room and towards the back door. They escaped without notice, finding peace outside in the cold winter air. Her free hand dug into her pocket, searching around before pulling out quickly with a proud smile. Between her black manicured fingers was a rolled joint. “I rolled it when I was hiding upstairs, you wanna share?”

Steve pulled a lighter from his pocket, flicking the ignitor until a flame appeared. Y/N held the joint to her lips as Steve lit the tip, inhaling the smoke, letting it sit in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She held the joint out to Steve who took a hit from the joint in her hand. Even outside they could still hear the arguing of the rest of the group but they were just enjoying each other’s company. Ignoring the noise coming from inside and focusing on each other. 

[lowkeyrobin]

Oneshot where reader is Stevie's Older sibling and it gets angsty cause of the car crash and Stevie fucking DIES which then leads to reader basically lashing out on both their mom and beother and then blames fuckshit and is basically screaming because stevie was basically their child and is just crying over Stevie's body🧍(I made this too angsty for no reason...)

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you're crazy for this wth. ; listen to is it really you by loathe for this one ; also happy birthday to me!!! I'm 16 now 😔🙏

STEVIE ; is it really you?

summary ; in the crash, your little brother stevie is killed

warnings ; language, sexual jokes/innuendos, car crash, death, fighting

disclaimers ; no romance/all platonic, no established relationship other than siblingship between reader and stevie ; reader and stevie have different fathers obviously so you can look whatever you want to look like

track ; is it really you?, loathe

word count ; 2.6k

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"C'mon, c'mon! You can do it!"

"Oh my God, I did it!"

"You fucking did it!"

"I did it!"

Stevie runs to you, pummeling you into a hug. You spin him around, his feet of the ground as he laughs and smiles.

"You did it! I told you that you could!"

"I did it!"

He was able to figure out how to balance himself on his hand-me-down boogie board from Ian. He'd been practicing on the side of the road basically all night, trying to figure out how to ride it and not fall off within five seconds.

He looks up at you, a smile painting his face. His bare chest is sweaty, his little prepubescent body heaving as he begs his lungs for air. He hugs you again, burying his face in your chest, as he's much smaller than you.

"Thank you" He mumbles

"For what?" You ask, an eyebrow raised in confusion as you pat his back, just under his left shoulder blade. "You're the one who did it"

"For believing in me, and taking care of me" He answers, looking up at you again. "Love you"

"Love you too, kiddo"

"Ew, don't call me that" He chuckles.

"Sorry, I un-hipped myself. I'm not a cool kid anymore." You dramatically sigh, throwing your hands up in defense.

"You're so weird"

"Don't say that to the one who feeds and clothes you, little man"

"Don't be such a dick, Ian" You grumble, pouring some milk into your bowl of cereal. "We all know it was you"

"Shut the fuck up!" He whisper-shouts, like your mother would ever believe his word over yours or your youngest brother's. "Who eats cereal for dinner at nine?"

"Me, because I have a job, Ian. You should invest in one. Use your time wisely." You reply, an attitude lacing your each and every word.

"Shut the fuck u-"

"I'm paying for that dumbass field trip, pal. Close your mouth." You sternly speak, getting him to effectively shut up.

Your mother turns back to him and sends Stevie into the kitchen with you. You can hear her quietly scolding and grounding him, which he tries to fight and continue blaming Stevie to no avail.

You give the little boy a smile, "How's your day?"

"Good." He smiles, "I met these guys at the skate shop on fifth. I didn't skate or anything, but I think they like me."

"Awe, that's good, Stevie." You lightly smile, holding the milk up in a questionable form with a look on your face, silently asking if he wanted any. "Did I tell you about that chick Angela that I work with?"

He nods to the cereal, then shakes his head to the question.

"Oh my God, okay, so there's this kid... ugh.." You reach up in the cabinet for another bowl while he sits down at the table. "I dunno his name, but she's got some crush on him and will never shut up about it. Like, I'm not your friend, you probably would've bullied me if I was your age"

"Wasn't she the girl who stole your lunch?" Stevie asks.

"Yes! And I'm still mad about it"

You serve Stevie his cereal and head to bed once you're done, having been exhausted by your day at work, plus you had to get up early for a double.

You're awoken from your slumber around 11:30, hearing some sort of grunting across the hall. These walls were paper thin. You were praying it wasn't your mom in her room with some random man again. But these didn't sound like pleasurable sounds, they sounded painful.

You slowly raise your head from your pillow, confusion hitting you like a brick at this hour. The next grunt is louder, leading your suspicion that the sound was coming from your mom's room to be false. You stand up, walk out into the hall, and determine the location of the sound was in Stevie's room.

"You better not be jerking it this loudly, dude," you think, slowly and quietly placing your hand on the doorknob.

You push the door open and look over at Stevie's bed, a mattress on the floor. You see Ian over Stevie, repetitively punching him in the stomach.

"What the fuck?" You exclaim, "Ian! Get the fuck off of him!"

You rush to the youngest boy's aid, pulling the older boy off of him. Ian fights back, the both of you tussling in the middle of the bedroom. He yells in pain as you punch him in the nose, and Stevie runs up to try and separate you two. Your mother then runs in, probably having been awoken by your shouting.

She pulls you away from Ian and you see Stevie fall back onto his bed, clearly scared.

"What in the hell is going on in here?!"

"Mom, calm down-"

"I'm not calming down! Your brother is being given drugs by a group of older boys, probably your age!" She yells, her hand tightly gripping around Stevie's wrist.

"Mom, I'll go down there myself, you're gonna be late"

"No, you're not! You do everything to keep him out of facing the consequences of his actions. He's not going back there again!" She exclaims, pulling him toward the door.

"Make her listen to you" You whisper to him.

You watch the front door slam shut, leaving you and Ian alone in the home. You walk back to your room and grab your keys and wallet, preparing to go to work.

You look out the window, seeing your mom pulling out of the driveway, Stevie in the passengers seat with the most miserable look on his face.

"Christ, Stevie"

He didn't come home that night, but you wouldn't have known since you were working the graveyard shift. Even the next day, you hadn't heard from him at all. You just hoped that he was out skating with his friends, and making good decisions.

You had the day off, thank God. You decided to make dinner before any of the three came home from work or hanging out with friends. By five, you passed out on the couch thanks to the night shift and your exhaustion, plus the melatonin you'd taken to stay asleep.

At one in the morning, you're ripped from your sleep as the phone rings. You groan as it rings again, and stand up to answer whoever oh-so-desperately needed you at this God forsaken hour.

You pick up the phone and hold it to your ear, the sleep inside your brain about to consume you "Suljic residence"

"Hello, is this... Dabney Suljic?"

"Uh, no. This is her eldest kid, I can leave a message?"

"We'd prefer if you or she could come down to the hospital. You can get a hold of your mother here, Stevie was in an accident with some friends. We need papers signed by a legal adult and/or guardian"

Your eyes widen, your brain immediately waking up. 'What? Holy shit, is he okay?"

The man urges you to get down to the hospital, which you do after shoving shoes onto your feet and grabbing a jacket. Every minute that passed felt like an hour, an hour that you could be missing of your little brother's last breathes. You just wanted him to be okay, even if he was hooked up to machines forcing him to breathe and for his heart to keep pumping just a little longer.

You quickly speed through the automatic doors of the building and run to the reception desk, asking where he is and what happened. Apparently, the boys he'd been telling you about had been giving him drugs and alcohol, and the driver, at least, was driving under the influence, and the car flipped.

Now, your brother was living off of life support.

You weren't able to see him, and had to sit in the waiting room. You used every single quarter you had in your car to urgently call your mom, calling around at all her jobs, the home phone, the bar, even. With no answer after ringing the home phone again, and with no quarters left, you sit down, your leg bouncing like crazy.

Your head rests in your hands, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Your brother, basically your own son, was laying in the ER, and you had no idea of the extent to his injuries.

You watch the other boys, his friends, you guessed, walk out of the elevator, and come down to the waiting room. You sit next to the payphone and hope for any call to ring at the front desk, hoping it was your mom, or even Ian for all you cared.

The group of boys sit a little ways away from you, scratches and bruises littering their bodies. You walk back out to your car and scrape a few quarters from your middle console and rush back in, dialing the home phone again.

No answer.

408-299-2929

Finally, a fucking answer.

"Mom? Ian?"

"It's Mom, are you okay, Y/n?" Your mom asks.

"Did you not hear me call the phone fourteen fucking times?" You ask, "Fuck, Stevie is in the hospital. Get down here ASAP, please"

You hang the phone up and sit back down, leaving the spare quarters on top of the machine for others to use. You notice the boys all looking at you, considering your little outburst.

"Sorry," you mumble to them, leaning back in the plastic seat, eyes still on the floor.

"What do you mean he's dead?"

"He's gone, Y/n" Your mother speaks to you, tears falling down her cheeks.

Ian rushes out of the room, headed toward the bathroom, hopefully to have some empathy for once.

You look back at Stevie, laying lifeless in the hospital bed. He looks so peaceful, even with tubes running down his throat and wires stuck to his chest. His chest isn't rising slowly anymore like he was just asleep, he was just... there.

Dabney steps out of the way, as you'd been asleep when he flatlined, due to your exhaustion and overwhelming anxiety. You slowly stagger into the room, having it all to yourself.

The boys outside watch as you step in, shame and disappointment painting their eyes. The curly haired blonde is obviously the most shameful, being in himself for causing this. He'd hurt not only Stevie but Dabney, Ian, and you as well.

You stand next to the little boy's bed, and take a long look at his lifeless body. A hand runs through his fluffy brown hair, which circles down to rest behind his ear and on his jawline.

Tears fall from your eyes as you lean down, your other hand resting under his jaw.

What kind of last words were "make her listen to you"? He deserved better, especially from you.

"I love you, Stevie. I'm so proud of you. I'm-" You choke on your sobs, "I'm gonna miss you. I'm gonna miss you coming home and telling me all about your day, and going to the fair with you, and buying you snacks at the gas station"

He doesn't answer, his body becoming colder and much more pale over time.

"I'm never going to forget you, okay? Everywhere I go, everything I do, you'll be there. You'll see the world and what it had to offer you, kiddo."

You hug his cold body, wanting to imagine his arms happily wrapping around you again like he just successfully did his first kickflip again. But he never wraps his arms around you with a smile. His laughter only echoes in your mind.

You pull away and place a kiss on his forehead like you did when he was little, when you'd tuck him into bed all the way up til he was ten or so.

"Goodnight, I love you"

Not adding the "see you tomorrow" shattered your heart into a million pieces as you stepped outside, trying to keep your tears contained.

You wrap your arms around your mom, seeing her still crying as she was waiting for you. She gives you a little nod, needing to sign a million papers confirming his death and plans for everything else.

You sit down where you were at earlier, seeing the group of boys looking at you. The first to approach you is a dark-skinned boy with locs, wearing a blue hoodie and dark pants.

"Are you Y/n?" He asks softly, sitting next to you.

You nod.

"Sunburn told us a lot about you. I'm sorry for your loss"

"It's okay" You nod, wiping the tears from your eyes while you could. "Uhm, sorry, who are you?"

"Oh, he was uh, friends with us. Skate group," He clarifies. "My name's Ray"

"What... happened?" You ask him, "Like, what was his last day like" You speak quietly, almost too scared to hear it.

"Uhm, your mom brought him over to Motorz, went all crazy about drugs and the fingering-"

"Fingering?" You ask with confusion.

"Uh, I'll tell you about that another time, yeah?"

You nod, begging for him to continue.

"I talked to him for a while after he was done throwing his board around all upset. We skated til maybe ten, fell asleep on a fountain, and used our boards as pillows. Next morning, we went back to get with the others and go to a skater meetup type thing. A bunch of skaters and friends meet up to do drugs, smoke, drink and shit."

You nod, fidgeting with your fingers a bit.

"He got mad fucked up, thank Fuckshit" He mumbles, glaring at the curly haired blonde a few feet away. "Uh, got in a little fight with Ruben" He points over at a boy in a grey sweatshirt, hair buzzed. "Uh, got him to chill out with Fourthgrade for a while til the sun set" He looks back at another boy, about his age, with bleached hair and some pink streaks in it.

"Is that when...?"

He nods. "I tried to just get Fuckshit to take everyone home, we were all miserable, he wouldn't listen. He could barely keep his eyes open, and..."

You nod. "Thank you. I needed to hear it in detail, they wouldn't tell me shit"

He nods again, rubbing your shoulder as a sign of comfort. You could tell he'd gone through something similar like this, it was all spoken in his heartbroken eyes.

Fuckshit walks over, a look of self shame, regret, and sadness in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm Fuckshit. I just wanted to say sorry for your loss, and I wanted to share my condolences. " He speaks, hands tucked away in his pockets. He's clearly nervous, yet taking in your look as he'd never met the infamous Y/n that Stevie always talked about.

"He talked about you a lot, he really loved you, man. I'm so sorry-"

"Sorry for what?" You ask with a snarky tone. "Sorry for killing my brother? Sorry for taking away the only thing that kept me functioning in this fucked up world?"

He steps back a bit, not speaking for himself. He didn't want to cause any trouble, especially after what he did. His head hangs low as all of the boys look at him. Ray looks nearly disgusted.

"You're the kid who killed my brother?" You ask, standing up quickly as Ray follows your actions, trying to de-escalate the situation as much as he could.

Fuckshit solemnly nods.

"Go fuck yourself. I hope you learned your lesson, Fuckhead" You spit, quickly making your way toward the doors to go sit in your car and sob at eight in the morning.

Ray gives Fuckshit a gross look and a shake of the head before chasing after you, wanting to make sure you were alright. Fourthgrade sits quietly in his seat, fidgeting with his camera while Ruben next to him bites at his nails.

"Shit..."

[virtuousweakling]

All to Myself - A Hantengu Backstory Pt. 1 Rated 18+ fanfic

A human Hantengu reviews his life as he awaits his execution, prior to his encounter with Muzan.

TW and disclaimer: for those PURE AND INNOCENT minds who may not know (not that the Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba fandom contains any), Hantengu was a VERY delusional and scathing old man who was canonically convicted of uncountable cases of theft and mvrder; several of those cases regarding his own spouses and children. Mentions of blood, ch!ld vnaliving, mvrder, DV, themes of unspecified mental illness. Ok kids, time for bed, no more reading for the night. 18+ ONLY

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"Get this no good, two-faced, shameless liar out of my sight!" Demanded the magistrate with a thunderous shout. The firm grip of the guards hands on Hantengu's frail arms with no regard for his age or frailty caused him to whimper. He struggled as they took him into custody, whining and pleading for his innocence. As both of the tall, young and fit guards threw Hantengu into his dark and empty cell, he landed with a thud and got up as quickly as he could to charge at the gate. As he pounded away he begged, just to be ignored and told to shut up. Tears streamed down his face as he stopped banging, just sobbing in utter fear as he gripped it with his bony fingers. 'It's over. My life. It's over!' It took hours before Hantengu could even begin to accept his fate. 'And the worst part is I've been caught!' It wasn't solely the fact that he was about to die that horrified Hantengu but rather the fact that he had lost control of the world around him. The probability of Hell or reincarnation was the last thing on his mind when the punishment of his heinous acts would be costing him all control of everything around him. Throughout his relatively long life, Hantengu maintained the appearance of a virtuous family man who only wanted to live in peace. He couldn't have been more opposite to that, considering the extent to which his emotions were acted out. Now Hantengu sat, like a sopping wet dog in a cage, trembling and whimpering. His worst fear just came true.

Once a handsome young fellow, Hantengu (whose true name remains unknown) was popular among women and expected a traditional role from them. He adored the attention of others, especially from females and took advantage of their compassionate nature. As a boy, Hantengu was often out-casted by other children his age due to his odd behavior and his parents would constantly argue about it, leading to the negligence of their son. He developed a habit of harming and torturing animals in the nearby woods whenever he felt ignored, and had a tendency to push other kids to the ground and steal their toys. When confronted by the child's parents, Hantengu would run home and cry that he was the one who was bullied. Hantengu's father would throw dishes at his wife and child, causing the little Hantengu to shriek and hide behind the furniture. Defending Hantengu would only make his father angrier, so his mother submitted and kept quiet thinking it was the safest option, since they were poor and had nowhere else to live but their rickety, leaky little home in the Japanese country side. Hantengu and his mother were close and his father was opposed to his son being the center of her attention. In order to gain the constant support of his mother, Hantengu developed a pattern where he could act sick or injured, causing his mother grief, leading her to tend to him more often. He did not care if this got her in trouble, all he desired was her attention and the reassurance that he had won it. If Hantengu played outside, he would look around to make sure he was alone before cracking a stick and yelling "ouch!" His mother would then run out to find him holding his knee and crying. Her gentle and concerned reaction gave him a rush of pleasure and adrenaline. Eventually his mother noticed he was falling 'ill' too often and would have to send him to bed, catering to his needs.

One evening Hantengu's father came home inebriated and took things way too far. He stumbled into the room they all shared and caught Hantengu's mother holding a cold compress to Hantengu's face, holding his self-injured cheek in her hand. "Get away from that pussy-shit! He needs to man up!" Hantengu's father was prepared to rough up his son when his mother stepped in front of him with her arms out, protecting him. His father then struck his mother in the face, giving her a black eye. A cord in Hantengu's mind snapped when the only person who pitied him had been injured in the midst of protecting him. Finally, at the age of 11, Hantengu decided his drunk and womanizing father had to go. As his parents slept through the night, Hantengu took his father's ax and crept into their room. His mother felt a presence and slowly cracked her remaining eye to see Hantengu, ax raised above his head. "NO-" she began to shout, but it was too late. Hantengu plunged the ax directly into his father's skull. His mother did not proceed to yell, in fact, she taught Hantengu how to clean the blood off of the weapon and Hantengu taught her how to fake tears. She wrote off her husband's death as "having fallen while intoxicated." This made Hantengu the only male, and he needed to find money to support him and his mother. He was going around offering yard work when a widowed elderly woman beckoned him to come inside for tea after she commissioned him to tend a mess of broken glass she had accidentally made in her botanical garden. In the rather spacious and beautiful house, Hantengu came across many shiny valuables. He said to the woman, "You have so many nice things! I wish I had stuff like this." And the woman who was hard of vision replied, "Oh, thank you, dear. Some of these were passed down from generations!" She was clearly lonely and began to reminisce about her past to the young Hantengu, but as she looked away, he pocketed some of the items. He figured she wouldn't notice and wrapped up their visit, accepting his payment from her which was quite generous compared to what the other villagefolk paid him. 

What made the act of stealing from the woman more cruel was not only the fact that she was going blind, but also the fact that she was already going to pay him a healthy sum of money, simply for taking his time. Hantengu had an opportunity to right his wrongs yet, the adrenaline rush of sin felt too intoxicating. Hantengu lived in a world of his own where he thought his opinions were higher than God's, a world where he should be allowed to do as he pleased without confrontation. Hantengu developed a nasty habit of bringing some of the riches he thefted back to his mother as gifts but many of them pawned off and the money returned to her, supporting their now fatherless home. Hantengu's mother wondered where the money came from, but Hantengu would lie and say he worked hard for it, pretending to be stiff and in pain to receive her care. Eventually, Hantengu's mother became involved with another man, which envied and angered her son. Hantengu's rage was biblical when he heard the man she'd fallen for was popular in town; he'd be missed. Hantengu needed to reclaim the first woman he'd loved and the only person who ever loved him.

An evening where the man from town had visited came to a close and he left, leaving Hantengu's mother with the dishes. She quickly tied up her hair and approached her cleaning station, not a single thought as to what was to come. Hantengu quietly grabbed a slice of wood from the dying fire that was still adorned with embers from their dinner, and approached his mother from behind who was crouched over a wooden bucket. She noticed a shadowy figure behind her in the reflection in the clean water and asked without turning her head, "Did you forget something?" thinking it was her date. "You were supposed to love ME." Hantengu spoke through his grinding teeth, swinging the split log down onto his mother's head. She fell, taking the heavy bucket with her and bled out during her unconscious state. Hantengu dropped the log at his side as his frantic breathing turned into tears. "M-mama?" The realization of his oblivious anger hit him like a bag of bricks. Hantengu scanned his blurry surroundings for a solution but all he could think to do was run. Without packing a bag, Hantengu bolted out of the house and down the road. As he passed the houses he'd previously worked for, a middle aged man stepped off of his deck shouting and raising his fist, "HEY! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STOLE MY PIPE!" He continued to run while wiping his tears, wailing. Another woman stepped out of her house alarmed by the racket and noticed it was the same boy who was at her house last when a golden hairpin in the shape of a crane went missing. "That's the same boy who took my great-grandmother's hairpin!" Hantengu cried out, "LEAVE ME ALONE, I AM INNOCENT!" 

Hantengu ran so fast he almost became airborne, overcome with grief at what he had done to his mother. Although true, the accusations from those he'd stolen from felt like daggers in his mind. The memories of what he'd done began to fade, overlapping with the persisting thought of how he was going to find compassion like that of his mother's again. Hantengu finally reached the outskirts of town and needed to take a break, so he slumped up against a nearby tree and panted as he held his stomach. He surveyed his surroundings and noticed some lights in the distance. The city of Edo was not far, roughly an hour by foot from the mountain. Once Hantengu caught his breath, he set foot towards the town. On the way there, the sky had become so dark he couldn't walk without tripping. He yelped at the feeling of some bush stems brushing up against him and he was beginning to realize this new aspect of himself he'd never known before. It was as if all of the weaknesses he had feigned in front of people became real. Hantengu had become an addict for sympathy who'd risk his life for another fix. The way the wind swept away his tears as he squealed in anguish, announcing his innocence to the world though his actions said otherwise... The feeling was unlike any other. When Hantengu reached Edo, be was enamored by the bright lights and civilization. He was able to live as a vagrant there, seeking the homes and loving arms of unsuspecting childless families while evolving into young adulthood. He found himself being ping-ponged by people who were not prepared to handle him and his emotional outbursts.

When Hantengu was 17, he established a job in the food industry until he was thrown out of the udon restaurant for insubordination. Hantengu maintained his habit of stealing and pawning items until one day he approached a young female around his age and asked for her hand in marriage. She agreed due to his attractive features and they had three children by the time they were 19, living on her inherited wealth. The woman noticed Hantengu failed to show up for dinner one too many times and decided to interrogate him about it. As the disheveled Hantengu entered their home with obvious lipstick down his throat and collar of his juban, his wife began to cry and the daggers of accusation came flying. Hantengu's eyes widened as she threw a cup in his direction, cold green tea splashing him. This sent him into a flying fit of rage, the only thought circulating in his mind was the abuse he and his mother took from his father. Hantengu furrowed his brows as he charged at his wife, grabbing her by her arms and gritting his teeth. She squeaked and cowered in fear as he demanded respect from her, reinstating that he was innocent of any crime and that she should apologize for such "insane assumptions." As the then 5'8 Hantengu towered over his delicate wife, his thick and layered black hair hung in his face, casting a shadow over his eyes that made his expression even more menacing. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU!" He shouted. The small female raised her head shakily as he gripped her wrists tight in his hands that were made strong from endless side gigs doing working class labor. 

Hantengu caught a glimpse of powdered makeup near the raggedy hem of his yukata sleeve and genuinely began to question how it got there. The only thing he could think of on his entire walk home from his affair with a prostitute was what story he would make up for his wife about how and why he was innocent. Somewhere in the midst of his scheme was yet another massive break in his mind, completely obliterating any memory as to where he was even walking from. As the clarification to his insanity hit, he found himself in the middle of a domestic dispute and needed to find a clue as to why. Hantengu had successfully lost touch with reality and decided his wife was his problem, since she'd officially witnessed an account of his anger. The muscular and swarthy man then threw her like a ragdoll onto the table and grabbed a knife off of the plate beside her. He held her down by her throat as she gripped his arms, digging her nails into his tan flesh and squirming around. As Hantengu raised the knife with his other arm, she screamed and shut her eyes tight, begging him for her life. "NO, BABY, PLEASE! WE CAN PRETEND LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED AND WE CAN GO BACK TO NORMAL JUST PLEASE! DON'T!" The sound of an infants wail flooded their ears, his wife gazing up at him with teary eyes. It took Hantengu a hefty pause before he realized that cry belonged to his own offspring. The life he was leading was that of a hard working husband, trying to support his child, and in a moments time, it was all erased from his shattered mind. Tears began to form in Hantengu's eyes, his red-brown irises punchuring the woman's kind, soft brown ones. Her grip on him loosened, releasing her fingernails from his skin and as he began to sob, she allowed herself to cry with him, letting her guard down. As he took her into a trembling embrace, he soaked her shoulder and in a quivering voice he reassured her of his virtuosity. "It wasn't me! Honest! It-it was... It was this body of mine! I was taken over by something that wasn't me, I swear!" In his wife's mind was the consideration that maybe he'd become ill in some way and needed some tenderness. "It's alright... Mama's got you."

Mama?

Her caring words entered his ears and that was the final snap.

My life... as I know it... is simply over. 

Hantengu drove the knife deep into the woman's back, causing her to grab the back of his kimono with tight fists. "WHAT ABOUT YOUR SON!" Was the last thing she could speak before gargling on blood and falling limp in his arms. He backed off immediately, letting her drop off of the table and onto the floor in a twisted position, eyes still open just staring blankly into the abyss as her tragic fate consumed her. The sound of the infant crying was becoming too unbearable for Hantengu who was not even the least bit concerned at the sight of his deceased bride laying in an almost inhuman position on the floor in a growing puddle of blood. Hantengu stepped over her body and walked into the baby's room, towering over his crib. Hantengu picked up a blanket and pressed it over the infants face, smothering him. A small fraction in the back of Hantengu's mind knew this was his son, yet, nothing seemed to matter other than the fact that Hantengu's feelings were hurt. The house became eerily silent and Hantengu did not even bother hiding the bodies, he simply walked out of the house and down the road, no idea where he was going, just however far he'd find himself. As he walked, his vision of the outside world distorted, manipulating the faces of pedestrians into evil grimaces, frightening Hantengu. His heart began to race as he heard whispers saying 'guilty, guilty! You're in trouble now, ohhh, you did something BAD!' Hantengu began to grumble to himself as he shuffled through the city, quickly shooting his gaze downwards when he caught the eyes of concerned people. "No, no, no! I'm good, very good! I-I've always been virtuous, never once committed a crime in my life! I'm a good man! Why!? Why must you hurt me so!" "Excuse me, sir, but has someone hurt you?" Hantengu yelped as the hands of a stranger touched his shoulder. "I-I! I have to get out of here!" 

[lollytea]

Controversial opinion off anon edition: I do not like the Hunter vs Amity trope. The genuine versus, like Amity and Hunter not being able to stand in a room together type of genuine. I like the idea of Amity and Hunter having an unspoken understanding of each other, since they came out of similar situations where someone else was trying to tell them how to be. They both managed to break free of it and find themselves. A common reason I see for the trope is “Hunter threatened Luz in front of Amity and she could never forgive that after trying to offer him friendship” but nearly everyone has threatened Luz after an offer, he’s not somehow special or held to a different expectation.

Another reason why I want them to be friends instead is because I hc Amity and Hunter as autistic and, being autistic myself, I think it’s funny when they hate crime each other. Literally every time I think of them going at it I picture the 2020 meme on Twitter about “girls w autism vs guys w autism”.

YEAH. In fairness I don't really see people putting any genuine animosity between Amity and Hunter in their content lately. It used to be a huge thing but has died down a significant amount. But yeah it's just. They like each other, man. Hunter has liked Amity since he met her. Eclipse Lake is a very funny rewatch if you focus on how Hunter just seemed to decide that Amity was his new bestie, undeterred by the fact that she was adamantly rejecting it.

I cannot imagine Amity possibly holding the terrible things Hunter did against him. Because Amity understands exactly why he did them more clearly than anyone else could. She understands just how desperate and scared you get when you're under your abusive parent's thumb and the terrible decisions you make as a result. Why would Amity blame him? She's been him.

I DO think that their relationship is initially a little awkward tho. Especially from Hunter's end. While Amity thinks everything's gucci between them, he still feels guilty and embarrassed over what he did to her in Eclipse Lake and assumes she still resents him over it. She doesn't. Like it never even crossed her mind that this would be a thing that he's worried about. She knows he's a lot like her so she tries to look out for him and treat him how she would like to be treated.

That's always been my interpretation of how they both behaved in TTT during the cosplay scene. Amity is a former mean girl. She used to be soooo blunt and judgemental. And you can see her struggling not to give her honest opinion on Hunter's fit. Because Amity doesn't want to be mean. She's nice. She wants to be nice. However....she knows damn well that if that boy steps out in public looking like that, somebody is gonna bully him (because in another universe SHE'D bully him) so she'd prefer to avoid that. So she tells him to change as politely as she can.

Meanwhile, Hunter agrees to change immediately, despite Willow and Gus ADORING his fit, despite HIM adoring his fit, and Willow begging him to keep it on. Hunter listens to Amity over Willow. Think about that for two seconds and wonder why that is.

In my opinion, he's tiptoeing around her. He's trying to keep the peace. He tried to kill her and threatened her girlfriend. He's gonna do whatever the fuck Amity Blight tells him to with a smile on his face. Amity is none the wiser.

However I don't imagine this will last much longer. They're absolutely going to become much more comfortable with each others after the events of the series and won't be nearly as awkward and careful.

Amity and Hunter are both very high strung, opinionated, passionate people. I know that if there was ever a topic they disagreed on, they would go to war over it. I'm talking a full blazing shouting match in Camila's living room. They're besties <3

[tklyhcs]

alright uhhh i saw some people requesting this on other blogs so i'm stealing those actually, taking those thanks (using this an excuse)!! this isn't the fandom i necessarily wanted to start with but the other ones i wanna write have insane amounts of characters so boy band men first i guess

(IF YOU SAW ME ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISH THIS TOO SOON, NO YOU DIDN'T)

heartsteel hcs here we gooo

kayn 💜

ok fr he's so fun to write for, didn't expect this one to be so cute. easy ler and lee! he likes to be a little bully and use his dirty little grabbers, mostly at ez let's be real. he isn't confident he's gonna win any other matchup so ez is easy picking. and thanks to the blooper reel k'sante is another target because kayn is a scrapper and crawls all over him like a monkey. mostly spiders his fingers all over and laughs evilly like he's won a hard fought battle. he's slinky and quick so he mostly has his target begging for someone else's help, and when they do get said assistance he cries and whines that it's not fair. don't be fooled he enjoys the extra attention!

he just plays to win all the time so when someone else tags in he's sure make everyone know that HE WOULD HAVE WON!!!! HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR EVERYONE ELSE CHEATING!!!! and man that stupid leash why does he even wear it if someones gonna tie his wrists in a knot. and like a true lee he wears that crop top so when he's all tangled go for the abs! he laughs so much it becomes obvious how he got so cut, by laughing his lungs out apparently. when he laughs his fangs show too it's cute.

he's also painfully obvious about not minding since he neeeever calls mercy, never surrenders. he just deals with it! not something someone who DOESN'T enjoy it would do. he could easily call mercy and call it quits but hmmmm he doesn't seem to want to, odd.

for spots i wanna say the waist is really really bad. top of the ribs under the armpits, his abs, his sides, all have him kicking his legs with a shout. he also scream laughs, explodes into laughter at first touch. but his voice also cracks at the first yelp, sounds like a cute lil boy shriek. partial to being "attacked", as he calls it, on the couch. he likes getting to be able to flop down and pass out after, sorta like a little kid it's so fucking cute bro he tuckers himself out laughing and wriggling on his back. dude is exhausted n happy (he swears he is NOT happy abt this) he's just tired for no reason okay. now it's his post giggle episode nap!

k'sante 💛

hear me out ok when i saw his shirt being a turtleneck i was IMMEDIATELY LIKE 🫵 his spot is the neck. it's so the neck. suddenly for him there's more than a few perks of being like.. 6'7" and it's not just being able to get things from high shelves. kayn and ez are menaces to this man it's gotta be 2 on 1. and in the official art pieces, ez getting carried on his back? oof k'sante y'all shouldn't have done that. cause now there's legs locked around his chest and ez is like SURRENDER OR DIEEE and getting all up into that shirt collar. he SCREECHES and spins around trying to shake him off he's stuck on him now. hopping around doing a lil giggly dance with ez on his back. kayn jokes and teases about how instead of focusing on singing, he should work on his dancing instead!

thanks to the blooper reel i can die on the hill that k'sante is a whiny boy and calls yone for help all the time. yoneee helpppp they're bullying me m gonna tell yoneee aaaa. kayn saying OH YOU BIG BABY stop complaining!! no one to help you now! ez is this guy's worst nightmare his cold little fingers are like knives on his neck. k'sante tends to run hot so they're just so nicely sticking a cold can of soda to his nape to help obviously. yone will help sometimes but mainly just because he's trying to keep the team on track (he will also torture k'sante with cold soda cans).

necks are a good tickle bite's worst enemy. chomp. and when someone is up in there biting, he just has to laugh and wait til it's over ☺ and with both of his elbows bent up so he can use his hands to cover his neck. gasp.. who's to protect his armpits! 🤭 noooo one! his neck is his worst spot so he'll make sure to keep it covered! but that does mean he'll get some armpit tickles instead! pick your poison k'sante. they team up on him like this often and ngl he likes it when they're close on em! sweethearts. but he doesn't wanna LOSE so he brings his puppy eyes to yone he's like 👉👈 yone.. help.. what a cop out! but it's not that great of a cute beg it's more like k'sante scream laughing and attempting puppy eyes but yelling HELP AAAA YONE HELP awkwardly waggling his arms. i love making big men be tickly and look foolish. sorry i love embarrassing them uwu

ezreal 💚

wow what a lee he's textbook lee i bet he has a secret tumblr account for all his private tk blogging activities. there's a lot to say about him: MOST IMPORTANTLY though his cute smile alright look at his teeth they're so fucking cute i'm obsessed. probably his only weapon as a ler are his sharp teeth. pointed and dull at the very bottom makes for very ticklish bites, so beware if you're too confident in winning! he will wiggle his head between your head and shoulder and bite! exaggerated fake growls and all. he'll be a little too proud of winning, so don't let him.

he has a reaaaally cute snort laugh too. i think his fans would document it thoroughly and embarrass him by posting clips of it nonstop. he has a more controlled laugh for outings because he's serious about his fandom image, but sometimes he laughs at something and chokes on his breath a bit there. i think it would be a shame of someone (kayn) decided to squeeze his side and make him giggle and snort while he's doing some filmed social media trend. that would soooo bad amiright 🫶 lol he would scream, cover his mouth, and tell his followers that he's BUSY and MUST LEAVE immediately. he basically RUNS to his room to scream into his pillow. like how dare u embarrass him in front of his online friends.

the clip hits all platforms in record time and he maaaay read a few comments because it's people saying it's cute of him and he secretly fawns over those. like "omg you think i'm cute heehee" he's ridiculous. but phel and kain playfully tease him sending pig emojis 🐖🐖🐖 ez is like "DON'T SEND THOSE TO ME DON'T- HEY DON'T POST THAT ON SOCIAL NOOO DON'T COMMENT MY FANS WILL SEE" and they all affectionately change his name in their phones to 🐖 just to tease him.

for spots, he'd be ticklish up sides to his ribs, spidering fingers have him slumped into the couch, laughing hard and snorting, of course. his feet and knees are quite ticklish! only known because he tends to put his feet up and yone continuously tells him to knock it off. but he found that suddenly tickling his socked foot does the trick.

aphelios 💙

he's a difficult one, since he's not much of a talker! but not like he's spared from anyone's wrath. his laugh is what you'd expect and it's fantastic; breathy, wheezy, and full of obvious mirth.

he's prone to pranking the others and while he can be nonchalant and aloof, sometimes the sight of one of the others falling or making utter fools of themselves has him in stitches (and being forced to laugh via tickling is no different). and when he wears his mask it's especially endearing to see his eyes screwed shut as well as him holding his stomach and hunching over, shoulders shaking.

he can't help acting like a little troublemaker and they always pounce on him after he gets someone good with those pranks he pulls. seems like he's more playful than he looks. if anyone stretches, he's the first to poke. if someone gets stuck doing something, phel is there making sure he doesn't waste the opportunity, what a jerk! so do everyone a favor and give him a taste of his own medicine. he's his own worst enemy though, because once he starts wheezing in laughter you pounce on him with tickles and it's downhill from there. he's already laughing so he has no chance of fending off an attack.

and a secret: he's very weak to teasing too! he doesn't talk back he just hides his face in shyness. they fall for a trap he's so deviously placed and now he's under them, mumbling out giggles when they poke him all over saying "what's so funny huh??" he waves his hands at them and pushes em by the shoulders trying to curl up the best he can. pokes drive him nuts and then when you speed up it's even worse, him trying to catch the offending hands. "no timeouts allowed because you started it!"

but it seems like he just doesn't stop pranking the others, so he must like it more than he lets on. he's surprisingly a goofy lil boy. he laughs himself silly, voice hitching and gasping all the way. he laughs himself DIZZY it's cute. he's like kayn he needs a break after. and usually even after whoever is done bullying him, he spends his time giggling quietly his skin still feels electric. he sure is brave for someone who takes so much time to recover.

yone ❤

he's a fun one, the stoic characters always are. most likely to screw his mouth shut and try to deal with pesky fingers at his ribs until he can't any longer. prone to overworking so breaking his concentration is absolutely a necessary activity. and also breaking his concentration playing video games is also crucial, because according to sett he plays too well so he must suffer and be prodded at during playtime too. -i mean what sett would never stoop so low he says.

anyways- yone's usually the mediator but he can get caught up in the mess when someone points out that he's been getting off the hook when it comes to roughhousing. he typically prefers 1 on 1, so he won't lose kayn says. and maybe that's true no one knows. he's really REALLY good at pretending he isn't at all sensitive and keeps it together for, i dunno, 5 seconds. it doesn't seem like a lot BUT it deters most. not these motherfuckers they're in it to win it.

yone will hold back then the giggles bubble up in his throat and you can hear him hum a moment, then they spill out from his lips. he mumbles and whispers out giggles for a moment then it becomes very apparent he won't win this fight and he covers his mouth. that's when it's over. he really starts to laugh and realizes the sensations just won't stop and he's lost. he's most likely to swear actually lol he's like i can handle this. i can handle this..... Fuck.

once he's attempted to cover his mouth he has already lost. he has a very nice, boisterous laugh and his smile is also a 10/10. it's nice to not see his eyebrows furrowed so much. he's lucky he's good at catching people's offending wiggly fingers or else he'd fall apart way more often. so when they trail fingers up his back where he can't reach them or fend them off? it drives him nuts. index finger from the nape and down the spine has him arching and twisting away with a loud yelp.

and that leaves the stomach vulnerable and that's next. tickling at his stomach and he jumps back and grabs whoever's wrist and says to CUT THAT OUT. okay mr. grumpy, jeez. it works as a good attitude adjustment because if he's mad at one of em for fooling around, this can easily divert his attention. k'sante usually has the job of doing so but when he does, he doesn't get yone's support the next time he's on defense. in fact, yone might lead the charge.

sett 🧡

hahaaaa oh man last but not least. most ticklish easily what a mess. being 6 foot 10 is not gonna help him here. sure he can rough somebody up but this is way more difficult for him. the one to be on the floor first begging "pleeheheaasee-" and kicking his leg like a puppy.

he's OBVIOUSLY most sensitive in the midsection he's a tummy boy okay just trust me. and this man may lift, box, it doesn't matter because if you knead his midsection his strength goes right out the window. you can feel him paw at your prodding hands with the weakest grip you've ever seen. his worst enemy is when you do the claw hand on his belly he's in hysterics i'm telling you. wiggling on his back saying "i give! i give!" and flopping onto his side when he's released from their tickly clutches. now, make that two pairs of hands, or ten, he doesn't have a chaaaaance.

he's definitely a good tickle monster to the others but once they elect k'sante to hold him down (he can bench sett apparently so he's gotta be the bad guy on this one) he's like "NOO DON'T DO IT GUYS I'M SORRYEHHEEHE" he preemptivey starts laughing when he sees wiggling fingers creeping closer and closer to him, begging wildly for mercy before anything happens. he calls out to each one of them, praying that they'll help! he's not the one to take what he dishes out.

and also the ears! don't forget about those! they are oh so ticklish and they twitch when you touch them. roll the delicate ear between two of your fingers and it has him in a fit of giggles. any fighting techniques he might know mean nothing in the face of a laughing fit.

first to help someone relieve stress via giving attention and being a stress toy himself. though, he's prone to going after someone first even if he always loses. we appreciate his effort. he'll probably have someone fighting on his side simply because he's a lost cause. has a good relationship with physical affection! his favorite to give: ticklish kisses n raspberries, in combo with a hug of course. try not to get caught in his clutches. if those are his tactics.. maybe he does deserve to get got. he's not as embarrassed as his track record would suggest! takes his inevitable loss in stride.

haaa this long as fuck 👍 i don't think i've written anything at all since 2018 or smth really i tried to keep these diverse so lmk how i did! also like always i do not reread and check anything so. this is it

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Trial and Error

Friendship: Miguel & Demetri

Pairing: Hawkmetri (although the focus is intentionally more on the Miguel and Demetri friendship here)

Happy pride month!!! This felt like a fitting last AV100 for Miguetri Monday :3 This is a 6-parter with 600 total words! Based a little bit in some headcanons I came up with here about why I think Demetri actively hides his sexuality, despite being fairly open about other aspects of his personality.

CW for canon-typical homophobia (because Kyler doing that stunt with Demetri's cast like...very definitely had homophobic undertones), internalized homophobia, and the general fear of being outed based in concerns about personal safety and social alienation.

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5 times Demetri was too scared to tell Miguel the truth ( +1 time he wasn't)

1.

“Gets laid more than anyone, isn’t that right, Eli?”

Miguel only rolls his eyes.

At first, Demetri thinks his new friend’s put off by the dismissive sentiment. But as the conversation ebbs and their attention shifts to the rich girls, his stomach tightens.

Miguel saw how he looked at Eli, didn’t he? Did he think it was gross?

Would he leave, too?

Fuck.

Time for damage control.

“I don’t care if Yasmine’s the meanest girl in school. I’d kill both of you just to get her to spit in my face.”

That’s what a normal teenage boy would say, right?

2.

“Let’s ask the dragon queens to dance!”

Demetri wishes the punch was carbonated. Maybe that would fight the nausea he feels imagining having to fake any kind of interest in these three perfect strangers. Putting on a facade requiring 10 times the phoniness he usually shows his friends.

Besides, girls who watch Game of Thrones aren’t stupid. They’ll smell what he is. Recoil, shove him away. Shout what Eli and Miguel probably already suspect—something no denial can fix.

And then he’ll be alone.

“Slow your roll,” Demetri says. “We’ve got time.”

Miguel chocks it up to passivity. Thank fuck.

3.

Kyler knows. Kyler’s always fucking known.

The years of bullying. Making sure Demetri saw him harass Eli about how “no girl” would ever want to kiss him. Drawing a dick on the arm he had to know Eli snapped and showing the entire cafeteria.

Maybe some other Cobra told Kyler about the break. Maybe Eli himself did the bragging. Doesn’t matter.

Point is that Miguel saw Kyler’s stunt.

Demetri feels sick. Eli left him. Now the only other person he’s come to trust with his entire self will, too.

But when Yasmine finds him later, he realizes his one out.

4.

He yells angrily after Yasmine, feeding the illusion this was all by accident. Sam and Miguel smirk.

It’s clear they buy it hook, line, and sinker.

They’re happy for him. For who they think he is.

The normal and uncontroversial Demetri. The one who isn’t…that.

And Demetri’s come too close to losing Miguel already to break that illusion.

“I am 101% in love.”

I promise I’m the same as you. He pats Miguel’s shoulder, relishing how secure he feels. Nothing to be ashamed of.

He hears Miguel tell Sam love conquers all. Demetri doesn’t have the heart to believe it.

5.

It’s pathetic, and Demetri knows it. Miguel and Sam deserve better.

But he’s in too deep to admit everything with Yasmine’s a farce.

It still begs the question. How does Demetri fix Miguel’s relationship when he can’t even tell Eli he’s in love with him?

Regardless, Miguel’s stuck with Demetri this long. Demetri has to try.

“I get Yasmine a charm for every fight.” Why are they even still together? “She can barely lift her arm now.”

Useless to ruminate. This house of cards is better than Miguel and Eli knowing the truth.

Despite everything, Demetri’s still a fucking coward.

+1

“Plans for senior prom?” Miguel eyes Demetri curiously.

“I’m going with Eli.”

“Stag?”

Demetri freezes.

He could backpedal. Retreat into the cozy blanket of lies that always kept Miguel around.

But graduation’s next month. Fuck it.

“We’re, uh…dating, actually.”

The way Miguel lights up makes Demetri wonder why he ever felt the need to keep it secret.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I was worried you’d be weirded out!”

“Are you kidding?” Miguel’s beam is blinding. “I’m so happy for you guys! And I’ve been waiting for you to ask him out since, like, sophomore year.”

“Wait. You fucker—”

[forgedroyalseal]

The Life You Deserve

After years of running, Will finally learns to slow down.

An Epilogue to “Guilty until proven innocent” and “My reputation’s never been worse”

TW: vague references to attempted suicide

Will cradled the black and white puppy to his chest who was determinedly gnawing at the gold oak leaf pendant that swung from his neck. Will shifted the pup away from the chain and waved to the approaching riders.The rider in the lead dismounted and unlatched the gate that lead into the property.

“Will!” Horace shouted, dropping Kicker’s reins and engulfing Will into a bear hug. The puppy yipped and squirmed between them.

“Careful Horace, you’ll squish her.” Will laughed as he took a step back.

“She’s adorable.” Horace cooed. “Can I hold her?”

Will passed the puppy to Horace who happily let her lick his face.

“Now you’ve done it, he’s going to be begging me to let us bring her home with us.” Cassandra said as she sidled up besides Will. He wrapped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

“She’s extremely clinging and constantly hungry. Her and Horace are a match made in heaven.” He teased. Cassandra snorts and reaches out to ruffle Will’s long hair. He’s got a thin piece of leather tied around his head, holding it back from falling into his eyes. He laughs and tries to duck out of her reach.

“Does she have a name?” Horace asked. He was now cradling the puppy on her back and she was pawing at his chest.

“Alyss and Bob banned me from naming any living creature again after the first litter. I still stand by my choices.”

“Naming a puppy “Ears” is just plain cruel.” Alyss called out as she approached. She hugged Cassandra and kissed Horace’s cheek.

Will held his hands up in defense, “It was a fitting name. He had ears the size of dinner plates.”

“It was bullying and I refuse to allow that behavior.”

“Yeah Will,” Horace smirks, “That’s like if you were named Shorty rather than Treaty.” Will lunges over to shove Horace, but he holds the puppy out in front of his chest. “You can’t attack me when I’m holding this precious baby.”

“That’s enough boys.” Alyss rolls her eyes, “I’ve got coffee and tea made, and it’s not getting any warmer.”

The four of them make their way up to the little, newly build cabin that sat across from the large barn. They passed by a fenced paddock. Old Bob was inside with a young chestnut colt and a large black and white shepherd. He waved to them but quickly turned his attention back to the animals.

“That’s Harlow.” Will pointed to the dog, “She’s the puppy’s big sister.”

“What’s Bob doing?” Cassandra asked.

“He’s getting the colt used to dogs being underfoot. Harlow’s fast and good at avoid flying hooves so we use her with the younger or more skittish horses.” Will explained as he opened the cabin door and welcomed his friends inside.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He smiled. The cabin was simple but clean. The smell of pine sap and peppermint flooded the space, and fresh cut wildflowers sat on each windowsill.

“It’s lovely Will. I can’t believe you built it yourself.” Cassandra praised.

“I had help. Gilan spent a solid two weeks out here when I was felling trees, and Halt came out every weekend he wasn’t on assignment.”

“Still, it was mostly you Will. You deserve to be proud of it.” Alyss squeezed his arm.

Will smiled at her. He was proud. Building this cabin had given him the much needed time to rebuild himself. The countless hours he spent on it had brought him peace and satisfaction.

“You have a lot to be proud of according to Crowley. He says that your training plan has already been more successful than he could have anticipated.” Horace grins, always happy to shower his friends with the praise they deserve.

“We’ve still got a long way to go, but our test groups have been going quite well if I’m being honest.” It hadn’t taken Will long to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He knew that he still wanted to help people in whatever capacity he could, but he was finished with violence and danger. After a long discussion with Halt and Crowley, he had been granted the opportunity to do just that. He moved in with Old Bob and together they started a pilot program of raising and training dogs to work along side rangers and their horses. It was a peaceful and safe life filled with joy and freedom. They weren’t far from Redmont, but far enough to give Will the space he needed to recover.

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Hours passed as the friends caught up, happy to be able to speak face to face rather than over letters. As afternoon trickled into evening, Will invite Horace to walk the property with him.

“Your life here is everything I’ve ever wanted for you.”

Will purses his lips, “It’s more than I deserve.”

“No Will, it’s not. After everything you’ve been through, everything you have survived, this is the least you deserve.” Horace paused and Will stopped besides him. “Are you happy Will?”

“Happier than I have been in longer than I care to admit.” Will tells him candid.

Horace grins, “I can’t begin to tell you how glad that makes me.”

Will looks back towards the cabin, a tender expression settling on his face. “I’m going to ask Alyss to marry me.” He confesses.

“Really? That’s fantastic Will!” And it was. Horace knew that this more than anything was proof that Will was healing. In the early months after Will’s return, Horace had spent countless nights comforting Will, reassuring him that they all still loved him. That they didn’t think he was damaged or dirty or a monster. He had talked him off the ledge on numerous occasions. Horace shuttered internally as memories of when that wasn’t just a turn of phrase. Of griping onto Will’s arm and hulling him over the Castle’s edge, holding his resisting friend close against his chest until the fight finally left him in a mess of tears and unnecessary apologies. So many times over that first year Will had doubted his worth. Had been convinced that Alyss could never love him, should never love him. For him to ask her to marry him, it just went to show everyone how far his mental state has come.

“Halt’s been on my case about it. He keeps hinting towards grand babies. Pauline claims she tells him not to pressure us, but I’m almost certain she’s trying to pull some sort of reverse psychology on me.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s sharper than all of us.” Horace clears his throat. “Um, in the spirit of divulging secrets-“

“I mean, my proposal isn’t exactly a secret per say-“

“Cassandra is pregnant.”

Will’s face cracked into a huge grin. “Congratulations! That’s amazing, I am so happy for you both.”

Horace narrows his eyes at Will.

“What?” Will asks innocently.

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question.

Will considers denying it, but gives in. “Cassandra wrote me when she realized. She wanted advice on how to tell you.”

“You knew before me?” Horace’s words boarder on a whine that Will finds equal obnoxious and endearing.

“I’m her best friend Horace and your brother, of course I knew. She knows that all of us ward kids have weird issues when it comes to children and parenthood.”

“She was worried I’d be upset?”

“No.” Will insisted. “She just, need to hear a little reassurance from someone in a similar boat, that’s all.”

“I am a little freaked out at the idea of being a dad.” Horace admitted.

“I understand. Believe me, I’m terrified at the prospect.”

“Thankfully, we both ended up with pretty amazing women. Who won’t take any self deprecating crap from us.”

“I thank god every night Alyss. For all of you. I don’t even want to think about where I’d be without you.” Will stares out at the sky, aflame with brilliant reds and oranges at the sun sets across the rolling hills.

Horace rests his hand on Will’s shoulder and squeezes it. “Then it’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

A/N: I am so grateful for the community I have found through this series and I am glad to finally give you all the happy ending you deserve.

(Other than that one weird hater whose comments I have to keep deleting, I’m not that grateful to you tbh)

[ivyprism]

I Didn't Mean To (Marguerite Backstory)

Warning: Child abuse, fire, blood, death, pain, sadness, uncontrolled power, panic attacks, bullying, foster care system, and implied mass murder.

This may be heavy for some readers, so please be cautious if you want to read it.

This has a switch from 1st Person to 2nd Person near the end.

"I don't know very much about my parents. When I was little, my mother was regarded as a lovely and sophisticated woman. My father was a powerful yet mysterious man... However, I've never actually met them. I'm not sure if they died or simply decided they didn't want me anymore. I was a child who was moved from one foster family to another. Many of my foster parents returned me, claiming I was "too difficult" and "dangerous".

Regardless of what happened, my social worker would always remind me there was nothing wrong with me. My magic and lack of control are typical for a child my age. She was the only person who understood me. I didn't intend to be a nuisance or a threat…. I was simply unable to manage my magic. I was a child; how could I know?

When I met my next foster family, I assumed everything would be the same as before, but I was mistaken. My foster mother was a lovely older woman who gladly took me in. She wasn't a monster, just a human woman who believed my lack of magical control just needed a bit of patience. She never treated me like a monster for it. I genuinely adored her…

But then the other kids learned about what I am, what I could do...And as they say, kids can be cruel. I was going home that day, I didn't know what they wanted.

"Is it true you killed your parents with your fire?" "Wow, a monster walking among us! The horror!" "You're not going to kill us too, are you?"

I was a child and could not grasp these queries. I didn't know what to do, so I ran home and into the arms of my foster mother. I was terrified, but they did not stop. My foster mother tried to stop them and did everything she could, but it simply made matters worse. When I retaliated in my defense, the situation became really heated.

"Y--you scratched me! Monster!" Following my defense against them, the boy shouted at me. They'd tugged my hair and horns, and it ached. I did not aim to hurt them.

"I'm- I'm sorry!" I had said. I was just a child, I didn't know and I didn't mean to. But they turned to their parents. Their parents disliked me as well; after all, hatred is hardly a natural emotion. They were determined to take action.

They stopped my foster mother and cornered me. I was a child, and I was defenseless against them. My foster mother pleaded to be spared, but I don't believe they listened.

"We should've never let you foster this monster anyway." One of them said anything.

"We should've done this a long time ago." Another had said as he raised a weapon and struck me. I don't recall exactly what happened; all I remember is the excruciating pain of getting smacked in the eye. I saw blood, and I couldn't open my eye because it stung so severely.

"Leave her alone! She's just a little girl!" My foster mother begged loudly. I looked at her, but then another attack came. I didn't have time to open my mouth as I felt more pain. I cried out in pain as my foster mother pleaded. I was in pain, so much pain. I was scared.

I didn't have time to think as my foster mother approached me, pulling me into her arms and attempting to comfort me. Telling me everything would be fine, I knew it was a lie, yet I felt so protected in her embrace…

Until I didn't.

I heard a hit followed by a thud. My foster mother lay bleeding on the ground near my feet. I couldn't determine if she was still alive. I was so afraid that I began to hyperventilate. I couldn't breathe and was so afraid that I kept apologizing for being born. I couldn't think, everything was whirling, and I was scared. I was so scared.

So the terror presented itself as a blazing fire that I had never seen before. I didn't have time to react; all I could hear was a chorus of cries, the sound of fire, and people fleeing, but only the screams. I kept apologizing; I was scared and didn't mean to. I could see the fire blazing and hear my foster mother trying to comfort me, but I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or if she was actually saying it. All I remembered after was passing out from the pain and the smoke.

After that, I didn't know what happened. I was in the hospital, I was isolated in a wing. I didn't know if people had died, or if they had lived, but as soon as I could I ran. I couldn't face my social worker, I couldn't face my foster mother... I was a monster. I started picking up odd jobs and lying about my age to survive. All I remembered was the screams, the terror, and all the fire.

I wouldn't let anyone get too close to me, I couldn't. I was dangerous and erratic, and I didn't know how to control my fire. Of course, after years, I started teaching myself how to be a human, and how to not use my awful magic, and I blended right in. I was just another person who worked everywhere. No one knew what I was or who I was.

I met my ex-husband when I was 18, and we were married for a few years before we divorced. I never told him who I was, and I'm not sure I ever completely trusted him. That is on me. But I didn't want anyone to fear me again because of things I couldn't control.

After that, I met Tart. They were just a baby and my friend made me their godmother. I didn't know how to care for a baby, I was so scared that I'd hurt them. So I was a bit cautious with them until I learned how to be close and care for them like a mother should.

And that's how I'm here today. I'll never know what happened to the place I used to live or anything. Honestly, I barely remember what happened that night. All I know is that I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just didn't know how to control my magic.

Of course, that's one of many things I've dealt with, but those are all stories for another time~."

You blink carefully at Marguerite, who smiles at you. She pats your head and walks away. You stare at what you've written; a part of you wants to console her, but she appears fine now.

That's something for another time, I suppose. You still had a lot of questions about her. I mean, she was your friend. She was a single mother to a very sweet child, and you're sure they have lots of stories to tell at some point.

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[feathersflurry]

Fractal-Chapter 2

SephirothxFem!OC

TW: Our boi (Sephiroth) gets pew pewed, General War Themes, Bullying, Pushy Ex Boyfriend, Unwilling Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Domestic Violence, Mia might be a Berserker Class, PTSD, Depressive themes, Is Mia Really that Stupid?

Synopsis: It's been a year since her last interaction with Sephiroth. Mia has experienced a walk down memory lane and not for the better. Her longing grows ever deeper for Sephiroth as she continues to search for him throughout the house, begging, pleading to make an appearance. And when he does, he is hardly the boy she knew....

Typical. Mia thought as she spiked the punch. She’d managed to smuggle a couple of airplane bottles into the senior prom scene between her breasts without a hitch, and the chaperones were none the wiser. And as her eyes watched boredly while the clear fluid emptied into the fizzy bowl of sickeningly sweet mix of hawaii punch and squirt soda, she caught a glimpse of a flash bomb and nearly jumped back. She could have sworn she saw black feathers and a single wing from a ground view. Her eyes filled with concern as she immediately tucked the now empty bottles back into her dress and stared further into the punch bowl. He wasn’t wearing his jacket. He was unprotected under fire and the music was too loud to hear the shouts and commands as he directed troops on the frontlines. He looked around and checked for wounded as he then looked at the ground below. His eyes shone in the light as they met hers if only for a moment. And in that moment, a bullet hit him and she nearly screamed. Several girls looked over at her with quizzical expressions. Soon to be mocking sneers. Their unsubtle whispers and jeers reached her ears without fail as she moved along the walls with the now alcoholic concoction. Praying for this celebration to be over more than anything. But most of all, praying for her soldier to be okay.

Most of the senior class was sloshed by the time the party was over. The chaperones could never find the culprit, and the creepy teachers just used it as an excuse to frisk the girls and little twinks who just came of age. Her included. But if she reacted, she knew she would be considered liable. As true as it was. She knew that as soon as she headed home, the sooner the drama would be over, so why not deal with the bullshit for another five minutes. Her motorcycle was just in view and all she had to do was stride over and ride it home. A simple one, two, three. Right?

Wrong.

So.Fucking.Wrong.

The moment she got onto the highway, she nearly lost control of the breaks and found that her belt had been misaligned. Likely a prank from the other seniors. It was fine. She was wearing protection under her dress anyway and she could treat bruising if need be. Her eyes narrowed as she concentrated on taking control of the situation. A low growl escaped her as she slowed her bike down, gently speeding up and revving the engine slightly as she pulled to the side. She looked up at the sky for a moment and popped the side satchel. The forecast warned for a chance of heavy rain and potential storms, so she had to work fast. There was quick work of checking the belt alignment and her suspicions proved correct. The word “freak” was etched onto the belt and she scoffed. Freak wasn’t the worst thing she’d been called in her four years. This wasn’t even the worst they’d done. It was indirect and fixable.

“Assholes.” She mumbled.

Once done, she stood and got back on the road. No use in stalling to get back home. She didn’t like staying on the roadside for too long. Legally, she was now an adult. Mentally, she was…well…a lost kid. Her best friend was, as far as she knew, imaginary and only accessible by mirror. And she couldn’t call him at will. It really depended on when the damn window, as she liked to call it, opened. She was also so emotionally attached to him to the point where if he died, her devastation would break her. She couldn’t possibly fathom why. Hence why him being shot affected her so much. Sephiroth was the closest thing she had to normal in her life. Everyone was merely in and out like a damn burger franchise. And why the fuck would they stay? Out of pity? Money? They all had their own game. Hell, the paralegal, Leah, stayed for a while and then just up and disappeared for whatever fucking reason. She only popped up whenever it fucking served her to help Mia with her god damned homework or to make sure she was eating well. It wasn’t like she was her fucking mom or anything. Mia was fucking fine on her own. She had a motorcycle. She figured shit out independently. She even paid for her own license for fucks sake. And now she had the option to go to any college she wanted after having maybe one boyfriend in her life. And what a fucking great example he was….Mia paused at the last part. She was being unfair. Her first boyfriend was by all means a sweet boy. She just….couldn’t love him. There were obstacles. When they made out she noticed when Seph accidentally popped in on the mirror and saw them. She couldn’t see her boyfriend in her arms. Instead, she closed her eyes and imagined Seph as she heard him walk back around the corner. She wasn’t intending to startle him. She didn’t mean to cause alarm.

She officially ended it when he proposed to her before joining the airforce. She couldn’t help but stare at him and feel a lump form in her throat. Not out of glee or happiness, but out of fear. What would she be leaving behind? Better yet, whom? She was standing alone in her room when he barged in. No knocks or anything. At least, that’s what he thought. He thought she’d been rehearsing for an audition. Yet Sephiroth’s eyes widened in what appeared to be a mixture of surprise and heartbreak as she stared down at the young man. Her breath caught for a moment and she finally swallowed.

“Can I think about it?” she asked, apprehensive as she tried to hide her hesitation.

Her boyfriend, at the time, smiled and stood. “Please!” He chirped excitedly. “I really hope you’ll say yes.”

There it was. The pressure. He’d never pressured her before, sweet as he was. She imagined a life with him and how it would be to be a dependa. She never knew her mother as she gave up her rights to her a long time ago. Her father had beaten her to near death and lost not only his custody, his part of the estate and anything left in her grandmother's will. She shivered at potentially having her child waking up in a hospital and going through a lengthy recovery process from a fatal beating like the one she’d face. The very idea sickened her. Resolution suddenly overtook her and she straightened.

“Give me a few days and you’ll have an answer.” she finally said. She needed to come up with a creative way to say no.

The young man's eyes glowed with both hope and happiness as he leaped up with joy and pulled her into his grasp, holding her and spinning her around as though she were Ariel from the little mermaid. She didn’t want to feel like Ariel. She wanted to feel like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She Wanted to be spun around in a poofy gold dress in a grand ballroom with someone she actually loved who actually worked on themselves. Someone who was as broken as she was but willing to put the pieces back together with her. Not a puppydog. Her eyes narrowed as she rested her head on his shoulder. His hand traced along her lower back….the rest was history.

Once he was gone, she couldn’t look her friend in the eye.

“So what will you say.”

“I’m going to say no.”

There was a low snarl that nearly made her jump. He was wringing his hands through his hair in frustration before slowly folding his fingers together. A deep sigh followed suit and she rose to find his back to her. His knees were propped up as his head was leaned back against his mirror.

“I wouldn’t have guessed with how he was fucking you against the glass.”

Sephiroth’s voice was low, almost monotone. And Mia wouldn’t have been able to tell him that she was imagining him as her soon to be ex was in the middle of…well. Her face turned red as she rubbed her hands along her neck and jawline and frustration.

“Had I not known any better, I would think you were jealous.” She quipped. “It’s not my fault that the window opens and closes where it’s inconvenient.”

“And it’s not my fault that you could’ve said no.”

“Forgive me, Seph, but I prefer people I–” she paused. “Nevermind.” Sephiroth turned. His brow was quirked as she began to move from the bed, wrapping herself in her bedsheet as she did so and leaned against the looking glass.

“When it comes to relationships, I promise not to do that again.” She finally told him. Realizing the damage she’d caused. “I’m sorry.”

Two days later she would give her ex boyfriend her answer. His disappointment was apparent, however she’d done what she had to do. He’d somehow been surprisingly understanding and yet…the breakup was bittersweet.

For Mia, this endeavor was a world away. And as she pulled into her driveway she noticed that there was a silver impala parked incorrectly near the side of her fence. Her head went into a whirlwind of possibilities of whom it might be. And she quickly paused as she then walked in through the side of the garage so as to take the element of surprise. Sephiroth had taught as much.

Her eyes narrowed at the door as she slowly crept in, closing the entrance lightly. She checked the premises from top to bottom for any signs of life, carefully listening for footfalls as she silently made her way to the utility closet for her grandmother’s tanto blade. A family heirloom that she hid away as not only a keepsake, but also something that would serve useful if cared for and honed in situations such as these.

“That’s not going to work.” a voice whispered. It was low, yet familiar. It sounded older somehow. Her brow furrowed as lightning struck as cold, unfeeling eyes looked down upon her through strands of silver. Disappearing with another flash. Her reflection soon stared back at her in the mirror now. She questioned what she saw. That wasn’t Sephiroth. His eyes were always full of emotion, not…whatever was looking down at her. She couldn’t see the rest of the specter, as they seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Yet she recalled that every version portrayed in the game seemed to appear a certain way. He would reach out to infected denizens who were infused with Jenova cells through a psychic link. Haunting their minds with visions and…she blushed. She couldn’t think about some of the cloud endeavors. However, what she could think about was the fact that she was not fused with Jenova cells.

There had to be some other reason.

Theory of relativity often stated that time was not linear. And that with every action there would be a reaction. Ergo, if something was changed in the time space continuum, for example stepping on a butterfly, chances are, it would create a ripple effect toward the future. However, that is only a small matter as opposed to a much larger cause and effect. In some time lines, were Mia never to meet Sephiroth, chances were that she would die and be buried in a potter's field without a penny to her name. Her father would be faultless for ever beating her to death. Or she would be taken into the system, miserable and likely to commit suicide in her mid teens, if not succumb to the trauma. Maybe she would meet another version of Sephiroth later on in her life who would want to destroy her. Not that she’d mind. She would beg for it. He would likely take pity and grant her wish…worse, torture her into begging for it.

A shudder rippled down her spine.

Had they not met he would’ve become even more of a sadist with a god complex.

Not that he wasn’t already, the ass.

She inhaled and exhaled as she turned the corner. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light as she listened to the voice from before echoing in her head. That’s not going to work. What the fuck did he know? She paused for a moment. Thinking and sliding her tanto into the front of her dress, just in case she would find herself in need of it. She reached for a baseball bat she hid around the corner of the stairwell as she trekked deeper into the home, the sound of her own breathing began to intermingle with whimpering and soft sobs. Another familiar voice that she’d not heard in a while.

“Mama..” mumbled a smaller, much more child-like voice. “Okay mama.”

When Mia turned into the common room, the sight before her was almost welcomed despite the gruesome image laid before her. A woman with tawny reddish brown hair curled in the corner beneath the window of the darkened room, trying not to make a sound as she kept her eyes on the outside of the house. A little boy, no older than maybe three or four years old was held tightly to her chest as he tried to sooth away her tears and calm her. There was a cut beneath her right eye as signs of a large bruise was beginning to swell. There were obvious cuts on her arm and her nose had been broken. Blood was oozing from her lip.

“Leah?” Mia gasped. “What the hell happened to you?” She wanted to ask where the older woman had been. Why was she…no. Now wasn’t the time. A loud screech and a crash sounded outside. And Mia’s head turned slowly as she gripped the baseball bat. That was the sound she was looking for. Her body tensed. Her nose wrinkled and she was not only pissed off, but she had some self loathing and pent up aggression she had to take out on someone from earlier.

“Cover his eyes.” Mia snarled.

“Wh-” Leah squeaked. Mia snapped her head in Leah’s general direction. Her eyes alight with fury as she approached the door.

“I said cover the damn kids fucking eyes, Leah.”

There was a moment of quiet, then a loud explosion as a large man kicked the front door in. Mia rolled her shoulders as he first looked at her and pointed at her in warning, soon to train his eyes on Leah and the toddler in her arms. The younger of the two women grinned viciously at the man's mistake as he would then realize that the moment he looked away was the moment he would take a blow to the head. He doubled over in pain, dazed for a moment, shaking his head as Mia slowly approached. He reached to grab her by the skirts as if to pull her down and she swung the bat down on his back. A loud howl echoed throughout the house. Suddenly, a sick sense of satisfaction fell over Mia like a warm blanket. She never knew that violence would feel so…fucking…wonderful. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. His blood splashed all over her as though it were a sprinkler, and his cries were like music to her ears.

“Mia.” Leah called. It sounded far off and distant to her.

“Mia…” She called again. Mia still ignored her. The euphoria provided too much of a rush.

“MIA THAT’S ENOUGH!” A hand fell on her shoulder and pulled at her. Her fist swung in the direction of whomever was behind and before she could stop, it was too late. She jerked back. The bat in her hand dropped to the floor. Her body shook with adrenaline and she wondered how far gone she was before she’d been pulled back to reality. Her eyes welled up with tears when she realized exactly what she’d done. Leah was slightly bent over, holding her left cheek in pain. Her lips were pursed into a thin line as Mia’s eyes watched her in fear. Images of her father flashed as she remembered him pinning her to the ground and senselessly beating her half to death. She recalled waking up in the hospital to find Leah sitting at the end of the hospital bed, gently smiling at her as she held the Sephiroth doll that her grandmother made. She didn’t realize how much pain she had to address. She didn’t realize how lost she was. This woman was more like a mother to her than the woman who disappeared from her life so long ago. The woman she couldn’t even remember.

“You and your son are welcome to stay as long as you need.” She croaked. She turned away and headed to her room.

The day after she watched in silence as the coroner hauled the corpse of Leah's now dead husband from her grandmothers home. She'd been up all night, enduring intense interrogations. The questions felt endless as she faced not only the police, but a forensics team and investigators to see if she could keep her story straight. From the doorway, she could see the prying eyes of her neighbors and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Leah watched from the sidelines as she was treated for wounds and questioned from the side to see if Mia's story held up. Weeks would go by and the insurance on Leah's husband would go through to ensure that there was some financial gain from his death. Leah would try to give some to Mia, however Mia would then deny it and tell her that it wasn't necessary, yet it was insisted upon. 

    "You're family." She said. "You should get a portion." 

Mia would begrudgingly give in. 

After receiving her certificate in the mail, and avoiding the post High School walk of shame, Mia proceeded to count the months and watched as the seasons changed. Her appetite fluctuated as she remembered that night. Her eyes remained dull as she continued to look back and forth at the mirror. She would lean against it, waiting. But nothing would happen. Maybe, perhaps she was imagining things. Perhaps the boy beyond the mirror was always imaginary and having someone living with her was maybe a cure for her hallucinations. The tiny padding of feet from a little boy echoed throughout the hall outside of her bedroom. She had long since cut her hair. Her blood stained dress was thrown in the incinerator and the girl in the mirror did not look the same as before. The whisper of the wind that flowed through her room caused her to stride over to the frame and lean against the panes. She gazed up and watched as the leaves shook and hues changed with the sunset. She hadn’t realized that it was fall already and yet, the smell of the rotting wood and petrichor in the air made her close her eyes and lean close. The mix of grays, greens and russets together made her think of the union between the ever changing earth and the cosmos. The love that she felt towards someone who didn’t exist and yet…she so terribly wanted him to. 

 “You cut your hair.” The sudden voice was unfamiliar. Much more mature, there was authority to it, and yet there was some familiarity. Some familiarity, however, was not enough. She reached for her machete and withdrew it from the fiberglass sheath and pointed it in the direction of the voice. Her eyes were feral and animalistic. As though they were ready to kill. She’d already killed one man, she was ready to kill another. However…killing this one, would involve going to his world. If he existed. Her eyes softened. Her chest began to ache and his expression was both surprised and pained. What happened to you? Could be read on his face as she fell to her knees. He moved to try and reach out, yet withdrew. The impossibility was clear. 

“I’m sorry.” She choked. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” She couldn’t look him in the eye now. The girl she used to be was gone after senior prom. She watched him get shot. She thought he was gone. She thought he’d been obliterated in a storm of bullets the moment she looked away. 

“Come here.” He told her. His voice was soft, not as authoritative as it was when he entered. She did as commanded and slowly edged her way to the mirror. She still couldn’t find the courage to look at him. His hands were still gloved and his uniform was skin tight. His chest…she looked up for a brief moment and immediately looked away. His chest was exposed. She wasn’t used to him like that. This wasn’t the time to be remarking on his general appearance. “Look at me.” She shivered at the low purr that erupted from his chest. She wasn’t used to that. It was almost as though he’d stepped straight out of a romance novel. She wanted to laugh at the thought just as much as she wanted it to continue. However, her eyes slowly moved upward. She questioned when he’d gotten so tall. He practically towered over her at this point. She subconsciously reached to try and touch what was before her. She traced his lips, down to his collarbone and chest as he quirked his head to the side. His hair exposed the pale skin of his neck and a salacious smile pulled at his lips. 

“And here I was worried, starling…” He raised a teasing brow. “But here we are, being a little pervert.”

Mia sputtered for a moment and Sephiroth leaned forward. His hand glided against the mirror and traced the side as he studied her features with hungry eyes. A wolfish grin stopped just where her navel would be as he looked at her hips and slowly trailed up to meet her eyes. 

“Not that I mind.” 

“What are you saying Seph?” Mia grumbled, moving to hide her body. She was nervous, heat pooled at her core as she’d only been clad in a paper thin crop top and boy shorts. She bit her lower lip, knowing full well what he was seeing. Her hip jutted out as the waistband of a black thong peaked out from underneath. From the other side of the mirror, Sephiroth had already had his quarters changed from an observation cell to an officers barrack. As nice as it was, he couldn’t help but find her image more than pleasing as he exposed more of himself. He had more privacy. He had more to give. More to show off. She couldn’t deny the fact that he saw her lick her lips at the sight of him. He saw her on the battlefield. Her worried expression shocked him as he directed his subordinates to and fro to ensure that a good number of his people were able to return. He knew what he was doing. He didn’t like it. He should have died under fire. But if he did, she would not see him again. And he was starting to get some modicum of an idea of how the windows worked. It just took him a while to get him settled into a new living situation. He would still be observed and tested. But on the battlefield and in Shinra HQ. In his space, she was his. 

“Seph.” Mia called to him once more. Her new pixie cut didn’t hide the annoyance on her face. Her lips dropped into a soft pout. He figured he would play with her for a moment. 

“Starling…” He began. “What do you think I meant when I said, I offer my sacrifice to you?”

Sephiroth leaned back with ease and watched her look at the parallels between loveless and another poem and the thought suddenly hit her.

“You changed it on purpose, didn’t you?” 

 His once flirtatious smile softened to that of a lovelorn man, out of reach from the lady who he wished so desperately to hold in his arms. 

“So who’s the lucky girl?”

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[ashecampos]

Web Head

Trans Spider y/n

no love interest. yet. comment who should be the love interest though. Just a new series, maybe one shot I’m trying out. I’m this universe reader is Spider-Man but unlike any other spider person they have this one little problem. He was assigned female at birth.

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“HEY PENIS PARKER” a familiar voice shouts in my ear as I rest my head on my cold locker. A heavy force pushes my back towards the locker, my body is pushed up so my feet aren’t touching the ground, his hands grip the collar of my shirt. “What did I say about you seeing my girl parker?” He scowls at me. Flash Thompson. The bully. I grimace as a clenched fist makes contact with my face, my body dropping to the floor. Students gather around like this is the most important part of their day. Which knowing the kids from Brooklyn, it probably is. I pick myself up, dirty converse placed on the floor as I put my hands up to fight. For the fourth time this week. Once again his fist makes contact with my face again, this time he draws blood, my cheek cuts open from his silver plated ring, fuck. My turn. I quickly jab him in the jaw, his face is comical as he shakes his head, spitting out blood onto the floor, he smirks and grabs me by the chin and throws my body to the ground, with force he kicks me in the ribs a couple of times before she runs over. His girlfriend. “Flash what are you doing? Break it up” she pulls his arm so he is a distance away from me. It all happens so fast but teachers are storming towards us, one grabs my arm while another ushers flash toward the principals office.

Shoved into a seat, Flash and the head teacher is sat in the room with me. “you two used to be best friends, now you both fight” the principal starts. “One more time and you are both expelled. Your parents.. sorry guardians will be informed about this” he then states sternly. Fuck my uncle Ben is going to kill me, I’m so dead.

“Now go hurry along you have to catch a bus for your classes day trip if I’m not wrong” he chuckles before adding “boys will be boys” at the end of his sentence.

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I throw my body down onto a free pair of seats, closing my eyes and sighing. Finally. “Shove along short ass” another familiar voice says through the crowd. Thank god it’s Tess, my best friend of eight long years. She’s the yin to my yang. The Cap to my Bucky. And all of that cringe shit. I quickly sit up leaving her room on the left to me, she sits and looks over to me, she shakes her head. “you look like shit” she states with a laugh “you should see the other guy” i smirk “I did”

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After a few minutes of conversation she instantly perks up. Turning to me with puppy dog eyes she grabs my attention “please join the rugby team y/n, you’ll love it” she asks for the millionth time. I hadn’t played rugby since my parents left when I was 10. Chuckling I cave for her begging “I’ll think about it okay?” I say with a hint of sarcasm.

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Our conversation flows naturally as time goes on, before we know it we have arrived at the place. Octavius labs. “Apparently they signed a deal with Doctor Connors” I overhear someone say in awe as we step off of the bus.

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Once inside the building we get assigned groups and of course tour guides. Ours was some old man with 90s style glasses and white hair, someone you could see as your grandpa who has the best stories ever. In who you know led an amazing life. Tess pulls my arm making me look up at her, I give her a questioning look as she pulls out my camera. Sneaky bitch. “Hey I picked this up, thought we could sneak off to the spider enclosure and grab some shots, you promised to do me a spider tattoo, this can be your concept design” she smirks again with pleading eyes. She’s never been the one to like the field trips, she’s chill and would rather go do her own thing, that being dragging me to do things with her. I nod as we sneak away from the poor old man.

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I open the door for her like a true gentleman, she enters the room and looks around surprised. I walk up to the spiders in awe. I grab my camera and get to work. Just as I click the button to take one last photo. A selfie of me and Tess with the spiders. I feel a stabbing pain on my left rib. Fucking binder. I grimace a little, making Tess look over. One hand keeps a hold of my camera as the other shoots to my rib. “You need to get a new binder” Tess says with sympathy in her voice. “Cmon we should go, you still down to see my mom tomorrow? she misses you a lot” Tess informs me, that makes me laugh a little, the pain being less apparent thankfully, we head out of the labs, heading back to the bus.

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Opening the door to my aunt and uncle’s apartment. Now sporting a headache and chest pain, I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. “Hey bud! How was the field trip?” My aunt may says with her signature smile. She wraps an arm around me giving me some weird half hug. “Mh?” I say groaning as my vision starts to go crappy. She kisses me on the forehead and smiles a little. “Go to bed y/n, you look like crap” she chuckles as I walk to my room and my body flops onto my bed.

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A piercing sound hits my ears. Fuck my alarm, I cover my ears and slap my phone multiple times trying to shut it off after like 50 tries it finally stops. My eyes open and I feel like I’m blinded. What the fuck is happening to me? I cover my eyes and attempt to close my curtains, somehow I don’t trip over anything in my room and get the curtains first try. Weird.

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The whole morning my sensory issues get a little bit easier to handle, I skate to school again and as soon as I enter I walk straight into Flash. Well I’m a dead man arent I? He is now sporting a black eye and a grazed cheek bone. He looks at me and swings for my face. I catch his punch which grabs everyone’s attention. He looks extra confused today, I sweep him off of his feet and he is now on the floor, being the respectful man I am, I walk away.

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The whole day goes by questionably quick. One thing that is a bit confusing is that my hands are sticking to everything. It’s super annoying but I guess it was funny to see the look on Tess’s face when I held the ruby ball above her head without using the grip of my fingers, just my palm. That was a sight to see.

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I skate home and get pushed off of my board by some tall dude. “What the fuck man?” I say using my deep manly voice. Or so I thought. “Fuck you tranny” he says as he comes closer to me. Well this isn’t good. I push him away and go to punch him but some weird white stuff comes out of my wrist, due to him already having his hand up, his right hand gets stuck to the wall with whatever that stuff was. I look behind me to see if it was someone else. Nope only us here. I look at my wrist confused. Did that stuff come out of me? what. the. fuck. I walk closer to the man, doing the same to his other hand before walking to get a closer view of the white stuff. It looks like string, I hold my hand out and shoot the stuff onto the bricks close to his head, I swipe a little off onto my finger to get a closer feel of it. Webs? Did I just shoot a spider web out of my wrist. I back away a little wait I’ve heard about this before. What was it. One of those stupid comics Tess likes. Uh spider woman. Yes that’s it.

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While walking away I grab my phone and dial Tess’s number. On the second ring she picks up.

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“Hey T, I need one of your comics” I say with urgency.

“Wait oh my god, have I converted you to the dark side??” She squeals into the speaker

“sure you have, do you still have that uh spider girl thing?” I say with a sigh knowing I’m never going to live this down

“I left it at yours because I knew you would want it someday, check under your old rugby uniform” she says, I just know she’s smiling trough the phone right now.

“Omg I love you so much, thankyouuu you stupid nerd” I say as o start to run back to my house, skate board in my hand.

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I run into the house faster than usual and get to my room, once there I go straight to my old rugby shit, throwing my uniform to the side and grabbing the comic. I flip through it and it hits me. I got bit by a spider as the lab yesterday. Shitttt.

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I lift up my hoodie and look at my ribs, remembering the stabbing pain I felt when I was with Tess when we snuck off yesterday. Two small red bite marks are placed on my skin. Great I’m going to die. Or turn into some mutant. I think death would be the better option here.

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A few hours later and lots of reading the comic and analysing the facts of it, I decide I need to test my new ‘power’. I grab a flannel and go out, leaving a sticky note on the fridge which reads ‘went to Tess’s house xoxo’. I look around the streets trying to find a tall building, comic book in hand, I run up the stairs of a building and get to the top. “Just a leap of faith y/n..cmon just jump” I say to myself as I look down at the drop.

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“nope no not happening” I say while running back down the stairs I go and find a smaller building and go on top of that instead.

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One atop of the building I hold my hand out and try shoot a web. Nope that didn’t do anything. I hold the comic up and look at the hand gesture she done. Copying her action I throw my hand out doing the hand action and it works. Okay then that was easy. Now this.

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I look down at the ground, I take a few steps back and run full speed to the edge and jump off. My body is on a downward spiral to the floor, I hold my hand out and a web shoots, attaching its self to a lamppost. Score.

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I grab the web and aim my body toward the lamppost and it works I’m swinging across the streets in no time. This is so cool.

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I end up taking advantage of this newfound advantage, I go to the shops and grab a bunch of snacks and hair dye, paying for them of course. I swing to Tess’s house, knocking on the door. Her mom answers it, i smile awkwardly. She lets me in and I walk into Tess’s room “hello sunshineee” I say as I drop myself onto her floor as she lays on the bed “hello goth boy” she chuckles as she looks down at me, I look up at her, holding up the bag. “I brought snacks and hair dye” she takes the bag and empties it out onto the bed, grabbing the hair dye first “do we have an exam tomorrow?” She questions, gaining a nod from me “hair dye timee” I say knowing she always dyes her hair before a test.

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Next thing I know we are in her bathroom, she has half of her hair up in a bun and the rest I am applying pink to. Once I’ve done that, I wrap it in foil and she grabs the bleach box dye looking at my hair. “no please not again” I beg as I back away, she starts to open the dye, once the cap is off she shrugs “well it’s open now we must use it” she smirks as she puts a blob onto my hair “I hate you so much” I groan. My poor hair “love you too” she chuckles as she begins to abuse my hair.

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Heyy guys, this is part one of a new series I’m trying out. I hope you like it. Please comment who you think would suit our little y/n as their love interest.

Extra - have a photo of me and my bsf as spiderman, she’s the blonde one ofc, love you @bookaddict05