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owliellder · 1 year ago

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I wanna say there's some pretty descriptive talk about depression in this chapter, just as a heads up. Anyways, it's my weekend and I'm going to be absolutely zooted every single day so the next chapter will most likely be out Monday morning PST lol.

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 3: Blocking In Color

It was nearly three weeks until you saw Leon again.

You tried to call him a couple days after he'd left that day, a few more times over the following week, but to no avail. The man was unreachable.

Even though you did your best to convince yourself that you just wanted to get his painting started, "It was an important one", you knew that you were really just worried about him.

You've seen this kind of dismay with the other retired agents that've had a portrait painted in the past, but they at least recognized what they'd been through.

Leon hasn't. You could just tell.

Looking over the sketches you made of his face, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd been thinking about the last time he was here. He seemed so bothered, acting like he was hiding it so well, too.

Then again, you did drop a rather large bombshell on the guy while he was in a pretty vulnerable state, but you thought he knew what the portrait he was going to receive was suppose to mean. Again, most of the retired agents you'd seen were similar to Leon in that regard and even they at least had a basic grasp on the finality of it all. So why didn't he?

You nursed your bottom lip, still staring at the sketches laying in front of you while you sat at one of your desks in the corner. You normally don't come to your workspace unless you're actively painting, yet you'd shown up everyday in hopes Leon would randomly pop in. He seemed like the kind of guy to just kind of show up, anyways...

If you had just gotten a picture that day you've could've at least started working out the positioning for his portrait. Unfortunately, he wasn't in any position mentally to put up with anymore of your shenanigans at the time, it seemed.

You really did try your best to get ahold of Leon, eventually giving up a few days ago. You'd already emailed the President, who had been the one to personally commission you unlike with previous ex-agents, letting him know that it's going to be longer than expected. Thankfully he was understanding, knowing rather well how much the whole retirement thing was weighing on Leon.

You'll come back tomorrow and try again. Even the next day, and the day after that if you have to, and so on and so forth.

Guilty. That's all Leon felt right now.

He's been shelled up in his house since the moment he got home after leaving your building, withering away by the minute.

He hadn't showered, barely eaten, only ever really pulling himself from what little comfort his room offered to grab whatever bottle he touched first in the cabinet. Leon didn't care, just as long as it was something.

Chris had been over a couple times after he stopped responding to his messages, doing his best to get him out of the house. Claire had been over a few times more than her brother had, bringing groceries once she'd heard about the sad state Leon was keeping himself in.

It broke both their hearts, but they could only do so much for him. Leon was stubborn, head strong, he wasn't the kind to sway to many forces. He had somehow gaslit himself into thinking he was doing well. "Just peachy", even.

Clearly that wasn't the case, both Chris and Claire could see that. They'd have to be blind not to.

Having been in contact with Leon's government-assigned therapist, Chris tried to set up an at-home meeting for him one day. That turned out to be a disaster seeing as Leon was bordering on blackout drunk and could barely keep his eyes open. Not to mention the vomiting.

Claire even tried to bathe Leon. She only got far enough to wash his hair in his kitchen sink, using his vomit-covered mouth as an excuse to keep him over the sink long enough to shampoo his greasy, stringy hair.

All of it was weighing on him too much. He felt so guilty for making his friends feel like they had to babysit him, ignoring everyone's calls and messages, your calls and messages. That kind of thought process quickly spiraled into him reliving the worst days of his life, having to through suffer so many flashbacks and nightmares, not sleeping because of it. He rarely ever felt safe enough to get under the covers on his bed.

None of this is what he wanted. If it were up to him, he'd start all over; be twenty-one again, work as a cop, maybe get promoted a few times, find a girlfriend, start a family, have a normal life. Why couldn't he have that?

Staying awake night after night, Leon would stare at the ceiling in his bedroom and fantasize about the wonderful life he could've had, the happy memories he could've made. It would make him weep, longing for something that never could've been.

Instead, Leon was stuck with endless images of horror, death, and gore every time he blinked, and oh was he bitter about it all. So bitter, so angry, so...

Feeling sorry for himself was all he could do now. Sure, he killed all those monsters and zombies, saved all those people, not once did he think about himself through the years. Now he had all the time in the world to question and wonder, and having to think about himself and what he wanted most made him feel like a needy, greedy bastard.

But wasn't he allowed to be greedy, if only just a little? He had wants, needs, and though he wanted so desperately to change his past, he knew he couldn't. So, what did he want now? That, he didn't know.

Guilty for feeling this way, guilty for wanting different, guilty for wanting anything good for himself.

It took the better part of those two weeks for Leon to finally muster up some form of energy to stumble into his bathroom and shower one afternoon, dizzy and nauseous. The light emanating from the rest of his house was blinding, not having even bothered to close the shades he had on any of his windows. His room was kept a cave and that's where he stayed.

Leon now found himself sitting down in the shower just like before he'd decided to retire, only this time it was mostly to keep from slipping and dying. The last thing he needed anyone to see was him naked and dead in the shower. Embarrassing.

His thoughts at the moment were shallow, still pretty drunk from his bender, head lulling back and forth a bit as his vision spun. He was finally hungry again, the heat from the shower making that all the more obvious as he grew lightheaded, but he didn't know what he wanted.

After managing to actually crawl his way out of the shower, he dug through the pile of dirty laundry at the end of his bed, finding a pair of boxers that didn't smell too terrible to put on.

Leon used the wall heavily for support to walk out into his kitchen, muttering curses under his breath at just how bright it was. Opening his freezer, he stared at the meal prep containers left by Claire, grabbing one to attempt and read what she'd wrote on the sticky note attached to the lid.

That's right... She made him little meals, even putting them in the freezer so they didn't go bad as fast. All he had to do was put it in the microwave.

Simple enough, he could do that.

The one he chose was meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Just the sound of it had his stomach rumbling and his mind craving the comforting taste of a home cooked meal.

The first few bites in made Leon feel nauseous again, but once those bites hit his stomach the feeling immediately gave way to just how hungry he actually was.

He tried to pace himself, he really did try, yet he managed to devour the food in front of him in a matter of minutes, only pausing every few seconds to breathe. It felt so good, something warm in his stomach. Filling in all the right ways. Once he finished, he pushed the empty container away and just laid his head down sideways on the cool countertop, closing his eyes as he let the food settle.

As much as he wanted to degrade himself for acting this way, reducing himself to such a weird and pathetic state, Leon didn't have the mind to. All he knew right now was that the warmth that the meal Claire made him. Not to sound cliche, but he genuinely believed he could taste the love cooked into it.

For the first time in what was now two and a half weeks, Leon was awake and alert when Chris and Claire came over again. He'd eaten everything Claire made, holding all the now cleaned containers out to her. It was a silent plea for more, and lucky for Leon, she had just made another grocery trip for him.

Unbeknownst to him, Claire had been cooking here at his house. This entire time he thought she'd been bringing the meals over, assumed to be leftovers from cooking for her family. She did confess to hoping the smell of the food cooking would pull him from his room. It didn't, much to her dismay, but now she was just glad he was up and eating again.

As soon as Leon tried to apologize for dragging her away from her family, she was quick to shut him down with that mom stare she'd developed after having her kids. It worked, especially on him.

Chris was busy chatting up Leon while Claire cooked him another set of meals for the next week. It was hard to converse, but Leon did manage to nod and him as the other man talked about some random encounter he had the other day while out driving.

It was strange to feel so lively again. Those thoughts still clung to the back of his mind, though all he could focus on were his friends taking care of him like one of their own. Leon feels like he's been a terrible friend lately, seems as though the siblings standing in his kitchen didn't feel the same. He wasn't showing it, but Leon was definitely holding back a smile.

A couple hours had past, Chris opting to stay with Leon and eat lunch since Claire had to head back and help her husband with something.

The hug Claire gave Leon was phenomenal. After the hug he shared with you he's been craving that physical contact more than ever, so finally getting another good squeeze from a friend was boosting his mood.

Chris and him sat, ate, and talked about whatever came to mind, eventually asking about you.

"How's the painting coming along? Do you like the painter?" He smiled, looking at Leon with wide, curious eyes. That man always had a smile gracing his features.

Leon shrugged, taking a sip from the water he poured himself not too long ago. He was pretty dehydrated after solely drinking alcohol for the past couple weeks. "She's alright. Haven't started the painting yet."

Chris raised an eyebrow, placing his arms on the counter and crossed them as he leaned forward slightly. "Just 'alright'?" he emphasized the word "alright" with air quotes, which caused Leon to scoff.

"What else do you want me to say? I've seen her twice so far and its been fine." Leon lifted his hands up in confusion, palms facing the ceiling as he watched the man sitting next to him rolled his eyes dramatically. "C'mon, she was amazing for Claire and I- Okay, how about this..."

Chris repositioned himself so his entire upper body was facing him now, leaning in a little closer to ask another question. "Do you like the room she works in? Cause I thought it was pretty comfy. When she was focusing on Claire's part of the portrait, I took a nap over on that rug she had. All those pillows mixed with the classical music knocked me the fuck out."

He laughed, shaking his head at memory before looking over at Leon again. "So...? And don't lie to me, I saw that pillow on your couch."

Leon sucked on his teeth and hummed, glancing over his shoulder at his couch. "It's cozy, yeah." He brought his head back forward, patting his hands gently against the counter.

The two chatted for awhile longer before Chris eventually had to leave, giving Leon a firm pat on the shoulder while shaking him a bit. After he left, Leon was left to sit alone and think again, only difference now is he felt better. He was crazy tired, his social battery quickly drained from having his friends around, but he felt good nonetheless.

He wasn't ready at the time, yet after a sober night with solid sleep, Leon woke up the next morning and decided to just text you, hoping you weren't mad at him. Calling would've been too much at that moment, not even have listened to the voicemails you left, or anyone's, for that matter.

His chest felt tight after sending the text, but it was quickly eased about ten minutes later when you responded with nothing but enthusiasm. The smiley face you added at the end of your message made him smile, quickly wiping it away with his hand.

Your next session was arranged two days ahead of time in the late afternoon. Leon wanted to give himself enough time to recollect since he needed to look his best the following weeks. You told him it was time to start with the main painting, which you still needed a picture for.

During that time he finally shaved his stubble, went out and got his hair trimmed, tackled all the laundry he'd neglected, and got his best suit dry cleaned. All thoughts aside, he felt good and wanted to stay this way.

Needless to say, Leon was jittery when he pulled up to your workplace again. He was finally letting himself feel excited again about this painting. If it's anything close to what Chris and Claire's portrait is, then that excitement will only continue to grow the further along you get.

You were already there waiting for him at the door, a gentle smile on your face. That wonderful soft perfume that he missed reaching his nose once more as you lead him up the stairs and through the other door. Chris was right, if he had the opportunity, he'd take a nap on your rug. It looked mighty comfy.

Leon was thankful you didn't ask any questions on his whereabouts, he wasn't ready to talk. You were just as excited as he was about getting the painting started, if not more. Watching you eagerly move back and forth between the larger easel and your desks was a refreshing sight to the man.

You stood at your easel for a couple minutes, just silently looking from the blank canvas to where he was sat. You told him to get into a comfortable position, prompting him rest his right leg on his left knee, leaning back and to the side so he was sitting at a slight angle, arms resting on the chair's armrests.

You stared at him for a few seconds, tilting your head side to side with your eyes squinted. "Let me just-" you spoke in a hushed voice, walking over to Leon before cautiously reaching out to rest one hand on the underside on his chin while the other hovered over the side of his face.

You weren't an idiot, you knew what his absence was from. So you made sure to be careful with him, knowing he was probably still pretty fragile. Only gentle and cautious touches for Mr. Kennedy.

So close yet so far. His skin tingled in your hands wake, and god he hoped you couldn't notice his blush.

You could, but you wouldn't say anything. Besides, you weren't faring well yourself, hands a little shaky as you touched his face.

Leon just let you move his head to whatever position you wanted, his eyes now half-lidded as you had walked back a couple times to get just the right angle. You pulled away for a final time with a small "aha!" and he wished you would hold his head for just a little longer.

The floor where your easel sat was marked with an 'X' made with painter's tape, making it easy for you to stay in the right spot for the photo once you pushed the easel out of the way.

"Don't move." You held your hands up after analyzing his position, quickly hurrying over the corner opposite of your desks to grab a bulky camera that sat atop a tall tripod. You worked as fast as you could, knowing as long as you had a picture with him in this position then this whole process would go so much smoother.

You didn't even have to ask Leon to smile or look up at the camera since he was sitting there with a rather dopey smile, his eyes remaining trained right on yours. Nice and natural. He looked relaxed which is exactly what you wanted.

Just as a precaution, you took multiple pictures, giving him a thumbs up once you figured you'd gotten enough. His head back to rest on the chair at the okay, listening to the sound of you walk over to your laptop after untwisting the camera from the tripod. You printed out 3 copies of the photograph and taped one to a stand you had brought over to sit next to the easel, making sure it sat eye level to you.

The ball was finally rolling, now having what you needed to start with the main sketch. When Leon lifted his head up, he noticed that you were ready, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose while he shifted a little to get back in just the right position.

You twirled your pencil between your fingers before beginning to roughly sketch out the chair, eyebrows furrowing as you focused. Leon could see your expression, how intensely you zoned into your work. It was incredibly admirable and he found himself fully content in just watching you do your thing.

It didn't take long before you had sketched out his general shapes, now walking over to take the sketches you made of his face out of your sketchbook to clip up right next to the reference photo. The more finer details would be added later, but you wanted to get just the basic shapes of his face.

That didn't take long either, because before Leon knew it, you were telling him it was okay to talk. He was pretty animated with his hands when he talked, so you kept him quiet until now.

"Am I easy to draw?" Leon spoke with an almost sultry tone after a few seconds of you telling him he could speak. It threw you off only a bit, carding your fingers through your hair as you took one step back to look at what you had so far.

"I wanna say yes and no." You responded, catching his questioning look from the corner of your eye. "You're easy to sketch out, yes, but your hair is giving me trouble." You could hear a low chuckle rumble from his chest as you stepped back forward. "Hey, you asked." You laughed back.

"I know, I know." He shook his head with a poorly hidden grin, tilting his head down to try and hide it a little better. You immediately pointed your pencil at him, not taking your eyes off the canvas. "I said you could talk, not move." Your sarcastic tone made him chuckle again, slowly lifting his head back up with a sigh.

"Yes, ma'am." You could just hear the smirk in his words, causing you to let out a sigh of your own.

By the time the sun had started to set, you had blocked out all the simple colors for the painting. Right now, it just looked like a very bland and abstract painting. It'll come together, slowly but surely. Trust the process, as people say.

Leon was in awe already, having stood up to look at your progress as you washed your hands over in the small bathroom. Oil paints smeared something fierce and as much as you loved your job, you did not want feel oily at home.

"It already looks stunning." You heard the man say from where he stood in front of the easel. It wasn't quite registering in his brain that it was him on that canvas just yet, but hopefully soon it would.

He wanted to recognize himself in something as wonderful as your art.

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mypoisonedvine · 10 months ago

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32:"I wish they could all know about us." 48:"there's no way that was just a one-night thing." 54:"just one more kiss?" With Thomas Shelby, Raymond Leon or Ernst Schmidt

-❄

oh my gosh I've been wanting an excuse to write for ernst for ages!

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), secret relationship, semi-public sex, a bit of marking kink?, cocky lil shit ernst with a fluffy side

100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!

You could feel his eyes on you as you worked-- it was distracting, even though you were pretending to ignore it, and you had to put all your energy into looking like you were actually being productive so he wouldn't interrupt you.

Which, a few minutes of silence later, he did anyways. "So, are we going to talk about it, or--?"

"No," you said firmly.

"O-okay," he agreed, looking back at his own work.

That silence only lasted for about ten seconds.

"I want to talk about it," he announced.

"I don't care," you frowned, turning to face him, "we said we wouldn't talk about it. There's nothing to talk about."

"Nothing?" he repeated with a scoff. "That's what it meant to you, nothing?!"

"No, I didn't say that, of course it meant something, I just--" you began, but stopped yourself when you realized what you were doing, and he smiled proudly.

"See? See what I did there? I made you talk about it," he explained smugly, "and now we're talking about it. Was that so hard?"

You wondered if he meant to say that-- to say exactly what he'd said to you two nights ago. Of course, he'd said it pretty differently then: he'd told you he was going to make you come a third time, and you swore up and down you couldn't do it again-- but then after a few minutes you were clawing helplessly at the sheets under you, sobbing his name, shaking all over. Was that so hard? he'd asked you, mocking how quickly you'd fallen apart for him.

So, yes, your heart sort of skipped a beat when he said that, and your thighs pressed against each other-- he noticed, clearly, since he glanced down at your legs and back up at you with a smile, but thankfully he didn't call you out.

"We can talk about it," you offered, making him perk up, "later."

He sighed again. "And how am I supposed to be productive when all I can think about is this conversation in the indefinite future?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't know-- just figure it out, okay! We can't talk here, in case someone comes in..."

His eyebrow raised. "So that's what you're afraid of, then. Of anyone finding out."

"W-well, yeah, of course," you replied. "It would make everything so much more... complicated. And I'd never hear the end of it-- and think of how hard I work to be taken seriously around here. Can you imagine if some of those guys knew about it? They'd probably think I only became an engineer to sleep around-- or think they have a chance with me, too. I just can't handle that right now."

He nodded, stepping a bit closer to you. "You're right. I hate that you're right, but you're right."

"It's not that I'm... ashamed of it-- or of you," you offered, lowering your voice a bit. "You understand, right?"

He reached forward, a hand resting on your waist which made your heart skip again-- the way he'd held you that night, keeping you pressed up against him, touching you everywhere he could reach-- "Of course I understand," he said, breaking you out of the memory. "It's just a shame... I wish they could all know about us."

You looked up at him, smirking a bit. "Us?" you repeated. "Who said anything about us? We just hooked up one time, that's it."

His hand slid up from your waist to your back, pulling you into him. You knew you should push him away-- you had your hands on his chest, prepared to if you heard anyone coming by-- but you were too caught up in the warmth of him, the smell of his cologne, the way he was looking at you right then. "There's no way that was just a one-night thing," he said, almost a hint of anger in his voice-- of incredulousness, that you could even suggest that. "You were there, you know what it was like."

"What was it like?" you challenged.

"Perfect," he answered instantly, making your face heat up.

"Well, I don't know about that," you hummed, "there was that time where I accidentally kicked you. Or the part when you stopped for water and totally spilled it all over your bed."

"No, that was all perfect, too," he decided.

"You didn't mind sleeping on a wet patch?"

"Darling, you'd already made one."

You choked on your own throat, looking away to try to collect yourself. He smiled and used the opportunity to hook a finger into the neckline of your uniform, tugging it down a bit and humming proudly.

"My mark is still there," he noticed. "You're welcome, by the way-- for only leaving them where no one would see."

"No, there was one here," you corrected, placing your finger on a certain place on your neck, "I covered it with makeup."

"Oh! Impressive," he nodded, "I wouldn't have noticed-- right here, you said?"

His finger traced the place, and you nodded.

"Hmm, this spot right here?" he repeated, voice softer, moving closer.

Your eyes fell shut as he latched his lips onto it again, you mouth falling into a quiet sigh. "E-Ernst, I told you, we can't--"

You cut yourself off with a whine as he grabbed your hips, guiding you back to sit up on the console; your legs instinctively wrapped around him as his teeth grazed your pulse again, and he growled quietly.

"What if someone c-comes in, and sees us?" you panted, holding tight onto his shoulders.

"Let them," he purred. "They'd have to see it to believe it, anyways: how beautiful you look like this... how easily you give in to me..."

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back arching when his tongue traced a line up your neck.

"I still can't believe it," he continued, "everything you let me do to you, how perfect you feel inside. It's like you were made to take me."

"God damn it, Schmidt, don't talk like that," you hissed, using a commanding tone that he was much more familiar with from you.

"Are you getting bossy now?" he noticed with a grin, pulling back to look at your face. "I don't mind. You can tell me what to do."

Your heart pounded but your brain, finally, took control. "Fine, here's what you should do: stop. Before we do something really, really fucking stupid."

He smiled a bit, and nodded. "Okay-- you're right. We shouldn't."

You sighed with relief, and he pulled back slightly, though not enough to let you get off of the console.

"But before we stop, just one more kiss?" he pleaded, giving you those cute puppy eyes you couldn't resist.

"Sure," you agreed, smiling as he leaned in closer-- but he stopped, and his hands were suddenly opening your uniform's belt. "Wh-what are you--?"

"Sorry, darling," he winked, "but you didn't specify where to kiss you. So I chose myself."

Your head fell back with a sigh as he sunk to his knees in front of you. "F-fuck, Ernst, you can't be serious-- if someone saw us--"

"Don't worry," he purred as he started to tug your trousers down, "if this goes anything like last time, it shouldn't take me very long."

#ernst schmidt x reader #daniel bruhl x reader #ernst schmidt smut #daniel bruhl smut

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genericpuff · 7 months ago

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Idk if my addition will matter.

I've been following Hanza since back when they were making my deepest secret, so I've seen the development of the guy upstairs first hand and how hanza writes it. Even back in the concept stages, it was so blatantly clear that it was supposed to be a thriller/cat mouse vibe where Adam (killer) was horrible and not to be rooted for. They've compared him to irl serial killers and how those guys will often use women as shields to hide their true selves from the public and how that's messed up and bad to do.

They've shown Adam as a horrible irredeemable person and honestly there's little to no nuance with how they handle it, but that makes sense because how else can you handle an audience like what they've gotten without beating them over the head with the facts. How many ways can you outright show your main character despising and wanting to yank their best friend out of the jaws of a murderer before the audience realizes its not foreplay.

I think them going from an actual romance to a fully thriller non romantic story meant that the residual audience expected some kind of messy toxic romance, but Rozy to me has always explicitly read as Queer so idk why people aren't getting the hint.

I get their frustration and it seems like they might be shifting into a potiential issekai romance about a grandad and a middle aged woman who got reincarnated as his grandson's fiance (hard to explain but its hilarious if you want to check it out) without any thriller elements from their recent non comic posts. Whatever they do I hope they can find something to be passionate about again.

your addition VERY MUCH MATTERS actually because I don't read TGU and have very little context to the situation as a whole aside from what I've seen people talking about, which makes me reluctant to speak on it because I don't wanna go spreading misinformation in any regard. So I appreciate you taking the time to lay it all out for me, thank you!!! <3

And yeah, I've seen posts shared in the /r/webtoons sub from other blogs claiming that Hanza was being an awful person for "taking people's money" and "baiting them" into reading a dark romance story when that's very obviously not what it is? Even one excerpt that was literally like-

And I just... since when is any romance plotline that ISN'T abusive and problematic at its core (such as between a serial killer and a victim) considered "super conservative" and "pure"? It's really baffling to me how people have gone so far in the opposite direction of "purity culture" that they've started arguing on behalf of legitimately harmful and toxic relationships. It's extremely concerning especially when you know the majority of people saying this shit are between the ages of 16-21. IDK what the fuck we're doing anymore when it comes to the romance genre (and TGU isn't even a romance ffs).

Aaaand yeah in relation to where the Hanza topic came up, that's really why I'm moving away from WT as an audience and why I don't consider it a "loss" to not use WT anymore. Once upon a time I wished for Time Gate to be a contracted series, for it to have thousands of readers and be my job. But seeing what's going on with Hanza's work just informs me that I'd be dealing with a lot of the same shit - people expecting Uzuki and Mitsuhiro to be the endgame of the romance when they're literally NOT good for each other, which is the POINT. Like sure, unlike the main duo in TGU, they actually are a couple with a 'relationship' but it's not meant to be healthy and the last thing I need are 15 year olds thinking they're "couple goals". If you ship them in fanfic or w/e the fuck that's fine but please don't get mad at me when they don't wind up being the endgame couple, they're both terrible people and make each other worse when they're around each other (・_・;)

Either way yeah, I don't blame Hanza in the slightest for getting so frustrated with it all that they'd rather just be done with it. It sucks for the more loyal and sane part of their audience that the series is gonna be ripped out from under them like that, but at the end of the day if the creator is being harassed and decide they're done as a result of it... why should they have to keep putting up with bullshit just for a comic? I don't even blame Rachel if she was ending LO by choice due to the noise of the fandom, and unlike Rachel, I don't have anything in the slightest against Hanza or their work LOL But I also don't have the full picture on it all so maybe my opinion will change if I find out more about it. I just don't think any of this shit is worth directly harassing a human being over.

That said, can't get any better than someone who's read their work since before TGU, so again, thank you !

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #webtoon critical

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years ago

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TMNT Leonardo x Mutant!Reader 🍋 - Teach Me - All 4-1 March

Summary: The cultures of mutants is so new to you and Leo is here to guide through your newfound urges.

Warnings: Adult!Leo x Adult!Reader, Fem!Reader, Mutant!Reader, reptilian!Reader, loss of virginity, mating season, Impregnation, Non established relationship, corruption, baby trapping, pregnancy kink

You hated this. At first, you'd chalked it up to allergies, but you now knew that his was something else entirely. Through research you were able to deduce that your symptoms boiled down to the time of year. Nesting behavior, more powerful motherly instincts, and an insatiable ache that no amount of self service could quench: you were experiencing heat for the first time.

Initially, you were able to isolate yourself in your room and find some sort of tranquility but as time progressed and your senses heightened, that was no longer an option. You would smell sweat rolling down necks as training drug on, food that was cooking in the kitchen as if you were there yourself, and the lingering aroma of soap on a person long after they'd showered. You began to wander out of your room at times when everyone was out or asleep, just to be able to sit with the remnant that your coinhabits left behind- just to feel a mite less alone. This was one of those times.

You laid on the couch, nuzzling your face against the back cushion, bathing in residual warmth of it having been sat on, pillows and blankets wrapped around yourself in a cozy nest.

"Trouble sleeping?" a stern voice called from across the room, close to the entrance of he hallway that lead to the dormitories.

"L-Leo?" your head shot up and you instantly began straightening yourself out and dismantling your small pallet. "W-What are you still doing up?"

"Glass of water." he answered. "What are you doing up?"

You thought for a moment, eyes darting between him and the fabric draped across you. "It's too cold in my room, so I was going to sleep on the couch for the night."

He cocked a suspicious brow as he weighed your answer. "You must really like the couch then, judging by how you were nuzzling it just now." He watched you go rigid, shoulders becoming stiff at the prospect of being found out. "C'mon, tell me what's really going on." He urged, sitting down on the couch beside you.

You were finding it hard to keep the secret any longer, needing to get it off your chest. "Leo...something's wrong with me..." you confessed, your head sunk in shame. "I think I'm sick..."

"Oh no," he replied worriedly, pressing a hand to your forehead. "You are kinda hot..." You blushed at the contact, feeling the heat radiating off him as he drew closer. "Hang tight, I'll go wake Donnie up, he can probably diagnose you better than I can." Just as he was about to stand and walk away, you caught him by his arm and pulled him back down.

"I-I think I might know what it is.." you trailed, humiliated to have to say it, his questioning look eating at you like vultures pecking at roadkill. "I-I think...it may be...mating season..." You felt horrendously awkward, and almost a bit frightened at the way his eyes seemed to darken at your revelation.

"Oh," he said flatly, forcing you to believe that this was a deeper topic than he was willing to delve into with you. "It is about that time, I suppose. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know what to do!" you panicked a bit. "Am I going to be okay? This has never happened before."

Unbeknownst to you, he could feel his stomach twisting at the thought you you, someone he'd been eyeing for months going through heat for the first time, so desperate and so ill-informed. "Well.." he began cautiously as he formulated a more calculated response. "What is your body telling you to do?"

You thought for a moment and collected all of your thoughts and fantasies from the last few days in order to come to a conclusion. "I think I just really...want to be a mom." you realized. "It's lest about the sex and more about the mating, I guess." Your cheeks burned just thinking of the visions you'd had, and hearing the words come out of your mouth.

"Well, I think you should give in." Leo said frankly. "It's not good to deny your body it's natural urges."

You were apprehensive to say the least. You never thought Leo of all people would encourage you to just have a baby without at least thinking about it first. "But...babies are expensive. And I don't have a mate. Plus, isn't being a ninja all about resisting temptations and stuff?"

"You worry too much." he comforted, sliding an arm around your shoulders. "I'll be your mate, I could protect and provide for our little family. Besides, all that stuff about resisting temptation doesn't apply to this. You wouldn't deny yourself food just for your ninja training would you?" You were beginning to find yourself entranced with the pheromones he was secreting, subject to suggestion, and love sick for a man you'd never once had romantic attraction to. You began to picture having a family with him; he would work all day to protect the city, and come home and play with the kids while you cooked dinner. Then at night you both would lay down and-

"Leo, I don't know about this..." you finally said, detaching yourself from the idea. "Don't you think we should get married before having kids? Or at least date?"

They'll be plenty of time for that, baby." he cooed, gently pushing your onto your back and crawling over you. "Just imagine how many cute dates we could go on while you have a bump. I could take you shopping for maternity clothes, we could do those little photo shoots where I put my head on your belly. It'll be so sweet." You were beginning to get too lost in the rose colored thoughts of having his baby to find anymore issues with the idea as he began peppering kisses all over your face.

"And then think of the dates we could take the kids on," he chuckled, trailing his lips down your throat. "Beach trips, dinners with the family, you'll love it, I promise."

"O-Okay..." you consented. "I think I'd like that." You smiled up at him as he parted form you, looming over with lustful eyes. "I wanna have a baby with you, Leo." He gave a gravelly laugh before diving back in to nip at your scaly flesh. "There's just one other thing..." you mumbled before breathy gasps.

"What's that?" he wondered, lips too preoccupied to ensure he spoke clearly.

"I'm a virgin..." you almost whispered, feeling your self esteem tank when he froze.

"That's okay baby, I'll teach you everything you need to know." he reassured. "It's so much more romantic this way, right? Your first time is with your future husband and you get pregnant from it. Couldn't be more perfect."

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allnightstay · 28 days ago

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Day 14 - Lose 🏆

Summary: Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi have all been told to stay inside for their protection. In the meantime, they decide to go head-to-head in Mario Kart 8 to kill their boredom. The consequence for losing is... well, you'll see.

Lee: Nobara

Ler: Megumi & Itadori

A/N: This was actually supposed to be a part one, but then I realized Day 13 is Win, and I wrote it as Lose hehe soooo I'm about to write Day 13 noww. But anyways, enjoy!

"Ugh this sucks!" Nobara didn't want to be stuck in a room with these two fools. She'd so rather be out shopping, but here they are, all together.

"Why don't we play a game? I heard you've got some gaming skills, Nobara." Megumi suggests.

"I have Mario Kart 8, wanna try that?" Yuji asks, motioning to his Nintendo switch. "We can do a whole winner does this or loser does that."

"Ohhoho you don't want to play me, I've mastered the whole game already!" Nobara proudly says.

"Fine. We can play Gojo's way." said Megumi, no emotion behind his words.

"Gojo's way?" Both Nobara and Itadori say, looking at each other and back at Megumi.

"Yeah, and even better. I won't tell you what it is until it happens." A small smile crept on Megumi's face.

"Umm, okay. A little sus but I'm down." Yuji sets up the system, luckily he had 4 controllers so they'd all be able to play.

A three round match begins, and the kids all spout words of anger, cheer, and swearing they'll win.

Until Nobara lost.

"No fair!!! Let me see your character builds!" She yells. "See!! You have your controller safe thing on, I had mine turned off!"

"What is she talking about?" Itadori asks.

"Ohh, I didn't even notice. Yeah she's right. It's the smart steering. I completely forgot to turn that off. Oh well, Nobara, you ready to hear what your punishment is?" Megumi asks, even though she's still protesting.

"No! We should rematch!"

"Hmmm, alright, but you should know what happens if you lose again." He says.

"Fine, tell me then."

"Loser gets tickled for 5 minutes." Again, no emotion.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" She yells, "This is Gojo's rule!?"

"Ohhh yeahhh, he does that sometimes haha. It's supposed to motivate us to try harder." Itadori says, scratching the back of his head with a big ol' smile on his face.

"Ugh fine! But I'm not losing this time, you can count on that!" She was confident she wouldn't lose.

But she still did.

"No way!! How!?" Nervousness crept up inside Nobara as she knew what was coming.

"Alright Yuji, ready to do this?" Megumi asks, already moving towards Nobara.

"W-W-Wait!! I-I- You should be asking ME if I'm ready!" She starts backing up.

"Well, a deal's a deal. It's only 5 minutes Nobara. It can't be that bad right?" Itadori says, moving in along with Megumi.

"I mean yeah, no, w-wait! I don't think I can handle thihihis!" She starts giggling because Megumi has grabbed her legs and is now pulling her in. Itadori moves to the opposite side, grabbing her arms to sit on top of them.

"It'll be real quick, don't sweat it!" Yuji says all cheerfully, annoyingly.

Megumi straddles her waist and both boys begin attacking the poor girl whose completely pinned beneath them. Yuji trails his fingers down her arms while Megumi starts making little pokes around her tummy.

"Wahahahait! Ahahaha, no guys plehehehease I'm really tihihiHIHICKLISH!!" Yuji has reached her underarms, and Megumi found a particular spot poking her hips.

The dual sensation of both spots being targeted is what made her lose her composure.

"Well, this will be fun then won't it?" Megumi says, now smiling.

"We're all a lil ticklish, right Nobara?" Itadori unnecessarily teases.

"NAHAHAHA OHOHO MY GOHOHOD!!! *squeal* AHAHHA HEHEHE NOHOHOHO!!"

"No what? You're not ticklish? Come on we can clearly see that you are~" more teases from Itadori.

"SHUHUHUT UP!!"

They continue on until the 5 minutes are up. Both boys climb off and Nobara smacks both of them on the arm.

"Not cool!! Ugh!!" She fixes her hair, grabbing the controller. "I need payback. Now!!"

"Ahaha are you sure about that? You might lose again." A smirking Megumi replies.

"There's no way in hell I'm losing now." Nobara needed that payback asap.

What's funny though, Megumi thinks to himself, she never asked us to stop once. Hmm ....

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fanatichistory · 1 year ago

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Civilian gulped as they looked around the room of their boss's office, taking in the two henchman on either side of them with Villain behind the desk.

"What do we have here?" Villain mused with a tilt of their head as one of the henchmen shut the office door behind Civilian, startling them.

"I-I was just coming to get Boss's portfolio…for-for the meeting tomorrow morning?" Civilian cleared their throat in hopes of steadying their voice. "What…um what are you doing here?"

Villain's face lit up as a wide smile spread across their face and Civilian gulped once again wondering if maybe that question put them in danger.

"Well, that's not important right now. What is important is that you've seen me and my henchmen here and I can't have that." The two henchmen raised their guns at Civilian but stood down when Villain raised a hand.

"If you're going to kill me… just do it already?" They hated the way their voice made it sound like a question instead of something a bit more braver. It wasn't the first time they had a gun on them or anything but it was still scary each time nonetheless.

"I know you…" Villain stated instead, shaking a pointed finger at Civilian as they stepped around the desk toward them. "Yes! You're Civilian! Hero's 'supposed to be secret' little helper hmm?"

They gripped Civilian's chin and forced them to look into their eyes. "You are that Civilian aren't you?"

"If I say yes…does that mean you're going to hurt me instead of jus-just killing me outright?" Civilian asked them with a shaky breath, side-eyeing the patiently waiting henchmen who still brandished their weapons as they waited for orders from Villain.

"No, it just means I'm going to-ah, let's just say…convince- you to join me…What do you think about that?" Villain released their chin and took a step back with a smirk.

"Why on earth would I work with you?"

The henchmen snickered in response as if they knew something that Civilian didn't while Villain's smirk broadened back into a smile they flashed enigmatically at them.

"Because I know that if Hero finds out about your past with Supervillain…" Villain took a step back closer, leaning in to whisper into Civilian's ear. "they wouldn't hesitate to hurt you to get to Supervillain."

Their heart sank. No one was supposed to know about that. Blinking rapidly, they tried to regain their composure but Villain kept on talking.

"Now that I think about it, what would Supervillain think of his darling Civilian helping Hero of all people when they swore to be out of the life? One might think you're back in the game…" Villain's eyes hardened to steel despite the smile still plastered on their face.

"I'm not, I swear I'm not! H-Hero found me, at home, and they said that I had to or they'd leak me location-"

Villain tutted and shook their head in mock disappointment. "What Hero should have done…is take you prisoner and have you on call, what with all your computer skills and capabilities… bit of a waste to let you roam free when there's much to do."

"And…what are you going to do?"

Again the henchmen snickered, one of them reaching out with a pair of zip ties after being given the signal from Villain.

"W-wait a minute…Supervillain-"

"Supervillain still thinks you're out of the game, remember? They're not coming to save you. And Hero? You were nothing more than a tool to them so it's safe to say they won't mind if I monopolize you."

With that the henchmen leapt forward, restraining Civilian and zip tying their hands behind their back and securing a clothed gag into place.

Villain motioned to leave and the henchmen began to drag Civilian away and out the office door only to be stopped by a figure in the hallway. Sighing, Villain flipped the hallway light switch on illuminating the space before turning to address the figure.

"Always so dramatic with your entrances, aren't you? Hero."

"That is my resource Villain. Not yours."

Civilian blinked slowly as they looked between the two, they realized they were nothing more than a tool for either one of them and they were sure a fight was about to go down over it.

With Supervillain it had been different. There was mutual understanding between the two, a partnership. Never once did Supervillain refer to them the way Hero was now, or look at them the Villain did in the office as they were sized up for their hacking and computer potential.

Civilian was used to being nothing more than a brain but it still hurt to be called a resource or seen as nothing more than a means to an end.

"No, Civilian is mine and if you two value you're miscreant little lives you will leave them with me and skidaddle."

They all turned to Supervillain phasing through the hallway wall to join in with a scowl on their face as if Hero and Villain were just misbehaving children fighting over a toy.

"Smph-vmph!" Supervillain is what Civilian had tried to say through the gag but they couldn't have been more happier to see their former employer.

They also didn't know whether to feel relieved or worried that Supervillain was here after all because that also meant that they had never really let them go in the first place and had probably watched them the entire time…including Civilian breaking their promise to stay out of the game.

"Before you two think any further... I can take the five of you out with a flick of my wrist. And yes, Villain, I included your little henchmen because if they don't release my Civilian right now they will get the beating of their lives." Supervillain stated matter-of-factly as they waited for Villain to comply.

"Of course, they're uh…all yours." Villain mumbled dejectedly, motioning the henchmen to cut the zip ties and remove the gag.

With a rough push at their back Civilian stumbled forward in the direction of Supervillain when they caught them up in their arms and pushed Civilian behind them.

"As you were." Supervillain gave a triumphant smirk as they phased back out through the wall with their Civilian, leaving Hero to stare down Villain and their two henchmen.

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yagirlwrites · 1 year ago

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Wild Summer (Part 7)

Series Masterlist

Parings: Rafe Cameron x Reader (main), JJ Maybank x Reader, Kiara Carrera x Reader

Synopsis: After her encounter with Kie, Y/N enjoys her night with the Pogues. Her and JJ have a conversation on where they stand. Rafe is dealing with some confusing feelings. Tensions come to a head when Rafe and Y/N meet in the parking lot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Rafe has sex w someone else but don't worry he has trouble finishing (oops) and his ego is wounded, car sex, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, mean!Rafe (he's really mean in this one)

A/N: Surprise!!! I know, I know! I'm really really sorry about the delay! I hope you all enjoy this part! Summer is back and so is Wild Summer! I promise to try and do better with updating after my finals are done. Uni has been crazy, depresh was killing me but never mind that - Rafe and Y/N FINALLY hook up again! But it wouldn't be them without complications so fair warning - Rafe gets real mean in this one.

Wild Summer Part 7

It was happening again. She was there one moment and gone the next, just like that day at the Island Club. Rafe remembered what had happened the last time he blinked and she disappeared - she was off somewhere fucking him. Rafe's blood boiled. Jealousy, anger, resentment and hurt all wrapped into one. He couldn't believe it was happening again.

He was torn between going off and finding them and beating the shit out of the pogue for daring to touch her - and crying from all the feelings swirling in him. The alcohol, drugs and frustration were a bad mix for his head and he didn't like the darkness that was enveloping him. Tonight was supposed to be his night. His night of freedom from Y/N and all the shit that came with her. And yet here he was again, feeling sad and angry at a party that was meant to bring him joy.

The girl he had been dancing with was getting handsier, her hands slipping under his shirt, reminding him why he was there to begin with. Fuck her out of his system. That was the plan. He could do it too, so easily. The girl was more than willing and the fact that Y/N was with him made him want to forget her even more.

His lips found the blonde's, taking control of the kiss and their movements. She moaned into his mouth and he smirked, deciding enough was enough. It was time to snap out of it and have some fucking fun.

But without his consent his gaze swept over the party again, noticing something out of the corner of his eye. Maybank. He was messing around with his friends. It took a few seconds for his anger to turn to confusion, finally realizing what was missing from the picture. She wasn't there.

JJ was there and Y/N wasn't with him. Which meant she wasn't off getting fucked by the pogue like he had expected and it threw him. His eyes searched the party for any sign of her but he found none. The confusion turned to worry, as his brain started coming up with different scenarios as to where she had gone and what might have happened to her.

The girl he had been making out with a minute ago forgotten. He had half a mind to just go up to Maybank and demand to know where Y/N was. Why didn't the asshole seem worried in the slightest? What if something happened? What if...

His train of thought broke as his brain short circuited. She was back. She was okay, she was safe and she was coming back from the woods and she was... holding hands with Kiara. They both looked dishevelled and flushed and he knew what they'd been up to. Un-fucking-believable.

He stared as the two girls joined the rest of the pogues again and started laughing like them fucking off in the woods was a regular occurrence. It took a minute for his brain to fully comprehend it though but once he did the anger returned. He was such a fool.

He had been right, she was getting fucked by a pogue just not the one he thought. Kie. A traitor of their class, pogue by choice. And now Y/N's most recent conquest. He wondered how many more people on the island she'd fucked in the short time she'd been here.

He watched her laugh with the group, his heart hammering in his chest. His frustration reached new levels, the anger still there but he ran hot with something else too - lust. He had been ignoring it all night. How beautiful and sexy she looked, the memories of her taste and her sounds and how she felt on him. He became flushed at the thoughts.

Suddenly, he thought about her and Kie.... He would never admit it but he'd always thought Kie was as attractive as she was self righteous. But now his mind was running wild with all these images of the two girls tangled together and it overwhelmed him. His anger mixed with desire drove him crazy, until he could feel the tightness of his pants and realized where he was.

The blonde was smirking at him, clearly noticing his excitement and thinking it was because of her. He didn't care to correct her. This was it. He was going to have sex with this girl and finally release the frustration that had been building up for days.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked and she grinned so big he felt a little guilty, but soon forgot all about it as she took his hand and dragged him away from the party.

........

Y/N and Kie had rejoined the party with flushed cheeks and a spark in their eyes and anyone who wasn't completely wasted could figure out what they'd been up to.

JJ was looking broody when Y/N approached and she began to feel guilt seeping in. She didn't regret what she did with Kie and definitely wasn't planning on it being a one time thing. But she was here as his guest. And even though they were casual, she still felt a little shitty for hooking up with his friend when he was nice enough to invite her to the party to start with.

"Hey." She walked up to him wearing a sheepish smile. His face remained serious when he spoke.

"Hey." His tone was neutral and she couldn't make out what he was thinking or feeling. She was getting antsier by the second and felt the sudden urge to apologize.

"Listen-" she cut herself off as his smirk broke through and she realized he was messing with her. He laughed at her face, a mix of bewilderment and guilt, until she relaxed and rolled her eyes at him.

"You dick."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I thought you were mad." She looked sheepish again and he felt a twinge of guilt for messing with her like that.

"Why would I be mad? Because I brought you to a party and you disappeared to fuck my friend?" His voice was casual but she felt the need to clear the air.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, that wasn't cool."

"It's fine, Y/N. I mean, I know we ain't serious." He gave her a small smile, an attempt to alleviate her mood.

"No, I know. I just... I guess I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He realized she was being serious and he took a step closer to her.

"I'm not upset, if that's what you think." She opened her mouth to protest and he wrapped his hand around her arm to pull her closer. She was looking up at him with an anxious expression. He felt kind of dumb for making her stress out, even though she was right - it wasn't very cool what she did. But he truly wasn't upset.

"Look, I know our thing is casual. And I'm glad you and Kie are... getting along now." She blushed as he smirked.

"But I am... I mean..." He trailed off trying to find the right words to explain what he was feeling.

"I like you." Her eyes widened and he quickly continued.

"Not like that. Just. I like being around you... and you know... the sex is great." She smiled at that.

"I just- I guess I wonder where this leaves me. Cause I don't mind you being with other people, I don't!" He was blushing, talking about his feelings wasn't something he usually did.

"I just... I'd like us to keep... you know..." She smirked at his awkwardness, finding it adorable.

"Fucking?" She offered and he scoffed.

"Well, yeah. Not the word I was gonna use but yeah." He scratched the back of his head, looking at the floor.

"But it's not just that. I like hanging with you..." he was blushing harder and her features softened.

"I'd like to think we're friends, I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying anymore." He chuckled awkwardly avoiding her eyes.

She smiled and took a step closer to him, cupping his cheek and making him look at her.

"I like to think we're friends too." His dimple made a reappearance and she smiled bigger.

"And I would like to keep... fucking you." he was blushing crimson now, a goofy little smile on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She pulled him closer, foreheads meeting and noses brushing.

"I'd really like to kiss you now, if that's okay with you, friend." He rolled his eyes as she smirked and pulled him in. The kiss was sweet, reassuring, comforting and wonderful. Neither tried to deepen it both content to just be with each other. It was nice. Really nice.

..........

The girl was kissing Rafe's neck while she rode him sensually. They were on the far side of the beach, the music from the party barely audible. She was moaning into him while he squeezed her ass as she bounced up and down on his cock. It was dark where they were. She was good. But for some reason it felt off.

The damp sand that was digging into his skin was irritating, the darkness that surrounded them was creeping him out. Her moans were too loud, the wrong pitch, her movements too erratic. Her skin felt sticky from the sweat and salt and he didn't like the feel of it under his fingers. It was wrong. All of it was wrong.

He didn't know what the hell was happening to him because there he was getting laid on the beach with a sexy blonde and yet he couldn't relax. Every noise was amplified, crickets in the nearby trees grating on his nerves, the waves kissing the shore an unpleasant hum in his eardrums. The girl was riding him like a pro, and she was definitely enjoying herself. So why was he not? He should be. He fucking should be.

He started pushing into her, trying to chase down that need that kept itching at him but he couldn't find it. She was loving it though, based on how much louder she got. It annoyed him. He wanted it to be over already so he could drink some more or go home or float away in the ocean. He didn't know. He just knew he hated this.

She finally came on his dick, squeezing him tight and try as he might he just couldn't enjoy it the way he used to. The way any normal man should. She was riding out her high on him, looking down at him like she was waiting for something from him. He couldn't give it to her though. So after a few more moments he rolled them over and pulled out of her, laying back on the sand after he did.

"That was fun." She smiled but all she got was a hum in return. She was panting, sated but also confused. She knew he hadn't come. He was still hard but it was like he was numb. She didn't understand what went wrong. She tried going down on him but he pulled her off of him when he realized what she was doing.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was incredulous.

"Nothing." He muttered and got up, discarding the condom and grabbing his clothes as he went. She scoffed and grabbed her own clothes quickly putting them on while he slowly got dressed.

"So that's it?" She sounded mad. He wasn't sure what her problem was though.

"You finished didn't you?" His words came out harsher than he intended but he couldn't find it in him to care. At that she turned around and left him standing there with a final "fuck you, man".

He stood and stared out at the ocean for what felt like forever. As if waiting for something. Some explanation as to what was wrong with him? Some fucking peace, that he hasn't known in years but felt that night with her. His heart was heavy. He had no clue what do to or how to proceed. Well and truly lost.

...........

Y/N was dancing with Pope, laughing at his impressions of the strangers around them. She hadn't laughed this much in ages.

"Do the Morgan Freeman voice!" JJ requested and Y/N already had tears in her eyes before Pope even started talking. And once he did she was clutching her stomach and trying not to fall to the floor. JJ helped her stay upright long enough to make it to a fallen log where they could sit down.

Tonight had been a blast, including but not exclusive to her rendezvous with Kiara. The entire group was so much fun to be around and Y/N felt so welcome and free. She had never had friends like the this, completely at ease with each other, happy just existing together. She liked it. A lot. And she hoped they liked having her around too. They seemed to, after her and Kie got over their awkwardness.

She expected they would get interrogated, judged or at least some awkward tension from the group after what had happened, but other than the initial amused expressions none of the boys mentioned it again.

She was sitting by JJ's side, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling sated - happy even. Everyone was laughing at Pope and she felt like the smile on her face was permanent.

Kiara was sitting opposite her with John B. and she kept stealing glances at Y/N. She had a smile on her face too. Any awkwardness or tension that was there before was nowhere to be found. Kie's face was friendly and peaceful and she was looking at Y/N like she belonged there. It tugged at Y/N heartstrings because she knew she did not. That this was all temporary. But if hanging out with them meant experiencing this kind of fun and contentment, she wasn't going to complain. She would take as much of it as she could get, happy to be along for the ride however short it might be.

It was getting late. She had stopped drinking a while ago, opting to switch to water instead in hopes of lessening her troubles tomorrow. She really didn't want to wake up with a head splitting hangover. The crowd was getting smaller, people deciding enough was enough and leaving the party. She wondered how much longer JJ and his friends were planning on sticking around.

She looked over the people now and witnessed some drunken stupors, some people still dancing way off beat and a few determined guys attempting a keg stand even though none of them were sober enough to succeed. And then her eyes met his.

He was on the other side of the party, blending into the shadows looking like a rain cloud. She almost gulped at the sight.

He was looking right back at her and it was quickly making her lose that sense of contentment she had been feeling. She hadn't been ignorant of his presence, having known he was there all along. His piercing stares could be felt on her skin throughout the night. But she never turned. She didn't want to look at him and lose herself again, the way she had yesterday. She was happy to hang out with JJ and the group, happy to mess around with Kie, but he was always there in the back of her mind like an itch begging to be scratched. She didn't know how long she could keep ignoring him before her body gave in and she fell from the precipice all over again.

It felt inevitable. It was a pull much stronger than her determination could handle. She knew she would fall back into him even though she didn't want to. She wanted to move on and forget but he was not letting her. It was as if he had crawled his way under her skin and no matter how much she tried she couldn't deny her need for him forever.

So her eyes found him, despite her best efforts not to. She was tired after all, no longer on high alert. And he was looking right at her. It was like she was caught in a trance that were his eyes and the way he was looking at her.

Like he wanted her. Like she was his. And that made a spark of anger shoot through her because she wasn't. She wasn't anyone's. But he didn't seem to want to accept that. She could see his anger too, it was radiating off of him. Like she had pissed him off something awful. But also his desire. It was all over his face, he couldn't hide it if he wanted to.

He needed her. Needed to touch her and feel her again. The last time she was in his arms too far away, too long ago. He needed it, craved it like an addict. And he knew it too. It was dangerous. And he was mad. Real mad. At her. At himself. At JJ, Kie, at all the pogues for keeping her attention the whole night while all he wanted was to be with her.

He felt so pent up, like he couldn't breathe. Like if only he could have her and kiss her and touch her, if only she was in his orbit, he could take in air. And while she was all the way over there, on the other side of the bonfire, his lungs were failing, screaming at him. Go get her.

But they were both stubborn. A recipe for disaster. They had known it from the first moment their eyes met that night. And they didn't care about the warning signs because the pull was inescapable. It still was. He thought it always would be.

The trance was broken when JJ suddenly jumped off the log, startling her back to earth. The reason for his movement became obvious once she refocused. John B had fallen off the other log and took Kie with him, the girl trying to push him off of her to no avail. JJ and Pope managed to flip him off right before he threw up, Kie fortunate to escape it.

It was becoming clear to everyone that the night was over. JJ and Pope helped John B up while Kie dusted herself off with a disappointed look at her friend. Summer stood and started helping Kie gather their stuff and the trash they left.

Kie was shocked to see her helping with the clean up, not having expected it from the girl. Yet again, Y/N was proving her wrong. Yet again, she felt like a fool for jumping to conclusions earlier. She smiled at her and Kie returned it, blushing as the memories of their forest rendezvous flashed to the forefront of her mind.

She had had a really good time with Y/N. The girl gave her some of the best orgasms she'd ever experienced and it was in a quick, party-side moment. She wondered how it might be in a proper private setting. She also wanted to return the favour, make Y/N feel good too. She hoped Y/N would keep her word and there would indeed be another time.

She shook off her naughty thoughts just in time to see Pope walking up to the two girls. They had just finished gathering their left overs as he approached.

"JB's passed out. JJ's taking him to the Twinkie. Time to call it." Kie nodded joining him.

Y/N was a bit confused with that the hell 'the Twinkie' was but she didn't feel it right to ask questions right then. It wasn't important. It was time to go home.

"You coming?" Pope asked, taking Y/N by surprise. She had driven herself and JJ there earlier and wasn't sure about the other's driving situation. She nodded and joined them on the walk to the parking lot where she immediately noticed JJ struggling to strap a passed out John B into the passenger seat of an old, beaut up VW van.

Pope and Kie made their way into the back of the van just as JJ walked to the driver's side. He finally noticed Y/N standing by the side of the van, looking lost.

"What's up?" She looked at him confused.

"Hm?" He chuckled at how cute she looked with her nose all scrunched up. She was thinking.

"What's running through that pretty head of yours, huh?" He was standing right in front of her then, Y/N finally looking up at him properly.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering what the hell the Twinkie meant..." she trailed off blushing and he couldn't stop the smile that made its way onto his face. She was so cute.

"My lady, meet the Twinkie." He patted the top of the van with a smirk and it took Y/N a second to realize what he was saying. When she did she laughed, eyes looking like stars in the night. She was beautiful.

"I see." She was still smiling, making JJ's heart beat just a little faster. The way she was looking at him was making him feel flushed. Then a loud groan could be heard from the van and they all looked over to see John B leaning his head against the window and moaning something.

"We should go, J." It was Pope who spoke, peaking out from the back of the van. "He needs to lay down."

"Yeah, of course. Of course." JJ cleared his throat and looked back at Y/N, who had a small smile still on her face.

"Do you wanna... come with, or?" Her smile widened.

"Nah, I'm good. My car's here anyway."

"Right. Right, of course." He didn't move, looking sheepish. It was clear he didn't want to say goodbye even though he had to. The thought made her smile and without thinking she leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet, resulting in a full flush of his dimpled cheeks.

"I'll text you." She smiled, walking slowly backwards.

"You all be safe, now." She waved at the others and they returned the goodbye. JJ shook his head and finally got into the drivers seat looking back at her. She winked and turned around heading in the direction of her own car. He couldn't hold back the smile on his face as he started up the Twinkie and made off toward the Chateu.

........

She was starting to feel it all at once. The contentment but also exhaustion from her night, the lingering sadness and frustration from the night before and his presence at the party. As she walked towards where she parked her car, all those feelings washed over her and she felt overwhelmed. It was as if her ears were buzzing from all the noise of her feelings, which she knew made no sense.

She had just gotten to her car when she felt it. A presence in the shadows. Someone was behind her, watching her. And though this should have made her panic and instigate her fight or flight instinct - she relaxed. All the noise from earlier, all the pent up energy suddenly disappeared and there was only silence and peace.

It was him. She could feel it. As if she had some kind of sixth sense when it came to him, her body just knowing when he was near.

She'd felt a lot of things tonight but the one thing she hadn't felt in days was peace. She knew it was because of him. There was no one else and nothing else in the world when they were alone together. It didn't matter if it was a loud party, a private hotel room or a dark forest parking lot. She always felt safe with him. The irony wasn't lost on her.

She exhaled. He hadn't said anything yet, but he knew she knew he was there. He could tell by her body language, by the way her shoulders loosened and she seemed relaxed. She was waiting for him to make a move, just standing there by her car. Waiting for him.

He was so angry and happy and tired and frustrated from everything that had happened in the last few days, everything that has been happening since she came into his life. He was still feeling the effects of the substances in his system and it was making him more and more irate. He could feel the frustration turn to arousal turn to desperation and then he was moving.

In a split second he was there, his front pressed to her back, heat radiating off of him into her own body. She shivered as his hands made contact with the bare skin of her arms and his breath hit her ear as he breathed in her scent.

He felt like he was going to cry from the relief of feeling her again, but that didn't last long. The memories rushed back at him and the anger he had felt came back with fervor. He was mad and turned on and he wanted to make her pay. Wanted her to fall apart for him and feel sorry for the way she treated him. Like he was just some guy to her. Like she didn't feel the same damned pull he did when they were together. Like he was a fool.

She relaxed back into him and his heart skipped a beat. For a moment he forgot himself and almost nuzzled his face into her neck but he caught himself in time. He remembered how fucking embarrassed he was earlier when he couldn't do what she had suggested. He couldn't fuck her out of his system. And he felt like he was going to burst from the anger and resentment. Towards her and himself. But he would focus on his anger toward her for now. And let her feel it.

She didn't deserve his soft love, didn't want it, rejected it. So he'd make sure she regretted it. She'd get his anger instead. And maybe then she'd understand. Or maybe she wouldn't. It didn't matter. He no longer cared. At least that's what he told himself.

The next thing she knew she was being pinned against the side of her car, her front roughly connecting with the metal making her let out a wince. It almost made him crack immediately but he couldn't. She hadn't pushed him off so he knew she wasn't complaining.

He roughly grabbed her ass as he flipped up her dress and then his palm made contact with her cheeks with a resounding smack. She gasped into the night air. Both turned on by his aggressiveness and worried about doing that out in the open like this. Sure it was dark but still. She forgot all about it though, when he pressed his clothed cock against her ass making her feel just how much he wanted her. She moaned and he smirked at the sound, having her right where he wanted her. If she wanted to act like a slut he was going to treat her like one.

He grasped her hair in his fist and pulled her back into him roughly. Her gasped whine made his cock twitch and his heart skip.

"Rafe..." he yanked her harder, making her words die out on her tongue.

"Open it." It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about when he pushed her into the back door of her car. He was being so rough with her and it concerned her as much as it made her shiver with anticipation.

She clumsily searched her purse for her car keys and almost dropped them when he quickly took them from her shaking hand and unlocked the car himself. Before she could speak, the back door was open and he was pushing her in, bending her over the seat.

"Rafe-" he interrupted her again with another smack on her ass, this time hard enough to make tears sting at her eyes. He rubbed the red mark to soothe it giving her a false sense of comfort before doing it again. He roughly grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her making her gasp into the small space she was in.

He was still outside standing behind her, admiring the view of her bent over for him, red ass on full display. He could see her pussy glistening in the low light and he wanted to curse at how hard he was. She was loving this, he could tell. It made him angrier and more desperate to feel her around him again.

He made work of unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers, leaving him finally out of the constraint he's been in for what felt like forever. He let out a breath in relief and she started to turn, hoping to take a look at him. He stopped her before she could though, pushing her further down onto the seat, making her arch her back. It made her ass look even more enticing. He almost cursed under his breath but managed to keep it in. Fuck, she drove him crazy with every move she made.

He slapped her ass again, trying to release his frustration but it just kept sizzling. Her whine into her arm didn't go unnoticed, as his dick twitched and precum started leaking from his red tip. He didn't have it in him to hold back anymore. So he didn't.

In one move he pushed inside her, filling her up, balls deep. Her choked gasp made him want to hold her close but he remembered how he felt for the past few days and that need to comfort was once again overrun by his anger.

He stood still for what felt like forever making her more desperate by the second. She felt at odds, part of her needing him to move and bring her pleasure, the other part wanting to push him off and force him to talk to her. But she was afraid he wouldn't. So she waited for his next move, impatiently.

After what felt like forever he finally moved, pulling out of her almost completely before slamming right back into her making her close her eyes and release a loud moan.

He did the same thing a few more times, watching her wince and moan and push back, instinctually chasing him. He was playing with her and she was getting frustrated. So she decided to do something about it. She moved back hard, forcing him back in with a groan of his own. She smirked in victory but it didn't last long because the next second he was setting up a fast rough pace, turning her into a moaning whimpering mess.

"Fuck! Rafe-" she started but he interrupted yet again and she didn't even have the time to get mad because he had grabbed her face in one hand, squeezing her cheeks. She was taken by surprise by his roughness once again, yet he could feel her pussy clenching on him at the act.

"Be a good little slut-" his hips rutted into her hard interrupting his words. "And shut up. Hm?" His voice was low and raspy and so damn hot. He had never been this mean and she hated that it made her so fucking weak for him.

Her eyes closed, face meeting the car seat as he pushed her down by her shoulders causing her to squeeze him tighter with her cunt. He was so fucking turned on it was making it hard to keep control, but fuck if he didn't make sure she ached tomorrow. She won't be able to forget about him in the morning if she can't walk straight. The thought made him smirk and land a rough smack on her ass again. She almost screamed, her noises seeming too loud for the close space they were in.

He reached forward sticking his fingers in her mouth, to lower the noise or to feel her clench down on him harder, he wasn't sure. His pace so hard it had the car shaking from his thrusts. It was filthy.

It felt so good. It was so hot and sexy and rough and it was driving her crazy that no matter how hard she tried to form a coherent thought or take some control over the situation he would hit her G-spot just right and she'd lose it all over again. All she could do was let out mumbles and noises that didn't make any sense. He was fucking her dumb and she hated it. But she also loved it.

All the frustration, all the stress she had been under, all the fear and anxiety she'd been feeling over their situation since yesterday just went away. She wasn't overthinking, wasn't worrying about what would happen tomorrow or how she would stay away from him now that she'd let him back in again. All her brain could understand in that moment was how good he was fucking her, how much pleasure she was experiencing, how much she needed more and more and more.

Time slipped away from them, it could have lasted 2 minutes or 2 hours, they didn't know and didn't care. They were lost in the feel of each other. Him wanting to fuck her so good she sees stars, so she can never forget him. Her wanting him to keep fucking her forever and never ever stop. It was too good. Too hot. Too much.

And as he hit her G-spot for the umpteenth time that night she came undone. Her scream was deafening, her grip on him vice like, he swore he could've passed out. She was shaking as he kept fucking her through her orgasm. He was trying so hard not to cum because he didn't want this to be over yet. He wouldn't let it.

She collapsed onto the seat, feeling totally fucked out. She thought he had cum, with how still he was inside her for a minute. But then he pulled her closer by her hips, positioning one knee onto the seat and somehow fucking her even deeper than before. She was mewling out desperate pleas, she wasn't sure what for, to stop or keep going. He didn't care either. He couldn't let himself stop before he let all of the anger out and he still had a lot left.

His pace was brutal and she didn't know how she hadn't passed out already, feeling like she was half way to leaving her body. But it felt so good. It hurt so good. The pain and pleasure was overlapping in a way she'd never experienced before. It was too much. It wasn't enough. It was everything. She was so close.

And then he slipped his hand under her, rubbing her clit harshly and she came again. This time even harder. So hard she swore she blacked out for a second. He kept fucking her through it, so close to his own peak while he watched her cum for him, fall apart for him, in a completely new way. It was mesmerizing.

He wished he could refrain, to keep it in, but he couldn't. He couldn't because the hottest thing he'd ever wittnessed just happened in front of him. On him. And he couldn't hold it back anymore. His hips stuttered as he reached his high, filling her up with his cum. His groans were loud and he was trying his hardest not to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of it.

She was limp under him once her high passed, feeling absolutely drained after the experience. He was still inside her, occasionally twitching as the last of his orgasm washed over him. His face was buried in her back, breathing her in, both their breaths fast and shallow, sweat coating their skins making them sticky. Not just sweat though. Her cum too.

She'd squirted. All over. Her release covered both of them and the car underneath. She still hadn't grasped what had happened but he couldn't think of anything else.

Fuck. That was the best thing ever. Hottest, most wonderful thing he'd ever been part of. She came so hard on his dick - he was the one who made her squirt all over her car, him, no one else. It made a burst of pride swell in his chest. She defintely won't forget that. He smiled, breathing in her scent as her own breathing got more even.

That damn scent, her scent, it was so ingrained inside him now. God damn he felt so happy to be in it again. In her again. With her again.

But then she started moving and his dreamy state cleared, leaving him to remember what had happened and why. Why she had cum so hard. Why he had fucked her so hard to begin with. And then he remembered how much she hurt him and that the whole reason he was there was to hurt her too.

So as much as he wanted to just wrap her up in his arms and take her home and hold her and kiss her and keep her safe with him he couldn't. That wasn't the plan. The plan was to fuck his anger into her and he had. The anger was gone, he realized. It had been gone since she started squeezing him for the second time. He had felt sated. Happy even. But it didn't last, it couldn't. It never did with her. So he withdrew out of her and got dressed again.

She was laying there as he pulled out, wincing at the loss of contact. She was so tired and she just wanted to wrap herself around him and fall asleep right there in the car. She didn't even care that the seat was damp, couldn't even really process the fact that she'd just squirted for the first time in her life. It didn't matter. In that moment she just wanted him to hold her, to feel his skin on hers while she fell asleep.

But he wasn't coming back. She heard him ruffling around behind her and expected him to come lay with her when he got dressed. But he didn't. She pushed herself up, with great effort, to turn around and look for him.

But she didn't see his post orgasm smile or his tired but sparkly eyes, she didn't find the warmth and comfort he had given her that first night. This time she was met with the image of his back walking away from her. Leaving her alone, cold, and hearbroken. Sitting in her car wishing he'd turn around and change his mind.

But he didn't. He was gone.

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writer-in-theory · 2 years ago

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Thinking about Secret Santa with the ST crew. It's the first time that Billy is included ever since he started dating Steve, and lowkey Nancy freaked out when she pulled his name because she has no idea what to get him. Because she thought she knew what Billy was like—they all did—until Steve started talking about his boyfriend.

At first, he'd avoided saying a name. He knew what they would all think, knew that they'd try to talk him out of the relationship simply from the way they'd known him in high school. But this was years later and they were all in their twenties, they'd all begun to heal from the traumas they'd suffered at such young ages. Nancy would have been silly to ignore the way her friend's face lit up when he talked about how Billy would cook dinner for him, or how sometimes he'd just bring home something silly because it reminded him of Steve, or how Billy gave the best hugs Steve had ever received.

So she wanted to do it right, get him the perfect gift to let him know that he was welcome in their group.

She gets him a disposable camera.

It's cheap for a camera, but it works and it's a way to preserve any memories that Billy deems important. She's expecting a smile, maybe a lighthearted crack of a joke about how he has to do all the work to get the reward of photos.

Nancy never expects Billy to set the camera down with a gentleness she'd never seen from him, only for him to bolt from the room. Steve's out the door in a second, leaving Nancy wondering if she'd fucked up. The couple returns two gifts later, and neither of them bring up the camera again.

It's not until later that night, when they're all drinking and trying (in vain) to keep the younger group away from the beer and champagne when Steve ends up outside with Nancy. He's smoking again, a habit he'd been trying to kick for years, ever since they'd tried dating what felt like a lifetime ago.

"He doesn't have any pictures," Steve spoke up, so suddenly that Nancy's head went reeling trying to place the context. He's not looking at her, instead bent over the balcony railing and peering out over the Indianapolis skyline. "Neil burned any his mom had taken, then never bothered to take any more. He's never had any pictures."

"I'm sorry," Nancy began, eyebrows drawing together and lips parting and unparting in an attempt to fish for the right words to string together. "If I'd known I wouldn't ha—"

"It's perfect," Steve answered, finally turning his head to look at her. Nancy had never noticed how much older he'd gotten—aged in a way that time alone could never manage, eyes softened by experience and the kind of love that was too deep for someone their age. She's happy for him, Nancy realized, Steve deserved to find someone that gave him that glow, that made him look so alive in a way Nancy realizes he'd never been before Billy.

"I didn't mean to bring up bad memories for him."

"Nance, it's perfect," Steve repeated as if that was supposed to help the guilt swirling in Nancy's stomach. "He never got to have that, proof of all the good that happens, all the memories. I'm trying to say thanks, for giving that to him. I wouldn't have come up with it."

"I..." Nancy began, expression finally breaking into a soft smile as she reached to hug him. "I'm glad he makes you happy, Steve. I hope he feels welcome enough here."

Nancy followed Steve's gaze back inside the apartment, where everyone is either standing around or sprawled in a heap of limbs on the various couches and chairs, laughing loudly over the obnoxious holiday music. She spots Billy, standing toward the edge of the fray but in deep conversation with Eddie, looking more at ease than he'd ever looked when they were in school.

"Do you want a picture with Billy?" Nancy asked, turning to look back at Steve who was watching the sight with a soft smile. "It would be a great first for the memory book."

"Yeah, I do," Steve answered, pulling open the door and waving for Nancy to step inside first. "I want a picture with our family too."

And as Steve rounded them all up for the picture, Nancy couldn't help but think pulling Billy's name for Secret Santa was the best thing that could have happened.

#harringrove #steve x billy #billy hargrove #stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #harringrove headcanons

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years ago

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The only choice

Love love love the idea of real-world fish biology applying to merfolk

Warning(s): yandere behavior, forced unconsciousness, biting

"You thinking 'bout that cute little betta fishy again~?" Floyd playfully asked.

"W-why would you think that...?" Azul asked, looking away.

"You've been quite obsessed with them recently." Jade said.

"I... suppose you're right..." Azul admitted. "But... I have no idea how I'd even approach them..."

"You 'don't know how to approach them'?" Floyd asked. "That's stupid. You have ten limbs, just grab 'em and make them talk to you."

"Grab them?!" Azul yelled out in surprise. "No- I-I can't do something like that to them! They'd hate me!"

"It may be your only choice, Azul." Jade said. "Use your venom if you have to."

"...maybe you two are right."

He's never actually... you know, spoken to you...

But that will change soon! Soon, soon, you'll be closer than you've ever been before.

You were a beautiful betta-mer with a dark blue and red colouration, your fins were like those things humans wear... what are they called again? Oh right, a dress! Your fins made it look like you were wearing a fancy dress.

Azul couldn't help but feel like he was in love with you.

You looked so... lovely. So he needs you to become his.

Maybe just... grabbing you like the twins suggested is his only option. Maybe he just needs to... paralyze you... and take you for his own.

That would be so easy.

You would be his.

You would be his soon, so soon.

As you were out for a short swim one day, you felt something grab your tail. You thought it was some seaweed, so you shook it off and continued along.

Then, it grabbed you again. And this time it tugged you back. Then it grabbed you a bit further up, and tugged you back with more force.

"Hello, (Y/N)~"

You turned around to see a merman with pale purple skin, grey hair and blue eyes. Instead of a tail, he had tentacles... you were fairly surprised, as octopus merfolk are quite the uncommon sight around here.

"Who... w-who are you...?" You asked.

"Oh right, you don't know who I am... my apologies for not introducing myself, darling." He apologized, placing his hand on your cheek. "My name is Azul Ashengrotto."

"Why did you... grab me like this...?" You asked, brushing some of his tentacles off of you.

"It's because... I love you." A blue blush spread across his face. "And this was my only option."

"What-? No it wasn't!" You yelled out. "Y-you had countless other options!"

"No, I didn't, (Y/N)." Azul stared into your eyes. "If I, an octopus, told you I was in love you... there's no way you would accept!"

Azul grabbed your arm, and his tentacles wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to him and keeping you from struggling too much.

"I'm sorry about this, (Y/N)... but I have to do this."

Azul bit you on the arm.

You screamed out in pain as you felt his teeth pierce your flesh.

You freaked out and tried to escape his grasp, but you couldn't.

"Don't worry darling, it's not a lethal amount." Azul assured you, letting go of your arm and lifting up his head. His teeth were coated with something... not blood, not ink... some kind of yellow substance. "Just enough to paralyze you for a short while."

You were breathing heavily, you could feel your body going numb, starting from where he bit you.

"Please, don't panic. It'll be ok if you just relax." Azul told you. "I'll make sure you don't die. You trust me, right?"

There was a horrible, throbbing pain in your head. Your chest felt tight. You were dizzy and felt like you were about to feint.

"You'll be just fine, darling." He seemed very happy with himself. "Oh! My mother will be delighted to meet you! Come on, let's go, (Y/N)!"

You could barely tell what was real.

As Azul pulled you along with him, he eventually realized that you were being suspiciously quiet.

"Oh dear, they're unconscious..." Azul said to himself.

You looked so adorable while asleep.

"I'm so glad I did this... because now I have you, here with me forever. All mine, only mine..." He sighed contently, pulling you into a hug. "It seems my only choice was the right one to make in the end."

#azul ashengrotto #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul

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anna-neko · 5 months ago

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I'm terrible at reports, so here's some unorganized notes frm the NYC Dndads live show

--- while having Charleston Chews shaked into hand, "listen..if i can't take candy frm strangers on the street in the middle of the night, why even bother leaving the house"

being complimented on my cosplay, by the most perfect Trudy ~♡ ~ "I've seen you on Tumblr!" -- uhhh... then you must be sick of seeing me by now < beat > -- wait.... if you don't have shoelaces, I don't know what am supposed to say?!?!??

Mad props and shout-out to all the cosplayers and cool nerds ~♡ The jingle bells on devil horns! Ron with their actual work business card! The mofo full giant mascot head Teeny!!

Being given not just a bracelet with lil skulls, but also a hair bow and "proud of you, kiddo" magnet ....im not crying...mascara just got in my eye...shut up

Apologies for goin full autism category 7 because my brain wants to ALL THE COMPLIMENTS but we aint at emoji-keysmash IRL stage of evolution and forget how to words....

WAFFLES vs PANCAKES Absolutely Beth May's lane and why is it socially acceptable to get a stack of pancakes but only 1 waffle. According to Anthony pancakes are just failed waffles. Matt derailed the entire conversation by bringing crepes and french toast into it

--- how in the fuck can Freddie pull off rocking out on the guitar this frellin hard while wearing slides and an Animal Crossing shirt (fittingly, DJ KK)

--- Apparently everyone's first impression when meeting Anthony was "this guy hates me", while Anthony's first impression of Beth May was "she looks sad". Freddie's first impression of everyone seems to be "this person's cool!"

--- Henry dad fact, and Will spent all day working on it: Oakvale is sometimes called The Big Apple...because one time someone found (saw?) a really big apple there

--- Glenn dad fact: the best place to go in NYC is.... the times sq Disney Store. At this point Freddie pulls out a Chip (beauty and beast) bubbles blower, starts blowing bubbles everywhere while talking about how Glenn would just need to figure out how to backwards engineer this blowing action, some tools, a couple wires and it will be a great bong! come on, Mrs Pots is your mom??

--- the adventure tonight was UFC, goin to rescue Paeden's friend Celery! the theme tho, was your inner child voice. All of them. Especially about 4 levels deep as hella high Glenn realizes he soooooo complex u gaiz....

--- Darryl asking how much does it cost to buy a child (300 gold). Then asking how much selling a Honda would earn (400) ......next 10 minutes are spent sorting out exactly _why_ is Darryl not selling the Honda Odyssey .... (its on lease, not fully paid off yet... so they'd only come out w/ 25gold or somethin)

--- UFC WEIGHT OFF! Anthony mentioning how now he can't get that close to her while Beth May is on her knees or he'll be canceled forever...so he's immediately made to gets on his knees too (and they do the angry head bump stare-off)

--- THE SLAP(s) HEARD AROUND THE WORLD!!! (context: instead of rolls... the LOUDEST SLAP was gonna win. Beth May slapped Anthony twice)

--- the smug way Anthony leaned back, kicked his feet on the desk and started outlining how this will go. Oh yes, they'll be using the mechanics he came up with before. For episode 3. But they completely destroyed all his plans back then by dropping pants in front of children.... --- Darryl Wilson immediately takes off his pants and starts twirling his axe

-- Matt counting out monster cards, 29 of them O_o; Beth points out then Ron will only fight 0 monsters and proceeds to roll stealth ...with Inspiration frm an earlier joke...

--- Anthony, "and if you all die...then you'll just be replaced by identical clones and the WIKI can stay the same"

#dungeons and daddies #no braincells just podcasts #just fandom things #dndads live show #the areas tour

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elizaditton · 7 months ago

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Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 16)

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A/N & T/W: Hey guys, just as a heads up I wanted to let you know that this chapter contains an intrusive daydream of Kaylin's that may be uncomfortable or traumatic for some of my readers. It deals with food and the idea of humans and pertheans eating together. I wanted to convey how this makes Kaylin uncomfortable without making my readers uncomfortable. I've thought a lot about what I've written and I don't believe I've crossed any lines, but for those like me who like G/t but struggle with the idea of food or sharing a meal in that context (and of course, the fears associated with that), the content may be uncomfortable to read. I just want to make it clear that my content does not and never will contain fetish material. My writing will always be safe for work content as I strive to please God in all I do. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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It was only about a month ago that Dad and I packed our bags and moved half way across Koronia, and now it's already Rosan. At first, I wasn't expecting much from my dad's hometown, but I've been blown away with how much has happened since we arrived in Chancelor. I wasn't expecting to be forced into attending a deskmate school, and I certainly wasn't thinking I'd ever become friends with a perthean. I always worried about what would happen if a perthean found out about my fear, but never in a million years would I have ever predicted that one would actually want to help me overcome it!

Derrick and I have met up after school a few times now, and although these meetups have been helping me a little, I'm still not sure what my deskmate has in mind for us in the long run. Surely there's more to this than practicing eye contact and learning how to step onto a perthean's palm without falling over.

I think through what could possibly be next as Brittney and I make the trek from the cafeteria back to the pickup area.

"I really wish we could all just have our lunch together, you know?" Brittney says with a huff, interrupting my thoughts.

"What?! What makes you say that?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat at her suggestion as I desperately try to keep my mind from forming any pictures of sharing a lunch table with pertheans.

"It's just... we'd have so much more time to hang out as a group if we had our lunch together! Since this school is so focused on getting humans and pertheans to get along, you'd think they'd want us to have meals together, right?"

I hadn't thought about it before, but I guess what Brittney's saying makes sense. I was surprised when I first found out I wouldn't be sharing Physical Education or lunch periods with my deskmate, but in my relief, I decided not to question it. I suppose separating for P.E. makes sense since it's not a good idea to mix humans and pertheans for strenuous activities like exercise, but what about lunch period?

"Come to think of it," I start, a part of me curious to know and another part of me fearing the answer, "why do we separate for lunch period, anyway?"

Brittney's eyes narrow as she looks away, her lips pouting.

"It's all that Steven's fault!" she says.

I blink. "Steven? Who's Steven?"

"Soaring Steven, back in the twenties. Lunch period was shared here until he had his deskmate throw him across the cafeteria to see if one of their friends could catch him. Landed in a girl's soup and even broke some bones in the process," Brittney says.

I shudder at the realization that humans are light enough to pertheans to be thrown across a room by them. Not only that, but we're small enough to swim in their soup, too! I'm relieved that I don't have to suffer through a shared lunch period with my deskmate, but I can't stop myself from shaking at the idea.

I turn from side to side only to realize that I'm surrounded by mountains of colossal foods stacked much taller than I am with no way of escape. I spin around to face a wall of green fabric that I trace up, up, and up to my deskmate's enormous face. He ravenously gorges himself on nearly half of the sandwich in his hand—tearing off a hunk bigger than me—and thoughtfully chews his meal, his eyes locked with mine. My legs tremble beneath me as I stumble backwards, my eyes darting anywhere but the sight in front of me. This isn't happening.

As I continue to inch away from the perthean in front of me one of my feet makes contact with a thick metal prong, causing me to let out a yelp as I fall flat on my back. Lightheaded and out of breath, I sit up and discover the object was one of the tines on a huge fork.

A massive digit rests under my chin and leads my gaze back to the tall perthean boy in front of me. He gulps down the rest of his sandwich while his big blue eyes scrutinize my fallen form.

"Kaylin," he chuckles. "You're so... tiny, you know that?"

I stare into those massive blue orbs of his as blood rushes to my cheeks, making my ears hot. Anxiety floods my nervous system leaving me incapable of doing anything but quiver where I sit.

Tiny...?

"Anyway," Brittney says, interrupting my thoughts again, "after that incident... the school decided it would be best for deskmates to have 'less time for shenanigans' or something like that. If you ask me, they shouldn't have punished the whole school for a couple of students' idiocy!"

I stare down at my quaking hands. Tears prick the edges of my glazed eyes, and one or two trail down my face. I try to steady my breathing, but my lungs begin to take in more and more air at an increasing rate.

"Hey," Brittney says, turning to me. "Kaylin, are you—"

WHAM!

Something crashes into Brittney and I, interrupting our conversation and sending us both to the floor along with the contents of our open bookbags.

"Hey! What's the big idea?!" Brittney says, dusting herself off as she sits up.

"I-I'm sorry, I couldn't—" utters a boy on the floor in front of us. He coughs, lowering the tone of his voice. "I mean, it was an accident."

Brittney sighs. "That's okay. Here, let me help you with your books."

"Th-that won't be necessary." The boy says, brushing his black hair away from his green eyes before scrambling to pick up his books.

I rub my head, which throbs from the impact with the boy. I blink a few times, staring at him. He's familiar to me, but I'm not sure why.

"Hey, wait a minute," I start, remembering my encounter with that boy from my apartment last week. "Aren't you—"

The boy looks to me, eyes wide, and shakes his head vigorously. He grabs the rest of his books from the floor and stands, running off to the balcony without another word.

"Ugh! Rude! And hasn't he ever heard of a bookbag?" Brittney grumbles. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I say, picking up Brittney's Algebra textbook and passing it to her.

"The nerve of that guy! 'That won't be necessary...' just who does he think he is bumping into people and then running off like that?"

As Brittney passes me my Koronian and Biology textbooks, I can't help but wonder why Sam was in such a hurry to get away from us. He's run away from me twice now, which I find a little odd. And why wasn't he wearing his glasses? He probably could have avoided bumping into us if he had worn them.

"Hey, what's this?" Brittney says, picking up my sketchbook and flipping through the pages.

My heart sinks heavily in my chest. I've never let anyone look through my sketchbook before! Most of the drawings in there are unfinished sketches, many of which I never ended up being happy with, and none of which I feel too excited about sharing. But as Brittney flips through the pages, her eyes widen in awe with every new piece of artwork she lays eyes on.

"You made these? They're incredible!" Brittney exclaims.

"They're not that great, really." I say, reaching for the sketchbook.

Just as I'm about to take the book away from Brittney, she lets out a big gasp and turns the interior toward me. On the pages are two nearly completed sketches of Captain Tristen and Merlot from Stranded, respectively. They're old drawings, and not ones I'm particularly proud of. My insides convulse and cringe as I'm met with the sight of improper foreshortening and all sorts of rushed, sloppy details.

"You draw Stranded?! You know this is my favorite show ever, right?!"

Brittney babbles on elatedly and at a rate I find myself straining to keep up with. I can hardly make out what she's saying, but from what I can tell she's gushing about some recent revelations about Merlot and how she was able to predict them in her fanfic.

"Anyway, here! See? This is my cover!" Brittney says, pulling out her phone and swiping to Splosion. She shoves her phone into my hands to reveal the cover for 'Jack And Merlot: A Frame Of Mind,' which consists of a crude doodle of the titular duo holding hands.

"Oh, um... cute!" I respond, my mind still struggling to process what she's going on about.

"Do you think you could draw me a new cover?" Brittney blurts out, her hands clenched excitedly.

"I-I don't know... wouldn't it be put online for anyone to see?" I ask, the idea of strangers seeing my art making my insides flip.

"Well, yeah, but they don't have to know who drew it unless you want them to!" Brittney responds, folding her hands together and pleading with her big brown eyes. "Come on! Pleaaase? Your art is so good!"

I think for a moment as I look into Brittney's unrelenting puppy eyes. I guess it wouldn't hurt to draw her a picture for her story, especially if no one has to know I'm the artist.

"Sure," I finally answer.

"Yippee!" Brittney exclaims, jumping up and down like a little kid.

"Come on," I say, handing Brittney's phone back to her and taking back my sketchbook. "We're going to be late for sixth period!"

"Oh! Right!"

Brittney turns and hurries down the hall to the balcony. Before following after her, I quickly flip through my sketchbook and land on a page with a finished sketch of a perthean boy and a human girl laughing together under a cherry tree. My cheeks redden when I lay eyes on it and my insides flip around again. I let out a sigh, relieved that Brittney didn't get this far into the book.

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"So!" Brittney exclaims from the balcony, her hands secured on the railing as she beams up at my deskmate. "Your birthday! What do you have planned?!"

Derrick rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "I didn't exactly plan anything."

"Come on," Brittney says, "there has to be something you'd like to do on your special day! Can't you think of anything?"

Derrick places a hand under his chin and closes his eyes, thinking for a moment. "Well, I won't be home until around five, since I have... an appointment."

Kevin looks up from his phone. "You made an appointment on your birthday? What for?"

"I— well, yeah. It's a... doctor's appointment. I forgot to reschedule," my deskmate says, glancing in my direction. "But if you guys want to come over to my house at 5:30 or so, we could hang out? Maybe play some games?"

"I'm in!" Brittney hollers, pumping her fist in the air.

"Sure," Kevin answers, his eyes once again glued to his phone. "Need us to bring anything?"

"You could bring some games if you have any, but other than that nothing comes to mind," Derrick says.

Brittney turns to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "You're coming too, right Kaylin?!"

The world begins to spin as the others' eyes all turn to me. Me? Go to a perthean's house? No way! The enormous classrooms at school are hard enough for me to deal with as it is, but an entire house? I don't think I could handle it! The sheer scale of everyday items would overwhelm me for sure!

"I... don't know," I say. "I think my dad needs me home for... something." I mentally kick myself for not being able to think of any kind of real excuse.

"I'm sure your dad won't mind!" Brittney reasons. "After all, birthdays only come once a year!"

I look around at the group. Brittney's grinning with her hands pressed together, gazing at me expectantly. Derrick gives me a knowing smile, his brows upturned. And then my eyes fall on Kevin. His narrowed brown eyes look void of any life as he stares me down from above. My gut twists and turns as the weight of his stare presses down on me.

I can't go to this party. No way. Not if he's coming. How did Derrick manage to become friends with this guy, anyway? Was it just because of Brittney? And why is Brittney even with this guy? They're complete opposites! My fear may include all pertheans, but it's pertheans like Kevin that really terrify me!

"Kaylin?" Brittney says, pulling me from my thoughts. "What do you say?"

"I-I'll talk to my dad," I stutter. "But I really think he needs me for... that thing."

"Great! See you all there!" Brittney spins around with her arms stretched wide and heads for the door. I don't think she registered what it was I said at all.

"Hang on there, princess," Kevin says, causing Brittney to come to a halt and turn back around.

Princess? I never expected a guy like Kevin to call his girlfriend something so sappy!

"Yes, my prince?" Brittney answers, clasping her hands together as she flutters her eyelashes.

"If you're going to Derrick's place, you might as well come with me. You can't get there by train, you know," Kevin says.

"I guess you're right," Brittney giggles.

Kevin looks over his shoulder, presumably to see if any teachers are nearby, and then offers his open palm to Brittney who runs and leaps into it with a loud 'wheee!' The way she flew into his hand without a second thought makes me think about how I can barely even walk onto Derrick's open palm without struggling and stumbling. How does she make it look so easy?

"Shh!" Kevin hushes his girlfriend. "I'm not supposed to pick you up this way in here!"

"Sorry," Brittney says, her lip protruding in a pout.

"See you later," Kevin says to Derrick before walking off, mumbling something to Brittney about how he doesn't want to get in trouble 'again.' I guess I'll have to ask Brittney what that means later.

Derrick looks at me and laughs.

"What?" I ask.

"I'd like to see you jump into my hand like that," he says.

My face reddens, and I immediately avert my gaze. "D-don't be ridiculous! What those two did was dangerous!"

"I know, I know," Derrick says. "It's just that..."

His unfinished phrase hangs in the air for a moment, causing me to wonder what it is he means to say. I look back at my deskmate, his gaze fixed on me. What emotion is filling his eyes I can't say, but what I do know is that something has to be weighing on his mind.

"It's just that what?" I finally ask.

"Nothing," Derrick says, shaking his head. "I'll see you out back."

With that, he turns away, leaving the balcony behind him as he heads down the hall. My heart sinks in my chest. What isn't he saying?

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I heave a sigh as I close the door behind me. I feel bad we didn't cancel our meetup for today, considering it's Derrick's birthday and all.

"Hey," he says with a smile, approaching the balcony and placing his hand on top of it. It's sort of become routine for me to walk onto his hand at the start of our meet ups, not that I've gotten any better at it.

"Hey," I answer as I approach his open palm.

The size of his hand still manages to freak me out, but at least I'm not as averse to it as I was when he first started helping me with my fear. After a bit of wobbling and struggling, I manage to position myself in the center of my deskmate's palm and sit down.

"Sorry for making you come out here on your birthday," I say with my head down as I nervously twiddle my thumbs. "I know there's other things you'd rather be doing right now."

"Aw, come on, you know that's not true!" Derrick beams at me from above. "There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now than helping out a friend."

I smile back at him, though his words don't reassure me completely.

"Now," he starts as he moves beside the balcony and gently sits down, "since you've been improving so much this week with both eye contact and with walking onto my hand, I thought we'd try something new. If you're up for it, that is."

"Something new?" I ask, my gut immediately beginning to twist. "Like what?"

"Would you be up for trying shoulder etiquette?"

"Shoulder etiquette?"

"Yeah! I'd place you on my shoulder, and you'd stand there," Derrick explains. "It's a formal form of etiquette that even the teachers use, so we can practice it during school as well."

My mind flashes back to orientation day, when I saw most of the school staff going around in pairs like that. I remember Derrick had asked me that day if I wanted to try standing on his shoulder, and I coldly turned him down. A weight fills my chest as I think about all the ways I was unkind to Derrick before we became friends.

"Okay," I say, "we can try it."

Derrick nods and lifts the hand I'm in up to his shoulder. My core tightens and my heart thrashes about within me as the distance between us gets smaller and smaller. As I find myself nearing the crook of his neck, I begin to feel heat radiating from his body like a space heater. He's so warm! My insides do a somersault, and my cheeks redden as I release a shuddering breath. I don't think I've ever been this close to anyone before, let alone a perthean!

I slowly rise from my place in Derrick's palm, carefully maneuvering past his fingers and onto his shoulder. I nearly slip once or twice as I struggle to maintain my balance, but manage to secure myself by grabbing onto the collar of the white button up he's wearing under his blazer.

"How are you doing?" He asks, removing his hand and leaving me stranded on his shoulder.

My eyes can't help but wander downward until I'm gazing helplessly at the hard concrete below us. Even though my deskmate is sitting down, I'm still so high above the ground! A fall from this height would certainly kill me! I let out a yelp and slam my eyes shut, gripping the collar of Derrick's shirt more tightly lest I slip and fall to my death!

"Hm, not good?" Derrick asks. "I suppose it takes some getting used to. Just hold onto me, you'll be fine."

"Mhm," I hum as I try to keep myself from trembling. If my legs continue to quake like this, I'll slip for sure! I have no idea how the teachers or the other students at school manage to go around like this!

"So, while you're getting adjusted..." Derrick begins, "is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"Um..." I think for a moment. "You're turning eighteen, right?"

"Right. Just two more years and I'll be an adult."

"How has preadulthood treated you so far? Do you feel prepared for adulthood?" I ask.

Derrick hums, thinking through my question. "Well, I guess it beats being a teenager. I still can't drive, but I'd say I can cook, clean, and budget decently enough to live on my own if I wanted to. I'll probably wait until university to move out, though. What about you?"

"I've learned a lot from my dad. He's a good teacher. He taught me nearly everything I know about being a preadult. Cooking, cleaning, budgeting... although he's not very good at home repair..."

"Did your mom teach you anything?"

My heart plummets to the ground, and my guts twist and turn tightly within me.

"I... well, my mom died when I was only six. It's just my dad and me."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Derrick apologizes.

"No, it's okay. I'm over it. It was a long time ago," I sigh.

I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure of whether I'm being honest or not. It's been years since my mom passed, but I've always longed for her to be a part of my life. I wonder all the time what might have been if only she hadn't...

"You know, I guess my mom did teach me something," I say, letting my mind go to the past. "I remember when I was a little girl, I'd watch her make different pieces of artwork. I was so fascinated with how she was able to draw such fine details and pick such beautiful colors to paint with. I have a memory of her sitting down with me and teaching me how to draw different flowers. Pansies, bluebells, rotizelles... and although I'm still not very good with flowers, she did instill in me a love for art."

"I remember you said you liked to draw when we first met, and I've seen a few of the doodles in your notes," Derrick chuckles. "I have yet to see a finished piece from you, though. Especially since you're always hiding your drawings."

My face gets really hot really quickly as my mind turns back to the sketchbook I brought with me to school. "A-actually," I stutter, "there's... something I wanted to show you."

"Something you want to show me? Really?" Derrick asks, surprised. "Am I finally going to see one of your drawings?"

"I-I— well," I stammer, embarrassed, not really knowing what to say. Is what I'm about to do really a good idea?

I reach into my bookbag and feel around for my sketchbook. Pulling it out, I turn to the page with my finished sketch of the two of us laughing under a cherry tree and look it over for a moment.

'It's hideous!' I can already hear my deskmate say. 'Is that supposed to be us? What an ugly art style!'

"Kaylin?" Derrick asks after a long silence.

"I— um...! H-here, I... made this for you," I sputter. "For your birthday!"

I grip the collar of Derrick's shirt with one hand, and with the other I stretch out as far as I'm able and present my sketchbook to him.

"For... me?" Derrick asks, taking the sketchbook in between his thumb and forefinger.

Silence fills the air as my deskmate stares down the human-sized book in between his fingers. My heart pounds and pounds while my insides swarm with butterflies! What will he think? What will he say?! I almost wish I never brought this up! I'm sure he'll think it's a pathetic gift! I knew my art wasn't good enough to be shown to anyone, so why did I ever think it would be a good idea to make this dumb drawing for his birthday?

Derrick gasps. "Wow, I don't know what to say."

I try my hardest to slow down my breathing, but it's no use. My whole body shakes as I brace for the impact of whatever criticism is about to come my way. He hates it, doesn't he?

"Kaylin, you drew this? This is amazing!" my deskmate exclaims.

"I'm sorry! I knew it wouldn't be good enough!" I say, only to blink a few times in confusion. Do my ears deceive me? "Wait, what did you say?"

"This is amazing! Is this what I think it is?" Derrick asks.

"I-it's... you and me," I answer, "under that cherry tree we saw the other day."

Derrick continues looking the drawing over. "Wow," he says again.

"I-I can send you a photo of it, if you want," I suggest.

"That would be great!" he says, handing the sketchbook back to me. "After all, I'm sure you wanted to keep your book."

I put my sketchbook away and quickly open up my phone to send a picture I took of the drawing to Derrick. Once I send it, his phone buzzes almost instantly, and he unlocks it to view what I sent.

"Thank you, Kaylin," he says, gazing at the drawing once more. "Really. It's a wonderful gift."

A warmth fills my heart, soothing any remaining anxieties I had about the drawing and leaving me with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.

Time continues on in the blink of an eye, and before we know it, we've already reached our usual time of departure.

"Well," Derrick says, carefully standing up from his spot beside the balcony, "I guess we better get going."

My heart races and my eyes widen as he stands to his full height. I look beneath me at the ground below and watch as it gets farther and farther away. If the distance to the ground when he was sitting wasn't enough to kill me, this distance will surely do the job! My vision doubles as the scenery around me spins and my insides churn and convulse! I grab onto the collar of Derrick's shirt with a death grip, lest I topple down toward the unforgiving concrete below!

"Sorry," Derrick says. "I tried to be more careful, since you're on my shoulder."

"N-no, you're fine, it's just that... I feel like I..." I trail off, unsure of how to describe what's going on inside of me.

"You feel like you're going to fall?"

"Y-yeah," I murmur, trembling where I stand on my deskmate's shoulder.

"Don't worry," Derrick says, pressing a hand against my little frame and gently pinning me against the side of his neck. "I'll keep you safe."

Is this... a hug?!

I blush. Hard. My trembling increases as I'm wedged between Derrick's hand and his neck. What do I do?! I can't move! I can't escape! I begin to breathe in and out at a rapid pace, shuddering more and more with each exhalation.

After a few seconds, Derrick removes his hand, releasing me from what had to be the most frightening embrace I've ever been on the receiving end of!

"Hey, listen," he says. "About earlier... you really don't have to come over if you don't feel like you're ready. I understand that the idea of visiting a house twenty times bigger than what you're used to is likely overwhelming to you, especially if other pertheans are involved. But, in case you do want to come, I thought I'd ask anyway—would you like to come over?"

"Um, yeah! Sure," I say, Derrick's words going in one ear and out the other as I try to calm myself down.

"Wait, really?" He asks. "You'll come over?"

"Sure," I say. "I just... need a moment." I try to steady my breathing again using the techniques I learned in therapy as a kid, still not registering what it was Derrick just asked me.

"Alright, well, we should get going then," my deskmate says, walking away from our spot behind the school and heading toward the sidewalk beyond the school grounds.

I'll have every opportunity to think through what just happened when I get home.

#too small to be afraid #tstba #perthea #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #giant/tiny writing #gt writing

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callalillywrites · 1 month ago

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It Was a Bad Day - Jake & Steve

It Takes All Packs to Make It Work One-Shot

This idea came to me and I couldn't let it go while I was supposed to be working on a different story. 3100 words later and here we are. This is probably the angstiest piece I've written for this verse so far, and I'm going to be paying penance for all the groupings/pairings involved with this one.

Pairings/Groupings: Jake Jensen x Steve Rogers x Reader (POV); Bucky Barnes x Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Nick Vaughn x Reader; and Frank Adler x Reader

Other POVs to Read: Bucky / Ransom & Nick / Frank

Word Count: ~3000

Summary: Jake and the others never thought they'd find themselves sitting in a waiting room of an ER. It's the longest hours of their lives as they wait for news about their loved ones who'd been involved in a car accident.

Warnings: mentions of injuries; angst; medical setting; grief and fear abound; mentions of pregnancies; mentions of blood and bleeding; spoilers for Frank and his omega's story; lmk if I missed any

A/N: This was supposed to be rather short but grew into a relative beast. Each of the groupings/pairings will have their own perspective of the events, so be on the lookout for the others. As always, all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

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Jake didn’t know how long he’d been sitting in this wretched room, but he did know that he couldn’t take much more of it.

Even surrounded by friends and family. Even with his Beta beside him. He couldn’t breathe. He just wanted to breathe.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

They were living their happily ever after. Their little pack whole and complete. Happy and healthy. It was all he ever wanted.

Now, it might be taken away.

All because someone had gotten distracted.

The car was totaled.

Angel, Precious, Contessa (Ransom and Nick’s Alpha), and their newest friend, Firecracker (Frank’s Omega) all injured. How badly? No one knew. They couldn’t get anyone to answer their desperate pleas for information.

Jake could vaguely make out a pained whine, but it took Steve’s arms wrapping around him to realize the sound came from him.

“She’ll be okay. They’ll all be okay. They have to be,” Steve whispered brokenly in Jake’s ear.

They clung together, doing their best to soothe each other as they continued to wait for news that might never come.

Children’s crying reached him after some time, reminding him again of Angel’s absence. She was always great at distracting the children, especially during times like this. What were they supposed to do without her? Without any of them?

Bucky held his daughter, Gracie, close while Frank did the same with Mary and Noah (Firecracker’s son). Both murmured what words of comfort they could come up with though neither could quite quell the fear in the children.

Ransom and Nick said very little, but then Jake didn’t think they would.

Every so often, Ransom’s jaw would tick, giving some glimpse to the depth of his turmoil. Nick, on the other hand, didn’t sit still. If he wasn’t shifting in his seat, he would fidget with his hands. Nick didn’t stop either until Ransom finally grabbed his hands and held them within his own.

Jake’s sister and niece came down as soon as they heard the news.

Clay, Aisha, Cougar, and Pooch showed up not long after, taking up what spare seats they could find. Clay kept his eyes on Jake, watching over him as a father-like figure would.

Clay hadn’t hesitated in picking up Angel’s mother and grandmother, knowing they’d want to be there in case things went south.

Ari brought Curtis (Firecracker’s best friend and coworker) as well as Sam, an old army buddy of Bucky’s and the newest in their growing group.

Jake couldn’t say who called any of them, but he was grateful they’d come.

The only ones he could say for certain were Bucky’s parents and sisters, having heard Bucky’s choked words on the phone earlier.

The hospital had moved them into this semi-private waiting room after so many had shown up and overtaken the ER’s main waiting room.

Jake lost track of how much time passed before he heard a deep snarl and caught Angel’s grandmother pushing to her feet.

“I’m sick of waiting,” she griped, then moved out of the room.

Angel’s mother shot Jake and Steve a sympathetic look before dashing after her mother.

There were no doubts in Jake’s mind that Angel’s grandmother wouldn’t stop until she had the answers that they all needed and wanted.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Angel’s grandmother returned. Her hand dug into the arm of the doctor she dragged with her. With a non-gentle tug, she set him in the middle of the room.

“Now, stop making us wait. Tell us about our loved ones.” Her Alpha Command came out with little effort as her sharp eyes glittered dangerously.

“They’re all still being worked on, but they seem to be in mostly stable condition,” the doctor finally said. To his credit, his voice only trembled the slightest under the old Alpha’s glare.

“What do you mean by mostly?” Frank asked, his hands still resting on Mary’s and Noah’s backs. “Are they or are they not going to be okay?”

The doctor, also an alpha but greatly outnumbered, swallowed heavily. “I already told you more than I should’ve in such a large crowd. There are privacy laws that I simply can’t violate.”

“Why drag us into this room then if you’re just going to keep us in the dark?” Ransom said through gritted teeth. His contempt for the alpha doctor was noticed by everyone in the room, but in true Ransom fashion, he didn’t care.

“We’re all family here,” Bucky said, taking a slightly different tack. “There’s not one of us that isn’t connected to the other in some way. Just tell us what we need to know. Please.”

Jake had to fight back a growl as the doctor took his time taking them all in. The longer they stayed in the dark, the more Jake feared he’d lose his sanity. Even with Steve’s grip on him, he could feel it slipping away. He just needed to know that Angel would be okay. Anything else, they could deal with, but he needed to know she still lived.

Finally, the doctor nodded.

“I’ll get their charts and return shortly.”

True to his word, the doctor returned with an officer they’d seen earlier.

It was the officer that spoke first.

“We have the other driver in custody as he’s suffered only minor injuries. From what we can tell from the bit of footage we got of the accident and the car itself, the front driver’s side took the brunt of the impact. If the car hadn’t hit that curb, it most likely wouldn’t have rolled as many times as it did or at all.”

Jake’s stomach churned as did Steve’s. Bile rose up at the thought of what Angel and the others must’ve experienced.

Angel had been driving. She’d taken the brunt of the impact.

Angel’s grandmother and mother must’ve seen their reactions because they had to bite back keens of despair at this new knowledge.

Clay moved to sit beside Jake and patted his back.

“She’s strong. She’ll be fine.”

It was Aisha that demanded the doctor update them. To rip off the band aid as it were.

The doctor didn’t argue, either, much to Jake’s relief.

He started with Angel.

“She’s got the worst of the injuries. Several broken bones, multiple lacerations, internal bleeding, and a likely concussion based on the lump we found on the side of her head. Of them all, she’ll probably require the longest recovery time here in the hospital, but she is currently stable. She’s even fighting the sedation they’ve given her as they work, which means she’s strong. She’s a fighter.”

“Can we see her?” Steve asked.

The doctor shook his head. “Not yet. One of us will come and get you as soon as she’s moved into a room.”

The next on his list is Precious.

“She and the baby are quite stable. A couple of broken bones, some lacerations, and a concussion. She’d been sitting behind the front passenger when they were hit. They’ve already lifted her sedation, and she should be coming around soon enough. We’ll want to monitor her a couple of days, but she should be able to go home after that if no complications arise.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said.

The hand not comforting Gracie by rubbing her back covered his face as his shoulders shook with the emotion he’d been trying to keep in check for so long. There was no shame in his features as he wiped the few tears that escaped when he returned his attention to the doctor.

Turning his attention to Ransom and Nick, the doctor relayed Contessa’s condition.

“She probably suffered the least number of injuries compared to the others. We’re not sure how or why, but she’s quite lucky to have only a few scratches and bruises. It must’ve helped that she sat in the front passenger furthest away from both the impact and the rolling damage the car took. There is a nasty gash near her hairline that will most likely scar, but it should be less noticeable within a few months. We’ll monitor her overnight and through tomorrow, but she should be able to head home sometime after that.”

Ransom’s exhale was only eclipsed by Nick’s as they took in the news.

That left them with Firecracker.

The doctor studied her chart until Frank finally demanded, “Just tell us.”

Another swallow from the doctor before he finally said, “She’s stable. Since she was sitting behind the driver, she does have more serious injuries. Similar broken bones, multiple lacerations, a concussion, and some internal bleeding we’re trying hard to stop. If things don’t improve however, there is a real chance she’ll lose the baby she’s carrying—”

Several gasps filled the air.

None of them had known she was pregnant, but none felt the same sucker punch to his gut as Frank did.

“Mr. Adler, I must ask,” the doctor began, swallowing, “but should it come down to it, what would you like us to do?”

Tugging the children in his arms closer, he didn’t have to think long or hard as he met the doctor’s sympathetic gaze. “You do whatever you have to to save my omega.”

Frank’s words were the first to cause a reaction in the stoic Curtis who’d been standing behind Frank and the kiddos. It was a pained whine not dissimilar to what Jake had let loose earlier. Unlike Jake, Curtis had no one to lean on or comfort him, but he didn’t seem to want it, either, with how he moved to a corner away from the others.

No one objected when the doctor made his exit, probably grateful to be away from the large clan that’s assembled in the room.

Having the updates seemed to calm them though they knew their loved ones weren’t out of the woods by any means. None of them would truly be content until they could be with them and see for themselves, but at least they had some news to hold onto.

At one point, Clay and Ari disappeared, but they came back soon enough, bringing enough food to feed everyone, especially the kids as they continued to wait.

Night had long since fallen and the kids had dropped off to sleep one by one before the doctor came back with another update.

The doctor’s relieved smile was enough to make them all let out the breaths they’d been holding.

“I can take only their packs back at this time, but we have them all resting comfortably in a large, communal room. I had a feeling you would all feel better seeing them all in one place.”

It took them a few minutes before they were ready to follow the doctor.

Bucky’s parents moved to sit next to a sleeping Gracie, promising to update her if she woke up.

Curtis, who’d been sitting in the corner, moved closer to Mary and Noah, promising to look out for them while Frank checked on Firecracker. Jake’s sister also promised to keep an eye on them though she remained next to her daughter.

With the children situated, the doctor led them out of the waiting room and down a few different corridors beyond the locked doors. Steve gripped Jake’s hand as they walked behind Bucky while Frank, Ransom, and Nick trailed behind them.

The walk seemed to take forever, but the doctor eventually tapped on a door softly before pushing it open, saying in an equally soft voice, “I hope you’re all up for some visitors.”

Several murmurs of agreement came back to them.

Jake had to swallow as he took in the four curtained sections of the room. Two beds on one side and two on the other as they came into the room.

Contessa and Precious rested on one side; Firecracker and Angel on the other.

None of them wasted time in getting to their loved one.

While Jake did spare a glance at the others, his gaze couldn’t help staying locked on Angel on her bed. The number of tubes and wires surrounding her had his heart thumping hard in his chest, attesting to how close they’d been to losing her.

Yet, she laid there with a sweet smile on her face and her hand extended towards them.

Steve didn’t hesitate in taking her hand and pressing several soft kisses to the few areas not marred by scratches or scrapes.

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

Her smile collapsed a second later as she glanced around the room, realizing how close they’d all been. Tears burned her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

“I didn’t see the other car. I wouldn’t have gone. I wouldn’t ha—”

Jake closed the distance between them, sitting gingerly on the edge of her bed, and shushed her. “It’s not your fault, Angel. None of this is your fault.”

“Precious?”

“She and the baby are fine,” Steve offered, gently squeezing her hand.

“Okay,” she said on a shaky breath. Her eyes widened a moment later and she tried to search the room. “Firecracker? She’s—”

“Still pregnant as far as we know,” Jake said this time, hoping to ease her anxiety before it got the better of her.

More tears streamed down her face, but this time, Jake and Steve knew it was from relief more than stress or anxiety.

“She told us this morning before we hit the shops. Oh, she was so shellshocked. I don’t think it was planned, but we were happy for her and for Frank. We were going to celebrate her news at lunch along with Precious, but…” Her words trailed off then, but then, Jake and Steve knew what she was going to say.

Before too long, Angel’s bed became surrounded by the others, much to Jake’s and Steve’s surprise.

Bucky moved first and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, Angel. You saved Precious. I’ll never be able to repay that kind of debt but thank you.”

Ransom and Nick came next and repeated the same soft kiss as Bucky.

“Kitten, I’m so mad at you right now, but thank you for saving our Contessa,” Ransom murmured. “We’re going to talk about your value as my best friend later.”

When Frank moved to do the same, Angel backed away and said first, “I didn’t do anything that Firecracker hasn’t been teaching me. I couldn’t have done any of it without her. She’s the real hero.”

“Funny because that’s what she’s calling you,” Frank countered, then pressed his kiss to her cheek. “We all owe you a debt.”

Steve and Jake shared a look before turning toward Angel. She seemed in no hurry to explain herself, so Ransom did it for her.

“When the paramedics arrived, your angel here decided to tell them to take the others first. She did her best to give them a rundown of what happened to each of them and where they hurt while never mentioning her own injuries until they finally got to her. Even then, she tried to downplay it while they loaded her in the last ambulance.”

“You rat,” Angel groused.

“Hey, it was your alpha that made me promise no secrets if one of us was hurt or hurting.”

Ransom had the nerve to wink at her.

“This isn’t what he meant,” she fired back.

Jake stepped in. “Oh, this is exactly what I meant, Angel. We’ll have a long talk about this when you’ve recovered enough.”

“I can think of better things to do than talk once I’m healed enough. Don’t you and Stevie want to do other things? I can name a few from our list that we still haven’t tried.”

“No. Nope. You aren’t going to get yourself out of this one, love,” Steve murmured though he did bite back a smile at her gumption and sass. If anything could’ve settled his fears, it would’ve been hearing her being sassy and playful with them.

The playfulness lasted long enough for a brief pout before her expression shifted again. This time, her face morphed into one of deep remorse.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I’ll try not to do that again.”

Jake huffed something akin to a laugh as he leaned close enough to press his cheek to hers, whispering, “We would love it if you didn’t. Our world isn’t right without you in it.”

The packs remained in the room until the doctors and nurses came to kick them out, citing hospital policy about visiting hours.

The kids had woken while they were gone.

Bucky hurried to Gracie’s side and assured her that Precious and the baby were fine.

Frank did the same with Mary and Noah, promising they could see Firecracker tomorrow when visiting hours came again.

Soon enough, they were all heading their separate ways for the evening.

Jake’s sister and niece followed him and Steve home.

Clay and the other Losers promised to be only a phone call away until Angel came home.

Bucky’s parents and sisters went with Bucky and Gracie.

Ari offered himself up for Nick and Ransom if they wanted some company while Curtis did the same for Frank and his kiddos. Neither offer is turned down.

True to the doctor’s predictions, Contessa was the first to be released. Precious soon followed, then Firecracker.

Angel ended up staying the longest. She’d been only too happy to finally be discharged and go home where she could finish her recovery in comfort.

Steve and Jake doted on Angel as much as she’d let them.

The same went for the other packs.

Jake did end up having that long talk with Angel even though she did her absolute best to distract him. She almost succeeded until Steve teamed up with Jake and made her behave in ways that worked for them all.

Eventually, the accident became nothing more than a bad memory though none of them truly forgot that day. It was one of the worst ones any of them had experienced and never wanted to experience again.

*****

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cheese-ducks · 3 months ago

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TWRP ORIGINS

Chapter 8: It Is Revealed That He Has No Plan

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(Warnings: descriptions of anxiety)

Sung stood menacingly above his bed like a sleep paralysis demon. He looked slightly uncanny, his face completely visible for the first time since they'd met. His eye sockets were dark voids with a white slit in place of a sclera, his ears were slightly bigger and pointed upwards. Jack quickly acclimated himself with Sung's inhuman features as he noticed similarities between them. Slim figure, messy brown hair, Sung was kind of right about them looking alike. That wasn't important right now but he'd noticed nonetheless.

"What do you mean 'what have I done to you'? You were the one giving me amnesia!" He couldn't believe Sung had the nerve to ask him that. Although, to be fair, it was Sung's first time sharing a vessel too.

"And did you look like that the whole time?" He added.

"Yes, of course I have!" Sung shouted, completely exasperated, like Jack was the first night he experienced possession symptoms. "And what I mean is you somehow made me nervous while we were busking tonight! How? Why?"

"Dude, I get nervous doing most things." Jack defensively retorted. "I'm just pretty good at hiding it."

"Doth my nubs bequeath me? You never brought that up when we discussed the game plan!" His audacity stained every word as he pointed at Jack.

"I didn't think it'd be a problem!"

While trying to recall exactly what was discussed that night, Jack suddenly remembered a crucial detail he hadn't thought about since it happened.

"And while we're on shit we never brought up on game plan night did you ever actually get my notebook pages back from Stan?"

"What notebook pages?" Sung asked innocently.

Jack took a deep breath upon hearing the careless response. Freaking out would not help right now.

"The pages with my song in it! Y'know the one with the stupid title?" Sung still looked clueless.

"The thing you gave to my brother, like the day after you possessed me?"

Sung made a low humming sound like he was trying to remember it.

"Strange, it's not coming to me, perhaps you need to be a bit more specific."

Was he messing with him? He couldn't have forgotten about that so easily, considering how eager he was to show it to Stan in the first place.

"Maybe it's 'stupid title' will jog my memory. What was it called again?" Sung's eyes darted around the room, trying not to give away his intentions.

"Dude, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Just tell me what you did with it."

"Must I repeat myself further? I told you I have no clue! I'm going to need more information than that." His laughter made Jack even more suspicious, but it was equally likely Sung just forgot. After all his memory was naturally garbage. Jack's cheeks turned a slight red as he let out a long sigh, knowing he'd have to play along and utter the embarrassing title.

"It's the one with the synthesizer bass line, one actual lyric, there's like a million layers to it, there's that break in the middle for a small drum solo..."

He'd walked right into it. Sung was eagerly waiting, his hand crudely covering up a sly smile. There was no turning back now.

"It's called 'The No Pants Dance'."

"Thank you!" Said Sung, grinning with pride as he retrieved the papers from under Jack's bed. "Of course I got it back after I realized you were unhappy with it, but I must admit the shame at such a fun track is uncalled for and confusing to say the least."

Jack snatched it from Sung's fingerless gloves and safely returned them to one out of a pile of notebooks he had scattered across his desk.

"Getting back on track, maybe if I wasn't blacked out I wouldn't be subconsciously giving you second hand anxiety."

"And what do you suppose we do about that?" Sung asked, not so subtlety eyeing the stack of notebooks. Jack immediately leaned against the desk, effectively blocking Sung's view and hopefully curtailing his fascination.

"Couldn't we just do what we did today but in reverse? Like, I could be in your head while you have the vessel?"

Sung was very apprehensive about the suggestion.

"I'm unsure. Humans are quite fragile and I wouldn't want to inadvertently harm you in any unforseen way."

Even though Sung was just being considerate, he didn't like to be referred to as fragile.

"However, I have underestimated you before. I didn't think you'd be able to handle consciously sharing the vessel today, and you somehow gave me prolonged fear during our performance." Sung was thinking out loud at this point, weighing the options and evidence. It was looking more possible by the second.

"We might just be able to do that."

At that moment they both realized the game plan wasn't as thorough as it should've been. Due to their general inexperience with each other and their particular situation, they hadn't actually made a full plan. Neither of them knew what to do, so even though it slightly terrified Jack, they were content to throw ideas at the wall and see what stuck.

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It was hard to describe. He saw everything through Sung's eyes, all three of them. It felt like he was having a really vivid dream. The kind of dream you have no control over, yet you're still aware that it's a dream. It was completely surreal being a passenger in his own body.

"Where are we headed again?" Jack asked, unsure how he did because he didn't have access to his mouth at the moment.

"To the High Top Express, my personal spaceship." Was this the same ship that crashed into the woods, or had he gotten another ship here? He figured it was the crashed ship. If Sung had gotten a functional space ship here, it would have made national news.

"It's been through hell and back, but it's never been out of commission for long, which is honestly pretty shocking considering that incident on the Communitas."

Jack shuddered thinking of what he could have possibly meant by that, but the fear was quickly replaced with confusion as to how he shuddered. He saw a light in the distance, growing brighter and brighter as Sung walked through the forest. He recognized it as the ship as they approached it. It was less on fire than it was the last time he saw it. They'd obviously been fixing it since the crash-land. Sung stopped in front of the hatch like door as he grabbed the handle.

"Are you sure about this, human?" Sung asked cautiously.

"For the millionth time, my name is Jack" he paused before answering the question. Was he? He was never really sure about anything, about his songs, about his nerves, about his life. Strangely, he didn't feel like that right now. There was more than the nerves now. There were exciting possibilities, new adventures to be had, and a familiar core of optimism. For the first time in his life, he was ready.

"I don't think I've ever been more sure."

#twrp #twrp band #twrp origins #twrp au #doctor sung #oc character #my fic

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kept forgetting to post these, but here, some silly scenarios and out-of-context moments & more with (my) Guy Gardner & Feste that I wrote up for @arcade-writing :) ;)

==(Warning: This is an EXTREMELY LONG POST)==

--(tfw you start shipping your friend's self-insert with canon.. Guy/Feste is so real and official in my heart and soul cuz it's so funny, and I really wanna share some of these snippet things I wrote cuz they're just too good to keep to myself)--

(Anyways, when I say this is long, I MEAN IT)

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Guy: Guy Gardner works alone! Ain't nobody worthy of workin' alongside me, you'll all just slow me down--

Feste: -walks in-

Guy: the ONLY guy worthy of workin' with me is sweet cheeks, here! -puts his arm around Feste's shoulders, giving a little squeeze, and kisses his cheek- I ain't accepting ANY offers. Ain't nobody could or ever WILL replace my best man!

Feste: ❔❔❔❔❔

----

Guy: Can I stay the night with you? I don't have the energy in me to go to mine. I just…… I just wanna….. cuddle for awhile… if that's alright with you…?

Feste, realizing just how bad Guy is doing: I will destroy whatever made you this way, just give me the word… but after we've had some sleep. You look awful.

Guy: ..Thanks.

----

Guy slicks his hair back and upwards one time at the beach, it's all wet and he makes a joke to Feste like "Hah, whadda y'think of my new hairdo?"

Feste looks like he's gonna be SICK. The utter horror that Guy did his hair in a way that looks like how Feste has envisioned in his nightmares.

Feste storming up to him, smacking his head and then quickly ruffling the hair until it sits like a bowlcut again and then kissing him and holding his face firm to look at him like "NEVER do that again."

Guy is confused and flustered, but he promises.

----

Guy: You wanna go blow up some asteroids later? I wanna see what that ring can do!

Feste: Oh, it's a date!

Guy:

Guy, faltering, ears going red but his face isn't: What

----

Guy: So why're you called 'Feste'? is it like some kinda self given title, like an ironic wordplay for the fact you're a Pink Lantern? I thought all you guys were supposed to be all 'ohhh la de da, mwuah mwuah I love life, I love you, and you, and you, and everything~' but you're more like when love festers and dies.

Feste:

Feste: ………Yeah, haha. yeah that's totally the reason. Pretty cool, right? festering love…

Guy: Yeah.

Feste: So what about you? Why's your name 'Guy'? Sounds pretty generic and bland compared to your gaudy personality.

Guy: GAUDY?! WHY YOU-- Ergh.. No. My parents named me that. Guess I was just a disappointment to everyone since birth. Hah.

Feste:

Feste: Are you okay, Guy? Do you wanna talk about it?

Guy:

Guy: ………..No. I'll be fine.

Guy:

Guy, puffs out his chest: Well now I'm THE Guy. The Guy everyone talks about! I'm THAT Guy! SO my parents can SUCK ON IT. ~'PathETIC PUny GArdnEr'~ is no more! If they could see me now, they'd be soiling their pants at what I'm capable of! I'm doin' more work savin' the world and more than that lousy old man has in all his years as a cop!

Feste:

Feste: Are you done?

Feste: Guy……have you ever considered your parents are idiots and their opinions don't matter?

Feste: do I need to kill them for you?

Guy: I thought you guys didn't kill?

Feste: I can make an exception.

Feste: I killed out of love and star sapphire has tried to kill Hal, I think I can kill your parents

Guy: Hal probably deserved it. Ah. Nah. Y'don't gotta kill'em. For all I know they're probably long gone by now, or on their way out, at least. Haven't seen or spoken to'em in years.

Guy: Good riddance, I say.

----

"Feste of Earth, your heart is so very lonely. Come. Join us and you will find your heart full once more in time. There is a great sense of love within you. With us, we shall help you to unlock that potential, to feel what it is that you desire. You will. find Love."

Feste: I'm sorry. W H A T

Star Sapphire: Feste of Earth, allow me. -leans down to caress his face and read into his heart and mind-

Feste: uhhhh uuhhhhhhhhhh

SS: I see what it is your heart desires. We shall heal you. This may take some time, however, as the universe is vast.

Feste: huh?? okay???

Guy Gardner on earth just stepping out of the shower:

Pink Ring: Guy Gardner of Earth--

Guy: WHOA HOLY &^#@$&@^#$^$@#?!??!

Pink Ring: --You are whom we seek. For there is one who is need of you.

Guy: The @#^$&# are you on about??

Pink Ring: Come. Accept this ring and see for yourself.

Guy: ..You gotta be ^&#@%&# me. I already got a ring -walking to retrieve the green ring on the table- I think I'm good now #%^$@# off--

Pink Ring: I am afraid you have no choice. This is an emergency of the heart and soul.

Guy: WAIT WAIT WAI--

Guy gets YOINKED by the pink light and the ring nestles itself onto his wedding ring finger, his outfit changes and he gets portaled to Feste.

Guy's Pink Ring: Feste of Earth. Your heart and soul's match has been found. May you both find comfort in each other's love.

Feste & Guy:

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Guy: I got a scar from taking an imitation toy parachute for a joy ride when I was 8. didn't go so well, got a scar on my head from it, you wanna see?

Feste: you what

Guy: Yeah! Look! I jumped off and landed wrong, snagged my head real good-- check it out!

Guy: -brushes his hair out of the way and leans down so Feste can see the scar-

Feste: I thought they hit you for stealing it-- that's kinda disappointing.

Guy:

Guy: How dare you.

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Feste sits in his room, getting ready for a surprise night out with Guy. He tossed out some verbal hints, but never right out said where they were going, but Feste could only assume it had something to do with cowboys. Still, Feste was going to dig through what he had to find something to fit the theme.

He was halfway dressed and digging through his dresser when he heard the door open, a sound of boots with the spurs that one could never mistake following suit. Feste looked up to see Guy leaning on the door frame with his arm, the other propped up on his quirked hip, legs crossed. He was dressed like a fancy cowboy, green suit with matching stetson and all. The tassels swayed from his movement.

"Y'ready, par'dner? We're gonna be late if y'don't get yerself dressed. C'mon, we're goin' to a rodeo bar. It's hoedown night an' they got th'bull out. Y'don't wanna miss that, now do ya?"

Feste shuddered at the accent Guy was putting on. If it weren't for their date, he'd have half a mind to jump him right then and there. Grab that stupid bolo tie and matching belt buckle, too--

"Come on, Feste! Don't tell me yer gonna be wearing just some jeans and a t-shirt. Don't you have anything, y'know.. more appropriate?"

"Why would I have--"

"Y'know what? I'll buy you one on the way! Get your shoes on and grab your stuff and let's go!"

Guy was a little too excited for this.. it was kind of cute, Feste thought.

----

Feste in the Lantern break-room one early morning, pouring some juice or whatever, they hear the door open and glance to look, but it turns into a double whiplash take as they see Guy Gardner walking in completely shirtless in only his boxers, a pair of ridiculous socks, and some slippers. he's shuffling in yawning, stretching with one arm behind his back while the other is scratching that happy trail from to navel to waistband.

bro doesn't even acknowledge Feste, just cracks open the fridge after scratching the light shadow on his face, grabs a carton of milk with a cheap tape and sharpie label on it with his name and starts chugging it, free arm resting on the top of the fridge door. he finishes, puts the cap back on, stuffs it back in the fridge, shuts the door and FINALLY looks over to see Feste.

"'Sup.. Didn't know anyone else would be up this &^%$ early." his voice is still groggy and has a slight gravel to it. and for once, he doesn't sound agitated.

----

Feste, questioning how this man can even survive, making up theories in his head about how he is and junk when he's back on earth:

Guy, on earth, walking with some lackluster groceries back to his place: -kicking garbage and using his ring to put it in the trash, shouting at a guy for bumping into him and almost getting into a fight about it-

Feste, watching: I was so right

Guy: -sees a kid trying to get something out of a tree on the side of the street- HEY! Hey! What do you think you're doin'?! -runs up and grabs the kid out of the tree-

Feste: Oh no -readies his ring-

Guy: That's dangerous! You could've fallen and gotten hurt or worse, you could've went crashin' into the busy street! You're lucky ole Guy Gardner's got his eyes on this city, kid! Ain't nothin' gonna slide past this Green Lantern! What're you tryin' to get outta that tree anyway?

Kid: -points and looks sad- sorry Mr.Gardner Green Lantern, sir..

Guy: Ah, it's nothin', kid, no worries. I got this, just you watch! -shifts them to his hip as he uses his ring to fly up and gets the thing down for them, handing it right to them- There now, y'see?

Kid, being placed back on the sidewalk: yay! Thank you!! You're so cool!!

Guy: It's nothin', kiddo, now I want ya t'promise me y'won't go climbin' anymore trees like that, y'hear? I don't want any o'you runts gettin' hurt doin' somethin' stupid like that. And.. -squats to the kids height and talks a little quieter- I may be a Green Lantern and we don't feel fear, but don't you go tellin' anybody you heard this, but you got me scared for a minute there!

Kid: Whoa.. Really?! I'm sorry! I promise!! I pinky promise I won't go doin' anythin' like that again! -holds out their hand-

Guy, laughs and gives them the pinky promise: Yeah, that's a good kid! Now run along and play safe!

Kid: Okay! Thank you again!! bye!!

Feste:

#ghostie mumbles #//long post #guy gardner #green lantern #pink lantern #my gosh this is such a beefy post holy crud

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