#because in the back of my mind i always felt gross and weird for being anti-recovery

[radinclus-not-radqueer]

if you don't wanna answer or I've misunderstood then feel free not to answer this! but you said in a post about people with paras being safe here, and you implied yourself being someone with a para who was lured in by radqueers to essentially accept your para. so my question is, when you tag things with like pro recovery from paras, does that mean you feel like you no longer have it? one thing that medical people always seem to say, and that radqueers say a lot, is that paras cannot be changed or overcome. which I'm sure is something that works as a strong motivation to draw in people with paras to just accept and embrace it. so I'm wondering what your experience has been now, recovering from a para in whatever way that means to you?

Recovering is mostly about overcoming the shame and guilt associated with paras, dealing with any trauma that may have caused them, and working to find coping mechanisms to not act on it. For the majority of people, you can't completely get rid of a paraphilia (just like you can't get rid of any other disorder/attraction).

Being pro recovery isn't about forcing people to "get rid of" their paraphilias (although radqueers try to claim it is), it's about supporting people getting help if they need it and also supporting people who don't need help.

Recovering means a lot of things to different people - in my experience, I've mostly tried to lessen the desire to act on my paraphilias via therapy and coping mechanisms, and recovered from being in pro-contact communities. For me, recovering has mostly meant healing the shame and guilt around being a paraphile, and working to not act on harmful paraphilias. I'm still a paraphile, I'm just a mostly-recovered paraphile because I don't feel shameful and guilty about it as much anymore and the desire to act on it is nowhere near as strong as it used to be.

[reareaotaku]

Brother's Best Friend [BBF]

Summary: Your older brother's best friend seems 2 have gained a little crush on you. Pairings: Yandere! Mike Wheeler x Reader [Possible Lucas x Reader?] Tw/Cw: Perv Mike, Aged up Mike, Dustin is older brother, They're like a year apart, They have different dads, Eddie is alive still for plot, The boys are upperclassman, Panty stealing-, Slight NSFW themes Taglist: @fxchild, @milesfairchild2, @maxiscoolongg, @penguinsravioli, @totallynotafroggie, @jackass-1 [Part 2?]

You didn't know much about your brother's best friend, Mike, but he always gave you this weird vibe. Though, your brother was weird too, so of course he attracted weird friends.

Thankfully, he was never mean to you, unlike Dustin's other friend, Lucas. Lucas had always found a reason to taunt you just for fun, nothing ever truly cruel, but it did get on your nerves. Though, your mother would always reassure you he was just teasing you, because that's what boys did.

You thought it was just plain annoying. You didn't understand why boys being mean to you meant they 'liked you.' Maybe they were just fucking mean.

---

You looked at the clock before realizing that you might be able to sneak into the kitchen and get something to drink. Your mother was probably asleep and you were sure Dustin was at a friend's house, so you were in the clear.

Though as you make it downstairs, you hear voices, causing you to groan. You slowly walk down the stairs, before peaking around the corner. It was Dustin and his D&D [?] friends? You weren't sure what they were doing, but it looked like they were playing that stupid game.

You tried to sneak past, but those boys must have had some keen hearing. Mike nearly instantly notices you and you both make intense eye contact. You froze, hoping he wouldn't say something. Thankfully, he didn't. Unfortunately, someone else did.

Eddie was the first to acknowledge you and you couldn't help the annoyed/disgusted face that appeared.

"Aww, that's not a pretty face."

"It's past midnight- Why are you guys in our house? Go home."

"Chill out, Y/n. We're just finishing our game." Dustin says, not even looking at you.

"Yeah, Y/n. Calm down. We'll leave when it's over," Lucas says, "Besides it's not like we're bothering you."

"Whatever." You roll your eyes and head to the kitchen.

You hurry and get your drink, before heading back up to your room. Mike watches you like a love sick puppy, which catches Dustin's attention.

"Hey, that's my sister," Dustin whisper yells.

"You're only like half siblings," Mike says, not looking over at Dustin.

Dustin glares at him, annoyed, "I don't care if she's my third cousin two times removed, you still can't date her. Don't date your friends' family."

Mike isn't listening, his mind obviously elsewhere. Dustin smacks Mike on the back of the head, causing him to wince.

"What was that for?"

"You're being a pervert, that's what."

"No I wasn't. I was just... Making sure she didn't fall."

"Uhuh, come on, it's your turn."

"Besides," Lucas pipes up, causing both Mike and Dustin to look at him. "You don't have a chance with her in any world."

"Man whatever."

---

Mike knew he shouldn't. It was gross. It was perverted. It was awful, but he didn't care. He looked through your cabinets, opening drawers from your dresser, hoping to find the gold mine. His eyes lit up when he finally found what he was looking for. He was hesitant, but he decided screw it. He grabbed a pair of frilly panties before stuffing them in his pants.

He knew it was wrong. He really did, but god it felt so good. He applauded himself for taking a clean pair instead of a dirty pair. It was the only lenience he'd give himself of not being a nasty, disgusting pervert.

But he knows... He knows if he had had the time, he would have. It was a terrible thought, but he knows. He probably would have jacked off on your bed with some of your underwear on his cock, while having sniffing another pair.

---

Mike spots you leaving the school, quickly opening the car door and rushing towards you while calling your name.

"Y/n!"

You sigh, but ultimately stop so he can catch up. He leans over, catching his breath, before straightening up.

"Where you going?"

"Home?" You look at him as if he had just asked you the stupidest question in the world.

"Home- Yeah, that's where I'm heading too."

"Hopefully, you mean your own house and not mine."

"Yeah, of course. You know if you ever need help with work, I'm always free for you." He says balancing on his feet, while looking at you sheepishly.

"I'm in AP classes?" Your eyes scrunch together. "In fact, I think I'm above you in some subjects."

"If you want to come over, to work with someone, you can always come over."

"Yeah... Probably not, but thanks... I guess?"

You try and push past him, but he blocks your way, causing you to groan.

"I mean we don't have to do work. We can just hang out."

"Hang out? With my brother's friend. Oh my god, what a great offer."

"Really?"

"No. Now move."

He sighs, but ultimately gets out of your way. He turns around, watching you get into the car with some of your friends. He didn't know why you were playing hard to get, but he wouldn't give up that easily.

[tan1shere]

Hi I was wondering if you could please write a billie fic where she comforts the reader? it could literally be anything at all i just like the hurt/comfort or angsty that ends off fluffy kinda stuff if that makes sense!! 💙

You're My Comfort

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: coming rightttt up !! Enjoy, babe <3 (this is a lil short I'm sawry ☹) -alsooo dunno If you just put that heart or want to be on my emoji anons, just lmk if so !

Summary: you had been struggling lately, and like always you bottled it up, til you were at your breaking point. But rest assured billie was there to pick you back up again.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, anxiety attack and slight depression, bit sad but fluffynezzz near da end 😇

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You loved weather like this, it made you feel comfortable and secure in your own weird little way. You've always loved the rain. The foggy atmosphere. As crazy as it sounds it brought you joy. So when Billie found you out, laying in your guys backyard. Letting the rain drench your body. She knew you were at your happiest. Or were you?

No. The answer was no. You had been a tad more distant with her recently and it did worry her, you were always so bubbly but she was very aware of the depressive states you'd occasionally get into. It worried her more so, the fact she never knew when. You'd keep it to yourself because you never wanted to feel like a nuisance. Like you were troubling her. But little did you know she'd help massively. She came out, seeing your body laying down, back against the grass. It was pouring down, you were truly soaked and maybe even a little cold. You felt cold regardless. Icy.

She got on the ground with you. "Talk to me." She said calmly. Looking to her side at your face. You had silent tears which she thankfully couldn't see. You didn't respond at first. "Please." She pleaded, grabbing your hand and placing it in hers. You could be in mud and she'd still join you. You didn't know why you weren't worth the trouble. Your head turns to face her, blank. No emotion. "Isnt the rain pretty." You averted your attention back on the dull sky. Making her sigh. "Baby, Somethings really bothering you. Are you getting into a depressive state again?" Again, no answer. But if she kept going you might just break.

"Are you feeling gross-?" - "Yes billie. I'm feeling disgusting. I feel stupid and i don't even know why, maybe it was that dumb interaction I had with that lady the other day. Maybe I'm freaking out like crazy because I can't seem to get this little tiny demon. Out. Of. My. Head."

She stared at you in shock as you were shaking, you hadn't even noticed. But now tears were streaming out. Billie immediately wraps you in her embrace, saying nothing. Letting you cry in the safety net of her arms. Your eyes soon shut letting out all that pent up emotion, that you tried so desperately to get rid of. Turns out you needed what Bill was doing. You needed that kind of warmth. Being in your true happy place. Her hand strokes your hair sweetly, her chin resting atop your head. Wishing she could take all your pain away.

You sob into her chest, shaking uncontrollably. But not because you were cold. Your heart rate picked up, feeling every little thing come crashing down. She rocks you in her arms, giving quiet shh's repeating "You're ok. Its fine." Until your breathing eventually calms down, getting over that pesky anxiety attack. "There you go." She speaks, moving your wet hair out of your face.

"I'm worthless Bil." Her brows furrow. "Where on earth is that coming from love?" You shrug. "My brain, it keeps repeating it. Over and over." She looks in your eyes. "Well say that it's not true and tell it to go find some other mind to bug. You're not worthless baby, you're amazing. And strong might I add. Dealing with this almost every day. I'm proud of you." Your eyes gleam as she says those 4 words, having a small smile on your face after what felt like weeks. It warms her heart tremendously. Missing that smile heaps. Her arms wrap you in such a warm hug briefly.

"I get you angel girl. Always have, yeah?" She explains, pulling back to cup your face. "But you need to let me in. Please." You want to now. Even if you and billie haven't been dating for long, you knew you were in love with her. And that kept growing and growing each day. "Let me help you I'm here, and I always will be." You nod at her, a thumb swiping under your eye shortly after. The rain continues to cascade over you both. "Billie?" She hums in response. Admiring your features. "I think i love you."

A long pause emerges making you panic. "Well I mean- not think that sounds a bit mean and i-" Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss. Shutting up that silly rambling. "You're adorable." She laughs a little. "I love you." Your eyes light up as she says that. "You're truly my comfort Billie, thank you for that." She smiles big time, bringing you back into her arms. "Head up baby girl, I ain't leaving."

"Promise?"

Her smile grows.

"Going to put a ring on that finger. I promise."

:,)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for breaking up with my boyfriend because he’s hypersexual?

nsft/nsfw warning - mentions of sex, manipulation, etc.

🦷

(to find later)

I (19m) just broke up with my boyfriend (18m) of over one and a half years last night.

For context, I’m demisexual and he’s known this from the very beginning. Plus, I’m a transgender guy and when we first got together I was at the very start of my transition and still extremely uncomfortable with my body. So, sex was just kind of out of the question, and I made that very clear.

Nonetheless, whenever we cuddled he still got all touchy, kissed my neck and begged me to take my clothes off, etc. Whenever I protested, he got all whiny and did that weird puppy eyes thing. He usually gave up after a while and apologized, but it always left me feeling guilty and like I was depriving him of something.

After a while, he told me he’s hypersexual and he’s sorry if he gets a little "too much" sometimes. But he reassured me that he loves me and even if we never get intimate, he wants to be with me. I believed him.

Still, his behavior continued and after a while I just gave in and took my clothes off for him, let him kiss me… you get it. When I put my shirt back on I asked if he was happy now and he got all upset. He was pouting and told me that he never forced me to do anything and he wants me to enjoy these things too. It’s true, he never forced me to do anything but he always got all touchy feely and it made me feel like I had to give him something.

As the relationship progressed, I just resorted to giving him oral to satisfy him but he always insisted on returning the favor. The thing is, I was his first relationship and he didn’t have much experience. So, whenever he tried anything, I barely felt anything. Even with tons of communication and showing him how to do things. It just left me feeling gross and unsatisfied.

At some point, I decided I had to let him do the full thing. (stupid, I know, but I’m an insecure 19 year old) So, we did it and I hated it. It felt uncomfortable and he didn’t even try to give me any sort of pleasure, he just ran off to take a shower after he finished. I cried in his bed that night but never told him about it. I just pretended to be okay and to like this stuff.

When I told him I wanted to get top surgery, he begged me not to get it or to get the keyhole procedure so I don’t lose feeling in my nipples. Because it’s the only way he’s ever been able to give me pleasure. I don’t really wanna spell it out, but yeah.

When I told him that being shirtless during the nasty made me wanna cry, he told me that he never asked me to take my shirt or binder off. I just did it. But the thing is, I did it because he liked it. Never once did he apologize or comfort me. It just made me feel disgusting and extremely dysphoric.

He always blamed all his behavior on being hypersexual and not being able to control himself when I’m so cute. Or whatever…

So, I made up my mind to break up with him. The thing is, I know all of this makes him sound horrible. But he was genuinely a good boyfriend and I love him a lot. So, I feel like shit for breaking up with him just because he’s hypersexual. I tried to talk to him about it and find a solution, but he never changed despite promising to do so. I don’t really see what else I could’ve done.

Am I the asshole for this? I’d appreciate it if other hypersexual people could give me their opinions on this! Because I don’t want to believe that this is how hypersexual people usually act.

What are these acronyms?

[osamusbigtits]

"I'm nervous," atsumu says.

suna lays next to him. they ended up on the living room floor of atsumu's new apartment. there's little furniture, so atsumu suggested the floor as a joke. and suna took him up on it.

"about sakusa?" suna asks. he turns, propping his head on his hand to look at atsumu. atsumu keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

"yeah. I think we're... gonna do it this weekend."

suna hums. "you should probably get used to saying sex."

atsumu closes his eyes. even the word makes his stomach churn. not because he doesn't want it. he does. he wants things to go that far with kiyoomi, he wants to cross that line, to where they know each other so intimately they can't come back from it.

but atsumu is so scared. and so inexperienced.

"I haven't told him it'll be my first time." atsumu covers his face. "it's so embarrassing. I'm an adult."

"there are plenty of adults who are virgins," suna says.

"not you, though."

"my circumstances were different."

atsumu sighs. it's true. atsumu didn't have any significant relationships in high school. there was never the chance to explore then. after high school, he fumbled his way through dating apps, but nothing ever got serious. and atsumu always wanted something serious and not just a one night stand.

"you should tell sakusa. talking is very important, even if it feels awkward." suna shifts, laying back down. "I made that mistake. not making my boundaries clear enough. that only makes things worse in the end."

"what if it changes his mind?"

"how do you know he isn't also a virgin?" suna asks.

atsumu stays quiet. because he doesn't know. he never stopped to consider that maybe kiyoomi is. a guy that handsome has to have had sex before.

"he won't, by the way," suna continues. "if he loves you, and anyone would have to to put up with you, this definitely wouldn't be a deal breaker. if anything, it might make it that much more important. if he's as... sentimental as you are."

atsumu frowns. he's not sure that kiyoomi is. atsumu stole the chopsticks from their first dinner together. what has kiyoomi done to commemorate their moments together?

"does it hurt?" atsumu blurts out. truly, that's the question that's eating at him. he's never done anything down there. the idea of being penetrated makes him feel a little nauseous.

suna takes a breath. "uh, yeah. if you're bottoming, it does the first time. but, there's preparation that happens and lube helps make it easier. don't follow porn and just have it rammed in there." he shudders.

"did you do that?"

suna closes his eyes. "don't tell osamu I told you this. but we definitely should've taken things slower that first time. he stopped me because it was painful after taking it for a while. I felt so bad, I pulled out so quickly, which was... not the best choice. he fucking farted so loud I thought he shit himself." atsumu can't help his laugh, even if imagining his brother compromised like that grosses him out. "so. talking and checking in with each other is important."

"oh god," atsumu groans.

"also just remember you're both human. bodies do weird things, rather than be embarrassed it's better to remember it's not that serious," suna says. atsumu watches as suna smiles to himself, seemingly in a happy memory. "and in the end, you both love each other. and that's what's important."

it sounds easy in theory. he wonders how easy it'd be in practice.

"you think I can push it off a bit?" atsumu asks, nerves still getting to him.

"talk to sakusa. maybe you need to start with just exploring each other. have you even see him naked outside of a locker room yet?" atsumu doesn't answer. "start there. sleep naked together. start with grinding, handjobs, blowjobs. start simple and work your way up so you're more comfortable with it. I'm sure he'd be happy to go along at your speed."

atsumu nods. he's glad he has suna to talk to about it. and that he can learn from suna's mistake.

"did samu shit himself?" atsumu asks.

suna pushes atsumu's shoulder. "that's what you got from this?!"

atsumu cackles.

[hanjisunglover]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 - Han Jisung

pairing: han jisung x chubby fem!reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

summary: y/n always hated her body, she doesn't like her thick thighs, or the way her tummy looks, her arms, her face more round than the others. she tried so much to change in the years but every diet was nothing, jisung on the other side loves her with all of her heart.

Jisung it's like your safe space.

You know that with him you feel safe, he's not gonna judge you if you wear a pair of shorts, he's not gonna stare at you with different eyes if you're changing in front of him, because you guys knows each other since you guys were middle school. You can tell that the way that he's looking at you that he's feeling safe and comfortable too. But..

But you still feel like someday, he's gonna wake up and change his mind, deciding to leave your side. To walk out of your life like nothing really happened and you're gonna be heartbroken after loosing your only friend and only person that you ever loved.

That what insecurity is. You feel like everything it's fine for a short time, and then your thoughts are sticking in your mind, filling your mind with things that normally you wouldn't thinking about jisung or you.

You are in front of the mirror, your shirt lightly move up to reveal your tummy, chubbier than other people. Your thighs that are thick and something that you always felt insecure in, covering them with long and baggy pants. Your hips that are more curvy than others, you just feel that everything on you it's too much. too much to handle, too much to love.

"y/n? whatcha doin?" Jisung's voice makes your shirt goes down again and your cheeks slowly get red, he caught you as you were hating every single inch of your skin. "nothin, waiting for you."

His eyebrow moves up, giving you a suspicious face that you wash off with a fake smile, you move your shirt as down as possible. "you're being weird, why?"

You shake your head, walking toward the bed as you press your lips together, squeezing your thick thighs together, just the movement makes jisung blush. He loves the feeling of your skin against his, it's just refreshing for him. He put his phone away and he sits next to you, with a light smile.

That's when you start to talk, "I just, you know that I don't like my body," jisung's hand reach your thigh, squeezing it in his fingers as he pass his thumb over and over your smooth and warm skin. Because just the touch makes him feel so alive. "yeah and literally I don't understand why."

His chuckles surprises you, his hand feels so good against your skin that you almost forgot what you were so mad about your self. "what? you cannot be serious, this is gross-"

"This, is what I love the most about you," His voice it's like honey straight out from the battle, making you blush because you never thought that Jisung could see you like that, "it's, cute.. and ugh, adorable. it's soft, I can hold so much when I hug you."

He moves his arms around your waist, making you blush harder when he gets so close to you, his head lean on your shoulder as you get so shy and blushy, "you.. are damn gorgeous, pretty girl."

"I'm not," you whispers, almost too quiet for him to actually get what you said but it's fine, cause jisung always knows what to do or say to make you feel right. He stroke your back with one hand as he lift you up like nothing, "w-woah.. hey let me go."

Your eyes are wide open as you look at him, your cheeks red as he place you on his lap, you try your best to let you not totally on his thighs, to not let him really feel how heavy you can be. His hands finish on your hips pushing you down. "Sit damn comfortably y/n, com'on it's just me."

He murmurs as he moves some hair from the way, looking in your eyes with a deep affection, your breath get sharply as you try to not say anything back; cause it's a real dead war. You're never gonna change his mind about that, he's too stubborn. "listen I, I really love you. Not because of your body - even if I love this damn curves more than you can imagine - or because your look. I love you because you are you. I love you. I love your talk. the way that you explain things to me even if I already know them, the little giggle that you make when I share music with you. Your fingers between my hair, you're sing when I play the guitar, you are the movies that you quote and the smile in your face. you're my person."

[peachhcs]

sharks development camp

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a blurb of macklin talking to will about samy and their breakup while at the sharks development camp.

i got inspired from that one post i saw where will and macklin are roommates at the dev camp, so i produced this short little snippet. it's actually kind of cutie because will's being like an older brother in a way :)

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the two boys practically collapsed onto their beds as soon as they were back in the room. the few days they'd been in san jose were extremely fun, but also very exhausting. they were on the ice from sun up to sun down basically, so breaks were far and few between.

at least it was good for getting a full night's sleep because all the boys were out by the time the day finished. will rolled onto his side, reaching for his phone he stuffed into his backpack that was a little bit more than an arm's length away from him at the moment. he stretched a little bit farther and was able to wrap his fingers around the device in the side pocket.

he scanned down the list of notifications for anything important. there were a few texts from his mom and the family group chat, but other than that, things were pretty quiet on will's phone. it'd become a lot quieter now that there was no multiple messages from samy.

will didn't want to admit to himself that he missed seeing her name on his screen with about 10 different messages from her in the time he was at practice.

"can i ask you a bit of a..personal question?" macklin's voice broke will from his thoughts. the older boy rolled to the side macklin was on who stared up at the ceiling.

"what?"

"you're not a virgin, are you?" well, that definitely was a personal question. will's expression twisted for a second before shaking his head.

"uh..yeah, no. i'm not," shit. every. single. conversation. led will right back to samy. at least he didn't spiral this time unlike last time back at the combine where he pretty much made himself look super pathetic.

"okay, sorry. that was like..weird and personal. i don't know. i feel like every person i've talked to isn't and it makes me feel weird sometimes because like..i haven't done.." macklin trailed off realizing this was a weird conversation topic.

"no, it's fine. i get it. i was the same too for a long time," the blonde said and he felt like he was being some older brother right now.

"really?"

"yeah, i didn't like..actually do anything until i was 18," will said almost in embarrassment, but he knew that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about.

"oh. wow. was it like..a hookup or like.." macklin kept asking which will didn't mind. he kind of wished he had someone like himself when he was 16, 17, 18 to talk about all of this. none of his friends really talked about it a whole lot, or they did but it was always in a weird, gross way.

"no, it was with my ex girlfriend," will flinched saying ex girlfriend. it felt so weird calling samy that.

"wait, ex girlfriend?" macklin sat up, confusion on his features.

the blonde's face flushed a little, "oh, i guess we haven't really told people. uh, samy and i broke up."

he watched the brunette's eyes widen in shock, "you broke up? when?"

"like..early june?"

"wait, why? i thought you two were like..oh my god, is that why samy like avoided you when you came over and talked to us at the draft?" macklin's eyes widened in realization.

"yeah..basically. i don't know. i..i kind of realize it was a shitty decision on my part, but i don't really know how to fix it," the older boy admitted, sitting up some.

"did something happen? like what happened?"

"nothing bad..i just..i freaked a bit when i signed on last month. i think i got into my head a little too much and i made the decision without talking it out before i did. she won't talk to me really, though so i can't talk to her," will shrugged, a frown on his lips.

"oh, wow. i'm sorry. i didn't know," the brunette frowned too.

"don't worry. it's my fault and i kind of deserve being avoided."

"maybe i can talk to her? she kind of took beckett and i under her wing at the draft, so maybe we can talk her up," macklin laughed a little.

"no, it's fine. i'll see her anyway at our family vacation, so maybe i can..talk to her or something," will waved the boy off.

"well, if it's any consolation, i think she'd take you back if she heard you out. from what i knew, you guys really cared about each other," macklin shrugged a bit.

"thanks, i appreciate that," will managed a small smile.

the two started getting into talking about something else, but samy lingered on will's mind for the rest of the night. when macklin fell asleep will seriously thought about reaching out to her. his finger hovered above the send button and he deleted and retyped a bunch of messages, but he ultimately decided he shouldn't because why would she even want hear from him anyway?

[riririnnnn]

When Bachira was first introduced, I actually didn't quite like his character much.

At a quick first glance, it's not tough to perceive him as the stereotypical quirky best friend/companion character for a protagonist—at least, that's what I judged him to be. Not hating on sunshine characters, but the first thing that came into my mind was, "So cliché." After Ego's such an intense speech, I just didn't appreciate the thought of a character being opposite to the more serious tone of the Manga; felt like pushing a character into the bandwagon of, "Idc if I'm weird, I love being me."

But now if someone were to say that they don't like Bachira, then I give them the most diabolical side-eye to have ever side-eyed in the history of side-eyeing.

I don't know how or maybe Rin was speaking with what he had experienced himself, but he grasped Bachira's character much better and before Isagi did (read left to right):

I didn't think of it much at that time, I just thought Rin was just being all high and mighty, but a small realisation did form in the back of my mind that despite the whole concept/ideal of Blue Lock and being a top notch player himself, Bachira always appeared like he was looking for someone and while others were trying make a goal by themselves in the Team Z, he was passing to Isagi—that's one of the reason I think Ego saw through too, maybe that's why Bachira was in Team Z and not higher.

Panning the focus to his childhood:

Just look at him trying to convince them to play more soccer with him.

*sigh*

He is so precious and my heart nearly broke when those kids were calling him gross and weird:

As someone with Mommy issues, you might not fully understand how much I adore Bachira's mother. Without her, Bachira would've lost himself completely. She is just amazing.

..but:

It was because of her that Bachira was able to continue believing in himself. He didn't want to lose the voice that others lost—that's one of the reasons why I think he made an imaginary friend, his monster, so that he wouldn't forget the voice.

However, amidst everything, he was just.. lonely.

He envisioned his soccer through the image of his monster. It was easier that way, at least, for him. However, he could only see that monster in those who were behind the screens—the actual pro players. That's why he wished to play just like them and to find someone who played soccer like him, understood the 'fun' part of soccer.

He was so lonely..

..and that's when Isagi came:

I'm so sorry to all Isagi x Bachira shipper, but I, sometimes, can't help but low-key despise you guys. I'm not saying all, but many of you have just reduced them to a Twink x Twink ship. I'm not against shipping, ship whoever you want as long as it's morally ethical and you aren't shoving it down my throat, but this ship does overshadows the actual beauty of their relation—their beautiful friendship.

Bachira had already started doubting himself whether he'd ever find someone or not—whether he'd be forever lonely with his soccer or not and that's when Isagi came. That's why Bachira loves Isagi so much—he was his first true friend after all.

Just to clarify again, I'm not against Isagi x Bachira ship and neither do I hate it. Please do not attack me. I'm not trying to shame anyone for shipping them.

I hope @thebluelockroyals, you now understand why I think Bachira has a sad backstory.

Loneliness is awful and the fear of never finding someone who understands you and your love for something you enjoy is heart wrenching. Some might argue that he got a wonderful mother, but sometimes, it's just not enough. Helplessness never sees your comfort—he had her, but he wished for someone who resonated in the same frequency as him.

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This face screams, "I ated glass":

Younger!Bachira gives me so much baby fever. God! The cuteness aggression! I'll definitely give my own child the same hairstyle as his.

[16ciggy]

types of piercings the jjk characters would get (wlw included, some sex scenes a lil, i kinda got carried away and wrote an entire story for sukuna bc i love him.... mb guys)

reader is in love with piercings btw

[ NOBARA , YUJI , MEGUMI , GOJO , TOJI , GETO AND SUKUNA INCLUDED ]

SATORU GOJO

i think bro wouldn't really wanna 'mess' up anything much and would go for normal ear piercings (if he wanted it) and that's that. "piercings? on my face or body elsewhere??? why would i do that?" he'd say, his face turning sour when being asked if he would pierce his face or body in any way. he doesn't want some metal pierce through his body or face at all, he'd definitely feel grossed out too by knowing something is within his skin and staying in there FOREVER. you both had a conversation about how gojo might enhance his appearance if he were to get piercings and he immediately said 'no'. buuuuttttt that doesn't mean he disregards your passion and love for piercings either, he has come by your shop to watch you pierce your clients or discuss with them on the desired piercings your clients wants. some of them even ended up becoming your friends too–gojo is in awe when he sees on how much of a social butterfly you are, he's proud of your work and he is in love with the way you do things with piercings too. he always asks on how were the piercings that you've done for your clients and you'd always give a full on detail on how it went, sometimes he can't even believe his own ears on what types of piercings you did—let alone, them even existing...

TOJI

hmmmmmm.... eyebrows piercing for SURE. i can imagine it,, he would even like it too. he'd grin at himself as he admire his piercing through those eyebrows of his. he'd probably have a king's crown piercing too (a ring pierced through the head of the dick) and he'll talk so much of it, but why? he just wants to add some extra feeling for you when he fucks you down on that ol'rotting couch of his—you could feel it too and it felt a bit weird at first to experience your boyfriend's ring inside of you but you gradually got over it and agreed that it helped to spice up the sex.

SUGURU GETO

he never really thought too much of having piercings but he wouldn't mind more. one day he decided to get a tongue piercing to reduce the taste of the cursed spirits he swallows because he couldn't falter the taste of them, the tongue piercing did help somewhat but he was also afraid that he might end up swallowing the piercing too—but you reassure him that nothing bad will happen, he smiles and kisses you, "god, your lips are the best to taste after every cursed spirit."

NOBARA

either snake or spider bites tbh (two rings either pierced by the side or opposites by each other on the lips) she says that it makes her look cool and she HATES IT whenever men are like "no one is gonna want you with those piercings.. it makes you less ladylike.", she HATESSSS IT. because, shes's doing it for YOU because you liked them. even though she seems like a heartless jerk, she loves like a golden retriever. you can't count how many times she has done these cute things like building a house for you in minecraft or buying your favourite desserts when you're on your period. "baby, im going for a mission, i'll be back later. love you, my angel." she kisses your forehead so gently before walking out the door and only for her lip piercings to be returned back to you. you were never given a reason on what happened, not even one ounce of word spoken by these random group of sorcerers. one shibuya night turned into a nightmare and you never saw your girlfriend ever again.

YUJI ITADORI

he'd have his tooth pierced with your initial on it and he lets everyone know it by flashing a big smile almost all the time. you warn him of smile lines and he'd simply just grin at you and laugh, "at least these smile lines were mostly by you!", you ruffle his hair as he laid his head on your shoulders before pulling your waist in closer to his body. he was never a big fan of piercings either—until he met you, an individual whom was fond of piercings and he decided to just have your initial pierced right on his tooth; his strongest appearance happens to be his smile too.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

ooooohh..... hot take.. but he'd definitely be a quiet punk when hes not a sorcerer in the day time. he has nipple piercings, ear piercings, eyebrow, lips—you name em. there's no specifics too because he has a LOT of them. he defo paints his nails black too. when you both bumped into eachother in shibuya at night you did not expect to see gojo's son just having those amount of piercings and even hid it perfectly WELL. your hormones were suddenly RAGING when you saw him, you just had to fuck him so badly otherwise you'd go feral. megumi didn't mind tho because he kinda had a major big crush on you and he wasn't worried about his dick but thats when you got even surprised. because.... well... he got piercings on them too, he really did follow his biological dad. "aw, you scared im gonna eat you or sum'thing? cute." he smirks, getting closer to you and your heart racing even more when his cock is just getting nearer to your face—next thing you know, you were getting choked on it with the metal piercings just gauging down your throat as it hit every walls within it. "fuck— never knew you could suck dick—" he grunts, trying to hold in his moans with his hands clutching on to his mouth for dear's life.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

ear piercings + septum piercing. his face is already scary enough and with that nose piercing already adds in a whole'nother fear when people glances or even looks in his direction. "tsk. it's just a nose piercing, why does every human gotta act like a brat?" he sighs. heavily. he's deeply annoyed in how everyone is afraid of him, he's trying to be a bit nicer now because of you. but that isn't anyone's fault to be afraid of the king of curses either. he sits up from his throne and walks down the flight of stairs to look for you. when he spots you cleaning the hallway with a half assed broken broom, he walks towards you quietly and calls out your name loudly which scared you, "(Y/N). My room, now.", you nodded quickly and thought he just needed to relieve himself. when you arrived into his room, you locked the door behind you and got to undressin— "stop that. that's not what i asked you to come here for." he states, clearing out his throat while he prepared what to say next, "Am I terrifying?" he asks. you just stared at him and the corner of your lips started to curl into a smile, then slowly a giggle. "is this why you asked me to come? yes, you are terrifying." you smiled and he grumbled in annoyance. "then??? how am i suppose to become 'gentle'?!" he roars, jolting up from the edge of the bed, "gentle? why do you want to be gentle?" you asked confusingly, staring into his dull eyes until it clicked. you told him a few weeks ago you were into men who were gentle and not rough, was this why his sex style changed too? this is the man who pounded your back everyday of the week until you were crying from pleasure, now he's kissing your neck and gently holding your thighs up as he's thrusting into your pussy until you're soaking wet when you are getting fucked lately. "it's because on what you told me!" he cocks his head in annoyance, his feet slapping the floor constantly while his arms were crossed. you laughed non stop until he felt embarrassed, you touched his arm and he quickly jerked away from it. "don't be like that, you can still look scary but be gentle, my love—", you wheezed, trying to get a hold of your breathing but you just.. couldn't. this shit was too funny. "people looks at me differently with the septum piercing. do i look more scarier with it??" he asks, he looks so serious—you can't- no way, no way in hell he is acting like a kid over what you said. you comforted him in the end after you stopped laughing but he was still mad at your reaction.

[ticklygiggles]

Day 1 - Ginny's Birthday Extravaganza

A/N: We have Victuuri for the first drabble/lil fic from Ginny's week! I hope you enjoy this baby! I love you very much!

Summary: Yuuri feels insecure during the off-season because certain boyfriend of his is acting weird!

Yuuri hated himself. Oh, he despised himself. Loathed himself. He knew very well how fast he gained weight during off season and he was never really bothered by it, yes it was a hassle to get back in shape, but with Minako-sensei’s help and his own determination, he could easily do it.

He never really didn’t mind gaining weight… until he started dating Victor. 

Victor, not only his new coach, but also his lover, knew about Yuuri’s little trait during the off-season. He has seen it after coming to Japan from Russia for the first time; he had helped Yuuri lose weight himself, so Yuuri never thought that Victor would actually feel troubled towards him for getting softer, until he started to notice the changes. 

They were hard to see, honestly, but Yuuri was an anxious person, self-conscious, and an overthinker, so any change, especially related to Victor, could be easily noticed by him in a second. First, he started to notice how Victor looked at him less, barely meeting eyes when they spoke to each other, let alone having his eyes checking him out like he usually caught him doing. Then, he noticed how Victor started to touch him less: the hands on his waist, thighs and hips were all gone, if he was lucky he would get a gentle squeeze to his shoulder, but even during bedtime, Victor wouldn’t hold him tight against him like every other night.

This situation was eating Yuuri alive. He was restless. Kept awake at night and felt extremely shy around Victor, almost scared of being in his sight. He did notice Victor talked to him as always, bright and vibrant, but Yuuri just couldn’t brush off those anxious thoughts filling his mind due to Victor’s behavior towards him. 

He could lose weight if that was what Victor wanted, but could he, at least, treat him like he normally would? Could he be gentle and sweet and loving towards him? Did he find Yuuri that gross? He wanted to know, he died to know so he was just mildly surprised when certain words suddenly burst out one day:

“Victor, do you hate me?” Yuuri asked one afternoon, standing right in front of Victor as the russian sat on the couch, watching a movie. 

Victor’s eyes widened widely and he was quick to hold Yuuri’s hands between his and something jumped warmly inside Yuuri’s chest. 

“Why do you ask me so, Yuuri?!” Victor said, almost breathless. “How could I possibly hate you?! What do you mean?”

Something akin to relief spread across Yuuri’s chest, but if Victor didn’t actually hate him, then why was he acting so strangely now? 

“Because… I gained weight,” Yuuri said in a shy whisper, avoiding looking at Victor’s eyes as he felt his cheeks getting warm. “You… are distant. Perhaps you hate me because I look like this now?”

Victor blinked, staring at Yuuri with a tumult of emotions before he started to laugh. Yuuri raised his face to look at him with wide eyes, the blush on his cheeks deepening. Was Victor laughing at him? Was he really-

“Oh, my Yuuri,” Victor said, cleaning a single tear from the bottom of his eye with the back of his hand. “How could I hate you for that? On the contrary,” he said, his cheeks also turning pink. “I would say... you’ve bewitched me even more so with this new version of yourself.”

“W-What do you mean?”

Victor gently placed Yuuri’s hands over his cheeks and Yuuri flinched slightly when Victor looked up at him with tenderness in his eyes. 

“Yuuri, you really do not know what you do to me, do you?” Victor asked dreamily, looking at Yuuri. “You look exceptionally adorable, cute, irresistible, with your off-season body,” he said, letting go of Yuuri’s hands. 

“Haah!” Yuuri gasped when Victor’s cold hands sneaked under his shirt and gently grabbed his plump waist. 

“I can’t take my eyes off you for a second, Yuuri, but when I notice you looking my way, I quickly turn around,” Victor explained, giving Yuuri’s waist a tender squeeze that had him gasping and squirming slightly. “My fingers itch to touch you, my beautiful Yuuri, but I was scared you’d feel uncomfortable somehow… perhaps I shouldn’t make assumptions and simply ask you, hmm?”

“You are right,” Yuuri said, feeling true relief rushing through him. “I thought… you were grossed out by me.”

Victor smiled, letting go of Yuuri’s waist to grab the hem of his shirt to stick his head right under. Yuuri flushed to his neck, gasping Victor’s name.

“Did I make my sweet Yuuri feel insecure?” Victor asked, his lips pressing a tender kiss to Yuuri’s warm tummy, making him shiver. “I’m so sorry. I am the worst, Yuuri. I truly am. You are gorgeous.” Another kiss had Yuuri lurching his hips back, his hands moving to hold Victor’s shoulders. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I love you so much, there are not enough words to express my love to you.”

Yuuri felt the corners of his lips trembling as he felt Victor’s lips brushing his navel. “A-Ah, Victor! That… t-tihickles!”

Victor chuckled under his shirt. “You are so sensitive, Yuuri. Is your tummy more ticklish like this?”

“W-What? N-No, it’s- ahahaha! N-Not tihihicklihihing!

“I’m not tickling you, Yuuri,” Victor said and Yuuri could hear his big smile. “I’m just kissing you, Yuuri. Mwha, mwha, mmmmmhwa!”

Yuuri doubled over, laughing brightly as Victor placed kisses all over the soft skin of his stomach, blowing a raspberry here and nibbling there. He tried to push Victor out from under his shirt, but his lover had started squeezing his waist and Yuuri’s knees went weak. Victor quickly pushed him down onto the couch. 

“Will my Yuuri forgive me? I’m truly sorry, Yuuri,” Victor said and Yuuri could hear the sincerity of his words, but he could also feel those nimble fingers tickling his tummy and sides and waist, making him laugh loudly. 

“Vihihityahaha!” Yuuri laughed, squirming and trying to catch Victor���s hands. “Plehehease! 

"Yuuri, I am so crazy about this body of yours, but this spot," he said, grabbing Yuuri's hips. "I wanted to touch it the most." 

Yuuri shrieked, throwing his head back with nearly hysterical laughter as his legs kicked and his body arched and jerked around. Victor was pinching his hips, vibrating his fingertips against the warm skin.

"Nohohot thehehere! PLEHEHEASE!" Yuuri cried with laughter, hands latching to Victor's wrists; tears of mirth clinging to his long lashes as he weakly tried to push Victor’s hands away. 

The tickling stopped right away and Yuuri shrieked, tensing right up thinking that Victor would attack somewhere else, but he was surprised to feel warm lips pressing to his smiling mouth, kissing him chastely. Breathlessly and never capable of resisting Victor’s kisses, he tried to kiss him back, shaky hands cupping Victor’s face. 

“I love you, Yuuri,” Victor whispered against his lips. “I love however you look. Please don't ever doubt my love for you, Yuuri. I'm sorry."

Yuuri's eyes were filled with tears and the most adorable pout adorned his lips. 

"Ouch!" Victor said, hissing when the slap Yuuri gave him in the shoulder started to burn. "I- I deserve it, yes."

"You do!" Yuuri sobbed, closing one of his eyes when Victor's thumb cleaned his tears. "I thought you didn't-

"I know. I am sorry, Yuuri… You're so breathtakingly beautiful, I hope you know."

Yuuri pouted more, but he nodded, holding tightly onto Victor. "I love you."

"Me too, my lovely katsudon."

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 4: Copper

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 3.7k next

“Ah, I see they’ve upgraded to a scrapyard, hm?” You looked around, stepping over bodies. You assumed this was the first gang that your brother and his friends took care of. You examined them as you walked, noticing none of them were dead, just knocked out. Good. Sometimes your brother could get hot headed - you didn’t want him to kill anyone. Especially if this was just some kind of weird test of strength.

You noticed your brother and Killer on the ground in the middle of a clearing. Oh, this was most definitely a trap. However, you didn’t care as you rushed forward. “Tungsten! Killer!” You looked over the both of them, untying them and checking their vitals. Both of them were fine for the most part, just beat up real good.

“You shouldn’t…have come,” you heard Killer say. You rolled your eyes. “You should know by now I can’t just stand idly by.”

“He’s…right. They wanted to bring you here,” Eustass said, slowly sitting up. “Ah, don’t strain yourselves.” You sighed, looking at Heat and Wire. You handed them your bag. “You two work on patching them up for the time being, I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Having someone fight your battles again, Kid?” You heard a familiar voice. It was a couple octaves deeper since it had been a couple of years, but it was still recognizable. You felt your blood boil as you stood, gripping your bat tightly as you turned to glare at him.

Nathan and his friends all seemed much larger than before. Seemed everyone around you was growing while you seemed to stop doing so. You watched as Nathan walked over to you, easily towering you. Shit, he even seemed taller than your brother. Great. Awesome. This was gonna be fantastic.

“Long time, no see, y/n,” he said and you made a face. “Gross. I don’t like it when you say my name.” He just laughed, throwing his head back and making a spectacle of it. Your deadpan expression didn’t change. Was he always this annoying? You felt like he was more irritating than before. Maybe it was because you were in a sour mood.

Though, when it came to these things, you were always in a sour mood.

“You’re funny, you know that? I’ve waited for this moment a long time. You humiliated me last time and it seems that the gods have taken pity on me. Given me a chance for revenge by bringing you to me.” A smirk spread across his face and you just blinked.

“The gods did not bring me here. You beat up my brother and his friends more than likely knowing that’s how you’d be able to drag me out.” You twirled your bat in your hand and rested it on your shoulder as you looked up at him, absolutely bored of this conversation.

Nathan’s eye twitched. “You dare mock the gods?” A dark look spread across his face. “No wonder they brought you to me. You must be punished.”

You blinked. What the hell was he going on about? You shook your head, knowing there was no point in arguing with a madman. He was blind with revenge and you just needed to put him in his place again. Easy. 

From the corner of your eye, you noticed his cronies stepping closer to the two of you. You were currently running a million different plans through your mind. They were all much larger than you and had been fighting all these years. Sure, you sparred with the boys, but that was different. That wasn’t genuine fighting. They were all bigger too, but you could use that to your advantage. As long as you were quick enough on your feet…

You heard someone step from behind you, and you turned, swinging without hesitation. They stopped short, but you still clipped them in the jaw. They reeled back, holding it. “Fuck,” they grumbled and you gave a sheepish grin. “Don’t scare me like that.” Upon further inspection, you realized that it was the Nathan guy’s brother. You remember him trying to make a big stink about whomever their father was.

Two different people lunged at you from opposite directions with swords and you felt your body move on its own and that familiar feel of excitement. One backflip later and you had dodged their attack. 

“Still as nimble as ever, I see,” Nathan commented from his position. He hadn’t moved from his spot, more than likely enjoying the show. 

You heard a cry, looking over to see one of the sword wielders lunging at you. You turned out of the way, ending up right next to them as you swung your bat at the same time. Unfortunately for them, they turned to move but caught your weapon to their face, sending them flying. You flinched. “Whoops,” you said, still lack of emotion on your face. You walked over to them noticing they were bleeding, but breathing. “Oh good.”

You didn’t come here to kill anyone.

“I’d get them to a doctor soon. They have a skull fracture and probably internal blee-”

“Yeah, because of you, you bastard,” you heard someone ground out. You looked over, ducking as they swung a two by four at you.

You stood back up only to have your feet knocked out from under you by another person. You crashed to the ground backwards, but were able to bring your bat up in time to stop the barrage of fists from connecting with you. 

They grabbed at your bat, trying to rip it away from you, but you held onto it. With a burst of strength, you pushed forward, pinning them to the ground this time. You let go of your bat, confusing them in the process. This gave you enough time to punch them square in the face without issue. Twice. Then you stood up, ripping your bat out of their hands as they covered their face and curled up in pain.

“Broken nose, fractured jaw. Probably a couple missing teeth,” you said. 

Two down, three to go. They might have all been bigger, but they didn’t seem to be all that much tougher. You heard a battle cry, once again coming from above. “This again?” You stepped out of the way, letting them land on the ground before bringing your bat down on their back and knocking the wind out of them. They moved their arm, swiping their sword at you as a last ditch attempt and you jumped back, swinging your weapon and knocking their sword from their hand. The clattering echoed in the scrapyard.

You heard a cry, but this one wasn’t a battle one. And it was your brother. You whipped around, seeing the Delmark brother holding your brother by the hair with a blade pressed to his neck. “Eustass!” You stepped towards him. “Ah, ah,” his captor said, pressing the blade further into his neck and drawing a bit of blood.

You stopped cold. “Bigs, don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” your brother ground out, but it was obvious that was a lie. They had already been pretty banged up, so they couldn’t fight back very well. 

“Drop your weapon if you want him to live.” With no hesitation, your weapon dropped to the ground, the sound of steel on the concrete echoing all around. Your mind raced with what you should do now. There were two left. The brothers. If you could just get the one off yours-

Then you felt something metal press against your head and the click of a barrel. A gun? Were they fucking serious right now? Bringing a gun to a gang fight was against the unspoken rules but…you guessed this wasn’t the normal gang fight. They didn’t plan on letting you live this whole time. Fuck.

Your own eyes were wide and so were Eustass’. “Bigs…” Even the other boys were staring at you, frozen. With their own leader being held at knife point and you with a gun against your head, they couldn’t do much without someone ending up dead. You had to think fast.

Then your brother started squirming. You saw as the blade dug further into his skin. “Eustass, stop!” You stepped forward, stopping as you felt the gun press further into your head as Nathan’s voice boomed. “You want me to kill them?” Eustass immediately froze, obviously not wanting you to be hurt in any way.

“That’s better. Be a good boy and sit there, this is between me and y/n.” 

His attention turned back to you. “Now, simple question. Whose life are we sparing? Your life or th-”

“Theirs.”

“Bigs!” You shot a glare at your brother and he just looked at you. It was filled with all kinds of emotion. Hurt, worry, sadness, anger, panic, just about all of them were going through his face right now. As well as the others. 

You looked at Eustass. “Do you trust me?” He blinked, but nodded. 

“What the hell do you think you’re gonna be able to do in your situation,” Nathan cackled. “There’s nothing you can do!”

You heard the gun click as he readied it once more and you ducked right before he pulled the trigger. The bullet missed you and flew right for Nathan’s own brother, hitting him between the eyes - killing him instantly. You heard the gun drop to the ground as well as Nathan dropping to his knees. “No…” 

You didn’t want there to be a death today, but you didn’t have a choice.

You stood up, picking up your bat in the process. “Maybe you shouldn’t play around with guns if you’re not prepared for the consequences,” you said, your voice hollow. You stood above Nathan as he looked at you. With one quick movement, you used the butt of your baseball bat, bringing it down on his head to strike him down.

You thought you could stop there, but the anger and rage was slowly consuming you and you wanted nothing more than this man to be dead. This was twice he had brought harm to your brother. The first time was just because your brother was hot headed, but this time was for some petty revenge for a children’s scuffle. You were all young back then but he had kept ahold of that? 

You held your bat over your head, ready to bring it down on his skull in one, killing blow. “This won’t happen again.” You brought your bat down, only for you to feel it be yanked out of your hands. You turned, swinging your fist on whomever was going to fuck with you this time only for them to catch your fist and spin you around to pin your arm against your back. “Fuckin-” You squirmed against them.

“Let go!”

You brought your head up to try to headbutt whomever it was, only to meet solid chest. Of course you weren’t tall enough. You tried to solidify your stance to try and throw them over you but they dropped to their knee, causing you to fall on your own ass, but still being restrained. You continued to struggle before a voice finally broke through all the blind rage.

“Y/n, please calm down.” Killer? You immediately stopped. You supposed that made sense. Whomever had a hold on you hadn’t tried harming you in any way. Wait, but wasn’t he injured? How the hell was he able to hold you down so well? Were you that tapped out without realizing it?

Now that you were calming down, all the energy was leaving your body. However, you knew that you needed to properly patch everyone up, so you couldn’t collapse now. “You can let me go now,” you said, feeling irritation settling in. He did, standing up and helping you do the same.

You dusted yourself off. “Why did you do that? He doesn’t deserve to live after all he’s done,” you grumbled, glaring at Nathan who was curled up on the ground. Whether or not he was conscious, you had no idea. You reached for your bat only for Killer to kick it away. You glared at him.

“What’s the fucking problem?” 

“You need to calm down,” he said, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read.

“I am calm!” 

“Clearly.” He folded his arms across his chest and you glared at him.

Your brother picked up your bat, looking at it before he looked at you. You held your hand out for it and he shook his head, stepping back with it. “Eu-”

“With that look in your eye that you had as you swung at Killer, I don’t think you would’ve stopped at Nathan.” You noticed him clench his jaw and worry seemed to outline his features.

“What are you going on about?” You groaned, putting your hands on your hips. You were beyond irritated now.

“You looked damn near ready to kill him.”

“Yeah with what he-”

“Not Nathan.” 

You stopped, blinking. Your brother looked at you. “I think if we hadn’t stopped you when we did, you would’ve taken all of us out. Even when you did see it was Killer that had taken the bat, you proceeded to swing anyway. The bloodthirsty look didn’t leave your eyes.” He clicked his tongue, placing your bat over his shoulder.

You looked between them before you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You two are dramatic.” You turned on your heel to head out of the scrapyard. “I wouldn’t hurt you guys.” You placed your hands behind your head as you walked. “Let’s go, I need to patch you up.”

“Where the hell are you going?” You turned to look at Nathan on the ground. He looked at you, grief and anger in his eyes. “Finish me off.”

You knew he was going to be torn up over his brother. The merciful thing would be to end him now, but…

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” you said, walking away. He needed to suffer to atone for what he’d done. He broke the rules for fighting and brought a gun. This was his own fault. He pulled the trigger without thinking of all the possibilities that could happen.

--

Back at home, you started patching everyone up properly. You were quiet for the most part, mulling over what had happened. Were you really that bad? Would you have harmed your brother and his friends had they not stepped in when they did? 

You pushed those thoughts away. There was no point in worrying right now. What’s done is done and you had a job to do. Your brother was in the worst condition out of everyone. He had a broken arm and a broken leg, so you set him up in bed before you started to patch him up. Your salve could heal up cuts and scrapes pretty quickly, but not broken bones.

Maybe that would be what you worked on next. Something to speed up the process of healing bones.

Heat and Wire were pretty straight forward. They had cuts and scrapes, but nothing your medicine couldn’t heal up quickly. You also made a mental note to run to the store later. You still hadn’t been able to scale back the side effects for how hungry it made everyone. And with the five of you, you knew you’d be going through a lot of food the next week or so.

“Y/n.” You were brought back to reality as Killer sat in front of you. “Ya seem spaced out. You alright?” You looked at him and nodded, offering a small smile. “Yeah. Just thinking about what to get from the store later. We’re all going to be quite famished once the salve kicks in.”

Killer chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re too good to us.” You just scoffed, rolling your eyes as you looked him over. After your assessment, you came to the conclusion that he had a nasty gash in his head that needed to be stitched up and a sprained ankle. Nothing you couldn’t take care of quick.

“Now, I’m going to need to stitch up your head.” You moved to clip his hair out of the way so you had better access to the wound. “It’s gonna hurt, especially since it’s on your head.”

The man before you just scoffed and shrugged. “I’ll be fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” You prepared your things and looked at him from your peripherals. “Uh huh. You keep that spirit when you start raw dogging these stitches.” A small grin spread across your face and he chuckled.

You stood in between his legs so you could look over his head better. “We’re gonna have to get real close and personal here,” you mumbled, trying to still your racing heart. You could feel your down face warming up, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you since he had to keep looking down so you could see what you were doing.

“Fine by me.” You heard him say. You took a deep breath. “Here we go…”

The moment you pierced his skin, he hissed in pain. His hands found their way to your hips and gripped them tightly. Your body immediately reacted, heating up and your eyes widened in surprise. You bit back any kind of noise that was currently trying to escape your mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You cleared your throat, trying so fucking hard to concentrate on your task at hand. It was damn near impossible because every time he let up, he’d squeeze again when you had to pierce his skin once more. Why the fuck hadn’t you developed some kind of numbing cream yet? That was your next project, for sure.

Once finished, you took the clip out of his hair and he seemed to realize that his hands were on your hips. “Oh…uh…” You looked down at him as his face seemed to turn red. A fever? “So-” He pulled his hand away and you noticed blood.

“Where did that come from?” You looked at his hand, looking for some kind of cut when he pulled his hand away, pulling you closer. Your face went red. “Kill-”

“It’s coming from you.” He lifted your shirt partly and you looked down, noticing a big gash in your torso that went from your side over and down to the front of your hip, near your pelvis. “Oh, would you look at that…”

“It’s coming from here too,” he mumbled, holding up your arm, revealing another cut down the underside. “Huh…I didn’t even notice…”

Though, now that your adrenaline was finally dying down, fatigue was catching up to you and you felt yourself sway a bit. Just how much blood have you lost?

Killer quickly stood up, sitting you down instead. “What do I need to do?” he asked and you shook your head, grabbing your utensils. “‘S fine. I’ll do it,” you mumbled, feeling your head start to spin. You closed your eyes for a moment to regain your composure.

“Like hell you’re fine,” he mumbled, swatting your hands away from your equipment. You opened your eyes and frowned. “You all are really bad at stitches,” you whined softly. You were on a rapid decline.

“We don’t have a choice now, do we? Start instructing me before you pass out and then you’re really fucked.” 

You made a face and sighed. You moved to sit in the chair sideways, leaning on the back so that Killer had more access to the wound. “Holy shit,” he mumbled. “That bad, huh?” You snorted.

You heard fabric tearing and it seemed to sober you up momentarily. “What the fuck?” You looked down, noticing he had torn away parts of your shirt to access the wound better. 

He looked at you with a raised brow. “How else am I supposed to be able to see properly with all this fabric in the way?” You just rolled your eyes. He looked at you for a moment. “What?”

“I’m trying to think of the best way to position myself…” You blinked slowly before looking down. Yeah, it was at a weird angle. He knelt down next to the chair. “This’ll have to do,” he mumbled. You nodded, resting your elbow back on the table to try and keep your arm out of the way while Killer worked under your instruction.

After a few minutes of guiding Killer through it, he seemed to get it. While his stitches were uneven and not perfect, they weren’t that bad either. “Bigs, what the fuck?” You looked over, seeing your brother being supported by Heat as they entered the kitchen with Wire in tow. “The fuck are you doing out of bed?” you demanded.

He completely ignored you. “Did that happen during the fight?”

“No, I just did this right now for fun.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

“Probably because I didn’t notice?” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I swear, tungsten, don’t pick a-” Killer hit a particularly tender spot and you hissed, not having the most control of your movements as you suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged on it rather roughly. 

He let out a low groan in response, his own movements stopping. You were just lucky his injury had been on the other side of his head. “Are you okay?” you heard your brother ask. “The fuck do you think? I’m getting fucking stitches.” That’s when you noticed Killer’s hair still balled in your fist and you immediately let go.

“Shit, sorry,” you grumbled. He didn’t say anything as he took a moment before starting once more. You noticed his face growing more red. Maybe he had an infection? You made a mental note to check for a fever when he was done.

Once he finished up, he quickly excused himself. You assumed he might be salty at you for tugging on his hair. You had just patched up a wound on his head, probably hurt him. Shit. You sighed, shifting yourself to sit in the chair correctly. 

“How about we order pizza tonight?” Your brother’s face lit up along with the others’. “Fuck yeah.” You slowly stood up, heading towards the drawer to grab a menu.

There was no way in hell you were going to be able to cook tonight. 

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Fake fic titles INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drown me ink

You can't change what's been carved in your soul

Pull my frown upside down

Cursed are the one's that twist the tale

Reflections

A bunch of amazing titles but I picked the one that gave me the most angsty feels LOL

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

You Can’t Change What’s Been Carved in Your Soul

[752 words] [angst, self hatred]

Wilbur is a giant.

Overprotective and loud and overbearing.

He knew he hurt Tommy that way, being too much at all times. And yet he could never part from the little human, too close to him now to separate their bond. They were like brothers, it would kill Wilbur to leave like that.

But his claws were too sharp and he was afraid to hold Tommy. And his voice boomed and he was too afraid to talk to Tommy. And his steps echoed infinitely and he was too afraid to walk to Tommy.

It was all too much to bear.

He wanted to tear his soul out of this giant body, it’s dumb and fumbly steps, it’s piercing high voice, it’s sharp claws, and especially it’s urge to swallow Tommy whole.

It was only once Wilbur had brought up the instinct to Tommy, and the human curled up in disgust. The thought of being covered in saliva and in such a cacophony of sound inside someone’s organ was gross to him, where it was intimate love to Wilbur. It broke him.

He couldn’t take away that he was a giant, no matter how soft and human he acted. He’d always be the monster he was born as.

Wilbur hated himself. So much.

“Wil,” the human nagged at him.

“What child?”

“Oi!” Tommy huffed, “…You’re actin’ all weird. It’s not like you to be so quiet. What’s up?”

Wilbur had been found out, “Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not fucking nothing. You’re miserable, Wilbur.”

He bit his nails which had been torn down to the skin, “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

“Wilbur!” Tommy shouted now, “Tell me. Now.”

He hesitated, “I… I feel awful,” he regret saying it immediately, seeing Tommy’s expression turn to a frown.

The human stepped forward to him, and placed a hand on Wilbur’s arm, rubbing comfortingly, “Tell me about it, Wil.”

It made his mind shut down, suddenly he was sobbing loudly, and probably hurting Tommy’s ears again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Woah- it’s okay big man! It’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“I hurt you, it’s all I do-“

“Hold the fuck on,” Tommy stopped him, “That’s what you��ve been fuckin’ doing. Fuck, Wilbur you’re not hurting me! You’ve never hurt me. If it’s about the damn volume it’s fine, man, I just poke fun at you cause we’re like that.”

“B-but,” Wilbur sniffed, “You cringed at the… when I-“ he couldn’t get out the words. He wanted to explain how deeply close he wanted Tommy to be, literally and metaphorically. He wanted to hold Tommy inside him, cuddling him in the most extreme way possible. That’s how much he loved his brother.

“Woah-“ Tommy was in Wilbur’s hands. Oh fuck. Wilbur couldn’t help himself. He looked delicious, and so upset all because of him.

His instincts cried, ringing louder than they had ever in Wilbur’s ears, piercing and bloody.

Surely this could explain without words, they cooed.

So, without letting himself think too hard, he shoveled Tommy into his mouth, tears streaming.

The human panicked, struggling against a tongue that was intrusively licking stripes along his body now. Teeth clicked firmly behind him, and his vision went dark.

Tommy briefly recalled a previous conversation and felt weak as he squeaked out, “Am I safe?”

A positive hum responded to him, vibrating against his body weirdly. Tommy laughed under his breath at the sensation and felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Okay. I still say this is kinda gross. But whatever.”

The appendage squished Tommy between a wet hug, pressing rough into his body. He sighed and let into the embrace, wrapping his arms back around the tongue. A deep humming- no, purring, now filled the slobbery room.

Tommy let his body glide down, meeting the back of Wilbur’s throat. It looked like a tight squeeze, but Tommy thankfully wasn’t claustrophobic.

A few swallows and the embrace of the esophagus drug Tommy’s body down. He could feel Wilbur’s hand slowly tracing over the small bump that was the human.

Eventually the squish was over and Tommy slipped into an open area. The storage was roomy enough, at least for one person, and Tommy felt fairly comfortable. It was very warm, and the air might be a bit sticky, but Wilbur’s purring wouldn’t cease, so the human could cope.

If Wilbur was happy, so was Tommy.

And Wilbur never felt happier.

Maybe he couldn’t change himself, but he could learn to love the way he was.

[justarandombrit]

@femslashfortnight 23rd June - Fake Dating AU - Lautity

I really have a weird love for Fake Dating AUs so instead of doing art for this prompt, I decided to write something. It's actually the first time I've ever written Lautity so just bare that in mind while reading. (Also I don't have Ao3 so it's just below the cut)

Steph had never hated her father more.

For a man who once asked the hospital to unplug his father's life support so the sympathy over his death wasn't overshadowed by a local football match, forcing his daughter to find a date for a school dance seemed like a comparatively reasonable request. To Steph, however, her father could've stabbed her and she'd have more easily forgiven him.

Just last summer he'd carted her off to Camp Idontwannabang to protect his precious reputation because sex was evil and scandalous, and now it was all “Stephanie, as the mayor's daughter you are expected to find a fitting partner for occasions such as these. The town will begin thinking I'm forbidding you from dating, and we can't have that, can we?”

When she, admittedly quite bluntly, told him about her plan to spend the dance hanging around with Brenda and Stacy, he gave her an ultimatum.

Get a date by the dance, or he'd pick one himself.

She severely doubted her father's taste in men, especially since he'd been near constantly talking about how well-respected Brad Callaghan’s parents were in town.

She'd joked to Brenda and Stace that he'd have her going with one of the Monroe boys, but between a bleach blond twelve year old, and the biggest prick of a Linebacker she'd ever met, Trent Monroe didn't seem so bad.

In all seriousness, though, those hypotheticals would never come to fruition. She was Stephanie fucking Lauter, for Christ’s sake. She had her pick of the school, even if it was just because her dad was the mayor.

Max Jägerman would've been a safe bet, if not for the fact that they'd dated in Middle School for the worst month of her life. Plus, the breakup was messy beyond belief and even if it was just to a last minute post-game party, she suspected this would be even worse.

Both Kyle and Jason were off-limits, and she knew it. For a start, Brenda would kill her if she even touched Kyle’s arm, and she knew Max would make Jason's life a living hell, since one of his rules for his entourage was “No dating my exes on pain of wedgy”. Also, Jason had always weirdly reminded her of her father. Gross.

Brenda and Stacy were both just bad ideas. They had the somewhat rebellious factor of getting a girl instead of a guy, like she knew her dad would prefer, but Brenda was still madly in love with Kyle, and Stacy was still madly in love with Brenda. Best not to make that love triangle worse.

Maybe she should look away from the popular kids. Her dad never said anything about who the person had to be, and she kind of felt like being petty.

Her dating that bowtie kid, the Spankoffski, was definitely not flattering to her father's town-wide reputation. He was also pretty cute, but everyone knew his brother went missing a few months back, and she didn't want to lead him on when he was definitely not in the right headspace for a romantic relationship. And that fact might garner sympathy around them and turn it into one massive publicity stunt that would actually boost the Lauters’ reputation. All in all a bad idea.

Flemwad and Shitlips (she was relatively sure those weren't their actual last names, but that was the only thing anyone ever called them) were both definitely rock bottom in terms of desirability, but she had the feeling that dating either of them would drag her reputation down into the gutter too. This was about embarrassing her father, not her.

All of the other background nerds were essentially unapproachable, since she knew next to nothing about any of the other lower status students of Hatchetfield High. Although, wasn't one of them an arsonist? Definitely not.

This left, in Steph’s eyes, one candidate. One choice so crazy it just might work. Hatchetfield’s resident prude, none other than Grace Chasity.

Steph knew she looked like a creep staring down the hallway at Grace as she handed out flyers. She hadn't seen what any of the flyers had on them, but chances were it was a petition to cancel the very dance Steph was plotting about.

It might've been easier to march on down there, pick up an information pamphlet and join in on Grace's protest, but none of the Chasity family's holy crusades ever seemed to work, whether it be shutting down weed farms, boycotting diners, storming arcades, or stopping school dances. People tended to ignore them. Which was why what Steph was about to do would be so easy.

She slammed her locker shut and jammed her hands in the pockets of her trousers, Max Jägerman style. Unfortunately, women's jeans have considerably smaller pockets than letterman jackets, so she probably looked slightly awkward.

It definitely seemed to have the intended effect though, since people in the corridor shrunk away from her as she passed.

She knew getting Grace to agree to go through with her plan was a long shot, and Max might kick up a bit of a fuss, but Steph thought that out of everyone at the school, she might be the only one Grace would even consider dating. The girl was practically obsessed with her, after all.

“Hey, Chastity!” Steph shouted, getting her name wrong on purpose.

Grace’s face lit up, and she clutched her leaflets to her chest with one arm, throwing the other up to wave excitedly.

“Hi Steph! Do you want to help me hand out flyers before Biology?”

Steph desperately tried to make her smile look forced.

“As fun as that sounds, I'm actually here to ask a favour.”

Grace cocked her head to the side slightly, shifting her pamphlets to the other arm.

“It's not about the History homework is it? Steph, you know I won't help you cheat. We could do a study session in the library though! My parents might even let me stay out until 6pm!”

Ignoring both how enticing that offer sounded, and how sad the last comment was, Steph replied, “No, it's not about homework, I'll just cheat off of Spankoffski, it was actually about the dance–”

Grace looked scandalised, which Steph thought probably wasn't a good sign, but carried on anyway.

“– I don't have anyone to go with, and my dad is totally on my ass about it, so I wanted to know if you'd be chill with going with me, or, like, pretending to be my date, or something,”

Grace took a deep breath, and Steph braced herself for the verbal smackdown. Why did she think asking out the most puritanical seventeen year old on earth was a good idea?

“First of all, butt, Steph, not hmmm” –Grace hummed to avoid saying the profanity– “and secondly, I don't plan on going to this devil-worshipping sperm bank of a school party. It's a football party, Steph, a football party. We didn't even win! The Timberwolves wiped the floor with us!! And lastly, I will not ‘pretend to be your date’. We're seventeen, we shouldn't even be thinking about that stuff yet! Why would I even consider that?”

Steph really didn't want to resort to this, but her brain spit out a response before she'd had any say in the matter.

“If Max thinks you're a lesbian he'll stop trying to carry your books.”

If Steph knew what the five stages of grief actually were, she'd have assumed Grace was cycling through them now. Instead, she thought Grace looked like she'd gone from seeing a ghost, to being flustered beyond belief, to having eaten a wasp, to completely unreadable. Somehow that was the scariest one.

Grace bowed her head and avoided Steph's eyes while putting her papers in her backpack. After she'd checked they were all in there at least four times, Grace hoisted her backpack back on to her shoulder and took a deep breath.

“I- okay. Okay. Okay. I'll do it.”

It took everything in Steph not to hug Grace right there in the middle of the hallway. Instead, she shot Grace a singular finger gun and, in her best dirtbag boyfriend impression, turned around and yelled back “See you at the dance, hot stuff!”

Judging by the giggling around her, she knew Grace was probably bright red, and definitely going to kill her. Worth it.

[andreal831]

Hi!!! I love your posts! Idk if you've spoken abt this before but I was thinking about how a lot of people say that Rebekah was so wrong for leaving Hope to herself & not helping her much in Legacies.... but like. Hope is supposed to be 18, and Rebekah is 17. I mean, obviously it's kinda hard to write her as a 17yo bc Claire Holt obviously isn't one (no hate or anything - but like she wasn't even a teenager when she started over ten years ago), so I can understand why they write her as more mature than how she was originally, but STILL. Like. Can you imagine. This child who you're supposed to look after is suddenly older than you?? I imagine it'd be so jarring for Bex. (Also, touching on the whole 17 thing... Rebekah with Marcel is lowkey gross in that light. Obviously no grosser than Damon and Elena, but still. Like, especially if Rebekah had been shown to be dating him when she first appeared. That would look really weird, I think.) Anyway I guess I was just wondering if you'd seen that and what you thought of it? :)

Hi! Sorry for the delay in responding!

I personally don't subscribe to the belief that their brains stop developing at the age they are turned. This would cause so many issues throughout the show. Like you pointed out, Hope would grow up to be older than even her own parents at some point. It would make no sense for Caroline to be running a school at 17 years old. Caroline would have been stuck as the insecure, selfish teenager. Elena would have been stuck in her grief. The characters would be incapable of character growth if their brains were permanently stunted. So we have to assume they are capable of growth. Meaning, they are not stuck, mentally, at the age they turn even if they are physically.

I think the other argument here is that Rebekah has spent a large portion of her life claiming to want to be a mother, even at the cost of other people (i.e. fighting Elena and even Klaus for the cure to be human). Yes, of course she is entitled to change her mind and, yes, of course, no sibling should be forced to raise their orphaned niece or nephew. But I think the thing people are upset by is that it goes against everything the Mikaelsons stand for and against the character they created out of Rebekah. I personally hated that they made Rebekah so focused on wanting children, it felt out of character for her most of the time and just because she was a woman, but that is canon. She wanted to give up her immortality and power to be a mother and have that human experience, but then as soon as a child needs her, she is nowhere to be seen. It felt like she wanted a baby, not a child. She loved watching Hope as a baby and was sad to give her back to her parents, but can't even be bothered to call teen Hope? Also, the Mikaelsons were all about "always and forever" to the point of their own ruin, but Rebekah just abandons it as soon as Elijah and Klaus are gone? Again, she has every right to live her own life, but I think Hope also has every right to be mad at her family for abandoning her. I can't even imagine the conversation Rebekah would have in the after life with Elijah, Hayley, and Klaus after she turned her back on Hope.

I also wouldn't think it is jarring to Rebekah to see Hope look physically older than her. She's seen it countless times in her life. They are used to people aging past them. I do think they would make jokes about it, but I think it would just be hard for them to watch Hope age, fearing she could die.

I have talked about Marbekah being strange. Not only cause she saw him as a child and helped raise him, but sure, if we assume Rebekah still has the mindset of a 17 year old, Marcel is older than her by at least five years at that point. But it would also be gross when she slept with Damon since she would still be mentally 17 and he would be mentally 24/25. Again, we have to assume their brains can develop otherwise like all of the ships in the show are gross.

Obviously this is just my opinion on the topics, and not super based in canon since the showrunners are so inconsistent with the brain development/ages. I've seen people make good arguments on both sides.

Thanks for the ask!

[ispyspookymansion]

i also just went to go see i wanna know your thoughts

OKAY. under a cut because i dont know how specific im gonna be but just in caseeee

SO. First off i went to see this movie after the most wretched nap of all time i felt out of space and time so im gonna say. my mindset impacted things. That being said.

i liked it!! not as much as 2, though, unfortunately. its hard for me to put my finger on what didnt work as well. i think some of the kills were crazy top notch. the couple in the shower was just, i mean. thats crazy. the rats too. the final fight was pretty fucking solid too. but some of it felt a little meh. guns and explosions just arent as fun and make the kills feel a little unearned imo? but when the kills were good they were REALLY fucking good, and disgusting as always. you can say a lot about terrifier but you cant deny that it looks really fucking good. the effects are fantastic

that aside, how did i feel about the plot…im not sure. the lore insists upon itself LMFAO it felt like a lot of teasing and buildup as far as what the deal is with sienna, art, her dad, etc. But it didn’t really pay off or deliver something meaningful and exciting for the movie, and when you dont know if or when another one is coming, thats a little bit of a cardinal sin to me. i dont mind having lore, in fact i actually really liked the teasing of that in the last one! but this one didnt feel as cohesive to me in its balance between hardcore gorehound slasherfest and supernatural saga. again. maybe that has something to do with my mood going in?

i love sienna and lauren as her. she did a great job and shes a fucking force as a scream queen. i also think the actress for gabby was great and so sweet! howard david thornton’s art is always a delight, too. i dont know if i liked the choice of making vicky such a vital part. maybe she’s overstayed her welcome. maybe i just missed the weird little girl. Actually maybe i dont like “art” having dialogue. hmmm. also no way jonathan is really dead, right? that would actually piss me off like how lazy justice for jonathan

anyway i like the gimmick of it being a christmas movie, but what can i say, i missed the halloween grime. it was a lot brighter too, wasnt it? take us back to the city and the grime and the gross! the creepy and the spooky and the octoberism!!

overall i liked it. i wanna rewatch it eventually and see if i can go into it in a less weird mood. not as good as two but worth a watch for the gore alone as usual!

[rosielovesspence]

~The blinds wide open so he can see you in the dark when you're sleepin'~

Creepy Stalker Cedric x Fem! Y/n

This is for @b0nes-phobic​ who really wanted creepy Ced.

Content Warning: Cedric is creepy, he also low-key has a degrading kink, probably not canonical at all

~The One Where Cedric Diggory breaks into your dorm and you catch him~

Cedric followed you down the hall, just to make sure you got home safe from class, at least that’s how he saw it. “Hey creep, you need something?” It was Cho Chang, right next to him now. “No, just walking.” She tilted her head, staring at him. “You sure? Cause you should be going the other way.” He scoffed and turned to her, “Why do you care?” She put her hands on her hips, staring at him. “Because you’re creepy! And that’s my friend you’re trying to stalk weirdo-” She was cut off by Cedric putting his hand over her mouth. “Cho..shh, she’s gonna hear you!” She glared up at Cedric, “And she should! You’re a creep!” 

You turned around hearing a scuffle and saw Cedric and Cho. “Oh Cho! Hey!” She smiled and waved back, “I’m gonna expose your creepy ass!” Cedric’s face immediately washed over with fear and guilt. “Cho…please? Please don’t tell her.” But Cho had already turned around walking off and he glared at her back. “What was that?” You asked with a tilt of your head as you looked at Cedric over Cho’s shoulder, she just dragged you to walk along. “Just Cedric being weird.” You nodded and finally followed and the Diggory boy could feel air fill his lungs again, Cho hadn’t said anything.

He sat next to you in potions the next day and you smiled at him before finishing your conversation with Harry. He had always liked the Potter boy, but not anymore. Now he felt the need to bash his head into concrete. But all he did was bite his bottom lip and look forward. And then in the mess hall you spoke to the Malfoy boy, he just really wanted to push his head into the table, repeatedly until Draco bled everywhere. But you waved at him so he put on a respectable front and smiled, waving back.

This time he went further with his following you however, he got as close as you door, even telling you he was walking past when you saw him. He could see the tilt of your head, and your unease but he was quick to assure and comfort you, leaving quickly. Then he saw you in the morning and walked you to class, you talked to only him as he escorted you everywhere, and it made him feel nice. Then again he followed you home, and this time you left your windows open, he could see the small lamp lit up on your desk and he could see you walk around your room, getting ready for a shower. And he prayed you’d leave your blinds open for him every night. Your blinds were just open because of laziness, but no, in his mind it was all for him.

I mean, could watching you be so bad if you left yourself visible for him? He didn’t think so, so when you started undressing he saw no problem with watching, except for a moment he did, he felt guilt but your beauty and the need to see you pushed him to further watch. Once you stepped into your bathroom, shutting the door, the guilt and gross feeling encased him and he left back to his house, the next day he didn’t speak to you. Waves of guilt covering him, but also the sight of you just brought back his need. “Cedric?” He looked up at you quickly. “Are you alright?” You asked with that small head tilt you always gave him, why was that a habit of yours, and why did it make him want to kiss you? “Y-yeah, i’m fine, why?” He mentally cursed himself for his voice cracking but it was fine when he heard your small laugh. “You sure? You’ve barely spoken a word all day.” Your kindness had affected him so heavily, that as he followed you home that night he felt the need to make himself known, but he knew it was stupid, so he waited until you were asleep. 

Once he knew so, since you left your blinds open yet again, he opened the window, being as quiet as possible as he stepped into your room. He wasn’t going to be creepy, he decided, he just wanted to admire you. He sat in your desk chair and smiled, lucky he didn’t have to move it, it was right next to your bed. He softly leaned forward, his breath on your face made you scrunch your nose and he lightly brushed hair out of your face, an action which he noticed made you push yourself forward, as if to feel his hands. He chuckled quietly and stared at you, his breathing on your face making you squirm. He leaned back with a smile, letting his hand caress your cheek, a feeling he noticed you leaned into, he knew it, even subconsciously you wanted him as much as he did you. “All mine, hm? Aren’t you sweetheart?” He whispered it in your ear and watched your shiver afterward.

After that he was gone, as if he had never been there. The next night you had your blinds closed, but of course you had forgotten to lock the window again. So he snuck in again, only problem, you weren’t asleep. And as he sat on the chair you opened your eyes groggily, you were half-awake, maybe he could chalk it up to you dreaming? “Cedric?” The way his name came out of your lips made him shiver, and the way you stared up at, sitting up and leaning in as if he might disappear in front of you, the way your lips were parted. “How did you get in?” He didn’t answer, or move,hoping you’d assume he was a hallucination and lay back down, but then you poked him. “I know you’re real Diggory, now talk.” He suddenly moved his hand to lay on the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss you, it tasted like copper, without realizing he had been biting his lip, so hard you could taste the blood. You pushed him back, eyes wide and lips parted. “No, no, it’s not what you think you have to listen to me!” You watched him panic. “You’ve been following me home! You, you! It was you in my room last night!” He froze, guilt encasing him. “It’s not like that, I swear, I-i-...” His excuse fell flat. “All mine, hm? Aren’t you sweetheart?” You quoted his words to him and his eyes widened, you were asleep, how the hell did you hear him?! You tilted your head and he felt the urge to kiss you again, he left his hands where they had fallen into your lap.

Don’t give that desperate puppy look.” You whispered, your lips brushing against his. “Do you know how fucking disgusting you are?” Your harsh words seemed to ignite something in him, that and your close proximity, he let his hands squeeze your thighs as you sat in front of him, continuing to degrade him. “Do you really think you can touch me? I bet you have before hm, how can I trust you haven’t done anything to me when you snuck in.” Your hands snaked around his neck and one tugged his hair while he whined and shook his head. “No, baby I promise.”  You tilted your head, looking down at him, not an ounce of pity in your gaze as he whined and looked up at you, his face in an adorable little pout. “You promise? How can I take your word? You followed me home after all.” He whimpered when you leaned down to kiss him. “You’re disgusting, but you’re all mine, right sweetheart?” He nodded quickly and you chuckled. “God, look at you, so eager for me.” he again nodded and you kissed him again. You whispered against his lips, “Stop following me home creepy…ask next time, maybe I’ll let you come inside.”