#but feel free to ignore all the babbling if you came here just for the ship tag

[shiroganeryo]

Hi there. So don't mind me, I was going through your dazatsu art a while ago (both you and your husband I think?) and also saw some of the captions. You said you two met when you were cosplaying dazatsu? I don't mean to sound stalkerish so please feel free to ignore me, but that is about the sweetest thing I have ever heard😭❤️ I would like to draw one of your cosplays as our favorite couple. You could send me a picture you like- paint over your faces if you don't feel comfortable or-

And again and I emphasize, feel free to straight up reject this or ignore it, because I know it's odd. Just wanted you to know how you warm my heart, and I love your artwork as well<3

Have a nice day or night

Hello there! First of all, don't worry about "sounding stalkerish", it's very sweet of you to drop by just to let me (and by extension, us) know about your thoughts! 😊 The thing is, it's not that we met when we were cosplaying; perhaps me saying we weren't a couple yet gave that impression, but since you asked, I might as well tell you the full story?

You may want to sit, it's a little long (though I'll do my best to be brief) 😅

We already knew each other, we had been acquaintances for a long while, actually! We met when we were 14/13 or so (we're 31/29 now, I'm the older one). We weren't really that close, but we were on friendly terms and all that.

I'll skip the very personal bits which includes (but is not limited to) us getting closer to each other and stupidly pining mutually, but the sequence of events that led to it is one (!) of the reasons why I tend to say we're a "dazatsucore" couple. Because:

He was into me > I noticed on the spot, and did nothing > I was into him > he didn't know because I hid the fact > leads to him blurting out a confession thinking he'd be turned down > I do not turn him down but ask for some time to think things through because I want to be sure of my feelings first > not too long after I have an answer.

By the way, everything I'm saying gets even better (and funnier) when you consider I'm the "Dazai" one, while he's the "Atsushi" in this.

Anyways, about the cosplay shenanigans you inquired about; back when we were getting closer to each other (2016ish), I had become interested in BSD but knew nothing about it; I knew he had watched it, asked what were his thoughts on it, he said it was nice, recommended it, etc. He then commented that he planned to cosplay Atsushi, showed me the character and shared his cosplay plans.

I had only watched the opening so far (the thing that led me to ask him if the anime was good), and Dazai was the one who had caught my eye the most, so I said, very offhandedly, that 'hey, I'd be down to go with you to the con, I do entertain the idea of cosplaying Dazai'.

He was like 'woah, really?! That would be so fun!' but also got extremely nervous on the spot. I obviously noticed. You see, my spouse isn't really the type of person who can hide his feelings very well + I'm good at reading through people. We've always been a funny match in that regard, ngl.

From a quick Google search I did to gather references for the outfit, I could tell the two characters were a somewhat popular pairing, so I made 2+2, I also already knew he had a crush on me and just did nothing about it, like I explained above. So he had gotten nervous that people could mistake us for a couple because the two characters are (were? sadly) a popular pairing.

Which I did know... And again, did nothing about because while my suggestion to cosplay together was sincere, having no intentions of manipulating him or anything, that did work in my favor as well so two birds, one stone.

In the meantime, what I told you above happened and we started dating. And, for obvious reasons, we decided to go ahead with the cosplay plans 😌 I've never posted a clear picture showing our faces because we're not the best photographers out there, but here's one of the least terrible ones:

The icing on the cake, that doesn't have much to do with us, but is still something we remember about fondly: we're Brazilian, and Brazil is a very big country. The anime con we were going to attend was the biggest in our country but also some good hours away (a 9 hour travel away to the capital, to be more precise), so we took a bus ride with some people headed there as well. It's common for people to make these "con attendees" group rides and they're always really fun experiences + very cost efficient.

One of the people we befriended on the ride was this girl who, coincidentally, was cosplaying as Chuuya. Since we're a queer couple (nb sapphics who go by he/him pronouns) we didn't know what amount of gay was okay in public, but this one girl knew we were a couple, 100% sure of it and it was genuinely beyond funny seeing her and her friends waiting on us to just do something, anything, that gave the answer away.

We kissed like... once, when they were nearby, and the reactions were priceless, ngl. The euphoric I KNEW IT faces.

Back then we weren't married yet, so no telling rings or anything, but this Chuuya had gotten the vibes somehow. When I asked her how she knew before we even did anything, she said, just like this: 'it's the way you look at each other 🥺'.

I need you to imagine Chuuya Nakahara saying this, with this expression. Makes it all 20x funnier. Also the reason why I usually write him as a wingman/enabler in my fics.

Oh, and about the "he had no idea I knew all along", I did tell him... last year 😂 We were reminiscing about things and he went on a tangent saying something along the lines of 'I feel kinda bad because it was selfish of me but I liked the idea of us being seen as a couple back then so I didn't tell you the characters were a popular ship'.

To which I replied: 'Oh, I knew, don't worry.'

Cue shocked Pikachu meme for my spouse's reaction. I then explained that I was fully aware of everything all along, and he was like 'thank GOD you decided to play along then because I had no idea how to charm anyone' 😂

It feels good to put our silly story out there, I had told this story only to one person in the fandom so far (I won't tag her, but Katsu can confirm we're two dumbasses in love) because I don't usually talk about personal stuff publicly like this unless on a whim but also because, like I said, it's a very long story even with skipped parts.

I hope this was fun to read, at least? 😅

As for what you asked about drawing us, I'll apologize, but neither of us understood exactly what you want to do. If you could elaborate more on it, we'd be grateful and could give a proper response! All in all, thank you for sending the ask, it was really lovely of you to stop by just to say that! 😊

[dex0s]

—♡DOUMA X MALE READER WARNING: smut, non-con, cannibalism?, douma, reader having a huge chest, thoracic area called boobs/tits, daddy kink, face sitting, breeding kink, semi-public?, incest?, cliffhanger ending (only because I’m lazy), not proof read

A/N— okay I know I was gone for like 2 months but um— yeah

You were a member of his cult and your older sister got sick to the point she had to stay in bed instead of praying to your demon lord. For the past couple days you had been asking your lord to heal your sister. And at first DOUMA was uninterested or just ignored you but then he got a full look at you. (H/c) hair, beautiful bright (e/c) eyes, nice face, well shaped body, and lastly YOUR CHEST. Oh and how he was so in love.

“Oh look a new play thing. Just. For. Me~ and ONLY me~”

After that you notice changes. One, Douma would ONLY look at you if you in the room but the moment you leave his face becomes disinterested (even if he doesn’t have emotions he feels like his life just decrease by a life time). Two, you ALWAYS feel like you’re being watched no matter what you doing or where you are, there are always RAINBOW EYES watching. And three, when you go and pray to your lord you can notice the lust in his eyes like a predator eyeing their next meal.

“I can’t believe I haven’t noticed you sooner… I wonder if that man will let me keep you~ who know maybe I will quit bugging him~”

Knowing damn well that man can hear him

One time you went to douma and asked for his blessing so your sister could get better and by pure coincidence your sister gotten better and could move around better then before. You thanked douma for the blessing but even tho it was a complete coincidence douma wanted more than just a thanks. He gave you his blessing and healed your sister. He wants more and he will get want he wants whether you want it or not .

HaAh~ Oh you tastes Sooo~ good~ Your so good—Fuck! for daddy~

Grinding your hips into the pillow while Douma is thrusting in and out your ass. “Ahh~ you look like dog when you do that~” Douma said, moving his hand up your body and stopping at your chest. “W-wait~AH!” Slamming his cock back in he starts to grope your chest. “Hmm! What a— good boy you are, so good— for daddy” you start to feel yourself about to release and you try to warn your lord but all that came out was babbles. Douma seem to notice this and started to go even harder on you hearing your gummy walls take him in and out and all the noise you were making made him even more hard then white sticky cum came out your dick but that didn’t stop Douma in fact he decided to switch it up a lot bit.

He lifts you over his face, your legs are shaking then slams you down on his face. Taking his long slimy tongue starting with kitty licks, suddenly roughly gripping your thighs and full on eating your ass like there’s no tomorrow. When the door opens (you didn’t even notice at first) it reveals your sister. Your sister was in shock, she didn’t know you had a side like this. Hearing your moans and the licks your sister can feel a wet spot in her undergarment. While your sister was standing there Douma could smell her wetness and started to get upset.

“Why is she here.”

“She needs to leave can’t she see I’m playing with my plaything.”

“It’s her fault he’s in this situation”

“She shouldn’t be so selfish and get sick”

“You know what… It’s show time”

Taking out his tongue from your ass, he moves you to his lap. Picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist Douma starts to walk to your sister. “You know it’s rude to stare” using one of his free hands and roughly grabbing your sister’s chin forcing her to look at his rainbow eyes. “W-what are you doing to my brother!” Yelled out your sister that was trying to force Douma’s hand off of her and trying to reach for you, when Douma grabs the hand that was reaching for you and pulling it off her body. Finally snapping out the trance you hear a bloody cuddling scream. Turning your head around to see your sister on the ground clutching her shoulder but before you can say anything you were placed on the ground on all fours in front of your sister.

“Why don’t we put a show on for your sister~ hmm dear~”

[ikkosu]

TO LIVE, AND TO SERVE

part one

(tfo. sentinel x gn.miner.reader )

spoilers! just in case. nothing plot heavy spoilers but yk just in case.

one, two, three

CHAINS clinked against the ground. Ones, you realize that were yours as you try to lift up your pedes, only for it to stop short a few centimeters high and drag back down again with a hackle. Alright, so you're shackled. Easy, just flip over and see where I am.

You tried. Tried. To flip over, but all you could manage was a wiggle and that's just about it. Your servos were chained to your back. And your neck was sore bent at a position for so long. The ground was grimy and dark and your cheek — Primus it was sore —was pressed against the floor.

Where am I?

A migraine pulsed behind your optics, coupled with a familiar faint ache thrumming from your abdomen, freshly sore.

Oh, right.

A kick to the shin and one to the helm. A blur of colors. Then, a throttle. Darkwing, you grimaced. You should've known better than to play hero and help. A creak sounded, hinges of a metal door opening and your neck strained from frantic ways of trying to look over your shoulder.

—Proved futile.

"Oh, you don't have to run." A voice echoed, a cave-like resonance that trilled and bounced off the walls of the cell. "I've already made sure that you couldn't."

The shadow stretched across the floor. It became larger, molding in size. Into shape. You try to speak, but all that came out were incoherent slurs of sentences. Each one increased with panic. Intake, slack, faceplate numb. And that, to your unfortunate demise, amused the Prime.

"No worries, though, Airachnid's venom aren't usually that fatal. Well, usually. But this time I advised, and I'm glad she listened, to use her lesser death-inducing ones. Ones that take an instant. Its a bit of a mess when anomalies die."

His pedes stopped beside your helm. "And you know that... don't, you?" Another babble from you made him laugh. "Hah. You look ridiculous. Here, allow me."

A harsh tug on your back flipped you over and you grunted, finally able to relish some light from the ceiling. Sentinel prime loomed above you, a grin on his face.

Oh, Primus.

You never thought this was how you'd meet your beloved Prime. Besides, any other way would result your spark snuffed and churned into energon. The ache in your abdomen pierced into a searing pain. You winced.

"You know what that is? Its a kind of paralysis that only affects your body, not your helm." He tapped your forehead.

Tink.

Tink.

"Your mind still works. You can think, you can feel. I can see your optics are still bright." He tips his helm, curiously amused. " Still got that little fire in you, huh. And you're scared. You're scared, yes?"

Silence. You only stared back, chassis pumped with andrenaline. What else you were suppose to say, blegh blegh blegh?

" Silly me. Blink twice if you're scared."

You blinked once.

"Oh?"

Then another slow blink.

"That's what I thought. Now," he knelt beside your helm. The tight smile on his face was nothing genial. " What did I tell you about miners going around creating troubles for me to fix. "

Sir! It wasn't what it was! You rustled, moving you mouth. Nothing came out. Whether Sentinel was aware of the incident or not, it seemed he chose to ignore the possibility that you might be right.

" Not only you defied a supervisor, you also kicked him and destroyed — let me see," He tapped your cheek, tink tink tink, optics to the ceiling, thinking. "Oh yes, almost blew up crates worth of decades use. Injured five of my gaurds. Many more, probably. And, why is that? To make a point nobody will understand. To make a point that's virtually worthless?"

You shook your head.

We couldn't go on any longer. Sir, please.

We are free.

We need to be free.

"Your little speech was adorable. That mineer you saved, oh how melodramatic. Unfortunately like you, he's not going to have the opportunity of choosing his punishment."

Your optics widened and you froze. That look on your face seemed to please him and he lunged forward. You choked as he grabbed your face, pulling your head up to his level.

"It's a shame." He crooned. " You miners are so delicate. Its a miracle you managed this much through the mines already." The other servo grabbed your throat. He sighed, and tightened both grips.

The accumulating andrenaline allowed you to kick below in panic. The venom was dissapating. You feel a little pulse in your pedes, as well as the sensors blooming back on your digits.

"Now, I'll give you two options" He leaned closer. "And I'll only say this once. You can serve Cybertron and it's people — or,"

The servo clutching your throat released and glided down, down and lower...

" Or, you can serve me. Your Prime. Your leader — What will that be?"

Your optics flickered, staring back into his blue ones.

You faintly reminisced bumping into a miner on the street while heading down to the main square of iacon. You've just had your pay, a few hundred shanix clutched in your servos and the collision smeared them across the ground. Frantic, you tried to pick them up, ignoring the several laughters from the bots above — and the miner did too. They were just like you, except...

"Here," They said.

You look up.

They were pretty. Well kempt. A gentle smile on their face. Their platings were shiny, glossy. Without a scratch.

You were confused.

They were just like you. No cogs. No nothing.

"Oh, you're at a different sector, then?" You remember asking.

The miner blinked and frown, chagrined as he handed the last slip of shanix and looked away. You couldn't asked more. A mech with gleaming gold platings dragged them away.

The last look he gave was a somber look before looking ahead. Never back.

You remember being confused. A little irritated at such a display the senator took them away.

But, now. Now, it all made sense.

Is that what it was?

A toy for them to play with?

"I'll...serve....you...." You croaked out.

But even so, at least you're able to live.

"Good mech."

[kill4luvina]

"Too Much!"

TattooArtist!Ony x Black!Reader

Summary : Y/N asks her boyfriend for a new tattoo under her tits, after telling her over and over again it'll hurt he finally agrees, he starts only for the exact thing he wanted to prevent happening. So, he evens out the pain by getting her a vibrator as he continues doing the tattoo on her, only to end up fucking her <3

Warning(s): SMUT, NOT PROOF READ AT ALL, Vibrator Usage, uh probably more but idk.

(Idc, Ony got cornrows here like anyway)

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"Babbyyy, Please?" You were on your knees begging to your boyfriend as you held out your phone showing him the under boob tattoo you badly wanted. "No, you gon be cryin, that shi hurt like a bitch." he'd mutter rolling his eye trying to look everywhere put your face. "B-but" you'd start sniffling and tearing up, he had spoiled you way too much, and honestly it was too late to stop. "fuck.. okay.." he'd finally give in making you jump into his arms in excitement.

The next day, you came into his privet room in the back of the tattoo shop. You were wearing a white mini crop top showing your under boobs with a short black mini skirt that barely covered your ass with pretty black Gucci Strappy Sandal Heels. You'd hug your boyfriend in excitement thanking him again for letting you have it on the house, like you always do. It was a trade actually, he'd give you free tattoo's and you'd braid his hair whenever he wanted. "I shouldn't let you pop out no where dressed like this no more.." He'd sigh noticing the pretty under ass tattoo he had done for you months ago with his name, having flashbacks to when you cried your heart out until he had fingers plunged in you to even out the feeling of pain.

"Ony! You didn't tell me it hurt this bad!!" You'd scream as soon as it made contact with your skin, instantly triggering him as his left eye twitched at the statement you made. "I didn't what?" He asked looked up at you, eyes focusing on you and ngl he looked mad asl. "You said this shit last time too!" He'd say annoyed as he ignored you for about 5 minutes until you start crying. Eyes filled with tears sobbing as you brought your hands up to try and clean your overflowing tears. "Alright, stop crying mamas, give me a second." He'd say getting up taking off his gloves as he went into his drawer bringing out a new vibrator that wasn't open yet.

"Got it just for you, i didn't think you deserved it tho." He say sitting back in his seat as he watched you trying to clean your face quickly still sniffling as your face was now a mess but you still looked so cute in his eyes. He'd open you legs as he ripped off the packaging off the vibrator resting his right hand on your pussy giving you small circles making you moan as he gave you a sloppy kiss. "Feeling better?" he's ask watch you nod your head, feeling you get completely wet at just the contact of his fingers. He'd take the vibrator and turn it on low, he had bought you a pink Rabbit Vibrator. It was basically a penetrative vibrator that offered simulation to your clit to.

He's slowly slide if in before licking his fingers and putting his gloves back on as you moaned trying your hardest not to move as your legs clamped together. "Stay still.." he's say blankly as he continued your tattoo as you didn't even know how to feel at that moment, hands holding tightly to whatever you could find. This would go on for about another 25 mintues until he'd stop as you start twitching from your second orgasm somehow. He'd take off his gloves before pulling out the now soaked vibrator putting it too the side. Standing up he'd pull down his grey nike sweat pants to reveal his erection that had been twitching between his pants since this session had started.

Not being able to hold himself back anymore he'd push himself into you making you moan loudly as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck giving him sloppy kisses as he fucked you completely senseless as you babble telling him how much you love him. Crying when as he started leaving marks all over your neck finding you sensitive spot attacking it solely leaving you completely helpless. "Ony! Thank uuu!" You'd moan tears leaving your eyes as you came on him, twitching as squirting all over him as he came right after you.

He'd lay there for a moment giving you soft kisses as he whispered "Anytime my love.." Noticing you start to fall asleep knowing that you'd probably ask him to add onto this tattoo some other day noticing he hadn't completely finished it but it looked close enough to done.

LOL WHEN HE WENT OUT TO GET A BOTTLE OF WATER HE OPENED THE DOOR AND SAW A SMALL GROUP OF EMPLOYIES AND COSTUMERS AT THE DOOR LISTENING IN. LIKE BYE.

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[sugawarassoulmate]

More of shitty boyfriend daishou?????

tbh i didn't think anyone cared about him!! i never get requests for daishou 😅

words: 725

cw: fem!reader, cheating, unprotected sex, minors dni

he's still around, being the world's worst boyfriend. and honestly, reader's probably getting fed up of it at this point. he's never breaking up with mika, no matter what he whispers in your ear when the two of you are together.

you start to pull away a bit. you brush off his advances, laughing them off a simple joke, and you're making sure you're never alone with him for too long. he tries to put the moves on you but you're out the door before he can fully sink his teeth in. he tries to walk you to your dorm one night but you tell him you're meeting a friend instead.

after a while, daishou stops trying and you think he's gotten the hint. you wondered if the two of you could ever become friends once the awkwardness died down but the guilt of seeing mika's sweet face whenever she kissed her boyfriend killed that thought for you.

everything seemed fine. no more late night phone calls or sending nudes through snapchat. you and daishou could stand to be in the same room without palpable tension. his words to you were brief and while it hurt at first, you figured it was best than to continue the mess you were in before.

so when daishou approached you at a party — a get together between some of his teammates and other friends from campus, really — you didn’t think he had ulterior motives. his girlfriend was here and gave you a big hug. "it's been so long! we should hang out," she said, giving your hands a firm, loving squeeze.

you accept when daishou asks to talk somewhere quieter, thinking that he deserves some closure too.

"fuck, i need you to be quiet," he breathes, clamping his free hand over your mouth while the other keeps you pinned to the wall of the upstairs bathroom. you hadn't slept with anyone since giving daishou some distance all those months ago. the feeling of his long cock bruising your cunt had you shaking with pleasure.

you wanted to shout, to cry about how good he was fucking you but it all came out as a babble under his palm. it's probably for the best, you can only hope mika isn't getting suspicious downstairs wondering where her boyfriend ran off to.

"you can't deny of me of this like that again," a cocky grin slithers across daishou's face as he latches as the skin of your neck. "went fucking crazy not being in this pussy."

it's hard to ignore the tight feeling in your stomach when you hear those words, trying not to put so much weight into them but you've missed him too.

you didn't give much thought to date someone else — not like you and daishou were dating anyways — but you had given him so much of your attention, you didn't even know if you could flirt with another person.

there was no one else that caught your interest, just him. and it felt pathetic to admit it, having feelings for some guy that would rather juggle between two people than commit. but you can enjoy being a selfish person at least for now if it meant getting to enjoy the feeling on him.

knowing that time isn't on either of your sides, daishou fucks you harder. his hand drops from your mouth to lightly squeeze your neck, the dizziness only adding to your euphoria.

with your fingers in daishou's dark hair, you cum around his cock. any feelings of guilt you had wash away as you're overcome with the thought of "just daishou" over and over again.

"that's my girl, you're gonna take my cum, yeah?" he coos. "don't let a single drop go to waste."

even after he cums, daishou doesn't stop his pace, fucking his seed deep inside you. "ahh sugu, it's so much," you whine, feeling his cum running down your thigh when he finally pulls out.

daishou does his best to clean you up with toilet paper, flushing away the evidence.

when the two of you finally make it back downstairs, mika seems blissfully unaware that daishou had been gone for so long. she pulls you into a conversation about her classes and you try to follow along, ignoring the feeling of her boyfriend's cum pooling in your underwear.

©sugawarassoulmate 2024 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[valwrites-stuff]

Hi, you write so beautifully for current James and I was wondering if I could request one, if that’s alright please? They both meet by chance and feel some connection towards each other. Reader isn’t very confident, but decides to give in and experience some loving even if it’s temporary and maybe not real. They spend an intense night full of passion, lots of emotions, different poses, etc. James is very sweet and worships all of her. They also talk to each other about everything and their bond only gets stronger. Day comes and he wakes up alone in bed as she left knowing that there never could be something between them. Feel free to add either a happy or sad ending. Thank you!! ❤️

So sorry this took me so long, I hope this is what you had in mind ❤️

Sweet connection

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Fluff and Smut 

Beneath the fluorescent lights on the inside of the gas station, the day unfolds like a cracked vinyl record, the same monotonous tune repeating itself with every passing hour. You stand behind the counter, absentmindedly sorting through a delivery of tobacco products. It was just another boring day where customers came and went, each interaction as forgettable as the last.

“Hey, can I get one of these, please?” a voice calls out, breaking through your dull concentration.

You turn, expecting to see a tired regular or a bleary-eyed traveler seeking a caffeine fix. Instead, your heart leaps into your throat as you process the sight before you, the unmistakable silhouette of James Hetfield, standing in front of you with casual confidence.

You blink as the world suddenly dims, the buzzing lights and distant sounds fading into the background. “Oh, um... sure!" You manage, scolding yourself for how utterly starstruck you feel. You can practically feel your cheeks turning crimson.

James raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Is that a yes?” His voice was rich and deep, like the heavy thrum of a guitar riff, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes! Right away!” you stammer, focusing your attention back to the display of cigars as if the neatly arranged packages would provide you with the composure you desperately need. Your fingers tremble as you fish one out, nearly dropping it twice before you turn around to the register and the Metallica frontman.

As you scan the item, you risk a glance at him. James was studying you with an amused expression, those piercing blue eyes strangely warm, as if they saw more than just a stranger. “You a fan?” he asks with a chuckle, seemingly being able to see right through you, leaning against the counter, his presence both intimidating and thrilling.

“Uh, yeah! I mean, I am, but—” you interrupt yourself, unsure how to express your admiration without sounding like a babbling fangirl. “I just didn’t expect to see you here. Like, in this... gas station,” she replied awkwardly.

He chuckles again, that rich sound echoing in your ears, and you can't ignore how his soft laughter makes you feel all fluttery inside. “Yeah, I tend to haunt the unlikeliest of places."

“I can see that,” you say with a shy smile, thankful that your voice seems to be regaining some of its earlier confidence. You hand him the sealed package and your fingers brush slightly, sending a jolt of electricity through you. His gaze lingers on yours, and time feels like it has hit the brakes.

He glances around, as if noticing for the first time how small and mundane the place is. “You know, it’s nice to get away from the limelight sometimes. Just bought a house around here. That's if you're wondering what I'm doing in a small town like this." 

His words take you by surprise. You had never expected to hear something so personal from a rockstar. It was as if he felt a strange sense of trust in you, despite knowing you are a fan.

"I can understand that, Mr. Hetfield," you reply, your voice trembling slightly. "It must be hard to live a life in the spotlight."

He nods, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Yeah. Sometimes, it's nice to just be... normal, you know? To have a quiet place to retreat to."

"It's nice here, would you like me to show you around sometime?" You ask, the question spilling from your lips before you can stop it.

He looks at you, surprised, then a slow smile spreads across his face. "I wouldn't mind that," he says, his eyes twinkling.

"Well I...you know where you can find me." You smile and watch his curious features before he pays for his cigars and gas.

You talk for a few more minutes, your conversation flowing effortlessly despite your nervous demeanor.

As he turns to leave, you can't help but feel a strange sense of connection with him. Despite your vastly different lives, you share a common desire for peace and simplicity.

"Thank you." he says, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "It's nice to talk to someone who understands. Oh and call me James."

With that, he strides out of the gas station, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder and an unexpected memory. As you watch his car disappear into the distance, you can't shake the feeling that you just had an encounter with a man who, beneath the rockstar persona, was simply a human being longing for simple connection.

You feel your gaze drawn towards the window, the cars passing by, a welcoming distraction from your rambling thoughts. Lost in your reverie, you barely notice the incessant buzzing of a phone.

Glancing down at your own, you realize with a start that it was not the source of the noise. Your eyes fall on the foreign device resting on the counter—James' phone. A sigh escapes your lips as you realize the predicament.

Tossing up your options, you decide to return the phone after work. You know you could inquire in town about his new abode or simply search for his distinctive car.

Curiosity mingles with a sense of anticipation as you plot your evening adventure. You'll find a way to make his forgotten phone a bridge, a chance to cross the space that separates you, a chance to maybe find your way into his life.

You clock out of work at the end of your shift and get into your car, ready to face your mission. As you drive your heart beats a little faster and after a few wrong turns, you finally navigate your way to a lakeside neighborhood, where the air carries the scent of pine and tranquility.

There you spot it, a sleek black luxury SUV parked in the driveway of a very modern style country house. You park your own car and step out, your pulse racing. As you approach the house, each step is a mixture of excitement and trepidation. What if he’s not home? What if he is? Would he even remember you?

You walk up to the front door, the air thick with anticipation and ring the doorbell. Moments later, the door swings open, revealing that familiar face. He blinks in surprise, and his eyes widen in recognition. "It's you!" he exclaims, and suddenly, the world fades away.

“Your phone,” you manage to say, holding it out like a peace offering. His soft laugh dances through the evening air.

"Oh wow, there it is, I had no clue where I left my phone, I was searching the whole house. Can't believe you went through all this trouble to bring it back to me despite not knowing where to find me...," he says, his voice filled with gratitude.

"It was no trouble at all...it's a small town you know..." you reply, trying to keep your cool despite the fact that you were standing in front of one of your biggest idols. "I just wanted to make sure you got it back."

"Well thank you, I appreciate it," James says, a small smile playing on his lips. "Would you like to come in for a drink? I feel like I owe you one."

You can't believe your luck. Not only are you standing at James Hetfield's front door, but now he is inviting you into his home. "Oh I...I would love to," you say, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

As you walk into his house, you can't help but take in every detail. A very rustic farmhouse style but at the same time very modern and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense. James leads you to the living room and offers some coffee which you gladly accept.

"So, I didn't get your name did I?" James asks from the kitchen, before taking a seat on the couch next to you after placing two cups of coffee on the wooden table in front of you.

"I'm Y/N," you reply, feeling a rush of nerves at the thought of actually having a conversation with him.

"Well, Y/N, I have to say, I'm impressed by your honesty and determination, I haven't even realized I lost my phone for the longest time, and that anyone who found it would respect my privacy is quite a rare thing I guess...," James says, his eyes meeting yours.

You feel your cheeks flush at his words. "Oh I promise I haven't touched it since finding it on the counter...I just couldn't let your phone go missing," you say, trying to sound casual.

James chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I'm glad you did. And who knows, maybe it was fate that brought us together. It's nice to get to know someone from around the area you know." 

You can't believe what you are hearing. Is James Hetfield actually flirting with you? You take a sip of your coffee, trying to calm your racing heart.

As the evening goes on, you talk and laugh, sharing stories and getting to know each other. And as the hours pass, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this chance encounter at work could turn into something more for real.

"You know I'm having quite a hard time these days, after my recent divorce..." James says as he's staring ahead as if to avoid your gaze despite deciding to tell you about his personal problems.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you," you reply sympathetically, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort.

"Yeah, it's been tough. I never thought I would be going through something like this. I thought she was the one, you know?" James says, his voice filled with a hint of sadness.

"I understand. It's never easy when a relationship comes to an end, especially when you thought it would last forever," you say, trying to offer some words of encouragement.

"I just feel a little lost, like I put so much of myself into that relationship, and now it's gone," James tells you.

"It's okay to feel that way, James. It's all a part of the healing process. Just remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you and want to help you through a difficult time," you say, squeezing his hand gently.

"I appreciate that, I really do. It's just hard, you know." James says.

"Take it one day at a time. Allow yourself to process your feelings. And remember, there is always hope for a brighter future, even in the darkest of times," you say, offering him a small smile of reassurance.

"Thank you for listening, and for being here for me. It means more than you know," James says, finally meeting your gaze with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

"Of course, James. I want to see you happy. You deserve nothing less," you say, giving his hand one final squeeze before letting go.

As you sit in silence, the weight of James' words hanging in the air, you realize that sometimes the greatest act of kindness is simply being there for someone in their time of need. And in that moment, you know that you will do whatever it takes to help James find his way back to happiness. As much as you can do that is.

"Thank you, really. I'll be fine, I just had to get away for a bit, so I came here and bought this house. You know a place I can come back to whenever I need to clear my head for a while."

"You sure made the right decision like you'll love it here and this view? Look at that, it's fantastic." Admires the sight out of the large windows, giving you an amazing overview of the lake outside. 

As you stare out into the scenery, James nods but keeps his eyes on you, having a much better view, admiring the person in front of him, yearning for something that makes him feel desired and something that reminds him of his once felt love towards someone. 

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, reflected in the still surface of the lake. "I know it's beautiful," James says, his voice calm and soft, "but not quite as beautiful as you..."

You turn your head, catching the warmth in his gaze. He had moved closer, his arm resting against the back of the sofa, his hand gently resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of his eyes.

"James..." you breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs. He doesn't speak, simply leans in, his lips coming to brush yours in a feather-light touch. His kiss was slow, a gentle exploration, tasting of the unspoken desires.

You feel a rush of emotions flood through you as you melt into his touch. The world around you seems to fade away as you lose yourself in the moment. His hand moves from your thigh to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You can feel the heat between you, the electricity crackling in the air. It seems to be a moment of pure connection, a moment where everything else ceases to exist. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You kiss him back eagerly as he pulls you closer. And then, suddenly, he grabs your leg and pulls you into his lap, holding onto your thighs to keep you seated.

His touch is electric, sending a jolt of desire through you as you look into his eyes, dark with desire. "Do you want this?" he whispers against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.

You nod, unable to form words as you lean in to kiss him again. The connection between you is intense, a fire burning between you that threatens to consume you both.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you look into his eyes and whisper, "Yes, I need this..."

And with that, you surrender yourself to the passion that had been building between you, letting go of all inhibitions as you give yourself over.

You can feel James' hands grabbing onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, body pressed against his. The contact is making you shiver and your heart pound in your chest. 

His lips find your neck, placing hot kisses on your skin and you moan softly, hands moving to the hem of his shirt, fingers finding their way underneath the fabric, feeling his warm skin. 

Your touch makes goosebumps rise on James' skin, his lips moving to your ear, breath hot against your flesh.

"You're so fucking sexy," he whispers, his hands moving to your thighs, fingers digging into them. You bite your bottom lip, hands wandering to the front of his pants, your fingers nervously fumbling with his belt. You can already feel the hardness through James' jeans, your body influenced by the action.

You let out a soft breath as your digits finally manage to undo his belt, hand slipping inside his pants, your fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

"Fuck, Y/N," James gasps, his hips bucking into your hand. You start to stroke him, hand moving up and down his length, your thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that had leaked out. You can feel him getting harder in your palm and you lean forward once more, lips finding his, your tongues dancing together as you continue to stroke him.

"I want you, James," You whisper against his mouth and James lets out a soft groan, his large hands moving to your ass, pulling you closer to him.

"I want to feel you inside of me." You murmur into the kiss. "Fuck, if you continue doing this, I'm gonna cum," James moans as you can feel him getting closer. 

He lets out a soft sigh, his hands moving to your shirt, undoing the buttons. You squeal internally as he removes it from your shoulders, hands going to your bra, undoing the clasp. As the bra falls away, James's hands replace it, cupping your petite breasts, thumbs gently brushing over peaked nipples. He kneads the soft flesh, his touch both possessive and adoring. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips finding yours again, his kiss tender and deep.

You moan into the kiss, body trembling with need. James's expert touch drives you wild, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. You pull away slightly, eyes dark with desire. "James, please."

In response, James moves to gently push you down onto your back, bare skin touching the texture of the sofa and your legs wrapping themselves around his waist. 

He kicks off his shoes before pulling the shirt over his head, your eyes locked on his delicious appearance, body well maintained, tattooed arms strong and ready to keep you in place.  

James's hands move to the waist of your pants, quickly undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. With a swift motion, he peels the pants off, leaving you in only a pair of skimpy lace panties.

James gazes at your naked body, a look of appreciation on his face. "You're gorgeous," he breathes, his eyes raking over your form. "I can't wait any longer."

With that, James is on his feet and quickly sheds the rest of his own clothes, his cock erect and proud, throbbing with need. "I want you inside of me," you murmur.

Groaning, James climbs back onto the sofa, hovering over your body, hooking his inked fingers into the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs. Left bare, he situates himself between your spread legs. He rubs his tip teasingly against your wet entrance, causing your hips to buck instinctively. "You want it, baby?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me how much you want this." 

"I want it so bad." You pant, eyes fixed on where both of your bodies join. "Please, fill me up. I need to feel you, take me hard."

James doesn't need to be told twice. With a savage growl, he plunges deep into your tight and welcoming heat. You cry out, your back arching off the sofa as you feel every inch of James's thick cock filling you up.

He starts to move, his hips snapping as he establishes a steady rhythm. Your hands grasp his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper. "Fuck me, James," you moan, voice breathy. "Harder, please."

James complies, slamming into you needily with each powerful thrust. Your eyes roll back in your head as you cling to James, nails digging into his flesh. "That's it, baby," James growls, his hands holding onto your thighs, spreading them wider to allow even deeper penetration. "Take it all. You're doing so good."

The sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room, accompanied by your whines of pleasure. James leans down, capturing a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he continues to thrust. "You gonna cum for me?" he urges, his voice rough. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

Your soon to be happening orgasm hits you like a freight train. You cry out, body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washes over you. James feels your pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him, and it's all he can take. With a few more powerful thrusts, he spills himself deep inside of you, moaning freely as his release coats your gummy walls.

Collapsing onto your sweaty body, James tries to catch his breath, his own body slick with sweat. Your arms wrap around him, a satisfied smile on your face. "That was incredible," you whispered, stroking James's silver hair.

James chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "We're not done yet," he promises, already feeling his cock stirring again. "I have a feeling this night is going to be very long and very satisfying."

And it was. James and you explore each other's bodies with relentless passion, discovering new ways to pleasure each other with each passing hour. It was a night of uninhibited desire, one that both would remember with intense satisfaction for a very long time.

The sheets were a tangled mess, and your bodies were spent, but the smile on your faces said it all. It was a night of pure, unadulterated, erotic bliss but it all seemed to end too soon when James awoke in his bed by early morning, left with nothing but a cold and empty mattress next to him, your presence still lingering in every cell of his body, making him let out a sigh as he stares at the ceiling wondering when he deserves to feel that certain kind of happiness again, not just for one simple night but for a brighter future.

But little did he know that you would come back with a warm smile and a fresh breakfast waiting for him, driving all the way to the best bakery in town by early morning, hoping he would still be asleep and not sad about your disappearance. And after the sun rises he would be one happy man with wonderful hopes for the future. 

[crystalitecloudie]

It's 4 am and I know I should be asleep... BUT I HAD A SAHSRAU IDEA (specifically cult!au with creators and stuff) AND I CAN'T IGNORE IT

This is gender neutral btw

EDIT: here is the link to part 2

Imagine...

You first descend into this world as the player, simply falling asleep in our world, and waking up in theirs. You wake up in Jarilo-VI, specifically in the bountiful snowy landscapes outside Belobog. However, at first, you believe it to be simply a vivid dream.

This is because when you touch the snow, it feels lukewarm to you. In fact, you are simply in flowy clothes (dress, shirt and pants, doesn't matter). You're dressed for a breezy summer picnic, not the harsh, unsurvivable winters of the Eternal Freeze.

But that does not stop barefoot you. You simply do not feel the cold, and it does not affect your body in turn.

The fragmentum monsters also pay no mind to you. They do not actively try to befriend you, but extended periods of time around them does not corrupt your mind like a mere mortal's would. You simply co-exist together with them.

However, after months of living in the Eternal Freeze, you have come to realize this is not a dream. You have yet to realize you are in the world of Honkai Star Rail, and are simply living a peaceful and voidous life.

That is... until Sampo finds you. He asks you to hide him, and when guards approach you, you have been so detached from human civilization that you are barely able to make conversation. You think in full, clear sentences, but your words stumble out like that of a child learning to walk and talk. They are accusing you of helping a criminal, along with three others that you know to be Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng. However, you certainly don't let on any clue that you know these people.

You're smarter than that.

And with your babbling like a child, Gepard and the other guards quickly assume that your mind, likewise, is also dumb and toddler-like. Innocent and naive. And as you are led into the city of Belobog's overworld, you realize that you are okay with this. You are a pretty, innocent babbling face, and appearing so allowed you to get away with quite a few things.

For example, when the trio of friends was chased into the underworld, you were not faced with similar charges. Instead, Cocolia forced you into a room in her palace, saying something about how the creator deserved the utmost respect.

You didn't really understand why you were being locked in a room and not allowed to leave, but if it meant free food and all the toys in the world, you could not care less. Humans were interesting creatures anyhow.

Even when you came to understand that this was not a simple Isekai, you simply wondered how the Supreme Guardian knew of your divine heritage. You had planned to keep it hidden for much, much longer... but alas.

I would write more but just seriously need to go to bed istg

Just credit me if you use this concept I guess idk I'm tired

[star2fishmeg]

Hello! I’m the Romeo fujio anon from earlier and I just saw the post you made about accepting other high & low characters. If that’s still true then how do you feel about a shoji sameoka request? It would be a reader who’s new to town and doesn’t really know any of the gangs so shoji takes it upon himself to keep an eye on her and gradually becomes so soft and simp like for her. Readers kinda dense so shoji has to become much more obvious with his flirting. Feel free to ignore if it’s too specific

ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇ sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

Pairing: Sameoka Shoji x afab!reader

Summary: out of all the people Shoji had met in his life, y/n was, in fact, the biggest threat to him. Specifically the biggest threat to his heart

Warnings: fluff, Shoji being painfully smitten, ooc shoji, swearing

Authors note: Hi anon, while I appreciate the request, I’ve seen that this one was quite similar to a request a mutual of mine received. If it was coincidental, that’s completely fine, no biggie. I should’ve stated before that I usually don’t do requests that have been requested to someone else as they make me feel inadequate and I worry about the other writer’s feelings too, but since this is my error and slightly different to the other request, I still went through with it. I hope you enjoy😊

Authors note II: ooc = out of character, this is my first time writing him

Request: above!

Fucking Ebara hooligans

All she wanted was to grab a few snacks and flavourings for her mum, but of course the local Ebara delinquents loitered outside the doors, firing a million unnecessary questions about who she was, where she came from, what school she went to, all that babble. And while she got through their herd, trying to find the right seasoning under the flickering light, two Ebara students’ hawk-like glares stabbed the back of her head like daggers. She kept her breathing steady, slow breaths, lax posture, eyes straight in front of her on the labels.

“Oi, d’you know where the fuck you think you are?” one hissed, hands stuffed into his pockets and approaching with a sick smirk. She watched him get closer from the corner of her eyes, pulling the ingredient she needed off the shelf and into her basket. Turning away from him, she was instantly met with the other boy’s figure scowling down at her.

“He asked you a question.”

Her head craned to the boy behind her, “The convenient store, where the fuck d’you think you are?” Neither of them responded to her, the three just stared each other in the eyes, as if waiting for someone to make the first strike. All that tension and all she wanted was food. Any anxiety that once rattled through her had morphed into bubbling anger, heart practically pounding in her ears. Her foot stepped to the side slightly, if to gesture that she was to leave, but the man glaring her down’s hand gripped her arm and she knew fleeing wasn’t going to come easy.

“Just let her go, not worth the hassle.” She turned her head towards the voice; another tall Ebara student with a thick chain and padlock around his neck, and two braids pulling his hair out his face. The two stepped away, letting her arm go and she scoffed, walking towards the braided man, eyes fixed on his as she turned the corner, mumbling a ‘thanks’ on her way to the checkout.

“The fuck was that for, Sameoka?” the guy growled.

Sameoka cocked an eyebrow, “She’s not a threat and besides,” his eyes glanced back to her paying, “I don’t think she’s been here long.”

--

Turning the corner of the street, she waved her goodbyes to the friends she made a week ago. With transferring schools so late in the year, she thought she’d spend most of it alone but apparently, she was more approachable than she thought. The skies were still pale, evening still another couple hours to fall. Yet, the strong presence that taunted her mind still lingered even as she walked further towards her house, the clicking of shoes becoming irritating, especially as they matched her rhythm.

She stopped. They stopped. “If you’re going to stalk me, at least be less obvious about it.” She put her weight onto her hip and turned around, face almost unimpressed to find Braids from the previous week standing with his hands in his pockets, looking directly back at her, also unimpressed.

“Wasn’t stalking you, I have my own stalker thanks.” He scoffed smirking, almost humorously.

“Oh really? A delinquent with a fangirl stalker? Funny.” She mused.

He casually walked closer, looming over her figure, “I’m serious, but she also follows the Kamasaka bastards too so m’not really worried about it.”

“Why are you following me anyway? If you’re gonna jump me like your boys were just do it.” She shrugged, standing up straight as if surrendering.

Sameoka ruffled her hair, “Actually just making sure you don’t get jumped. You’re new here and naïve to what goes on.” Y/n struggled his large hand off her head, fumbling with her hair to make it presentable again. Sameoka started strolling again, loosely taking her wrist as if to say, ‘walk with me’ and ultimately followed her lead.

“Okay, so then tell me why you feel the need to follow me?”

“In short, gang culture is high and the convenient store you were at the other day? Ebara’s hang out spot. We usually don’t like outsiders there but since you looked so stupid, there was no point in threatening you. You’ll know they’re from Ebara by their plaid trousers.” He pointed to his trousers, y/n nodding.

“Well, what if I am a threat, huh?” She jabbed his arm teasingly. On a normal day, Shoji would’ve punched back twice as hard, but since she was, in fact, naïve and in his eyes, kind of cute, he let it slide, not hating it as much as he thought.

“You’re right,” he began and held the arm she jabbed as if he were in extreme pain, “Ow, my arm is in soooo much pain! You’re just too strong.” His voice reeked of sarcasm, but she laughed either way.

“I’m here, but please don’t break in, uh-“ she stopped outside her house, an average family home but with an extraordinarily clean front garden.

“-Shoji. Sameoka Shoji. See ya around, y/n.”

She smiled, waddling to her front door, halting when the realisation struck her that he knew her name when she never told him. She swung around to protest, but he had vanished. Nothing she could do now.

--

Thank god it was Friday, y/n practically burst out the classroom door upon the final bell, no hesitation, waiting for no-one. Months passed and she still aimed to be the first to leave the room every time, just to show how much she really did not want to be there anymore.

But what she didn’t need was the sun blinding her as she left the front doors of the school, almost making her walk into three different people before her eyes adjusted to see Shoji leaning against the wall just outside the campus grounds. Students alike whispered amongst each other about Ebara having business with their regular school, or wondering if they were looking for someone. And he was.

“Shoji? What’re you doing here?” y/n called, walking closer to him. He stood straight, lips quirking into a small smile at her.

“Came to pick a pretty girl up.”

“Woah, she’s lucky.” Shoji’s brain short-circuited briefly, and he blinked a couple times before shaking his head.

“Start walking, I have a fight later.” He ushered her, taking her bag and carrying himself.

“Wait but what about the pretty girl-“

“-she’s walking, dumbarse.”

Y/n talked the entire way home, about school mainly, but branching off on tangents that Shoji hadn’t asked for but didn’t complain about as she seemed happy to tell him about it. Even standing outside her house, she continued to talk to him, like she was stalling. When she did stop to take a breath, she grinned up at him, fumbling with something in her hand. His chest tightened, heart beating faster when her eyes lit up under the sun and how even with his unapproachable appearance, she still held no hesitation in running up to him.

Her smaller hand took his palm, twisting it to face the sky before placing the item. He closed his palm and inspected it closer. A handmade bracelet, woven by hand and adjustable, in blue, grey and white. He slipped it onto his wrist and pulled his arm further away to check it out,

“It’s a good luck bracelet for later, you know, your fight. I don’t want you to lose.” His brain genuinely could not fathom why someone with a normal life, a future would be so okay with him. Or yet, condone his barbaric lifestyle. His heart swelled, no one had ever made him something before, let alone a girl who was pretty, and accepting, and that he was growing to like, maybe more than he wanted to.

“I won’t lose as long as I have you.” He smiled, a genuine one. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he abruptly pulled her into his chest, being careful that his padlock necklace didn’t smack her head. A foreign warmth spread through his veins and the pressure of her body against his was a comfort he’d want forever. Her arms snaking around his waist set off a chain reaction, his arms tightening around her and his face burying into her hair as he’d never been held like that before.

--

He'd never been in that situation before. Hell, he’d never been in a girl’s bedroom before. Months of walking her home, keeping an eye on her whenever he caught her outside, back and forth bantering and texting seemed to fly before his eyes like a roll of film.

Y/n sat at her desk, grinding through her homework while he lay on her bed in a comfortable silence. Her space reflected her personality, filled with the things she loved and the new additions of photobooth pictures she made them take one weekend. He remembered being so embarrassed at the time, but the more he looked at the photos, the more he found them endearing and if it meant he could be with her, he was shameless about it. Who cared what his boys thought anyway, his life was his business.

“You can leave, if you’re bored.” She stated, eyes still focused on the notebook in front of her, voice flat with disappointment. It was that moment when he realised that she hadn’t smiled once since they met up, but every time he wanted to ask, a lump formed in his throat.

“M’not bored, you’re just cute when concentrating. Don’t wanna disturb ya.” He rolled onto his side, propped up on his elbow. She glanced in his direction, hoping he couldn’t see how pink her cheeks were as he lay there in his tank top and chain, a sight she thought only existed in her dreams.

“Oh, okay.” She nodded, continuing. He smirked at the way she pulled her lip between her teeth, struggling to get comfortable in her chair. Oh, something was on her mind, and she was just not ready to confess it to him. Shoji stood up, taking a deep breath and made his way behind her chair. His flingers slid around her head, pulling the hairs that hung down her face and tucked them behind her ears before leaning over her, hands placing onto her desk while his breath on her neck made the hairs on her neck stand on end. Y/n’s breath hitched, he was directly behind her, so unbelievably close her mind short circuited, throat dry and stomach protruding to her throat.

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl. You haven’t smiled all day, beginning to think I did something.” He mumbled, his voice deep and gravelly as it rattled through her bones. The grip on her pen loosened and she slowly turned her head to face his, lips inches away.

“You could never upset me, Shoji,” her eyes glistened, piercing into his as they flickered between his eyes and lips, “Just some guys today said some things and I cried so much I missed my class. Got told that if I don’t catch up, I’ll be on cleaning duty for two weeks. But it’s not a big deal, it’s fine.”

“I’d be damned if I didn’t see you smile at least once today,” he reassured, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, “Would make sure you’re happy and beat the fuck outta those guys. Would be with you all the time if you’d let me?”

They stared at each other for what felt like ages, gulping and the eye contact igniting adrenaline in veins that surged through them. Shoji’s head span at the lack of response, watching her mouth open just to close again.

“Why wouldn’t I let you?”

“Oh my god,” he chuckled, shaking his head, pulling away and crouching in front of her to meet her eye level, “I’m trying to tell you that I wanna be your boyfriend.” Y/n’s brows knitted, scanning his face, and fully turning to face him where his hands took hers. She felt stupid, was there something she was missing? Why would he say something like that when they’ve been close for so long, he was in her room for christ’s sake!

Y/n shook her head lightly, “Wait- I thought you already were?”

Shoji’s world froze, nothing but a dreaded ringing in his ears as his smile dropped entirely, giving her nothing but a blank expression. His head dropped into her lap, hands still holding hers as she tilted her head. He groaned in frustration – all that time he spent flirting, showing her, he was so desperately trying to communicate he was interested, and she just assumed he could read her mind the entire time. He exhaled, looking back up at her and lips morphing into the biggest grin he’d ever given anyone. In return, she grinned back, giving his head a pat.

“You look super hot without your jacket, by the way.”

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[sugdenlovesdingle]

I'm feeling very zen this morning about bucktommy.

Maybe it's because it's been over a week since the shoddy ending to 8x06 and it feels less raw.

Maybe it's because even if Tommy never comes back at least 8x07 gave more proof/weight (can't find the right word) about how much the relationship meant to Buck by showing how much he's struggling, something he never got with any other LI except Abby.

Maybe it's because knowing how much balderdash the interviews are with dropped plots and things that never happen mean I have no more anxiety about them.

Maybe it's because from Ryan saying that Tim changes things last minute, and Tim gaslighting fans about creating plots he himself hinted at (madney/henren tension wtf?) means again ignoring what he says in interviews and that the door is wide open for a Tommy return.

Maybe it's because angst with a happy ending it's my favourite trope and the fic I've read this week has been so so achingly good it'll keep me fed throughout winter like a squirrel hoarding nuts.

Maybe it's just because it's sunny where I am today and it's put me in a good mood.

Also, I love your blog as a bucktommy (and tarlos) fan and also an old robron fan who hasn't watched since robert left but I can still get updates here 😄.

Anyway, I'm sorry for waffling in your inbox, I hope you have a great day!

Feel free to always come waffle in my inbox anon! i didn't think there was anyone out there with the same weird mix of hyper fixations as me! bucktommy x tarlos x robron ftw! 😂

But yeah I think the door is definitely open for Tommy to return in 8B. But knowing the show won't be back until March 6th after next week, I doubt Tim will even finish the scripts before March 1st!

The episode shows Buck being sad and miserable (and LONELY!! how much time were he and Tommy spending together these past 6 months??) and wanting to reach out, Tommy wanting to contact him too, Tommy constantly being on Buck's mind and if you just take everything you see at face value, that tells you those two aren't done with each other. And then tim comes and babbles in interviews almost saying the exact opposite of what's happening on screen.

Also - I only got into the fandom after the first bucktommy kiss but it seems like these post ep interviews are becoming more frequent? I don't remember seeing Tim quotes on my dash after EVERY ep - only for the big ones like season premier/season finale.

I read that it's the journalists (and I use that term loosely) that ask for these interviews and not necessarily the show sending Tim (or Oliver or Ryan or Lou or anyone) to do them and I'm just like... what is the point? Why do we need the 'boss' to run us through every episode and tell us what to think or feel? I mean the pit of despair we all plunged into after last week's ep was mostly because of the interviews. And even then, when you pull just the quotes from them (like someone has done - i forget who) it makes it so much easier to see what exactly Lou especially was saying.

Maybe we should just decide to ignore these post ep interviews as a fandom, enjoy our fics and gifs and meta - and apparently a newfound love for mpreg (lol i don't know where this came from but you do you, guys!) this winter, and see where it's at in March.

(also, please send me some of that sunshine! it's foggy and miserable and cold here!)

[chainofhyrule]

Hi! I did read the rules and saw nothing about this beinga no but feel free to ignore this of you cant/don't want to/not comfortable with this, I saw you request where open and wanted to request a cuddley/touch starved hyrule, like he wants to cuddle and be held but doesn't know how to ask for it so instead he does other little things like, sitting more closely to reader or leaving leaves in his hair cause he knows reader will pick them out or even food or dirt on his face, I'll leave it to you to decide if reader catches on or not on whats he's doing, it can either be romantic or platonic (I prefer romantic but you do what your comfortable with), please and thank you 💚

Sorry for the wait! It’s kinda short, but honestly—✨fluff✨

Such cute asks! Thank you both so, so very much!!!

(and thank you anon—I will try to remember)

Roses Without Thorns

Hyrule was never good at holding a smug face for long. Sure, when he was joking with the others, he could snicker and grin just as well as any of the rest of them…but when it came to you? He couldn’t hold smugness in his eyes to save his life.

According to the vet, his eyes practically turned to hearts, instead.

There was little Hyrule felt he could do about his view of you. You always just seemed so…kind to him. You cared for him. You…cared for all of them, really, but…Hyrule couldn’t help but hope. After all…you were always more than willing to help him out whenever he’d asked…

Currently, he sat in the dirt in front of you, his back propped up against your shins. Behind him, you sat comfortably on a log in the clearing Wolfie had found for the group to settle for the evening. As some of the others had begun to peel away layers of armour, Hyrule had come to you requesting some help detangling his hair from the tumble he had taken through some bushes downhill earlier. It had left several small twigs, leaves, and even pieces of soft bark in his hair, which you agreed to help with in a heartbeat. That smile on your face as you beckoned for him to sit…

Hyrule’s fantasies were plucked too soon by a couple of the others, namely the Captain and the Sailor, approached with inquisitive eyes, and knowing smirks.

He couldn’t bring himself to pay too much attention to their words; as far as he knew, they were just babbling about something unimportant. All Hyrule could seem to focus on was your hands in his hair, carefully pulling out twigs and leaves, as your fingers gently combed through a few tangles, as well.

It was always nice, he thought, to be taken care of so carefully. So considerably. It wasn’t something he was used to. Sure, to be taken care of by his brothers was one thing…but with you it just felt…nicer. Warmer. Like he could easily just spend hours right here, as long as he could stay sitting next to you.

He worried this made him come off as clingy, or strange. Always trying to find an excuse to feel just a glimpse of that warmth again. Maybe asking for help to detangle his hair. Maybe wiping his cheek for him when his hands were full. Maybe just…walk next to him, so he has someone to talk to?

Goddess above, he must seem like such a loser…vying for attention like a touch-starved child. He hoped…you didn’t mind. There would always be that little voice in his head telling him he was bothering you, though. Despite how strongly he wished it wouldn’t.

It was the only downside to wanting to be closer to you. There were nine of them, after all. Nine heroes of courage, all equally as entitled to your attention as the others. Was he selfish for wanting your attention to himself like this? Even if only for a little bit? Whatever the answer, and whatever the case…he didn’t want to back off. He liked being close to you. He liked talking to you. He liked being your friend.

…He liked you.

The atmosphere was calm, at least. Wild was at the cooking pot, with Four and Twilight at his either side to help. Time sat close behind, removing his gauntlets. The others all seemed to be doing their own things, with the two of you tucked somewhat close to the edge of the clearing. That was fine, though. He liked the space. He loves his brothers, of course…but he just wanted to enjoy the serenity of your proximity for a bit, is all. Nothing wrong with that, right?

…Right?

Hyrule wasn’t sure how long had passed until you had seemed to manage to free his hair from the terrible mess he’d put it in. When you announced that it was done, he smiled, and ran his own fingers through his hair, surprised at the absolute lack of knots or plant life of any kind. He craned his neck back to look up at you, his head fallen back over your knees. It was…perhaps a bit too cute.

“Thank you, y/n,” he said quietly, smiling as though there was nothing better in the world to smile about.

You nodded in return, and gave your own warm little grin, crooked, and perfect. Your hands rested on your thighs, and Hyrule had to consciously restrain himself from wanting just a little bit more…maybe a hug? Would you give him one, if he asked? He was sure you would…you were just too nice not to. But…the question was…could he ask?

Seems he didn’t need to. A minute or so had passed of him just sitting in front of you, unwilling to move just yet. Despite Hyrule’s own worries or insecurities…you enjoyed spending this time with him, as well. Having someone to look out for, even if there were 8 others, was nice. Having someone want your company, or your conversation, or even just your presence…was nice.

When Hyrule made no effort to move, you decided he ought not to feel he had to. So, you bent forward a bit, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

Hyrule, in no short order, froze. You were hugging him. He didn’t even have to ask! You were so warm…he loved it.

…Perhaps this wasn’t too bad.

Actually, no, he loved it. Loved being close to you. Loved talking to you. Loved being your friend.

…And who was he fooling, really?

He loved you.

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[hersie44]

Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 3520 words.

warning: Strong language used.

Note: I did make the reader be originally from Greece but it doesn't affect the story much so feel free to change it in your mind. :)

Chapter One.

Being back in Beacon Hills felt weird, almost like a nightmare as I walked through the halls of the empty high school that I used to attend. I looked around curiously, the classrooms looked the same and so did the locker rooms. I smiled to myself seeing the boy’s locker room in the distance, memories of sneaking in there after everyone had left to talk to my best friend running through my mind.

“What are you doing here so late!?” I squinted my eyes as a bright light was shone directly at my face, I pushed it away and glared at the man standing in front of me. The coach.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He lowered the flashlight and gave me a confused look, like I was the only crazy person that was at the school late at night.

“Good to see you too coach, I was just leaving.” I moved around him, clutching my book bag close to my chest. I had just started teaching history at Beacon Hills High School yesterday, and this was already the second night that I had decided to stay late. I missed the library here much more than I expected. Especially seeing my initials carved on one of the shelves alongside my friend’s.

“You are seriously giving all the nerds bad ideas, what kind of teacher stays late at the school to read?” I let out an exhausted sigh, he had asked the same question when he caught me in the library last night. I put on a smile and glanced back at him.

“The kind that doesn’t want your players to fail a class, because if they do fail then they won’t be able to play, and we don’t want that now do we?” I turned back around and continued walking, knowing I had won the argument. I knew how much the coach cared about having his best players on the field, unfortunately for him most of them took history.

I would never fail a student if they didn’t deserve it, and I’ve been known to give plenty of opportunities to complete homework and assignments, but the coach has been pressing all the wrong buttons for the last two days and I just needed him to keep his mouth shut.

I guess I’ve changed a lot since high school, I would have never spoken back to someone like that in my teen years. If you weren’t close to me then I seemed like the quiet kid, you know the one that everyone just ignored and went about their day. However, if you knew me then I was the exact opposite. I would speak my mind, about anything and everything. I would babble on about the most random topics if you were willing to lend an ear, and that often ended up being my best friend’s ear.

I guess I should stop calling him that, we haven’t seen or spoken to each other since we were eighteen. He left Beacon Hills after an accident, he dropped all communication and left. I stayed here for as long as I could, waiting for him to come back so that I could talk to him and comfort him, but he never did come back.

 When the summer ended, I left my number on the door of his house in case he came back, and he wanted to talk. Then I left for home, I went back to Greece and continued on with my life, got my degree in teaching and then travelled for a year or two with my grandmother. Once she was ready to settle down, we came back to Beacon Hills. She said that this place had always felt like a second home to her.

I snapped out of my daydream as I realised, I had made it out into the outside corridor, I should really start paying more attention when I’m somewhere alone in the middle of the night.

“KIRA!” I stared ahead in disbelief; three kids were laying on the floor at the end of the corridor battered and bruised. It didn’t look like they noticed me but something that was growling at them did. On instinct I ran forward, skidding to a stop in front of them. Whatever the animal was, it would have to get through me first. Which looking back on that decision, that was probably the most stupid decision that I had ever made in my life.

The situation was extremely surreal, there I was standing between three kids and two grown men wearing animal skulls that covered their faces. They were clearly strong, that was the aura they gave off as they stared me down. I had so much adrenaline running through me that I stared back at them, with a glare of rage.

“Can you three move?” I glanced down at the ground for a second, noticing a sword laying on the ground between me and the men. If I could just pick that up, then I might stand a chance against these guys.

“No! Run!” I faintly remember one of the boys screaming at me, a boy I now know as Scott McCall. I ran forward, grabbing the sword off of the floor and leaping into the air with hope that the momentum would pierce the bone armour that the men had on.

But instead of making contact I was grabbed out of the air, it felt like the world slowed down to a halt as it happened. My eyes widened as a familiar face appeared in front of him, one that should have been much older by now.

“Derek?” He acknowledged me with a glance before throwing me to the side, I’m sure he meant to be gentler, but my body hit the ground with a harsh thud and my head hit the railings. My vision became blurry as I watched the scene before me, Derek, my ex best friend who hasn’t seemed to have aged a day since I last saw him, was fighting off these tall men with his bare hands. The only thing was that he had sharp canine-like teeth and claws to match as he did so. I left the image up to the concussion I had before I crawled forward towards the kids, I tried my best to stand up.

“Come on, you need to run…” I had trusted Derek with my life many times when we were younger, so now I trusted that he could hold off the danger long enough to get these kids to safety. Then I could question him on why he doesn’t look a day over sixteen, and if he’d give me the location to the fountain of youth he had found. As they got up the ache in my head became apparent, I stumbled to the side and started to fall again. However, this time I had a much softer landing, someone had been kind enough to catch me and when I looked up, I saw the most handsome man that I could have possibly ever imagined.

“Wow…so an angel really does come get you when you die.” I closed my eyes, and I could faintly hear the sound of someone calling my name.

The memory came flooding back to me like it was yesterday, it was the finals for our basketball team. We usually never made it that far, but we finally had an ace on our team, Derek Hale, my best friend. The only thing was that no one could find him, we were all waiting on the courts for him to start the match, but no one had seen him. That is when I noticed his uncle skulking around before disappearing in the direction of the locker rooms.

“I’ll be right back.” I gave Kate a reassuring smile before following him, I didn’t trust Peter at all, so I hardly felt bad about this. He was always too hard on Derek, there had been many times where Derek decided to sleep over at my place just to avoid the douche. He didn’t seem like the supportive type either, so I don’t understand why he was here.

“Even born wolves have to learn control on a full moon, Derek.” I heard Peter’s voice echoing from the showers, I blushed at the thought of bursting into the room while Derek was naked. Maybe there was an actual emergency, and I should just go, let his uncle help him for once if it fell in the department of him being naked during the issue or maybe I should have sent Kate because she’s told me many times, she had a crush on him. But then…

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be easier for us, why does it hurt so much!?” Hurt? That sent alarm bells going off in my head, Derek was hurting. I rounded the corner and stared in shock as Derek was on his knees, completely drenched from head to toe. I could only see the side of his face, but his eyes were glowing bright blue and he had fangs like a wolf. Before I could stop myself, I let out a scream, then there was a pressure on my neck before I passed out.

I woke up with a jolt, my eyes snapping open as I heard voices coming from the distance. I was in a room I didn’t recognise, the ceiling was high and most of the bricks were exposed. It was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I sat up slowly, my brain pounding against my skull as I did so.

My ears were still ringing from earlier, my heart was still pounding in my chest from the adrenaline. Then I heard my name again, it didn’t sound like it had any emotion in it at first but as I looked in the direction of the voice I could immediately tell there was a slight worried undertone to it…just like I could always tell when he tried to hide it.

“Derek…?” Just as I thought, the man from earlier was Derek. He had grown so much, he was taller, more muscular, he had a beard and damn was he gorgeous. I took several deep breaths as three pairs of eyes fell on me, which didn’t help the growing nervousness in my stomach. Was what I remembered real? Was what I saw earlier real?

“That’s my cue to leave.” The woman spoke, she got up and left without even greeting them. The other man followed her, locking the door behind her as she left.

“Are you crazy!?” He sounded shocked and angry, the emotions clearly directed at Derek.

“Not now.” He got up and walked towards me, my spine immediately straightened, and my eyes went wide as he sat down in front of me. I wasn’t scared of him, but I suddenly felt alert in the situation, there were so many questions swirling in my head that it was almost hard to keep track of.

“What do you remember?” No “Hi, how you doing?”, no “Sorry I threw you which made you hit your head and pass out”. Nothing, just straight to what I remembered? Yeah, this was definitely Derek or should I rather say the ‘new and improved’ one.

“A lot, enough to know you’ve been keeping secrets from me before you even left.”

“It was to protect you.”

“Bullshit!” I stood up, staggering slightly which sent Derek flying to his feet to catch me. His hands landed on my waist, holding me up.

“It wasn’t to protect me! It was for your own selfish shit! You didn’t tell me things, you didn’t let me in on your little world and then you just left me! No good explanation, no good-bye just gone! I stayed here for months for you! Taking care of your family after the fire, I spent my summer hoping you would come back but you didn’t! You ass!” I hit his chest hard which for once made him flinch, but he still had a glare on his face as he stared down at me like a predator warning his prey.

“You didn’t stay either so how is it fair that you can be mad at me, but you weren’t here when I came back?” I glared at him, absolutely pissed that he would switch the blame to me so quickly.

“I left you a note with my number on it and my new address, I couldn’t stay when my whole family was leaving! I was eighteen without a job, how would I live here!?” I tried to push him off, but he just tightened his grip on me.

“There was no note.”

“That might have been my fault.” Our heads whipped to the other man in the room, he had a sheepish grin on his face, but he didn’t look sorry at all as he shrugged and crossed his arms.

“I took it off, didn’t want you to have stalkers back home.” I blinked in disbelief, it was private property so no one would have went there besides Derek's family.

“Peter?”

“In the flesh.” He did a small bow, now my blood was boiling even more. Of course, it was Peter who made sure we never spoke again, he never liked me since I always made Derek talk back to him, I made Derek stand up for himself against him. Rightfully so because he is an asshole.

“But how!? You were burnt and paralysed in the fire! I looked after you and Laura in the hospital for my whole summer!”

“Long story but thanks for that, cupcake.” My grip on Derek’s arms tightened, he took that as a sign that if he didn’t get me out of here that I would try to burn Peter to a crisp myself this time.

“I’m taking you home.” I screeched as he picked me up, something I definitely wasn’t used to. I was well aware that I probably couldn’t walk by myself, the longer I’m awake the more my body aches and pains. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I decide not to protest.

“I hate you sometimes.” I heard a little huff, something he did when he was trying not to smile. Even though I was extremely mad at him right now, his warmth was welcomed. At least that hasn’t changed, he was still my personal heater.

“Just sometimes?” I opened my eyes as one of his hands wrapped around mine, my pain starting to slowly go away. I glanced down, there were black veins on his hand and arm where we were touching, another thing I suddenly remembered seeing before. Once we were outside, he put me in the passenger seat of a car, a car I was assuming was his.

“Derek, please talk to me. Explain this to me.” He sighed, I gave him my best pleading look which made him shake his head before he knelt down next to me.

“I’m a werewolf.”

“Yeah, I guessed.” I cleared my throat, my eyes meeting his. “I saw you before, before that basketball game when we were younger.”

“Before Peter knocked you out, I remember.”

“He is a royal pain in the ass, fucking asshole. But you know I wasn’t scared of you, right? I would have accepted you even back then.” I reached out for his hand and laced our fingers together, squeezing it tightly. His eyes flickered down to our hands, he seemed to be processing the feeling like no one has held his hand since he last saw me.

“I know, you were a weirdo that would have accepted me even if I had two heads.” I laughed at that, a smile growing on my face as I looked at him.

“Yeah, but your ego was enough to deal with.” He rolled his eyes at that, but I could see the smile he was hiding, beneath all the changes that he went through I could still see the old Derek. The person he was before all the pain. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from mine, the playful atmosphere now depleting.

“I wanted to tell you but the last person I told died, and then Kate…”

“Argent?” He nodded, then he began to explain what happened in the last few years. How Paige actually died, that Kate was the one who set fire to his house and killed his family because she was a hunter and that’s why she wanted to date him. He told me about when he came back to Beacon Hills, all the things that happened with a group of high schoolers he met. It was a lot to take in, but I paid attention, I knew he would never lie…well tell a whole fabricated supernatural story because he was never that creative.

“I’m sorry, Derek. I’m so sorry.” I leaned forward, hugging him with my arms wrapped around his neck. I could tell he wasn’t expecting it, he froze for a moment. Usually, I never cry about things but now that I knew the truth, I couldn’t stop the tears. The amount of times Derek could have died or was close to death while I wasn’t with him crashed down on me, I sobbed and hiccupped while holding onto him. That’s when his arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly to his chest as I cried.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, just on the side of the road in his car with his arms around me. The crying had given me a headache but being close to him felt good, being like this again felt good. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Please come home with me, please stay like you used to. I need you…” Another thing that was out of character for me, begging for someone to stay. I don’t know if fear had overcome me from realising there was a whole dangerous world of creatures that could kill me if they weren’t good like Derek, or if I was just scared that if he left me, he would leave again.

“Okay…okay.” His voice was soft, something that only happened when I was extremely upset about something. He got up, tucking me into my seat and putting on my seatbelt. Once he was in the driver’s seat I grabbed his hand again, holding it with both of mine. This time he squeezed my hand, starting the car with his free hand and then driving off.

Later...

When we arrived at my place Derek has decided that I still couldn’t walk on my own, he picked me up from the passenger seat and walked towards my front door. The little act of kindness made me giggle, knowing full well that if I ever asked to be carried again then he would say no.

“Welcome to my humble abode, my bedroom is upstairs.” He nodded, taking a quick look around my house before ascending to the second floor. I had boxes all around, not having unpacked anything besides my bedroom and the kitchen.

“Am I allowed to dress myself or are you going to strip me too?” He grunted, not enjoying my teasing as he put me down on the bed. He walked over to my closet.

“Still sleep in shorts and a tank top?” He barely asked the question before throwing those items at me, I laughed and caught them.

“Yeah, but only when it’s hot. Then again it should be very hot since my personal heater has returned.” He chuckled at this, looking at the wall as I got changed.

“I see you still have some of my sweatpants, I’m borrowing one.” I blushed and looked away as he changed, though I did take a glance as he took off his shirt. He had definitely worked out during the time we were separated and had gotten a tattoo on his back. It was safe to say he was an absolute catch. I shook my head, not believing my thoughts about a man that was my best friend for most of my childhood.

He walked over to me, he had opted to not put a shirt on which I was definitely complaining about.

“Where am I sleeping?” I patted next to me which made him raise an eyebrow, I guess now that we’re older it was a bit weird to share a bed as just friends, but I didn’t care. I had missed sleeping in his arms.

“Don’t question it, I missed you.” He sighed and laid next to me, I didn’t hesitate to crawl into his arms. When I pulled the blanket over us, I felt safe, it was just like when were younger again. Derek was my dream catcher, keeping the nightmares and bad thoughts away. Now being with him kept more than that away, I felt like as long as I was with him the new world, I knew about wasn’t so scary after all. His warmth made me sleepy, my eyes closing as I drifted off.

Just before I fell asleep, I felt his arms tighten around me.

[trans-ace-lee]

Wow Fantasstic Baby

Author's Note: The title is a reference to this song Fantastic Baby - BigBang and was inspired by a post by @ticklishfanart about Tsukishima's milky legs. Warning: This is a tickle fic, so if that's not something you want to see, feel free to ignore this post.

I've read the manga in full twice and own the whole manga set, so I think it's a crime I haven't written for Haikyuu yet. Enjoy this hellhole of a fic that I came up with at work and mostly wrote on the bus to and from work and at work in corners of breakrooms.

Mutuals tag: @otomiya-tickles @italeean @giggly-squiggily @myreygn @ticklygiggles @duckymcdoorknob @jettorii

Tsukishima likes to say that he enjoys massages. Yamaguchi, the bastard, likes to give him back massages during intense study sessions under the guise of trying to put him to sleep.

Additionally, Akiteru refers to him as a stick of bamboo, saying that he needs to learn how to “loosen up” a bit. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he is a stiff person. Since throwing himself into volleyball, his muscles ache all the time, so massages are also welcome to relieve his pain.

And he would like to say he’s enjoying the leg massage that Kuroo had offered to give him, but he’s too busy cackling to pay attention to how nice it feels.

“Really, here?” Kuroo asks while kneading into his calves as Tsukishima debates actually slamming his fists onto the ground. He didn’t even know that calves could be ticklish, let alone garner such a big reaction out of someone.

“Staahahaap,” Tsukishima begs, trying to yank his legs out of Kuroo’s grasp.

He doesn’t need to turn around to know there’s a smirk on the latter’s face. “But this is for your own good.” Kuroo pauses to skitter his fingers from the back of Tsukishima’s knees to just below his butt. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish. Plus, I kind of want to keep tickling you.”

Tsukishima fully smashes his face into his arms to hold back a scream.

And to Tsukishima’s utter, utter horror, Kuroo doesn’t miss his reaction.

“Oh? I always thought you had a nice ass, but I didn’t expect it to be so ticklish,” Kuroo says.

The sound that comes out of Tsukishima at the comment doesn’t sound human. “Damn, your ears sure turn red fast, don’t they?”

“Fuhahuck,” Tsukishima replies, giggling like the rattling sound of a snare drum when Kuroo starts pinching all over his ass. He’s thankful that they’re the only ones in the gym. Maybe personal practice was more useful than he originally thought. “Naaahahat there. Stohohop.”

“Not here?” Kuroo switches to spidering along the bottom of his butt, every once in a while, sneaking a hand to his inner thighs. “You sound so happy though.”

Lies. Straight-up lies. He’s not happy, he’s dying. Here lies Tsukishima Kei. Maybe Yamaguchi will miss him.

“Fine. I’ll move,” Kuroo says, digging into the back of Tsukishima’s quads.

In Tsukishima’s defense, he does not shriek…that loudly.

“Is this a good spot too?”

“Gohoho somewhere else,” Tsukishima pleads, feeling a mostly foreign wetness building in the corner of his eyes.

“Hmm? But I did what you asked…All right, I’ll be nice.”

Tsukishima already starts to regret asking Kuroo to move spots since he’s figured out that begging Kuroo to stop is falling on deaf ears.

“Ass, inner thighs, or hamstrings?” Kuroo asks.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes or yell in frustration, Tsukishima settles on trying to compromise some more. “Thahaat’s not fair. I’ll piihick somewhere else. Ahahanywhere else.”

“Anywhere?” Kuroo hums, “Sorry, but you picked the wrong choice, my dear.”

My dear? Wrong choice, his ass. Tsukishima decides that he will be getting Kuroo back tenfold after this is all over. From what he’s overheard when Hinata babbles, Kenma should be willing to deluge Kuroo’s worst spot or spots.

He hopes it is spots.

The thought of revenge stops at the feeling of fingers scribbling all over the back and inner parts of his thighs and all around his ass. He’d like to think, but it tickles so much that he doesn’t register that the loud sound he hears is coming from him.

“Awww,” Kuroo coos, “Was that a snort I heard? Who knew you could look so pretty underneath that constant frown, especially in those cute little shorts.”

Tsukishima curses the volleyball shorts they have to wear. Right now, he’s wishing that they were just a tad longer. The electric feeling shooting up and down his legs leave him paralyzed.

Even if he wanted to pull them away, the thought of doing so is almost physically painful, so he can only lay there and laugh until he can feel tears dripping down his face. He doesn’t bother begging or pleading and just sticks to crying.

Part of him thinks laughing so hard for so long feels nice because he hasn’t laughed that much since middle school. Sometimes he finds himself chuckling when Yamaguchi makes funny faces when he’s thinking or snickering every time he looks at Kuroo’s bed hair and when Kuroo smirks at his opponents from across the net. Maybe he even laughs when he sees Kuroo messing around with Bokuto and Akaashi.

Oh.

Well, shit. Tsukishima figures that laughing and maybe tickling is okay with Kuroo and Yamaguchi. But only them. 

When he's tickled by Yamaguchi it reminds him of being a kid, before everything that happened to Akiteru. Okay, he might consider being tickled by his brother in the future. In all his pessimism and cynicism there's hope in there somewhere. That bright-eyed kid is still a part of him. 

With Kuroo, he finds himself melting. It's warm and sends clouds of floating, fuzzy sensations to fill his head and heart. 

Home. The feeling of home he decides. 

Kuroo's dexterous fingers are both torturous and comforting. It takes nearly every ounce of willpower in him not to beg for more instead. 

…What is wrong with him? Beg for more?

There are a couple of spots on Tsukishima’s butt that have him shrieking. It’s a high-pitched sound, reminding him of a younger, more innocent him. And, yeah, nope. He can forget about thinking again.

“I think I like this spot,” Kuroo says, pinching and wiggling his fingers in Tsukishima’s inner thighs.

Tsukishima slams his legs shut and traps Kuroo’s fingers in between them. He cackles even harder than when Kuroo was tickling his calves when this ordeal first started. “I dohohon’t,” he babbles.

“Look at you.” Tsukishima can hear the mock sympathy and slight pout in Kuroo’s voice. “Is someone too weak to handle a little tickling? Poor thing, taken down by a couple of fingers.”

He wants to push Kuroo’s hands away, but he settles on covering his face instead, not bothering to wipe the fresh set of tears out of his eyes.

“That cute face of yours is so red right now. It’s very pretty looking.”

His face heats up more at the comment. Besides volleyball, he’s not the kind of person who goes outside. Although he knows it might be nicer to study in a park or outside a café, he prefers the comfort of AC in his room or in a library. He feels pretty. So pretty. He’s been approached by girls or, more or less, Yamaguchi has been approached by girls, saying how handsome he is.

But for some reason, when Kuroo says it, it hits so much harder.

Tsukishima is ripped out of his thoughts by fingers dancing on his hamstrings midway down his thighs. More high-pitched giggles spill out of him as he grows weaker and weaker by the second.

After a few rounds of Kuroo dashing from each spot and sneaking a couple of swipes up his feet that leave him flinching despite feeling like putty, small hiccups break through his laughter which has almost gone silent.

The tickling stops almost immediately. Tsukishima takes the chance to roll over and somewhat flop on the ground with all the grace of a beached whale. Gasping for much-needed air, he shuts his eyes until the moisture dries from his face and his breathing evens.

Although he's flushed and tired, there's this buzzing feeling in his head. He's washed in a glow that spreads from his heart to the rest of his body. A small smile graces his features.

It's softer than normal. Different from the smirk he wears during volleyball matches or the bored one that stays on his face during classes.

"So…" Kuroo starts, breaking the silence, "Since I've gotten a chance to touch that ass, can I have a chance to have all of you?"

A snort bubbles out of Tsukishima's nose, which turns into another laughing fit. 

Kuroo wives his left hand in front of Tsukishima's face. "Still feeling ticklish there, giggly?"

"That was awful. If the rest of your pickup lines are that terrible, I can't imagine the rest of you." Kuroo’s smile wobbles a bit. "But luckily for me, my brother's advice to loosen up and make more bad decisions has grown on me, so I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Tsukishima chuckles once more when Kuroo feigns to punch him in the chest. "Y-you aren't allowed to scare me like that," Kuroo replies, helping Tsukishima sit up.  

A soft smile works its way onto Tsukishima’s face as he says, "Well, I guess you're just going to have to get used to me getting you back for teasing me all the time."

Kuroo only smirks at him, and Tsukishima has to resist the urge to kiss Kuroo silly.

Wait what?

"Oh Kenma," Tsukishima sings, snickering when Kuroo’s face morphs into a mortified expression. 

He starts full-on laughing when Kuroo bolts out the gym door with a see you later that ends in a note that rises at the end in a pleasant high-pitched tone. Tsukishima wants to hear the sound again once he gets his revenge. 

[beevean]

Cecile to Annette: Your life has always centered around slavery

Shrodinger's writing: it's simultaneoulsy aware and unaware of having created a one dimensional character

Cecile has gotta be one of the most bruh characters in the whole show, she literally chastizes Annette for acting all superior towards Richter and ignoring his traumas while at the same time literally saying that people like him cannot understand the trauma that slaves like them have suffered and they wouldn't care either way

It honest to God feels like someone jerked the pen from the writer's hand and added stuff of their own after the fact

Cecile's speech to Annette is the stuff of wonders. I need to copypaste it because I dare you to analyze it and make sense of it:

Annette: The Belmont boy turned out to be useless as fuck. He literally ran away. Ran. Away. Cecile: Everyone starts by running away, Annette. Annette: What? That is completely different. How can you possibly compare that? I came here for guidance. I thought I'd seen the worst evil the world could hold. But here, it's been growing roots for centuries. And this Vampire Messiah, she's older still. Cecile: Your power is old too, Annette. Annette: If these are my ancestors, Cecile, they're just a babble. Noise. They are no match for some ancient Egyptian Devil-God. Cecile: They're only a babble because you're not listening. You were shaped, Annette. Everything about you, by being born a slave. Of course you were. It's the source of your fury, but it's not the source of your power. They like to tell you, these petty devils like the Comte de Vaublanc, that slavery is just the way of the world. It's what people do. And you can look around and think, oh, maybe they're right. Evil, violence, and oppression everywhere. Even these French with their high ideals. What do they know about what we've suffered? And what do they care? They'll build their new world, but it won't be freedom or equality or brotherhood for us. If they build it at all. But they know it's not true, Annette. The petty devils. It serves them if we believe it. But humanity didn't enter this world dragging armies of slaves. That came later. And your ancestors. Of course I mean your mother, who loved you. And your father, who was dragged from her by men with whips. And your grandmother, who watched the ships sail, weeping and pulling her hair. But they go back. Beyond them and beyond them. Back to the source. To the Iwa of Ogun. And a world without slaves or masters. Learn to hear your ancestors. There is light in this darkness.

How did she transition from "please have more empathy for Richter, you two suffered a similar trauma" to "THOSE STUPID FRENCHIES WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND US, WE WILL BREAK FREE OF OUR CHAINS"? Like, what is her point at the end of it all? Because what I get is "don't be angry at Richter, but you are right in being angry because you are a slave".

Speaking of which, I love it. "You were shaped, Annette. Everything about you, by being born a slave." You know, it's one thing when fans call a character monodimensional, but to have the writing itself come and admit it? Bold move, I must say. Could we say this writing is... ahem... Wildly Inconsistent™? ;)

I am forced to concede the fans' point and admit that N!Isaac was written better in this regard. He didn't go around shouting "I am Black the Man!", but he told us, and one scene showed us, that the color of his skin lead him to being hunted and dehumanized, which made him bitter. Say what you want about the unfortunate implications of him being a Muslim devil-worshipper who believes he has to kill humans to purify the world, and say what you want about him being a grand pretentious cunt, but he does have a personality, however unlikable, that goes beyond his race and religion, even in S2 where he was at his flattest.

N!Annette, canonically, begins and ends at "angry ex-slave". There is nothing more about her. That's all she is allowed to be, except forced moments like her being forcibly shipped with Richter. The narrative won't even challenge her when her anger leads her to commit serious mistakes, because god forbid we show her being in the wrong. You have to find her cool, and she is cool because she is the Angry Ex- Slave.

[shadowbunnydragon]

Found: Side-Story: Growlentine’s Day Special

Heyo, readers! So happy to have gotten this special side-story done in time for the intended holiday! Yay! This was a lot of fun to imagine, and I hope you all like it!

UPDATE!!! For those who enjoy my story, The Door and its sequel The Keyhole, I have BIG news to share! A friend, and an amazing artist, by the names sunnysanjo over on SoFurry and artbysanjo over on Tumblr, is making a fancomic of The Door & Keyhole! The early sketches they have been showing me look great, and if you'd like to get a look at the cover they made, you can find it here on SoFurry!

h t t p s : / / www . sofurry . com / view / 1953902

(Gunna need to remove the spaces!)

They have plenty of more awesome art to give a look, which I totally recommend!

And with that, I hope that you all enjoy the latest Found: Side-Story!

Dawn was sitting at her desk, typing away on her laptop. Nearby, Princess Callibrie was curled up and snoozing on her little bed. All of a sudden, the Prench Kowmodo Dragon's eyes popped open, and she leapt up from her bed, scurrying downstairs. Dawn giggled and hit save on her open document.

"Looks like Puppy Love and the lambs are home," Dawn said to herself, heading down the steps. She made it to the bottom of the stairs just as the door swung open. Princess Callibire was sitting at attention, waiting and watching. Lily came walking in, holding an armload of paw and hoof-made construction-paper hearts, store bought cards, and a few small bags of candy and a box of chocolates in the shape of a heart.

"Hi, Mommy," Lily said, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Hi there, sweetie," Dawn said, spying Alice coming in next, blushing, as she seemed to be holding even more cards and candies and even a white teddy bear with a pink bowtie. The young she-wolf looked away, embarrassed. Dawn caught sight of Alice's hidden smile and grinned. "It looks like you two had a very busy Growlentine's Day."

"Uh-huh!" Lily said, still jumping. Spotting some chocolate at the sides of her second youngest lamb's mouth, Dawn guessed that all that extra bouncy energy may partially be due to her getting into her candy. The ewe giggled.

"Uhm... it's okay," Alice said, trying to sound aloof and cool, but her wagging tail revealed her true feelings. In came Trevor, with a white paper bag and a large red heart on it in his arms, clearly stuffed with his Growlentine's Day haul.

"Hey, Mom," Travor said as he ran up to her, excitement in his eyes. "All those hoof-crafted ARG Growlentine's cards I made were a huge hit! Everyone in my class loved working out the puzzles!"

"That's wonderful, honey," Dawn said, kissing her little ram on the forehead. He let out a happy bleat just as Vernon entered, with the excited and babbling little Paige in a puppy bjorn, which looked extra tiny on his massive frame, strapped to his chest. He closed the door behind him, his tail wagging at the sight of his mate. Dawn noticed that he had a paw behind his back. Scratching the back of his neck with his free paw, Vernon pulled out a bouquet of roses, twelve total, six white and six red. Dawn took them, her heart fluttering.

"Oh, Puppy Love, you didn't need to get me anything," she said, holding the roses up to her nose and smelling them. Vernon's tail started quickly wagging.

"I wanted to, Lambchop. Happy Growlentine's Day, darlin'," he said, scooping his smaller mate into his arms, making her let out a surprised and happy squeak, the two sharing a deep kiss. The two break apart, gazing into each other's eyes, their moment of bliss interrupted by the sudden simultaneous buzzing of their phones. Settling his mate on his shoulder, Vern fished his phone out as Dawn did the same for hers. After some screen tapping, they both saw that they had gotten a video from Zach, followed by several messages.

Please, ignore that video! Just delete it! This message was followed by a couple more texts from Zach imploring no one to look at the video, and then Wade and Yuri chiming in.

Really? Still spyin' on yer pup? Yuri's message read.

Come ON Zach, how many times do you have to get in trouble with Vanna before y'all stop? Said Wade's.

I DID stop!!! This was just an accident!!! Also, my Kitten knows that I've been workin' through my... slight overprotectiveness! Zach insisted.

WE WILL TALK ABOUT THIS WHEN I GET HOME, GOOFBALL!!! Came Vanna's reply. This was summarily followed by a laughing wolf emoji from Yuri, and a rolling eyes wolf emoji from Wade, and Trent adding in a rolled up newspaper.

OMG!!! They're sooooooo CYOOOTE!!! Qali chimed in, including some heart emojis.

Dawn and Vernon looked at one another, and simultaneously tapped on the video. After a few seconds of buffering, it started to play.

Earlier that Day in the Northern Meadowlands...

"Thanks again for helping out, guys!" Lizzy said. The young female grizzly bear was wearing an apron and a headfur-net as she lightly dusted the heart-shaped sugar cookies, freshly coated in pink icing, before her with red and white sprinkles. She and the rest of the friend group of young mammals were all dressed similarly and working in the back of Lizzy's family's bakery. Prowldilock's Family Bakery was painted in bright red calligraphy on the big shop window out front. Mina and Travis were alternating between making more cookie dough and preparing the baking sheets.

"Hey, it's no problem, Lizzy," Travis said, the beer buck smiling at the bear.

"Yeah! This is a lot of fun!" Mina quipped, the goat girl looking proudly at the fresh batch of cookies she had cut out of the dough using the heart-shaped cookie cutter.

Marcus would swap out a finished batch in the ovens with the new trays of fresh cookies and, while waiting for the latest batch to finish baking, would help Aiko and Lizzy apply the icing and then sprinkles on the ones that had cooled enough. Finally, Ty was assisting Lizzy's mother, an even bigger and very motherly mama bear named Molly, with transferring the cookies to the prepared packages, sealing and stamping the boxes. Lizzy's father was overseeing things, his left arm in a sling and his right foot wrapped in a bandage while he had a crutch tucked under his right arm.

"Well, we really appreciate it, kids," Lizzy's dad, Dexter, said with a lopsided grin, and a slight wince as he tried to test the strength on his sprained ankle. After getting a massive order for some kind of Growlentine's Day singles' mixer for several large rabbit families at the community center, at the last minute no less, Lizzy and her parents had scrambled to keep up with their current orders as well as this new one. All in addition to having prepared some other sweets and treats for other mammals that had apparently waited until the eleventh hour to think of what to get for their mates.

During the scramble, while taking the trash out in a rush, Dexter had slipped on some black ice. A malfunction from the Tundratown environmental freezers had caused a surprise cold front to slam into the Southern Meadowlands, and trickle up a little north. While Molly had to take her mate to the hospital, Lizzy had worriedly kept her friends updated on what was going on. The other young mammals had all volunteered, one after the other, to come down and assist any way they could. Lizzy's parents had been shocked to return to find their back kitchen fully staffed by Lizzy and her friends.

"We're happy to help, Mr. Ursa," Marcus drawled.

"Plus, the free cookies don't hurt," Ty said with a snicker while Mina flashed him a look.

"Well, you kids deserve it," Molly said, ruffling the young raccoon's headfur. He blushed and pretended to sulk while she quickly washed her paws.

"I think we might be nearing the end of the order," Aiko said, looking at the stacks of boxes.

"I think so, and then I think we'll be able to take it from here," Lizzy said, hearing a jingle and moved out front to work the register.

"And while I may have sprained my ankle, I can still drive our delivery truck just fine," Dexter proudly said.

"Oh no, honey-bear," Molly swatted him lightly on his uninjured shoulder, "you are gunna sit by the register and let me handle the deliveries, while you ice that foot, which you should be doing right now. So scoot!" Dexter grumbled and limped away.

"If you'd like, Mrs. Ursa, I don't have any plans until four, so I might be able to help with at least dropping off these cookies?" Travis offered.

"That would make it go so much faster, thank you Travis, deer," Molly said, beaming at the smiling buck.

"Ooooh, I think someone's got plans to spend Growlentine's Afternoon with Caaaaaaleb!" Mina giggled, making Travis blush a little.

"Well... we may have agreed to see a movie together," he said, his tail making little flicks of excitement as he swapped out the trays in the ovens.

"Not like you aren't excited to go see Geoff when we're all done here," Ty shot to his sister, earning him a quick hoof to flick one of his ears, Mina then rushing off to wash her hooves.

"Do you have any plans for today, Ty?" Lizzy asked, walking back in, a grin on her muzzle. The raccoon boy just looked away.

"Well... Growlentine's day is really just a holiday that exists because the corporate overlords decided it... but maybe..."

"OOOOOH! Who with?!" Lizzy asked, quickly bounding over in excitement and picking the shocked raccoon boy up in her paw.

"Lizzy, if Ty isn't comfortable talking about it, then you shouldn't pressure him," Molly lightly scolded her daughter as she took Ty from her paw and shooed her to go wash again. She gave the blushing raccoon boy a hug before setting him down.

"Oh, sorry, Ty," Lizzy said, looking abashed.

"I-it's fine... I'm... just gunna spend it with a... friend, that's all," Ty said, composing himself while trying to look aloof, yet a small smile at the corners of his muzzle was visible to any who looked. There were several shared knowing smiles.

"Hmm... what about you, Marcus and Aiko? Any special Growlentine's Day plans?" Mina asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Marcus and Aiko, who had been giggling at their friends' antics, suddenly stopped, made eye contact, and quickly looked away, red tinting their cheeks and stammered for an answer.

"I... uh... I'm just gunna go walkin' in the woods with Bruno later," Marcus said.

"And I have to... uh... watch my little sister, Arika, later!" Aiko said. The red panda girl looked back up at Marcus, before looking down at the cookies she was working on again. There were more shared knowing smiles to be had. It wasn't much longer before the last of the cookies were baked, decorated, packaged, and loaded up into the delivery truck. It was just after noon with the kids, aside from Lizzy, could head on out and get to their various plans. It was then that Marcus and Aiko found themselves walking together up one of the worn paths towards the forest. Both were wearing coats, Marcus's being his much loved tiger striped-coat, and scarves. Marcus, who had left the house hoping that he and his friends could have found time to get in some more practice for their band, had brought his violin in its case with him. The human boy had been pleasantly surprised to find that Aiko had done the same with her smaller violin in its case.

"Uh... s-so... Aiko," Marcus said, rubbing the back of his neck like he'd seen his Uncle Vernon do on many occasions.

"Yes?"

"I was wonderin' if... maybe you'd like ta go ta our usual meet-up spot fer a little... duet?" Marcus blushed deeply, internally cringing and thinking he had just sounded so weird for suggesting such a thing.

"Oh," Aiko said, also blushing, but while hiding a smile and trying to smooth her headfur and not look disheveled. "That sounds like fun!"

"A-alright then," Marcus said, internally excited, but hoping that externally he was coming across as aloof and cool. Taking a left, the two pre-teens walked through the chilly forest, chatting amicably. Soon, they were in the clearing that Marcus had first met Aiko, and the rest of their friend group. He sighed, feeling a sense of happiness and calm wash over him.

"So... did you have a song in mind?" Aiko asked, walking over to the nearest tree stump to set her violin case down on and open it. Marcus set his down next to hers and started popping the latches.

"Uh... w-well, we do a lot of... experimentin'... with songs I mean! Ahem... that I thought we could try an... improvised one?" Marcus felt awkward suggesting it, having not thought ahead about what kind of duet they would play, and mentally chastising himself for being such a dork. The red panda girl thought about it, feeling excited at the prospect.

"Oooh! That could be a lot of fun!" She double-checked the strings on his instrument, and a surprised and happy Marcus quickly started doing the same. Soon enough, they were facing one another, unaware of the hidden spy camera disguised as a bird's nest, facing right at them. "Uh... how do we start?"

"I guess... I'll start with a tune that we try to maintain and... go from there?"

"Okay!"

Marcus cleared his throat, and began, He started with a light melody, it being something that made him think of a pair of snowflakes dancing on the breeze. Aiko followed along, the two quickly playing in harmonious sync. Then, without thinking, Marcus opened his mouth and began to sing.

"Twilight nears, and out come the stars," he sang, his eyes meeting Aiko's, and with a smile, she followed suit.

"This special time between the day and night is all ours." And like that, as they played, they alternated who would sing a verse while their violins continued the melody.

"In the growing dusk, two hearts will beat as one,"

"Together they will shine so bright that they won't need the sun."

"Just when it seems the dark will swallow you whole,"

"All it takes is just one spark to light up the soul!"

The pace of the melody picked up a bit, and just as in sync as their instruments were, the two sang harmoniously together.

"There's enchantment when you're near,

Everything becomes so clear.

When I'm together with you, it's like I can feel,

Magic has become real!"

Now the music coming from their violins was more lively and filled with excitement, as the two went back to trading verses, starting again with Marcus, with Aiko singing the alternate ones.

"The moon is out, and shining bright,"

"The time has come for our hearts to dance together in the moonlight."

"With you beside me, I feel I can fly,"

"You make all the bad times feel like just a lie."

"Together our hearts can sail and explore,"

"Together our hearts will spark and soar!"

Now their bows were dancing across the strings, Aiko giving a little spin for a flourish, the two pouring their hearts into the song. After a little more of playing the melody, together they harmonized one last time.

"There's enchantment when you're near,

Everything becomes so clear.

When I'm together with you, it's like I can feel,

Magic has become real!"

Slowly the music came to an end, Marcus having moved closer while Aiko had absentmindedly hopped onto a stump without missing a single note. The two pre-teens looked deeply into each others' eyes in the sudden quiet, the song they had just improved still playing in their minds. They smiled as they both leaned in, their lips brushing one another, almost as if in a trance. The moment that their lips brushed one anothers', the spell was broken, and they both quickly turned away, blushing so deeply as to turn both their faces crimson. Taking a minute to compose themselves, and back away from each other a little, Aiko cleared her throat.

"W-well... that was so much fun!" She meant it, and glossed over the not-at-all-kiss.

"Y-yeah... maybe we could... try that again... sometime?" Marcus offered, praying he didn't sound like a weirdo and make Aiko not want to be his friend anymore and--

"I'd like that," she said, hugging her big bushy ringed tail to her chest and partially hiding her face in it, trying to figure out if she'd read too much into the offer or... other things.

"... Me too!" Marcus composed himself and quickly put his violin away, with Aiko putting hers away. Picking his case back up, he shivered a little from a sudden breeze. "I-if you'd like... maybe I could... walk you home?"

"Sure," Aiko said, grateful for her fur, and smiling up at Marcus. As the two walked back the way they had come, the hidden camera in the nest vibrated a little. And back at Marcus' house, Zach got a notification on his phone while he was giving Rose a bath. Curious, the law wolf saw it was some kind of a video. Tapping it, he suddenly remembered the hidden camera he had snuck away and set up, that he had swiped from Ulric when he hadn't been looking, and forgotten about. This was before he had sworn to Vanna he would stop spying on Marcus and his friends.

"Oh no... oh by Oldwin's beard, no," Zach said, panicking and setting the phone down while he quickly rinsed off the giggling and babbling Rose, and drained the tub. As he picked her up and dried her with a towel, he started muttering to himself.

"Okay, okay, so far no one knows about the video... I just gotta erase it and then go and get the camera, and no one will ever know about any of this!" His tail wagging, he looked at where he had set his phone down, only to find that it wasn't there. There was a sudden DING that drew his attention down to little Rose, who was smiling up at him, playing with his phone. He gently took it from the little wolf/tiger hybrid and looked at the screen, his blood running cold. Somehow, in the few seconds of playing with his phone, Rose had sent the video out in a group text to all of his contacts.

"Oh... no... oh... I'm in trouble," he said simply as Rose toppled over to her side, squealing in delight at the funny face her daddy was making. As Zach was tapping the screen, trying to find some kind of mass delete function that didn't exist, that's when he started getting notifications from his brothers, his sisters-in-laws, Vanna's parents... Judy and Nick as well as their parents... he briefly wondered why they were included in his contacts... as well as Gazelle...

"Oh... Rose... I may have ta use you as some kind of cute little shield... can you do that for Daddy?" he asked the baby in a whimper, receiving only giggles and coos as she reached out with her little orange and black striped paws to touch his muzzle, while her long tail that ended in a fluffy tuft swish-wagged in excitement.

Back at Dawn and Vernon's House...

"Lamb sakes, Zach," Vernon said with a chuckle. On his phone, he saw more of the family chiming in, as well as Vanna's mother, father, and sister.

"Oh, goodness, he even sent it to Judy and Nick, oh! Mom and Cameron apparently got it too," Dawn said, unable to prevent a snicker.

"Huh, looks like Gus and Mel got a copy too."

"Joel and Megumi as well... wait, do you think this got sent to Marcus' phone?!" Dawn wondered, trying to see if his number was included.

"Oof, it doesn't look like it, Honey Lamb, but Joel and Megumi did... and isn't Megumi l'il Aiko's aunt?" Vernon asked.

"Ooooh, no one can tell those two that we all saw a video of their... cute little moment!"

"Agreed," Vernon said, quickly typing as much and adding it to the cascade of texts. After a few moments, others started readily agreeing, with Xavier pointing out that it was a special moment for the two and should remain as such. Just then, the doorbell rang, making Vernon and Dawn look at it in surprise. Walking over, Vernon opened it to reveal a trio of wolf boys, all looking around nine or ten-ish, if the older and much larger wolf had to hazard a guess. The boys' tails were all wagging as they looked up at him.

"Is Alice home?" the one in the middle piped up with a happy yip. Vernon noticed that all three were holding identical red gift boxes with pink hearts printed on them. He kept a cool and passive exterior, while internally, he felt the burgeoning of what would, in time as his girls grew and became teenagers, become his protective wolf dad instincts.

"Who should I say is askin'?" Vernon asked, the three pups starting to look a little unsure of themselves, before the one on the right spoke.

"Gary, Barry, and Larry Waggersons... uh... Mr. Hunter-Bellwether."

Vernon sighed. "Alright, wait here." He closed the door and called out for Alice.

"Remember to be nice, Puppy," Dawn said, rubbing in between her mate's splayed ears.

"I am, Lambchop, I am," he grumbled a little, before composing himself as his oldest pup ran up to him.

"Hey, princess, there's three pups outside lookin' like they wanted to give ya a gift." Vernon quickly noticed the pup's eyes roll.

"Oh geeze, is it Gary, Barry, and Larry?" Alice asked, sounding a bit annoyed. Vernon and Dawn nodded, watching in curiosity.

"They been hasslin' ya, sweetheart?" Vernon asked.

"No, they're just kinda dumb and I think are trying to compete over who can give me the best gift, since I'm the only she-wolf in our class," Alice said, matter-of-factly. Dawn clamped her hooves to her muzzle to keep from giggling at the situation, since Alice didn't appear to be particularly perturbed, and instead annoyed.

"Want me ta get rid of 'em?" Vernon offered, his voice tinged with a little hopefulness. But the pup just shook her head.

"No, I got this," she said, walking to the door. She flung it open, a single eyebrow raised, to the sight of the three brothers wrestling with each other in a pile right there in front of the door.

"She likes me best!"

"Nu-uh, butt-sniffer! She likes me best!"

"You're both wrong and both butt-sniffers! I'm the one she likes the most!"

Seeing Alice standing there, her paws on her hips, looking unamusedly at them, the trio froze mid-wrestle, suddenly scrambling to untangle themselves and present their gifts. Before any of them could say a word, Alice's face morphed into a terrifying Glare, a perfect imitation of her Grandmaw Audrey's.

"I told all three of you that I wasn't interested and to leave me alone! BUZZ OFF!!!" she snarled. Tails immediately tucking themselves between their legs, the three yipped and ran off, barrelling over each other as they did so. Vernon had to stop himself from chuckling, but couldn't stop the smile or his wagging tail. Alice smiled and shut the door.

"That's my girl," Vernon said, ruffling her headfur.

"Oh, sweetie, if they were giving you trouble in school, you can always tell us," Dawn said, sliding down her mate to pull her lamb into a hug. The black wolf pup blushed and her tail started to wag.

"L-like I said, they're just kinda dumb and annoying, that's all." Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Alice turned again to open it. "I thought I told you to buzz-- oh! H-hi, Jake." Now standing on the top step was a gray fox kit around Alice's age. He flinched a little from her angry tone, but relaxed when she did. He was holding in his paws a box wrapped in white wrapping paper with red hearts on it.

"Uh... h-hi, Alice," Jake said, looking up at Vernon and gulping, his big bushy tail tucking itself a little, but the kit continued. "I... uh... I wanted to give this to you in class... b-but, with L-Larry, Gary, and Barry all fighting each other... around your desk..."

"I-I know," Alice said, blushing again, paws behind her back as she kicked at some imaginary dirt. Dawn wanted to coo, while Vernon almost chuckled again. He spotted a pair of gray foxes standing out on the sidewalk, figuring them to be the kit's parents. He recognized them as the family that lived a few houses down.

"Would you like to come in and visit Alice fer a little while while us and yer folks chat fer a bit?" Vernon offered, making sure his voice was loud enough for Jake's parents to hear, deciding that the kit was alright. Alice blushed more as she looked up at her dad, but Jake smiled and looked back at his parents hopefully, seeing them approach.

"That sounds like a great idea to me," the male fox, who was wearing jeans and a pink t-shirt. His mate was wearing a white one with the words Foxy Mama written on it in red.

"O-okay..." Jake said.

"I'm Jason Uroc," Jake's father said, holding out a paw for Vernon to shake.

"And I'm Leslie," said Jason's mom. Dawn and Vern introduced themselves, while Alice and Jake continued to smile and blush at one another. Upstairs, Trevor was on his computer, quickly uploading a video to his ZooTube account, making it private so that those who figured out the puzzles on their Growlentine's Day cards from him could go to the link.

"This is gunna be so much fun!" Trevor bleated again, really hoping that Cassie, the cheetah girl in his class, would be the first to figure it all out. The two having been making and exchanging puzzles they had made for each other for a while now. Only recently, had the two started getting into analog horror, and had started mixing that in with their puzzles. Currently, Trevor had made a video using some editing tools to give it the old fashioned VHS video feel. The little black ram had thought up a story that he thought would be cool and fun.

"Hey, Trevor, whatcha doin'?" Lily asked, making her big brother bleat in surprise and jump. The young ram turned to see Lily standing there, now holding a giggling Paige.

He sighed and smiled at his baby sisters. "I'm just uploading this video as part of the Growlentine's puzzle I gave out to ZooTube," he said, showing tLily the muted video playing before him.

"Ooooh! What's it about?" Lily asked and held Paige away from the keyboard, the little baby sholf babbling and reaching out for it with her little paws.

"It's about this extra-dimensional place I'm calling... The Legrooms!" Trvor puffed out his chest proudly as he said it. Lily looked at the video, with repeating halls, fluorescent lighting, and mustard-yellow walls.

"Wow! Do ya think folks'll get inta it?" She asked, looking up at her big brother, eyes shining in amazement, little Paige imitating her big sister. Trevor then rubbed the back of his neck like Vernon did.

"Well, I hope so. But it probably won't get that much attention. Still, it's a fun project to work on!" It was then that Trevor noticed a multicolored bracelet made of beads on Lily's wrist.

"What's that?" he asked.

Lily smiled wide and held up her wrist, the beads spelling out BFF. "Paul made me a friendship bracelet! Which was a real surprise, 'specially since I made him one in secret! I made it to look just like the ones Mommy and Daddy wear, and I guess he got the same idea!" Trevor smiled, taking a second to finish uploading his video, before taking Paige from Lily, and starting playing with both of them.

And there you have it folks! I hope that you liked reading this as much as I did thinking it up and writing it! Also, Happy Growlentine's Day everyone!

To read Found from the beginning, you can find chapter 1 in these links!

SoFurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1388796 FanFiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13128859/1/Found

Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16721262/chapters/39218835 ScribbleHub: https://www.scribblehub.com/read/190364-found/chapter/190368/

[the-firebird69]

So my husband says there's some silly **** you can say and they agree.

Hera

She says she's living in shine through and she feels good and it will be like a vacation and she's already got indicators and it's true too. We have a couple of things to say about this.

= You're not going to go free trumpsters for your crimes. Not to do this and not to spread grime everywhere and rumors deceit defunct things and you went ahead and did it anyways and blamed us you're not to expose us by doing which is what you did on purpose it's not stupid but it's not smart. There's probably a lot more than everybody needed and that's what it is you wanted them to have nothing to lay down and be without power then you wanted them to start getting it back and to have it show a little and take over the surface. Have no ships. Reason why your plan won't work is because you ran around and insulted and threatened argued with didn't give a **** and got hit by tons of people and ignored it and ignored your headshots and ignored responses even from your own and you kept going and going and your name is Levon and it's not Mac Daddy he says but I would not be surprised. Threatening him and he's a higher up and he's dangerous and the others are alpha they're giants this is the wrong thing to do but it's necessary to defeat someone like us and you're on the wrong side of us and them trump but really your **** is ridiculous even he says this is probably a bit beyond it and then we found out you're this guy who wants to blow everyone up then we found out that your friend and consort your your best friend in Westborough is probably up there with his computer is ready to destroy any fragments that come off and it's a computer and it's ready now by itself. That's what you've done you're a moron and it doesn't force you to take over because you know about it we know about it and we know how to disable computers and people know that you don't know how to do that. And put it in writing here just to change everything and you are such a friggin moron. Such a loser for saying this stuff I cannot believe that you ever made it into any school on Earth even grade school people can recognize that you are very mentally ill. Trying to change the books and everything you're you're gross on top of it you're not a civilized person and he's been begging us to get you out of there and other people and we're going to you need to move years ago. We looked at this effect and when he says is all of the Morlock are completely mentally ill and we agree and they're all saying they have AI and they're sick and what we say is it is really weird that you people think you can say this. And you're sick we went out of it now they're gonna kill each other and you're gonna be laughing about it saying you're taking over and we're gonna take everything you have and you're going to sit down the island dying saying you're taking over and it's what you are you're you're just disgustingly stupid.

macs

hahahaha lol One day he came in and said You know what it is they're really really stupid and they're saying it goodbye and this is what we wanna say and we'll tell you other stuff when we win and so forth so I had to win. I cannot lose to people who say this stupid **** to me and I didn't come up with it for Christ's sake they're impetuous little ****. You know you should check if it changes what people do they're super psycho babble because it hasn't worked for years. Ready to wipe you out and it's almost ready and you're almost gone and your percentage is trump are way down they've cut into 1/5 of your size and I checked in its true. And you need all of them.

mac daddy

He says to me what could you possibly say that won't **** people off more. And I really don't have anything to say that won't **** people off more. Probably right and he says I'm as Daft as a freaking half dead cow. Because all this armies are all over me below and topside so I see that and I recognize the problem and it will motivate us and says to do what fight the spaceships it'll come in after into the tunnels and overhead and you'll be stuck there. So I do see that and that's kind of going to ruin us I have a plan for it but it's not going ahead I do see his point we sat there and sucked it on our own and our own and it just was not worth it it never is and we always do it and these cowards do it too and you guys know we do it too and you knew that we were doing. We would do it. Says is they did not think that we would do it this much. I agree it's **** it's very bad it's heinous but they know that we would do it. Responsible for us losing. He says we are we don't hold it together like children and we don't hold them together like adults that were fiendish little **** that were not responsible for anything ever and that's not a human being. Now I understand something we're being insulted but it's true you can care less his views and salty or stupid **** **** sometimes people depend on us to get **** like Dave and you might be holding a gun on all of society because of us. But this guy was saying the right stuff and trying to help and we didn't do anything we have his money and would treat him bad it doesn't really deserve it and I'm seeing it and it probably is not going to work at all.

trump

This is a nightmare in a living hell we wish you a never born Trump and we want you out of here and we need you dead and Stan said he's your father we need him out of here these people are weirdos in the maximum doing **** and we would not go on this long we tried to stop and it was only 8 months ago but we tried and it would have been OK but you did not and you're an idiot. We hear what you're saying you stole everything and we **** **** that's stupid. That's really mad. Go ahead with our plan they're gonna wipe you out.

bja

Olympus

[teacupcollector]

My Over-Whelmed Heart (Jake Lockley x GN Autistic Reader)

Marvel Masterlist

Warnings: Reader has a meltdown, Self Harm, Angst, Detailed Meltdown

A/N: I know not all people with Autism act or respond to situations like this, I am going off my own experience since I have Autism

A/N: Jake Lockley x GN Reader,  Marc Spector x GN Reader (Minor), Steven Grant x GN Reader (Minor)

Summary: Steven comes home to a situation he wasn’t prepared for so Jake immediately takes the reins for everyone's safety and helps you through your meltdown.

Steven had no idea what to do he has never seen it this bad before. He just came home from work only to see you crying on the kitchen floor while clawing at your arms and rocking back and forth. You were inconsolable and Steven felt himself becoming overwhelmed at the sight. He wanted to get to the root of the problem, but your words were incoherent babbling. He could hear the flem building up in the back of your throat, and the snorting of your nose as you attempt to breath through your nose despite the snot running down your face. Steven tried to pry your hands away from your raw skin that were littered with scratch and bite marks, but was only met with being shoved away. It was like you had no idea who he was.

‘You need to restrain them Steven’ He looked over at the pot in the sink to see Jake in the reflection.

“What?! I can’t do that! What if I hurt them!” Steven says back.

‘They is doing more damage then you could do to them! You need to restrain them now!’ Jake shouts.

“I-I don’-” He suddenly feels his head loll back as he is transfered into his head space.

‘Jake wait!’ Steven calls out.

Jake doesn’t listen instead he sits himself behind you as close as he can get. He waits for a moment for your hands to be free before grabbing them and pulling them around you as if you are giving yourself a hug. He then wraps  his legs around your waist to restrict further movement.

“Estoy aquí mi amor..” He says soothingly. “I am right here. Come back to me.”

You continue to thrash and twist with the back of your head meeting his nose.

“Mierda!” He exclaims before using both hands to put your wrists together.

 He holds them in his right hand before using his left to pull your head back against his shoulder with the palm of his hand on your forehead.

“Let go!” You sob out. “Let go, let go, let go!”

‘Let go of them Jake!’ He hears Steven scream. ‘They wants you to let her go!’

‘You need to shut up and let me focus!’ Jake says back in his head.

Marc seems to have either checked out or is just staying silent, but Jake can’t think of that right now. His goal right now is to restrain you and calm you down in any way he can. He tries to ignore the taste of blood in his mouth and continues to whisper soothing word. He hates that he has to do this knowing that you will have some serious bruises for the next few days, but he continues to remind himself that it is necessary.

He doesn’t know how long it has been, but he realizes that the sun has gone down substantially since he has come home. What he does notice though is that you go limp in his arms as only your sobs can be heard.

   “estoy aquí mi amor... estoy aqui mi corazon.” He says as he kisses the side of your head.

He holds you still in his tight grip for a few more minutes longer before relaxing his grip. He unlocks his legs from your waist and you immediately turn toward him and hide your face in his neck.

“Shhh... I’m here...” He says as he rubs firm yet soothing circles on your back.

As he does this he takes a look at the damage you dealt to yourself. He can see blood blisters beginning to form along your arms. He can also see bruises beginning to form on your wrists which hurt the most. He wishes he was here earlier, or co-conscience earlier to maybe coach Steven through this better instead of forcefully taking the body.

“I-I’m sorry!” You sob into his neck.

“I know... It’s going to be okay. Okay?” He doesn’t hear or feel a response so he continues to say. 

“Do you want a bath?” He feels you nod at that.

He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet lid and kisses your forehead. He is about to let go of you, but he feels you grip his left hand. He rubs your knuckles with his thumb as he starts the bath water. He decides to not use bubbles as to not irritate your damaged skin.

‘Let me out. I want to talk to them.’ He hears Marc say, but Jake shakes his head

‘Ja-’ ‘Not now Marc.’ He hears Steven coming to his defense.

Jake stops the water once it gets to the right height and looks over at you.

“Can I undress you  mi corazon?” He asks and you nod.

He is thankful that you wore jeans today instead of the shorts you had as a second option. He takes off your socks and then your pants. He then goes for the T-Shirt you are wearing, leaving you in your undergarments.

“Can I take off the rest?” He asks and you nod. He slowly stands you up and removes the rest of your clothes.

He guides you toward the bathtub and eases you down slowly. He hears you his as your raw arms make contact with the warm water.

“Can you come in with me?” You murmur.

“Of course...” He says slowly. 

He stands up and shuts the shower curtain so he can undress. He hears the water shift as you scoot forward. He looks in the Mirror to see a concerned Steven.

‘You got blood on your face, mate’ Jake nods and quickly rinses his face to remove the dried blood.

He turns to the bath and pauses before opening the curtain. “Do you still want me to come in?” He asks.

“Yes...” You say quietly.

He opens the curtain and steps into the water. He slowly sits down as his legs are placed on either side of you. He keeps his arms open and waits for you to recline back . It is a few seconds before you do.

“Can I wrap my arms around you?” He asks and you nod. He slowly wraps his arms around you and places warm open mouth kisses along your neck. 

You both sit like that for a long time. The water is on the verge of becoming lukewarm. “Can you tell me what lead up to this?” He asks

You pause for a moment. “Now that I think about it... It’s stupid.”

“It isn’t stupid if this is the outcome...”

“It... It was a lot of things piling up today...” “Can you talk me through it?” He asks. You slowly nod.

“It started this morning... I forgot my ear buds for the bus ride to work... It was loud and people were touching me...” Jake tenses up for a moment. 

“Not like that... Just people in my personal space... Which I wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t have my music to distract me...”

You pause and turn side ways to lay your head over his heart.

“Take your time mi amor.” And you do. You wait three minutes before saying your next statement.

“It is a block from my bus stop to my work and it rained yesterday... I walked to close to the street and a car zoomed by, and my socks and shoes got wet.” 

“Mhm...” Jake hums.

“Then my boss yelled at me... I got the wrong file out during a meeting which caused us to lose an important client. S-So I had soggy socks and my boss yelling at me...” 

Jake hears that you are about to become over-whelmed by the memory so he tightens his grip around your body, not to restrain you but to compress you. This seems to calm you down.

“After that the paper I printed the sheets on later was wrong and I scratched my nails against it. I couldn’t do anything else for a hour until I picked the feeling from underneath my nails.”

Jake nods for you to continue. “I was sent home afterwards... I am under review now... I think I am going to lose my job..”

You sigh for a moment before looking up at him and caress the side of his face. 

“I got over-whelmed at the thought of you three being disappointed in me...” He hears you sniff so he looks down at you with a frown. 

“So when I got home I thought that doing the dishes would make you happy... Then I got wet food stuck underneath my nails and I just broke...” Jake kisses the top of your head.

“A-And I hurt you... I didn’t mean to Jake... You know I’d never it’s just I-”

“You didn’t know who we were in that moment... It is okay see?” He scrunches his nose like a bunny a couple times which makes you giggle at the facial expressions he makes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod and lean up to kiss him. He meets you half way. It isn’t passionate by any means it is gentle and soothing with no sexual intent behind it, which is rare for Jake.

He pulls away and smiles. “Lets get out okay? I want to clean you up.” He says with a smile. You nod and lean forward as he gets up.

He helps you out and wraps you in a towel and smiles again. He walks out and puts on a pair of boxers before coming back. He then opens the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and grabs a pair of nail clippers.

“Want me to clip your nails?” 

“You don-” “I want to Mi Amor... Please let me...” You sigh and nod.

He goes slow and after clipping each nail he kisses the tips of your fingers. After he is done he goes back to the medicine cabinet and grabs some ointment and band aids. He sees you shudder away/

“I know you don’t like how it feels with clothes on. Do you want to sleep naked tonight?” He asks and you nod. “What about me? Do you want skin to skin?” You nod again and hug him again. 

“I love you...” You say and he kisses your head.

“Not as much as us...” He says with a smirk. “We have three peoples worth of love in here.” He says with a small smile. 

You laugh and let go so he can begin to bandage your arms. As he does he continues to place a kiss on each band aid he puts on. Once he is done he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the room you four share and sets you down. He makes sure to dry your hair well enough so it doesn’t stick to you while you sleep.  He tosses the towel to the foot of the bed and pulls the covers up so you can slide in. He then tucks you in and kisses you head before going to the other side and sliding in. He keeps his distance and allows you to come to him. He opens his arms and you immediately curl into him. You tangle your legs with his and  tuck your head in his neck.

“The others are worried. Would you like one of them to come out now?” He asks and you shake your head. 

“I don’t want to be mean or anything... It’s just yo-” “I helped you through it. They understand mi paloma... They will never be mad at you for this. Same as if I was in their shoes I could never be mad at you.”

“But I scared Steven... I know I did.” You murmur.

Jake only nods. “You scared all of us, but you are okay now and so are we. That is all that matters.”

You nod and kiss his collar bone. “Will you be here when I wake up?” you ask and he nods.

 “If you want me to I will be.” You nod. “As long as th-” “They are fine with it. You and your comfort is our top priority. They understand.” 

You look into his eyes and say. “I will talk to you both tomorrow okay? I am sorry I scared you guys...”

‘We understand love, sleep well.’ Steven says in their head.

‘Rest easy okay?  We will be here when you want us.’ Marc responds

You tuck your head into his neck again and Jake drags his fingertips lightly on the skin of your back.

“Sleep well okay? I will be here when you wake up. I will make you your favorite in the morning okay?” He asks and you nod.

“I love you...” You say as you close your eyes.

Jake smiles and kisses the top of your head and continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear until your breathing evens out before he slowly falls asleep.