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but yes, had to be her! We need more powerladies of the mermaids!!!!

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The Naked and the Blind (or The Ballad of Meg Halsey) | Chapter 4.

Fandom: Re-Animator (Movies - Combs), Herbert West - Reanimator - H.P. Lovecraft.

Pairing: Herbert West/Meg Halsey

Rating: Explicit, or at the very least Mature.

Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence.

Chapters: 1. | 2. | 3. | 4. | 5. | 6. | 7. | 8. | 9. | 10. | 11.

Synopsis:

"Meg Halsey had a problem. In fact, she had several problems, the first of which, she acknowledges while looking at her semi empty living room, is that she can't afford to live alone anymore. The second one is that she doesn't wanna go back to her daddy's house again. This would be an inconceivable notion to her thirteen year old self, even her sixteen year old self, but at twenty five, she'd really choose living under the bridge first. Ok. Maybe not that." Meg Halsey is perfect: Beautiful, accomplished, a bright future doctor. She escaped her hometown and moved to New York, where she likely would have stayed forever. After her mother dies, though, she is forced to move back to Arkham and face everything she wanted to leave behind. --- A.K.A I made a tumblr post about how Crampton/Combs are romantically involved in all of their collabs, got replies and decided to write down a suggestion of "what if Meg was the protagonist, not Dan?" Also I did the cop-out summary thing and pasted the first paragraph of the fic. It's highway robbery. Criminal (I'm sorry).

Word Count: Multi Chapter, so far 12,779.

AO3 Tags: I uhhh......... I have no idea what I made it started with one tumblr post then one reply and here we are, I included other works by Lovecraft here and rounded Arkham up and then ran, Character Study, In a way, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Dan Cain, he doesn't exist, Danbert shippers cry I get it, Canon-Typical Violence, Animal Death, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, this fic is an affront to god just like herbert's reagent, Not Beta Read.

Language: English.

CW: Meg went through some trauma. Dead parents, dead cat. She also helps kill her dad later on, considering, so. It's a heavy fic, but if you liked the movie you'll be fine.

Chapter Summary: Meg reads the file and then goes even further than that. THIS IS THE CHAPTER WHERE RUFUS DIES. Also, experiments are conducted on a rat.

AO3 link.

Chapter notes:

This is where I add more original story elements, like West experimenting independently in an adjacent place. I also used the novelization version of West's past, which is he is an orphan, and that's about it cause that novelization is hmmm bad, and since West is a villain, not knowing much about him is sort of the point (which doesn't help me, no).

4. My body's broken, yours is bent.

“You had no right to do that!” Meg took a deep breath. Not even a hello. “You went behind my back to retrieve a student’s file.”

“Did you tell him that I lied?” She asked. Ace and Ed were looking at her from the couch, like little kids caught in a fib—even though Meg would never tell they were with her.

Her father made a pause.

“No. I told him you were retrieving it for me. I also said you were under the impression I was going home.”

“Did he believe you?”

“Seemed to.” She knew he hadn't, of course. West was much sharper than that. “Now will you tell me why I lied to Herbert West for you? Why did you need his file?”

“Curiosity?” She'd have to do better than that. “I was… Interested in his work with Gruber. Details of it.”

Another pause.

“West, he's… He's complicated. I'm starting to think it might have been a mistake to let him in.”

Wait, what?

“What do you mean? You were crazy about him at dinner…”

“Yes, I was, but unfortunately… I'm not so sure now.”

Huh.

“What did he talk to you about?”

“He… He said he had some proof of an experiment he began conducting under Gruber's tutelage. He was too annoyed by what he saw in my room to let me know much more about it. Accused me of nepotism. I was myself so shocked that my only daughter would do this that I let it slide.”

“I'm sorry, daddy,” Meg reiterated, but didn't drop it. “Did he say what kind of experiments?”

“No. He left, I'm assuming to do his work. He is also interning. Splendid at it. A bit cold, but then again…”

“Yeah...”

“Don't think I'm letting this go just because West is unusual,” Meg sighed. “I'm being serious. You will come by the house tonight, drop this file and stay away from Herbert West. Do you hear me? Stay away from him.”

“OK, daddy. I will.”

“Good. That's that. Goodbye,” Meg opened her mouth, but the dial tone sounded before she could say anything. She put the phone down in complete mourning.

“So, is he gonna come burn our house down?” Ace asked. Meg half-smiled at that.

“No, he wants me to drop the file as soon as possible.”

“Well… Let's take a look at it.”

“I'll do it. You guys can just go and have fun with anything else. Thank you for the help.”

“I'm curious about whether or not West has felonies!” Asenath said. Meg sat down.

“No way he does, he wouldn't be accepted into the college if he did. This is an institution, not a prison.”

“You'd be surprised,” Ed said. They looked at him. “What? Several generations of my family went to Miskatonic. They weren't all angels. There's even rumors of illegal books inside their vaults.”

“You mean the Necronomicon?” Meg asked, before continuing. “Well, that's a rumor, that book is not re–” Ed and Ace cut her.

“It's real,” they said, in unison. She looked at them for approximately five seconds before realizing it was probably not worth it to get into it.

“Ok…” She agreed, retrieving the file from her bag. “Anyway… Not the Necronomicon, but I got into a lot of trouble because of it.”

“Cool,” Ace rubbed her hands. “Let's dig in.”

There was nothing in West's file to indicate anything wrong, really wrong. Born in the US in 1960, not at Miskatonic but in Boston, orphaned at age four. Lived in a house for boys most of his life, excelled in approximately everything, got scholarships to several institutions. Meg went straight for Switzerland, but all that they said about whatever happened to Gruber is that he worked with him, assisting with research, until Gruber died…

“...Of a mysterious ailment, in his office!” Meg read out loud. “I knew it! This is the version I heard from staff, before West showed up. He told me that Gruber died in a lab accident.”

“Why would he lie?” Ed asked.

“Well, I think it was to cover his ass,” Ace said, taking a chip from the bowl she insisted on bringing from the kitchen. She had one of her legs thrown over Ed's lap, and happily munched. “He lied to you because you asked. No one else asked about whatever it was, he’s probably too intimidating. He was clearly saving face in case you started telling people about mysterious ailments he might be involved with.”

“It says here,” Meg continued, nodding in agreement, “that West was with Gruber when he died. He had to undergo psych evaluation, due to his “severe state of shock.” He was cleared. This is all we've got.”

“So, you know he lied.” Meg put the file down and her head on her hands. She was silent.

“What now?” Ed asked.

“I'm gonna stop. Do like my dad said and just leave it alone. I'm sure there's something wrong, but I just can't keep going. Look at what I did today... I can’t keep going like this. I Have better things to do.”

“You aren't gonna stop,” Ace said. Meg looked up. “You need to go after West.”

“Nath…” Ed began, putting his hand on her arm. In a second, Asenath looked at him, then at her roommate. She laughed, waving her hand.

“Sorry. I get really intense sometimes…” “Ace…” Meg started, eyeing her suspiciously. She shrugged.

“It was nothing. I just think there's something more here, that's all.”

Sure.

Meg looked at her own hands.

“I… This is gonna sound weird, but I think I've been dreaming about him.”

“I'm sorry. I mean, it might be because you think there's something wrong. It might not go away.” Ace passed her the bowl. Meg gratefully took a chip.

“Yes, but the next alternative is to start stalking him.” Both Ace and Ed looked at her. “What? I'm not gonna stalk West. I can’t. I’ll do something else.”

“OK,” Ed said. “Suit yourself.”

West didn’t show up to class all week. Meg took that as a blessing, considering she didn’t wanna look at him for longer than even ten minutes. The shame of having stolen his file, of having asked around about him, of breaking into her father's office was enough. She was twenty-five, she wanted to be the best in class, she needed to study, not chase down potentially mentally ill men.

There was also no talk of West, as if he didn’t exist. Hill seemed satisfied, and Meg wished that he would keep that smug smirk off of his face for a second.

The only person who went against you is gone. Hill seemed to read that thought off of the surface of her brain because he looked at her and smiled.

“Ms. Halsey,” he called on Wednesday. She looked around. Thankfully she's not here. “I'm sure you are as happy as I am that our friend West is not here, given your bad relationship with him.” She paused.

“I'm not sure I understand, Dr. Hill,” Meg said, holding her bag tighter to herself. “I have no relationship with West.”

“Well, it seemed that some people were under the impression you were invested in him, for the worse.”

“I'm not.”

“Is that so?” In lieu of a brain, he had a heart on his tray that week. The class was about that—how it pumps for someone but not for others. How it betrays the very body it's supposed to supply. How transplants go wrong. Meg looked at it, the veins, arteries… The whiteness. How small it looked outside of a body. How terribly out of place.

Not good enough for a new body. Too much fat.

Hill took a scalpel to it, and cut it off.

“Yes,” Meg reiterated, but her voice faltered. She refused to look away from the heart when he looked at her. “I assure you that I'm not invested in any way, better or worse.”

“I'm sure you wouldn't be. I simply heard different from your father.”

“Well, that was then.” When he made the third incision, she looked away. “Good night, Dr. Hill.”

“Good night, ms. Halsey.”

Meg was tired off of her mind on Friday. She was leaving the hospital, sore, Harrod’s voice still ringing in her head with every mistake she had made (no deaths, thank God!), the chemical smells imbued in her brain, under her fingernails. She was finally, finally, breathing some fresh air, when she overheard two nurses talking:

“...on some stray rats.” The nurse had a cigarette, which she dragged. The other one agreed. Meg looked through her bag for her keys.

“He’s been very pressing with lab hours according to the Doc. He had some research he needed to conduct, I asked what kind of research, the doc said he refused to tell her.”

“So?”

“So she refused to lend him the lab,” the second nurse said as if it were obvious. “I told her that whatever it was, she was right, it had to wait. Everyone had a right to the equipment.”

“And was the kid angry?”

“‘Course he was. West is interesting… He’s probably the worst student we have, attitude wise, and that’s saying something. Remember that Lennox kid?”

“Do I? I was so happy when he graduated bottom of the class…”

“Wanna hear something stranger?” The first nurse paused. Meg pretended she hadn't found her keys ten seconds ago.

“What?”

“Some janitor said he's been using the old building they're renovating as a place to… Do things, I think.” A snort.

“And you believe him?”

Meg walked away. She opened the door to her car, shut herself in and took a deep breath.

The seat underneath was soft, and though the car had an enclosed air sort of smell, she opened a window to breathe. The two nurses had already gone back inside, the street light illuminated the place where they were.

Meg decided to drive straight home, lest her brain make her go see the building herself. Traffic was light, she paid attention to the street. She was always a careful driver, a careful person in general. This was a… Difficult time. She could attribute her obsession with West to her mother’s death, to grief. It made sense. That was it.

She parked outside, opened the door to more fresh air, and found Ace standing outside of the door. Her face was stained with tears, her eyes red and lips were swollen. In her arms, laid the body of Rufus, unmoving.

“Oh my God,” Meg said, closing the door to her car, sprinting towards them. “What happened?!”

“He… Got stuck… And… Fell…” Ace said, trying to keep herself calm, with labored breaths. Hiccuping. “He… Suffocated… On one of the…. Glass jars.” Meg picked up the cat’s body in her arms and shivered.

“He's cold…”

“I put… Him… In the fridge…”

“Why?”

“My dad… He… He does things. He's a… Well, he's weird…” She took a deep breath. “I'm sorry. The smell… I didn't know what else to do…” Meg nodded, numb. “I'm so sorry…” What kind of a person is Asenath's dad?!

It didn't matter. Not now. She felt herself begin to convulse. Her face contorted into an ugly cry. Meg had seen dead animals before, sure—dissections, experiments—but never her own cat. The most contact she had with loss was her dog, who died of old age, and…

And…

“But you’re going to be ok, right?” She asked, holding the beige phone’s wire in between her fingers, looping them in between the swirls. She was waiting for her mother to answer anything other than a no on the other end, but she paused for so long...

“The doctors don’t know yet…” Julia said, struggling with another cough. The door opened again and there was a breeze, but Meg didn’t look to see who it was this time. All she could see was the corkboard to her left filled with pink, blue, yellow fliers, advertising either book clubs, fitness clubs, film clubs…

Dead mom clubs?

“I—I don’t know…” Meg said.

“We… Need to bury him. We need… To say a few words.”

“Is that why… Is that why you were crying when you pet him?” She asked, looking at her. She knew it made no sense for it to be true—people don’t predict things like that—and Ace seemed to be as shocked, hurt and upset by Rufus’ death as Meg—which means she probably couldn’t have killed him, even if it was weird she put him in the fridge.

Right?

Meg closed her eyes. The floor was stony underneath, there was wind coming through the tree leaves, the sound of the neighbors turning their television off—and Rufus, heavy in her arms, still had his eyes open and fixated on the floor.

“I… Sensed something was off,” Ace admitted, sounding calmer. “You don’t believe in this kind of thing, though. Let’s… Bury him and then you can rest, really rest. Okay?”

The funeral didn’t last long. Ace did most of the talking. She also brought a candle, several weird crystals she threw inside of the box, and a crucifix (just in case), whereas all Meg brought was an inability to talk, or move. She had Rufus as her cat for seven years, had picked him back up when she moved to Arkham again. She was so happy she could see him…

The “coffin” was lowered into the ground. It was the wooden box where Meg had stored her prom dress for years—a dress which now laid on the floor of her room in a pink, frilly cloud of tulle and nothingness.

Ace handed her a shovel, which she mechanically grabbed. They both worked to fill the hole again—it was a comfort that the neighbors had been sympathetic after the girls told them why they had knocked at such a strange hour. Both dug in silence. Meg buried the shovel, gathered the dirt, and threw.

“He had a coin, in my dream…” She said, softly.

“West?” Meg looked as if she hadn’t noticed she had said the words out loud. She nodded, burying the shovel again.

“You dreamt with him again?” Meg waved her head. “So just once?”

“I… Think. I don’t remember my dreams well.”

“You must be really upset if you're talking about West, if that's better than…” Ace looked down. “I'm sorry.”

“I know.” Meg took a deep breath. “Thanks for helping me.”

She couldn't sleep that night. Rufus would usually room with her in bed, offering his small comforting form. She felt cold.

Meg wondered what her classmates would say about her sentimental proclivities—it was only a cat after all. She wondered what West was doing right now. She wondered if the nurses were right, if he was actually experimenting with animals, if he was actually at the old building. She never even thought of it, the old Miskatonic they had to renovate. It was out of her regular path. Meg looked at her clock. One am. She was doing this, wasn't she? She was changing, going out of her room, taking her keys off the bowl, going into her car and driving… Wasn't she? She was so sure there was something wrong, she couldn't simply let it go.

The night was surprisingly warmer than she expected, as if there was something inverted about the world—up was down, left was right, Meg Halsey was after Herbert West. She walked to her car, opened the door and desperately tried not to think.

It was eerie to drive through Arkham at night. Though Meg didn’t really believe the stories—Necronomicons, cults left and right, expeditions that leave and don’t come back under mysterious circumstances—the town was still cozy by day and creepy at night. Her knuckles were turning white on the steering wheel before she forced herself to take a deep breath.

Sure, it wasn’t just Arkham that got her like that, the prospect of seeing West was making her heart beat faster, her head hurt. She turned on the radio with one of her mother’s old Glenn Miller tapes, which she still had and had been listening to non-stop for the past week. It was about the hundredth time she listened to ‘In The Mood,’ but it comforted her, probably more than it should.

The University wasn’t far. The old buildings were a little further along the path, she had to walk there. Meg parked her car in the empty parking lot of the hospital, looking at the glass doors before she realized that the only thing that made her stop there was force of habit. Filling her lungs and turning the vehicle off, she weighed all the possibilities of what would happen:

She could find West was a murderer, which she was expecting (or that he was at least involved in some kind of illegal activity). She dies, he kills her (yay, Meg!).

She finds out nothing about West, doesn’t even see him. It was a myth that he was lodging in the old buildings.

He is lodging in the old buildings because she denied him a home and he is so odd that no one else wanted to give one to him—no matter how much cash he had on his person.

Only one way to find out for sure.

Meg rubbed her hands together, to create heat, even though the night’s warmth was engulfing her. She was in the middle of the stone path towards old Miskatonic when she stopped. Anyone inside the Edwardian structure could look out from the window and find her figure watching back. She wondered how intimidating a slender woman of medium height could be to anyone who might be waiting in there. Which, if she were honest, was probably no one.

Meg circled the property. She had heard rumors of open windows, people going in there to do drugs before the University finally decided to take charge. If he was there, he must have gotten in somehow, and she doubted that it was through the beautiful wooden doors—one of the only parts of the building that went without decay. She walked a little further down, her footsteps echoing through the night, and when she found the open window, North of the front door, she froze. It was ajar, clearly, without care to be put back and there was a cloth on top—a black one, which covered part of the glass. It was possible to climb it, considering how tall windows were in that particular building. Meg looked down at herself, her shoes, her skirt, and decided that she came all the way there. No turning back now.

For all she had seen her roommate in college enjoy being dragged by the police, and getting in fights with faculty, the adrenaline of it all, she couldn’t herself understand the need for it. When her feet touched the rotten floor of the classroom, and the smell of mold filled her nostrils, she felt nothing other than absolutely ill. The dark awaited ahead. She heard nothing but herself and mice in the walls.

Meg wondered, as she walked, how far along were the renovations really? Everything seemed almost porous with decay—every wooden plank voiced a complaint when her flats touched them—the ceiling had holes, the paint was peeling. She wished she had brought a flashlight along because the further from the windows the less she could see ahead. Everything inside old Miscatonic was boiling hot, like the place wanted her to burn alive.

Amazing ideas lately, Meggie.

In the middle of one of the labyrinthine hallways—classrooms, stairs, once beautiful now dreadful—Meg sighed. Some of the rooms held construction material, but she didn't look. She was afraid, holding her labored breaths. She felt her hands sweat, her shirt cling to her, her long beige skirt turn into the only dry part of her clothing. She was never one to sweat so profusely, but she figured her body needed to make all of this psychological turmoil go somewhere. Could you blame it?

What the fuck are you doing here? She asked herself, almost aloud, hoping it wasn’t aloud like it had been when she was digging with Ace.

You need to go back ho—

A noise was heard in one of the classrooms. Her head snapped in the direction of it, lured almost like a predator to prey. A screeching came next, loud and inhuman—rat? Guinea pig?—begging for something.

Release? Death?

“DAMN IT!” A loud scream. It was undoubtedly West. It came from the end of the hallway to her left—at the only spot which was illuminated. Meg’s pulse began pounding and her legs began following it before her brain could make her feel stupid about not seeing the light before.

On the threshold, she looked in.

“West?” He looked back at her.

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More Tweels/Idia hcs!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if you'll ever see this but: I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART!! The whole reason I got a tumblr account was literally to be kept updated on your posts. your Jade x Idia posts keep me alive genuinely. So of course I'm here to ask for your fav headcanons on Jade x Idia or the Octotrio x Idia in general (bottom idia for the win)

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feed us more bottom idia hc's 😃... and possibly jadidi 🤔

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AHHHHH I just stumbled upon your tumblr a few days ago and I love your Jade/Floyd x Idia hc's!! MORE please

Anons!! Thank you so much for sending so much love our way, it means so much I can never stress it enough. I am very happy that you like our stuff, both headcanons and drawings <3 whether you’re new here or have been with us for a while, we appreciate you a lot.

Sorry for the late reply! Here are some more Jade/Idia and Floyd/Idia hcs; some neutral ones, some spicy ones, some a bit fucked up ones. I won’t be writing anything about Azul this time because posted a new bunch of Azul/Idia hcs not so long ago, but he is mentioned a couple of times!

Jade makes snacks for Idia sometimes (sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty) and asks Azul to bring them to him whenever he goes to a board game club meeting, which always makes Azul super annoyed because he isn’t Jade’s errand boy + Idia doesn’t want to eat anything anyway. But even though Idia always says that eating stuff that Jade has made sounds like a dangerous game, he got used to munching on whatever Azul brings him. Making sure that Idia-san always remembers him + inconveniencing Azul at the same time? Sounds perfect to Jade <3

If Idia visits the Lounge (which doesn’t happen very often, it’s a pretty rare occasion, to be honest), he always tries to find the tiniest, least noticeable place to sit, but he always gets all the attention, because Floyd sees him, drops whatever he’s been doing and jumps on Idia’s couch to lean on him, chat with him, tease him and even squeeze him a little bit, not caring at all that Azul will absolutely yell at him for that. And even though it’s always a super stressful thing to Idia and he would prefer Floyd not to jump him like that, whenever he visits, his heart starts pounding very loudly, because his body is aware that Floyd will notice him and react very soon. It’s 50% him being scared and 50% of weird anticipation that makes him feel a bit ticklish down there.

Despite the fact that it’s easier to catch Floyd in his eel form, the first twin that Idia saw in his eel form was actually Jade. It was his first time seeing a merman in general, and since it was a dark pool and Idia didn’t realise what he was looking at at first, he got kind of freaked out. But also mesmerised at the same time. Idia ran away the moment Jade noticed him and look at him with his scary glowing yellow eye + avoided him after that point, but he still couldn’t escape the visual of Jade’s huge slippery heavy-looking tail that was constantly on his mind.

But the first Leech to actually touch Idia in his eel form was Floyd. That wasn’t a planned encounter either; Idia pretty much just fell into the pool in the most ecchi anime convenient way possible. But Floyd caught him, grabbed him with his huge hands, left a couple of scratches with his fins and claws, and slid Idia’s entire body on his own tail. Idia ended up not only wet, but covered in the eel slime, cold and weirdly aroused. He just got rid of weird eel-related dreams that Jade caused..!

Compared to Floyd, who touches, kisses and bites in a very overwhelming manner, Jade gives Idia some moments to “breathe” during sex, but this only makes things worse somehow. Because Idia’s brain just shuts off completely when he is with Floyd, but Jade makes sure that Idia is constantly aware of how exactly he is getting fucked, what sounds he makes, how his body reacts and how Jade’s dick creates a bulge inside his stomach. Jade always stops just in time for Idia to catch himself yelping pathetically and twitching, moments away from orgasm. And Jade always smiles like a criminal that is about to betray and shoot him when it happens…

Jade’s and Floyd’s dicks are pretty much the same size-wise, but the way they operate them is different; after having sex with Floyd Idia feels completely ruined. Not in a horrible way, but even if it’s been days, his insides remember how it felt when Floyd was shoving that thing deep inside his body. So it’s not unusual for Idia to spend a couple of days in bed after having sex with Floyd, especially considering the fact that if he moves his legs in the wrong way, he’ll probably trigger a spasm that’ll send a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his whole body.

Idia still isn’t sure why this whole thing keeps happening and why the tweels keep chasing him to have sex with him; he kind of was sure that they would lose all interest in him after a week or two. But even though he acts annoyed and even freaked out by them, somewhere deep inside it feels weirdly good to know that these two think about him so much that they just can’t get enough of him. This is such a cringy thought for Idia… but suddenly realising that Jade or Floyd could fit his entire dick inside his butt without any problem is more cringe; is it really this loose now??

Jade and Floyd are fascinated with the way Idia’s hair colour changes when he is embarrassed and aroused, and they know that it also changes in other situations, so now they have a quest to collect the entire rainbow of Idia’s hair. The winner gets to have fun with Idia while the other watches. Idia loses either way because the idea of being fucked by one of the tweels while the other one is pissed, horned up and cockblocked sounds like a nightmare lol Idia isn’t aware of this little challenge/game of theirs, which is for the best.

Floyd approaches the challenge by making Idia experience different physical sensations. He also loves to freak Idia out, he feels like if he does it enough, he could get a cool new colour. He just couldn’t scare him enough yet… maybe if he combines it with them having sex… Or makes Idia believe that he is about to drown him and keep his head under the water for like a minute until he either cums or passes out…

Jade’s approach is to play mental games with Idia + use potions, mushrooms and other stuff that he could feed him or inject into him. He got pretty interesting results, especially when poor Idia got super delirious and confused as Jade was having sex with him after pretty much frying his brains with the newest mushroom-based potion… but Floyd said that it doesn’t really count because it’s cheating.

[spookystarfishzombie]

Just a little 'hello & welcome to my blog' post.

Most people have a pinned introduction post & I thought I should probably get on that. This will also double up as a FAQ post too.

Also, if you wanna buy me tea, you can -> (green tea of course)

First & foremost: FREE PALESTINE! I won't hear any different, go argue with a wall (no it's not performative, as I have been accused of in the past (all because I criticised an actor), I've attended marches, signed petitions, written to my local MPs, attended meetings & help set up fund raising events, so fuck off with your 'performative activism' buzz words, I'm not here for it). As I run a Stranger Things page, it's worth noting that I do not support the zi0nists in the show, most notably No*h Schnapp (tagged as 'he who shall not be named) & Br*tt Gelman (tagged as 'other he who shall not be named'. I honestly think he's down right insane). If you are one of these people that venomously supports them then this page isn't for you. You're not welcome here. And since some children in the fandom can't tell the difference between criticism and hatred, I don't hate these people (well maybe Gelman because he's actively causing my community a terrible reputation), I hope that through education and compassion they see how wrong & hurtful their words have been. Thankfully, I've been educated my whole life about isr*el through the Holocaust legacy we have in our family, my great grandmother having survived it and actively fought against the idea of isr*el, how it's just going end up brainwashing so many youths into thinking they can just turf indigenous people from their literal homes. I've unfortunately been to isr*el when I was a child because my dead beat father seemed to think it was a good idea, even if my beloved great-grandmother pleaded with him not to. Luckily my mom did the right thing and left him and my step-father has been great. He used to blindly support isr*el until he finally educated himself and has felt terrible that this was his mindset for so long. Change can happen, but you need to detangle yourself from isr*el's cluthes and realise that it's more important to protect the real indigenous people of Palestine. Listen to the Rabbi's out in the streets, protesting. Listen to the Jewish Community when we tell you that Zi0nism is a dangerous thing that has weaponised Judaism and played the victim to use as a shield ... okay that got heavy. Moving on!!!!!

Secondly, Hi, I'm Kay (she/her), I'm a veteran of Tumblr, unfortunately. I love watching films, I love to draw, read and have green fingers, yes I'm a plant mama, I just love plants. My prized plant is my monstera because she started off so small & now she's doubled in size. So happy! I also put the B in LGBTQ, I'm very proud of the bi community & love being part of it (biphobes, especially within the queer community, are truly baffling to me - so take your biphobia elsewhere, or better yet, you know, educate yourself? It's not a hard thing to do). I also have crippling anxiety and I'm irritatingly shy, I wish I wasn't but I've always been shy, so if you want to talk to me, you're going to have to be the one to reach out otherwise I'm radio silent (I'm working on it). I'm a millennial, so if you're a minor, sorry, I won't be forging friendships. But you're awsome, just know that!

I used to have Texts From Last Night (TFLN) blog for Stranger Things a few years back that was basically the same as this blog (except back then I had thousands of followers *sigh*). I deleted it because a) people were annoying about it, b) people didn't seem to understand that this wasn't to be taken seriously and c) I got chased off the site because apparently labelling Mike as bi was a death sentence. I said fuck it, and deleted. I started it around when season 2 came out & deleted just before season 4. But I'm hoping the fandom is a little more mature now & I can start up with a fresh, new Stranger Things TFLN blog again, mainly because I miss making edits. Making edits helps take my focus off my anxiety. Yay anxiety.

I take texts from the site Texts From Last Night (it's no longer being maintained, unfortunately), then I take screencaps from my own laptop or from a site called screencapped, then throw it altogether (if you want to look at the site for yourself, just a trigger warning, some of the texts are either gross or bigoted - so just a heads up, I obviously filter out those ones from my blog, I don't want that on here).

I do sometimes edit the original TFLN to fit the screencap, so if the original TFLN mentions a name, I'll change the name to say, for example, Lucas or Nancy. I'll change it if it includes ages & place names too, just to fit with Stranger Things. I also sometimes add my own Text to make it flow smoother, for example this one with Steve & Eddie (the post), the original TFLN only had the 'Eddie' part but I didn't think it flowed well, so I made up a 'Steve' text with a made up area code, so it made more sense that 'Eddie' was responding to 'Steve' rather than just having it as a stand alone text (I really over-complicate my descriptions, huh?).

The numbers on the posts are area codes, and the texts aren't colour coded, I just use what ever colour stands out against the background. I also don't do it by ships; I'll find a text that I think is funny and find a screencap that roughly matches up, so please don't request ship/character posts. I'll maybe do submissions at a later date, where you can send in your funny texts but right now, I'm just making my way through the TFLN site.

Not a particularly interesting introduction post but there you go. I ain't got much to say, I guess. But I will say thanks for your support so far on here, you guys seem to be enjoying the posts and that's all that really matters. Much love!

Kay

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𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 | breath mint

Raphael ✷ Grayson ( 16+ ) MASTERLIST

RAMBLES: about to ramble so you can skip this if you want! this is a chapter from my fic I wrote following the timeline of the movies, and since I'm going through and editing the book, I wanted to share some of my favorite parts from the fic on my tumblr, so spoilers??

anyyywhoo I'm also posting chaps that I was going to trash, but instead, I decided to make them into reader inserts and age up the characters. so if you see that and connect the dots, you get a cookie :)

this is about my OC and April meeting the brothers and it will forever be in my heart bc I wrote this when I was sixteen, so there will be major cringe ahead.

also, the characters are their respective age in this to match the movie.

this is not a reader insert! and, keep in mind I WAS A FETUS writing this so my choice of faceclaim was silly and it was like 2017 when I wrote this.

*cough* sabrina carpenter *cough*

TO EXPECT: ocs, 2014! movie, SFW, and a potty mouth character, cringes of my very first fic.

disclaimer: i do NOT own tmnt or the movie scenes, just my ocs and what i write for them :)

I WAS VERY TEMPTED to punch myself in the face for being so damn stupid.

Who in their right mind leaves a flash on when trying to take a discrete photo?

Grayson fucking O'Neil apparently.

All four figures immediately froze, the flash lighting up the dark rooftop for only a second. It was painfully obvious I had taken a picture. My hands began to sweat as my heart started to speed up. I could hear the shadow figures whispering again, and this time I had a really good feeling it wasn't about their previous victory.

"What was that?"

"It's a camera flash."

"We know it's a camera flash."

"Who's behind the camera flash?"

There was a light shove that came from my leg, and I knew it was April probably wondering what was going on. But I didn't dare move.

Maybe if I just pretended that I wasn't here, they wouldn't see me?

"By my calculations, it's two girls,"

Two?! How can he see us both?!

"Now we gotta kill them..."

I nearly let go of the ladder at that, my stomach churning. Shit. Were they really going to kill us over a freaking picture? Who in the hell are these guys? American assassins?

"What?!"

"With kindness!"

"Give them some flowers, earn their trust."

"I got this."

"Raph, no, no, no! She has glasses!"

I had started to climb down now, but it didn't look like I was going anywhere – April was blocking my path.

I had to bite my lip to keep myself from shouting at her. I wondered if a little kick to the face would make her move. I thought about it for a good second, though I refrained from doing so – but damn, did I want to.

I opened my mouth, ready to tell her to move her ass, but a hard heavy chain was suddenly around my midsection. My eyes widened in shock, and I glanced down. "What—" with a harsh jerk and a very loud squeal from my lips, I was suddenly air-born.

My body hit the roof with a harsh thump, and I rolled, somehow shielding my head and camera at the same time. Pain shot up my arm when I landed on my wrist, the limb catching the brunt of my fall. When I finally had control over my own body again, I weakly sat up and clenched my teeth, holding my now throbbing wrist to my chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! That fucking hurt you asshole!" I shouted into the dark, my pain causing my temper to flare which controlled my tongue. I swear I could hear a giggle come from the dark.

I didn't give a damn who these guys were, they didn't have to yank me around like that. Unable to stop the aggravated huff that left my lips, I allowed my gaze to drop down to my camera as I checked it over, only to let out a relieved breath when I saw it was perfectly fine.

Yea, but freakin' my wrist isn't.

My eyes drifted back to my wrist as more annoyed grumbles came from my lips. A burning sensation came from my joint as I rotated the limb. I didn't think it was broken, but knew I it was going to bruise. I was so focused on my arm that I didn't notice when April climbed up the ladder and ran over to me. She was quick to notice how I was nursing my arm and she grabbed it tenderly, facing the inner part of my wrist up. She cringed at the flamed skin.

Damn. This was definitely going to start bruising soon. I could already see a red tint forming just below the junction of my thumb that would soon turn purple.

"Are you okay?"

I so badly wanted to snap back a sarcastic remark, but when my gaze locked with hers, my words seemed to leave me. I eased my arm away, staring up at her. I could see the fear in her eyes and that made the situation more real.

I was just pulled through the air like a fucking rag doll, of course I'm not okay!

But I didn't say that.

"I think so—"

A harsh thump, followed by a rough grunt, suddenly came from behind me and a shaky breath slipped through April's lips as she tilted her head back, her eyes growing when her gaze locked onto someone, or something, behind me.

By the look on April's face, I really didn't want to turn to see what made her suddenly go pale. Something in my gut told me not to turn around, to just fall out and play dead – I wanted to ask who was standing there so I didn't have to look.

Then I remembered this asshole was the one that just yanked me from the ladder. It only took two seconds of me mentally preparing myself before I found enough courage to turn around and give this man a piece of my mind on how he shouldn't yank little people around, just so he could feel superior.

I quickly turned, but came to a jerking stop when my nose brushed against a...knee. My eyes crossed as I stared at the limb, and the first thing I noticed was how...green...it was green?

Momentarily forgetting my previous anger and my throbbing wrist, I shuffled back on my butt, my head tilting up to see who the large ass knee belonged to. My eyes bugged like a Looney Tunes character as I assessed the figure towering over me.

Holy fucking shit.

Green eyes clashed with Grey as a man-like turtle glared down at me. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Upon seeing the look on my face, his lips curled back over his teeth into a snarl and I watched as his eyes scanned over my persons for a second, as if looking for something.

I instantly thought of my camera and instinctively grabbed it to my chest. That action had him narrowing his gaze on the device and that's when I knew what he wanted.

There were no words being said as me and my sister sat frozen in our spots. My sister looked about ready to piss herself, while I was trying my best to control my breathing and the pace of my heart. I suddenly felt warm and clammy and my heart was fluttering in an odd rhythm in my chest.

Time seemed non-existent as I took in this creature's appearance, noting the blood-red mask wrapped around the upper part of his head, kind of looking like a du-rag. The red fabric seemed like a good fashion choice, seeing that he had a very pissed-off look on his face at the moment. My gaze swept over the large turtle man, taking in all the gear he was wearing.

There was a thick leather strap stretched across, what I think was, his chest as it disappeared over the lip of his shell. And on his waist was an old-looking strap playing as a belt as it held up his odd-looking pants. My eyes then drifted to his arms, which were literally the size of my head. There was a red band tied around his bicep, stretching as the muscle moved.

This turtle man was ripped, and I honestly wanted to ask what type of steroids he took, because holy shit he was built like a miniature Hulk.

He rumbled lowly, his nostrils flaring as I snapped my eyes back to his own. I could tell he noticed my little observation, and he didn't hide the fact he didn't like it.

"Give me the camera,"

I had to pause at the sound of his voice, my face shifting gradually when I realized he could speak English. His voice was low and raspy like he was a heavy smoker and all his years of smoking finally caught up to him – I don't know what I was expecting the turtle man to sound like, but it definitely wasn't that.

April helped me stand, wrapping her arms around my waist protectively as we stared at him wide-eyed. I could feel her hands shaking against my waist, causing a spark of protectiveness to wash over me. There was a bead of sweat forming on my forehead as my knees wabbled.

"Ooh, look, he's doing his Batman voice," A voice snorted from behind the red-clad turtle, voice lowering to mock him.

"They're so hot, I can feel my shell tightening," A higher-pitched voice strained, prompting me to raise an eyebrow.

Excuse me?

I tried to shift my gaze around the red-clad turtle in front of me, wanting to see who was talking, but his big ass shell was blocking my view.

The red-banded turtle rolled his jaded eyes and turned to look back over his shoulder, or more like his shell. "We can hear you," He growled.

I tensed more as he turned back to us, his eyes locking me again in as he unsheathed something from both sides of his abdomen and I looked down.

Recognition flashed in my gaze as I stared at the familiar fork-like daggers.

So he was the one I saw that night? The shadow man? Holy shit! This is all starting to make sense—

I nearly jerked back when he placed one of the daggers under my chin, his jaw ticking as my breath quickened.

Jesus, what is his problem? My heart started to sporadically flutter faster as a twinge of fear settled in my stomach, afraid he might nick my skin with the sharp object.

He took a small step closer to me, having to slouch over drastically so he could get in my face. I could tell this was his way to intimidate me, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't working. His hot breath tickled my face, causing a light scrunch on my nose to form as I leaned back and tucked my chin toward my chest, promptly showing a double chin.

I was tempted to head-butt this turtle if he got any closer to me. Did this dude know anything about personal space? Because damn, he was so close, if I wanted to, I could boop him on the nose.

All witty remarks seemed to leave me as my brain was still trying to understand what I was seeing. So, panicking, I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Dude, you need a breath mint,"

As soon as the words left my mouth, Red's non-existent brows shot up in shock, as if my words had slapped him in the face. There was a loud boisterous laugh that came from behind him, which had the red turtle quickly recovering from his shock when he realized what I said.

He sharpened his harsh glare down at me, looking somewhat offended. "Wha—why I outta—" He lifted my chin higher with the dagger, "If you don't give me the camera, I'm gonna—"

"You're gonna what? Poke us to death with your little forks? Ooh, I'm shivering." I said before adding, "And by the way, you sound nothing like Batman – if anything, you sound constipated. Don't disrespect Bruce Wayne like that."

I don't know if it was the fall I took, or the amount of cake I ate tonight. But I found myself knocking my uninjured arm against his to move the dagger out of my space. I knew running my mouth was probably going to get me hurt, but this turtle was rude as hell. And that shit wasn't about to fly with me.

I could feel April's eyes glaring at me, most likely wishing I would shut up.

A loud snort came from behind the red turtle again, followed by a frenzy of giggles. If he was mad before, he was defiantly livid now. His face started to change, and if he could blush, I was certain his cheeks would be the color of his mask.

He cracked open his mouth to speak again, but a loud voice cut him off.

"Enough!" I stepped back and watched as another turtle flipped over us, landing on the other side of the rooftop – this one sporting a blue mask.

What's up with the multi-colored masks? Are they color-coded turtles or something? Was I missing the punch line?

My eyes flickered to the two weapons he gripped in his large hands tightly, and I instantly recognized them to be Katana's. He glanced down, his face stern as he assessed the three of us. I suddenly felt really small under his gaze, as if I were a child being scolded.

I watched as he twisted his wrists, expertly spinning his weapons before lifting his arms and sliding them onto the back of his shell, crossing them into a large 'X'.

"Back off, Raph." He ordered, looking over to the turtle in red.

So rude turt has a name? I thought before looking back at Blue.

The red turtle, Raph, let out an aggravated growl as he stepped back and moved away. "I only saw Batman once!—she made fun of my voice and said I needed a mint." He whispered the last part to himself, but I heard him perfectly.

"Ladies, hello. I apologize." The blue-clad turtle said coolly, effortlessly dropping from the edge in one step as he moved in front of us. "My colleague here forgot to say please – so would you please hand over the camera?"

At this point, he was standing but a few feet away. His eyes, which were the brightest blue I had ever seen, glanced down at the camera hanging from my neck before looking back up at my face, his mask shifting as he lifted a non-existent brow. This turtle seemed a lot calmer than the first, but that didn't make me trust him in the slightest.

The scenario good cop, bad cop coming to mind.

I instinctively grasped my sister's hand, tugging her closer to me as I backed away, refusing to give up my beloved camera in fear that they might smash it.

Blue started to take a few steps closer when he noticed us backing away, and I was quick to stop him by throwing my finger in his face. "Ah, Ah! No! You stay."

His face looked rather shocked for a moment at my boldness, and I was surprised when he actually came to a stop. He blinked a few times as if he couldn't believe I just told him to stay put like a dog. I took this as my chance to turn, pulling on April so we could find an escape—

My body jolted to a stop when we came face to face with another turtle – this one in orange.

Holy shit! Are they fucking multiplying?!

April gasped and sprung back, letting me go in the process. My arm flew up out of instinct, not expecting him to be so close. Just before I could make contact and hit him for being in my personal bubble, the Orange-clad turtle was quick to catch me by the wrist, shocking the literal hell out of me.

"Whoa, dudette! chill, it's just a mask. See? Don't freak out—right?" He used his other hand to take off his mask, dangling the fabric in my face with a boyish smile on his face.

One of my brows quirk of its own accord as I tensely glimpse at his massive hand that was wrapped around my small wrist, noting he only has three fucking fingers. He saw the look on my face, a sheepish grin morphing on his lips as he quickly let go.

At the rate my breathing was going, I began to feel a little lightheaded, my heart still fluttering in my chest as my legs became shakier. Oh no. I blinked a few times as the turtle in front of me became blurry. When I blinked again, the red turtle was suddenly standing by the orange one, both watching me with strange looks on their faces as I took a stumbling step back.

Shit, I don't feel good.

"Ray?" April's voice seemed far away, though I knew she was literally right behind me.

Just as I began to collapse, a pair of large hands caught me, and my body went limp.

"Oh, that went well."

"BREATHING STEADY. Blood pressure stabilizing." Someone said as a bright beam shined in my eyes.

My thoughts were jumbled the second I could make out multiple green faces hovering over me.

"Why are we still here playing doctor?" A deeper voice growled, sounding annoyed.

"Because, other than her injured wrist—which you caused—She might have a head injury."

"Uh, correction, she's a hot chick who may have a head injury. Which makes it our civic duty—"

"Would you knock it off."

I jerked away when a green hand was suddenly in my face, three fingers snapping. I blinked a few times as I squinted my eyes at the turtle. He was wearing a pair of goggles and was wearing a purple mask. When he noticed I was conscious enough, he quickly moved out of my space, allowing me to sit up.

"Tink, are you okay?"

I felt instant comfort from the nickname and glanced over to see my sister staring at me with concern, her hand lightly pressed against my knee. I nodded my eyes blinking a few more times as I noticed my vision was still impaired. My hands snap to my face, panic washing over me when I realize my glasses are gone.

The urge to pull a Velma and shout 'My glasses!' hit me as I started to look around for them. Before I could promptly start freaking the hell out, April tapped my shoulder and I felt instant relief when she pulled them out and placed them on my face for me. I gave her a grateful nod, adjusting them before I turned my attention to the four turtles watching us.

I can't believe I passed out.

I twisted my lips, rubbing my hurt wrist while my eyes drifted to each turtle, taking them in as I stood to my feet with the help of my sister.

"What are you?" April asked, also looking at them.

The blue-clad turtle glanced at the others before moving forward slightly. "Well, Miss, uh, we're ninjas." He leaned the top part of his body forward, resting his fist into the palm of his hand and bowing his head at us respectively.

I found myself actually wanting to smile at his actions.

The urge to smile quickly disappeared as soon as the red brute, who I remember being called Raph, spoke up, his eyes set in a hard glare as he stared at us "We're mutants."

The purple one, which I noticed was the tallest out of all of them, looked at us, his goggles gone and replaced with glasses. "Well, technically we're turtles."

"Oh, and we're teenagers! But we can still have...adult conversations." The Orange-clad turtle says, wiggling his fingers and winking at us.

I let out a sound of surprise, gaining their attention. "No, I am a teenager." I gestured to myself with both hands, my eyes wide as I looked back at them incredulously. "Like, honestly, you look like grown-ass men — I mean turtles..."

"You're a teenager?!" The orange banded one whispered in shocked wonder as he approached me, bending and placing his hands on his knees as he got in my face like he was analyzing a rare specimen. I took a step back and gave him a look as he muttered, "But...you're so tiny,"

I made a face at his words, "I'm not that short! I'm a pretty normal height for a girl..."

The purple-wielding turtle let out an amused snort, prompting us to look at him now. "Actually, you seem to be around 5'2 and the normal height for a human female is—"

"Can we please get back on topic guys? We don't have time to share facts and height charts." Blue interrupted us, making me turn to him with a lifted brow.

I promise, I tried to stop my eyes from rolling, I really did, but they had a mind of their own. "Bossy ass," I muttered under my breath.

His eyes snapped to me, and I instantly knew he heard what I said, causing me to shoot him an innocent smile in return.

April, who was still hung up on their existence stepped forward to butt in, "Wait, So, you're—ninja, mutant, turtle, teenagers?" she questioned, sounding slightly ridiculous with how she worded it.

My lips pursed and I shook my head, "That sounds silly—" I glanced at April disappointed, "Why not Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? It has a better ring to it."

"Agreed," The one in purple said, causing me to look back at him with a smile.

I glanced at all of them again, curiosity shining in my eyes as I began to wonder how this even happened. It's not every day you run into humanoid turtles who can speak perfect English. There has to be more to this.

My eyes stopped on Raph, catching the glare he was giving as he watched me look around at them. I lifted a brow, and his expression only grew more annoyed. "They're lookin' at us like we're freaks." He suddenly spat, pointing his fork dagger at me.

Seriously, what is this turtle's malfunction? He seemed to be the only one with a thorn in his side and it was starting to piss me off.

"I bet that's why you took our picture, wasn't it? To show your friends" He accused as he pointed at me again, a smug look mixing with his irritated one. "That is, if ya' have friends."

My mouth dropped in shock at his dig at my social life. Who did this turtle think he was? He was being such an ass, and for what?

"Look here 'Mr.Batman'—" I decreased my voice into a mocking tone, trying to mimic the baritone voice he did earlier, "When it comes to disrespect, I'm usually open-minded, but you've been a real ass tonight, so I'm about to be open-handed and smack the shit outta you!" I sass back before somewhat shouting, "Don't play with me!"

Crickets. There's a distinct pause as all four turtles look comically baffled at my little outburst. They were probably wondering how much damage a small girl like me could do to a six-foot mutant turtle, but I swear if he said another rude ass thing to me, they will all find out.

Suddenly, a very boyish laugh filled the tense atmosphere and I swung my gaze over to the orange-clad turtle, watching as he clutched his stomach from laughing so hard.

"Dudes I think I just fell in love – Raph she just put you in your place bro!"

The red-banded turtle shot the other one a sharp glare, his lip curling as he yanked his intense gaze back in my direction. I took a tiny step back as the hothead dropped down from the ledge he was perched on, his green eyes burning into my own. I noticed his scarred lip quirk into a smirk when he saw me step back. Something in his hand caught my attention, so I looked down and froze upon seeing my camera dangling in his grasp.

"Looking for this?" He taunted, his smirk growing as he observed the shocked expression on my face.

I quickly patted down my body, as if I wasn't looking at my camera. What the hell?! My mouth formed a tight line as he got closer to me, my head having to tilt back so I could stare him directly in the eyes.

Don't show fear, be the bad bitch you know you are.

"I swear, if you break my camera, I'll monkey jump your ass!"

He gave me a challenging look in return, "Bring it, Trouble," His gaze fell from my face and traveled over my body, sizing me up. "I can take ya."

I ignored the nickname as the annoyance I felt grew, "I don't know the anatomy of a mutant turtle, but I'm so close to kicking you in the balls if you don't back the fuck up!" I growled, jabbing a finger in his shell-covered chest.

It's been I while since I've gotten this upset, usually I was chill. But this turtle seemed like he really enjoyed pressing my buttons.

For a moment I could have sworn fear flashed in his eyes when I mentioned kicking him down under. And he seemed to close his stance a little. But before any more words could be shared between us, blue stepped in, moving Raph back.

"How many times do I have to tell you? We don't break things, we fix them. Donnie already wiped the camera, genius – Problem solved, moving on." The blue-clad turtle spoke, his eyes hardening on Raph who now seemed embarrassed by being scolded.

I snapped my head toward the purple turtle, assuming he was the one who messed with my stuff. "You did what?!" My voice squeaked, causing the purple banded turtle to jump and his glasses-covered eyes to round. "Please tell me you didn't wipe everything!"

My whole life was on that damn thing! He better not have erased the memory, I only took one picture!

The purple, Donnie, looked extremely uncomfortable and slightly panicked. He opened his mouth to speak, but the big brute cut him off before he could defend his actions.

"And who put you in charge?" Red rumbled, anger sparking in his green eyes as he turned to face blue.

Now Blue seemed pissed, his chest bumping into Raph's as he matched his aggression. "You know who did." His voice lowers and I find myself taking a small step back.

I had a feeling a fight was about to break out, and I didn't want to be caught in the middle of that.

These guys are really moody.

"Ooh, tension! It's been like thirty whole minutes since you guys had this argument." The orange one butted in with a smile on his face, not seeming fazed by the other turtle's aggressiveness.

"Leonardo, if we want to make it home before Master, we gotta hustle," Donnie spoke up, glancing at his wrist which had a cool-looking watch on it.

For a moment I pause, a sense of familiarity washing over my mind as I thought over that name.

"Leonardo?" I heard April whisper from beside me, causing me to look over at her with a questioning look.

Has she heard of that name before too?

The blue one, Leonardo, turned to me. I kept quiet as he stepped closer and held out my camera for me to take. "Do not say a word about this to anyone," he lowered himself to my height, and even though he was bent over, I still had to look up. "If you do, we will find you." His eyes swayed between me and April for a second, "April and Grayson O'Neil."

He was back to standing his full height; A serious superior look casting in his blue eyes. He turned his head to look at Raph, narrowing his eyes slightly. "We're on the move, Raphael."

"Raphael...?" I murmured this time, my brows pinched together. Where have I heard these damn names before?

A deep rumble followed after I said the name, which caused me to look up. It was Raphael. When we locked eyes, I could see his shoulders tense as he shot me a displeased look. I stared at him for a long moment, trying to read this strange being. He stared back and I could only assume he was doing the same with me.

I could tell he was the most guarded out of the other three, and I was quick to pick up on the fact he seemed insecure about what others thought about his appearance. I would have to remember not to stare if I wanted to stay on his good side. That is, if he even had one.

Like a splash of cold water to the face; Raphael moved away from us, before squaring his shoulders and placing his little bitty weapons back in their holster. He locked eyes with me once more and shot me a pointed glare, the toothpick in his mouth shifting.

Yep, this guy really doesn't like me...Wait, where did the toothpick come from?

"Yeahhh, we'll find you, O'Neil." The orange started doing weird hand gestures as he gradually backed away.

I quirked a brow at how odd and disturbing it sounded.

I jumped a little as he came back quickly, an awkward smile on his face, "I'm sorry, that came across super creepy, okay?" He chuckled nervously, "But we will find you though." He pointed at us, shooting a small wink.

He's weird. I giggled softly.

An award-winning smile broke out on his face as he heard my laugh, looking like a child in a candy shop. He waved me goodbye as he ran after the others who had begun to leave. Leonardo shot him a stern look when he finally caught up, muttering something to him under his breath.

April rushed after them, her phone now out and raised to snap more pictures as they disappeared into the night.

I rolled my eyes before joining her at the edge of the building, smirking to myself.

"It was like fire brah, did you see me back there? She's totally into me, I made her laugh!"

"Shut it, Mikey." I recognized that voice to be Raphaels.

I glanced over at April, my smile spreading somewhat in excitement.

I knew after tonight, that neither of our lives were ever going to be the same.

MASTERLIST

[thetentaclecommander]

This is an 18+ blog. Pretty much anything under the Ao3 archive warnings section, and then some can and will likely be represented here, so no histrionics, plz. I don't have a DNI or 'required reading' but do have 'things' listed at post bottom in case they are like deal breakers or whatever so you cannot say you weren't given advance warning as to my content. *I will not waste my time reading DNIs or Carrds. The block button is a great (sex) toy and you are free to use it at will. I sure as hell do.* +++ FAQ Who is this? Hi, I’m TTC

I write Nemesis and Jill boning a lot. For the plot, supposedly. Been doing so forever ago. What are you? An immortal sentient tentacle who moonlights as a jaded fandom old. I can and will out-drink you. What other names have you've gone by? I've lovingly been called That Tentacle and Server Satan. I'm a walking kink-filled perv factory full of bad ideas, hence the names. + What fics do you write? Fic list for the Devil's Saga AU. The Ships in the AU My AO3 + Tags for Blog Navigation Here. + (Con't under the cut for more general info and disclaimers)

Why is...this? Because I want to see more Nemesis/Jill content, and it’s a bitch to find. Also, after years of putting off even joining Tumblr, I wanna share my AU and keep this crack ship alive. Maybe even fanwank on my thoughts about Toll and Onery or even on Jill, the long-suffering bad bitch that Cap keeps forgetting has a compelling storyline right there. But this is mostly just blatant shilling of my AU + What’s your fandoms? Resident Evil. To be clear, I mainly stan RE3: Nemesis, not the remake one. The 1999 one. But in general, I like this goofy series, boulders, nonsense science, bad plot, and all. I do like other stuff that I might occasionally reblog. Could be silly shit like Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel or Arcane to heavy shit like BTD. I'm random like that. + Format of each post: A snippet, a link to Ao3. I’ll list any pertinent CWs if needed. My fics tend to be 18+ some of them marked with Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings and DD:DNE (ie unapologetically dark shit cause RE is a survival horror franchise), so keep that in mind. I might drop early snips; I haven’t decided on that yet. + Is Nemmy -ever- nice in your fics? Pffft (well, he’s 'nice' in bursts, as in a burst of tentacles through Brad’s face). In seriousness, in my take on him, he’s complicated, having the ability to be ""kind"", and ""caring"" but is a Tyrant through and through - basically closer to canon. I like canonical villains and I like my monsters monstrous and, at times, barely grasping that human/monster line. Expect infestations and murder. + What is your stance on RE3: Nemesis (1999) and RE3 (2020)? 1. remake Carlos got the glow up omg 2. Jill was sassy in both and I do love og but ngl remake!Jill was so done and I feels her 3. the monsterfucker vibes was mostly immaculate 4. og Nemesis was hotter and scarier. 3make massacred my boy (I don't judge those that like 3make, but maaan my boi T.T) like my biggest gripe along with the cut content was the game missing the point of Nemmy entirely reducing him to an annoying superman jumping nuisance and honestly lessening the N/J shippy vibes for me + Do you do fic requests? RPs? No. I simply don’t have the focus/time to do requests or things outside of my stories. I write what I want when I want. + Do you do DMs or Asks? I just flit in the night and talk when I feel like it. I prefer all convos in the broad daylight on public posts. But I’ll open my Asks. Be stupid, and I’ll simply close them. Capisce? Also if you DM me wastes of time things like 'Hi', 'hello' - the kinda shit ppl mock on dating sites especially with a pretty much blank profile, you'll be blocked. In fact, I block pretty freely as I value my time. + Don't Whine, You Know What I'm About [Disclaimers To Save People Time] This Tentacle posts here: -sex acts that ranges from soft to oh gods please don’t kill me -urk- -tentacle murder/parasitic 'fun'/horrible things occurring -high/low brow story drama (think Gothic Horror-esque) -crack ships mixed in with canon with zero regard about their 'purity' -monsterfucker shit, duh This Tentacle: -believes that fiction does not have the power of a death note over one's actions and believes people are not inherently stupid or unable to understand for themselves what they engage in -holds sex positive/pagan/kink and leather/poly/queer friendly/profic views -is against the -isms and/or -phobias used against others -laughs at killjoy puritans; your hell/churchy-speak means nothing to me a lifelong heathen eldritch egg laying being If you hate any of these you’ll -not- have a fun time with my content. Also, this shouldn't have to be said, but kiddos (under 18) Be not seen or heard as per ye old adult fandom rules. I reject all signal boosting requests/callouts; promotions will be at MY discretion. (More than likely, the answer will be 'no'.) We team SALS/DLDR/YKINMKBYKIOK in these parts. Be freely stupid with your ships; none of it’s real. Fandom is stupid, don’t take it so serious. Also, the murderkink. Gotta have the murderkink and worms. A'ight, Enjoy!

[kingkatsuki]

JooooooooOOOOOOOO I’m so nervous ugh I am finally coming to the end of a piece I’ve been writing for LITERAL months that’s just under 14k words and I simultaneously can’t wait to post it while I’m also terrified to do so. I’ve just put so much effort, time and emotion into it, to the point that I literally cried while writing the end, and I guess I’m worried it won’t be received well. It’s got smut and fluff and a little humor but it’s also heavy angst… like main character death angst, and I’m just worried that people will be annoyed that the ending is going to be referenced so many times throughout the piece bc the reader is literally an assassin… but like… I’m just nervie bc it’s kind of become my baby at this point… I’ve obviously posted long pieces before but this one has been through so much and taken me on such a wild fuckin ride and I’m just worried people won’t like it as much as I hope they will 🥲 and I’m not normally one to be self conscious about my writing either so this is a new thing for me. Idk just thought I’d ask my idol for some reassurance lol. What do you do if something you’ve come to love so much doesn’t get the response you were hoping for?

Hihihi Cel! Omg that’s SO exciting! Especially when you’ve worked on something for so fucking long, like it’s such a good feeling💕

I know how daunting it is to share our shit with the world, especially when you’ve poured your heart and soul into something like it sounds like you have. I think that moment where you press “post” and wait for that first comment to come in is always gonna be the scariest when you write something. And it’s so normal to be nervous and worried about how something so close and personal to you might be received, because you have quite literally opened yourself up when writing it. It’s such a personal thing to share your writing, and it’s such a terrifying feeling to think that literally anyone could respond to it with “I hate it” or “this is so shit”. These thoughts petrify me daily honestly. But think of the last time you received a lovely comment on your fics, one that made you smile and that you still think about today. That one comment will make posting this fic worth it, I promise you. Even if it ends up being the only comment you get on it, and no one else even bothers even reblogging— that comment will stick with you.

Honestly one of my favourite fics I ever wrote isn’t my most “popular”, or most commented/reblogged or whatever metric you wanna use, but it’s still to this day my favourite fic. Because I remember how it made me feel when I wrote it, and how happy I was to finish it. But honestly I’m self-conscious with every single fic I’ve ever posted cause it’s such a deeply personal thing to do, so I definitely share how you feel💕

Tumblr right now is pretty fucking shit for interaction, but I’m so certain you’ll get at least one comment on that piece that’ll make you realise it was so fucking worth all the hours you put into it.

And definitely crosspost it to ao3 because I’ve had some of the loveliest comments I most definitely didn’t expect to receive on there!!🥺

It’s gonna be amazing, don’t worry okay?!💕

[lesslie-sass]

Finale response (tw for panic attack description and mention of cyberstalking)

This took pretty long for me to start writing, this response, mostly cause I was just recovering mentaly, distant myself from this situation for a bit to collect my thoughts and not be so broken while writing it.

This one accident happened in the middle of the night of 3 to 4 november.

Tete-a-tete, I had a panic attack last night. I honestly didn't feel very well all day, nausea, weakness, headache and irritation.

I was so hyperventilated that my stomach started to hurt, tears were rolling down my cheeks, such a warm but bitter feeling, my mind was teeming with thoughts of how lonely I was, that no one cared about me, that I was really so terrible that everyone hated me. With a heavy, trembling hand, I reached for my Cheshire plushie, because there was no one around to comfort me, and at the same time I wanted my mother to hear my ragged breathing and try to comfort me, to show me, that she still cares. Thought her behavior, for several years already, show that she doesn't anymore.

After it was all over, I just lay there clutching a bun in my hands, marveling at my stupid brain. And when I sat down, I saw my cats near my bed on the floor, it made me smile again and cry again, a really bittersweet sensation, a mixture and pains from loneliness.

Yeah, this whole situation affected me even physically and I do still feel aftermaths of it. I fell into terrible manic state, just being angry, annoyed yet energetic, then it was over and grown numb over time. I didn't felt like posting or even draw anything because it feels pointless without passion for it and I don't feel comfortable to post anything here. Even this post I finished only because of recent stupid message I got, though while showing this prick may as well explain why I went on hiatus.

I could go on yet another rant about bigtittiecomitte terrible post but I won't, I'm done and will be pretty brief about it. That post at best nitpicky and at worst just flat out lies (like me ONLY bashing on Uzi and n*zi ship on tumblr, completely ignoring bunch of other content I did and only focusing on small bit of rants you didn't like, lying that I tagged n*zi on multiple posts when theres literally only one and it wasn't about hating n*zi at all) and that's post was in some way a catalist for panic attack I had. Hope it was worth it, you sure did educate me of how terrible this fandom can be and that I really should put myself first. (You know who you are, user with stupid nickname, I know you will read it through your friends accounts, like some creep and get butthurt again and try to further ruin my reputation again)

Speaking of creeps, also the other reason I don't feel comfortable on tumblr:

Yep, they straight said to have their buddy stalking me. Which is gross but from I what I've seen this person is pretty creepy lunatic by themselves, so not much expected. (And I know you will see this post too and I hope you would like to be called what you are, creep)

And in the end, I honestly not sure what to do anymore, this all situation just took any passion for art from me and made me constantly worry that if I do something here I just get harrassed again, that my already shattered psyche get even worse. I'm practicly having depressive episode at this point, I literally don't feel much joy from things I love and just exist in constant numbness, just wishing that after sleep I somehow would feel slightly less numb.

I posted my unpopular takes, so people who also have same opinion, would feel less lonely among the mass who screams that it's "wrong" and "problematic", it's just unpopular. Not for anyone who has different opinion to get uncomfortable or butthurt over it, especially with how I did try to put warnings for it, but people just ignore it and read it to get angry and harrass me.

I don't wanna sympathy, I know I'm not the best person but I do try to be better, I have low empathy and may say something blunt that might come rude, I'm hateful and strong about my opinion on things in media. I just want for this situation to just stop, I won't post my takes anymore if people just stop treating me like a monster, when I'm just mean-spirited but didn't outright harrass or attack anyone.

[derangedfujoshi]

For the ask game i'd honestly say all of them because i am curious but that's too much so.... 5 of them to your liking, for genshin impact! (o ) w (o )

You said it would've been too much but I'm nothing if a YAPPER and a little HATER! So here we GO! (The girlies aren't gonna like this one so I'm not tagging it lmao)

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Oh god, like, half of them? I could go with Aether and how ppl decided he was "the dumb labrador" sibling of the two, or with the uwufication of Scaramouche, or how they turned Ei into a fucking idiot. Honestly wherever you turn there's mischaracterization, but personally I hate the uwufication of Scara the most annoying because it completely erases all of his character and growth, all of his nuances and it's the bane of my existence, ESPECIALLY the "mommy issues" part I hate it I hate it I hate it he calls her ""mother"" ONCE and it was as in "creator" HE DOES NOT THINK OF HER AS HIS MOTHER, SHE NEVER THOUGHT OF HIM AS A SON HE WAS A DEFECTIVE PROTOTYPE DIE DIE DIE DIE

So anyway I hate all Genshin mischaracterization the same amount!

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

I don't go there (the fandom) so idk and I'm cool with that

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

WAY too many but the top two are Ei/Miko and Alhaitham/Kaveh. First one I just see them as very good friends, friendship exists and if we really want to be nitpicky Yae was closer to Makoto than Ei when she was alive sooo... My heavy dislike is a good 60% fandom-born tho, their shippers were simply VILE on twt, calling everyone who didn't like the ship "lesbophobes" even lesbians (me) so like, yeah no.

As for the second one I just ✨detest✨ the constantly bickering dynamic, it downright triggers me due to my ✨past toxic relationship✨ so I tend to avoid them in general. In this case I also find them... Like bland ass chicken, there's literally nothing going on there and if ANYTHING all the iterations I've seen have Kaveh as the butt of the joke. Bro don't even get me STARTED on how Kaveh got stripped of his entire personality to be "Alhaitham's hysterical wife", did you know that if you go into the Kaveh tag on Tumblr you'll mostly find ship posts? I have the tag blocked and the few times I tried to look up fanarts of Kaveh I had to scroll SO long in between posts. It's like he can't even fucking exist outside that goddamn ship and it PISSED ME OFF! Not to mention I heavily dislike the Genshin fandom tendencies to insta ship the New Mation Assigned Tall Male Models together as soon as they get leaked. Don't get me started on that or the enforced gender roles on this ship. Let's move on. Other popular ships I don't like are: Zhongli/Tartaglia (I was lied by the fandom, they barely interacted yall on some delulu shit), Cyno/Tighnari (yawing, also laughing at the antis shipping them that got uno reversed with the We Are Like Brothers), Chongyun/Xingqiu (boooooriiiing), Kazuha/Scaramouche (get out.).

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I don't wanna rant, I really don't uughh so I'll try to sum it up. Scara doesn't have mummy issues, he wasn't even "alive" when she was working on him, yes he got tricked by Dottore but ultimately the choice of joining the Fatui was his "cause they look fun lolz", he showed NO OUNCE of regret for all the war crimes and yes he is soft to kids and critters and old folks and he is trying to not be evil but he is NOT lawful good nor will he ever be, he's chaotic neutral on a good day and on a Fatui killing spree on a bad one Genshin fandom learn about fully rounded characters challenge failed spectacularly.

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

Tartaglia. He's... He's not, he's Just A Dude like literally just an average bishie ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

Honestly in this fandom everyone gets lusted over so honestly idk mmhh.... Maybe the monsters? Like there's nearly not enough porn of the monsters besides Hilichurls whichare great, mind you, but there's SO much more out there like CMON!

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

*with my full chest* THE DORI HATE MUST END! IT MUST!! OK SHE LOVES MONEY AND CAPITALISM BLAH BLAH HAVE YOU CONSIDERED SHE GOT MONEY OBSESSED DUE TO HER SISTER BEING BEDRIDDEN BY ILLNESS CAUSE THEY GOT NO MONEY FOR MEDICINE OR DOCTORS AND THAT DORI DOES USE HER WEALTH FOR GOOD? THE ENTIRETY OF THE KSHAHREWAR DARSHAN (Kaveh's Academia Branch) IS KEPT ALIVE BY H E R MONEY! SHE'S ONE OF THE FIRST TO INVEST INTO THE DESERT'S REDEVELOPMENT! YES OK MONEY EEEEEVIL BUT SHE LEGIT USES THEM FOR GOOD SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

The Archons. Just the Archons. Definitely Zhongli, Venti and Ei. They're deities, of course they have blood on their hands, we KNOW they do.

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

That it's actually good; that its gacha system is the fairest of all; that they didn't HAVE to gift us anything because you simply need to play the goddamn game to be able to get shit; that meta is the devil whispering to you and sucking up all the fun and whimsy out of your gaming experience because it's making you turn a game with no in-built competitiveness into a fucking competitive game AND that if you hate it so much you should just drop it and go play something else OH wait, you won't because there is no other free to play game on the same level as Genshin and deep down you know it, you know it's at the same level of a TripleA game WITHOUT having to fork our 100 bucks and you're prissy about it.

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Despite my personal preferences I do firmly believe that all Genshin characters have merit and deserve to stay in the game it would be Childe of course axe the redheaded twink JUST KIDDING! It would be funny tho to watch his diehard fans combust like, remember when it was rumoured he was gonna DIE in Fontaine?? Shit was mad funny to watch as a non Tarta stan, but also I have some great friends who love him and I wouldn't do that to them so yeah, he can stay.... For now👀

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

I firstly read this as "popular" and gushed over Itto/Gorou but let's SCRATCH that let me TELL YOU ABOUT EI/SARA! *grabs you by the shoulders* The little tengu almost dying and being saved by her Archon? The UNDYING DEVOTION?? THE BLIND TRUST?? THE SERVITUDE??? THE FANGIRLING????? THE SHOGUN AND HER GENERAL THEY MAKE ME GO FERAAAAAAL THEY DON'T DESERVE TO BE SO UNPOPULAR GGRRRRRRRR

📖: If you had to remove one book from the series, which would you choose?

There's no book in Genshin and I wouldn't remove a single quest byeeee

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

I don't really know? Like, I personally have a bone to pick every time a femboy gets hc as transmasc because my god it rubs my own gender identity the wrong way but I overall act upon the "don't like don't read" so I just move on with my life, yall can do whatever hOWEVER if I can be nitpicky for a second here... Scaramouche can't be trans in the canon of the game. Yae tells us that he was built by Ei as a prototype for her Shogun doll so people took that and ran saying "oh well Ei is a woman so she must have made her dolls as hwr image" WRONG they were just dolls and he was an early stage too, he so wasn't given any gendered detail so NO he doesn't have boobs or a fucking vagina ha had NOTHING down there he was a fucking MANNEQUIN! Can his story be read as trans allegory, especially given the whole dying and beinf reborn and given a new name? Yes absolutely but is he, in canon, ftm? NO! Do whatever in your AUs but man it irks me when people just blindly disrespect canon, especially such a cool one like UGH

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

Shit I forgot about this one EDIT uuhh hopefully no one honestly 😭

Ask me an unpopular opinion

[smol-grey-tea]

I keep fucking avoiding making this post cuz bullshit keeps getting in the way but I have to get this off my chest n I'd rather put it on Tumblr than in a diary cuz other ppl might be able to help or relate to this

Also idk how to word it

Pls be warned that I'm discussing heavy topics, involving ocd, intrusive thoughts and suicidal ideation

Idk if I do have ocd. Madd is like a subtype of it, like an addiction, but addiction is also kind of a type of ocd.. Or vice versa? Well

I always thought it was just that tho. But lately I was thinking about if I do have intrusive thoughts. Idk if they do actually count as intrusive thoughts or not, but this is what I'm experiencing - imagining bad scenarios in my head, sometimes too vividly. But it's not like I'm imagining it on purpose, it just happens automatically when triggered

I always thought that the only types of those I had were involving friends or something. Two different kinds of those. One, where my friend tells me I've done something wrong (he has a lot of food issues, so I especially worry that I cook food for him wrong) and two, where I get the notification of him sending a message, and my mind instantly jumps to telling me that the message he's sent me is about not being happy with me/wanting to be friends with me anymore

The thing that got me thinking about these things more seriously is the one that's scarily caught my attention. When near moving cars, even if they're just passing, but especially if they almost crash, my brain will imagine the bloody scenario of the car crashing into me or mine.

This sticks out to me.. Cuz I can't remember if I've had this thought for a long time, or if I started having it after the day I was contemplating swerving into oncoming traffic on my bike.

I rly don't specifically remember having this thought before then. I might have, but it would make a lot of sense if this thought was caused by the aforementioned one.

Another thing to be pointed out is a mild issue I have with sleep. If I see someone asleep, I worry they're not actually asleep, but are dead. Especially my cat. Cuz my cat can't speak to tell me that he feels poorly, animals could just pass away in their sleep.. This is why I find snoring more relieving than annoying. I don't have to specifically look for the rise n fall of your chest. I can already hear that you're alive

Another one I noticed, tho I've only noticed it maybe once, was that when I was calling someone once and they didn't pick up, my immediate thought was that they'd been in a car accident and were even potentially dead, and that's why they weren't picking up

These do kinda sound like intrusive thoughts/obsessions now that I've written them down. But I was unsure, because these don't cause me to carry out any compulsions to try n prevent the scenario. And they don't cause me immense stress, they're just kind of...there? They're not things that I think about when my brain doesn't trigger them

Oh and yeah, idk how much this means, but I do have a mild fear of bathrooms, especially public bathrooms, and used to have a thing where I would lock, unlock, lock, unlock, lock my friend's bathroom door, but stopped myself upon realising that ppl could hear it. I still have frequent nightmares about bathrooms, they're the most common bad dream I have

Possibly it's a very very very mild sort of ocd. I hope that anyone who can relate could lend their own experiences in this ^^ it would be much appreciated!!! ^^

[genshinluvr]

Sleepless Night in Mondstadt

Pairings: Venti x reader

Summary: You have trouble with falling asleep, so Venti finds the perfect solution to help you fall asleep.

Note: This is a short fanfic since there's not really a plot to the story itself other than the reader not being able to fall asleep. It's shorter than the majority of my fanfics, and it's a fluffy-ish fanfic! A perfect fanfiction to post before posting an angsty Isekai'd!Reader fanfic this Saturday 💀 For those who are new and those who are returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else except on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9k

It was eleven o’clock in the evening, the clock was ticking, and you had yet to have fallen asleep. You lay there, in your and Venti’s shared bed, wide awake. Every time you try to switch to a much more comfortable position, you can’t fall asleep. Whether you lay on your back, on your side, or curled up in a fetal position, you still couldn’t fall asleep. You let out a frustrated sigh before sitting up on the bed. You’re exhausted, and your eyelids feel really heavy, and yet somehow, you’re having trouble falling asleep.

“Maybe I should sleep without a blanket.” You whisper to yourself, kicking the duvet off your body before laying on your side. You closed your eyes and tucked your left arm underneath your pillow. Your eyelids snap open before staring into the darkness that is your and Venti’s bedroom, still unable to fall asleep. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you turn to lay on your right side, hoping to drift off to sleep. Alas, you have failed to fall asleep, thus causing you to sit up on your bed before rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep at all.” You grumbled. 

You looked over at Venti’s side of the bed, only to see that it was completely empty. Oh, right, you completely forgot that tonight was the night where Venti would go out to Angel’s Share with Kaeya and Rosaria to drink. Venti wanted you to join him, Kaeya, and Rosaria, but you declined the offer because you wanted to get some sleep before your early bird shift at Cat’s Tail. You got out of your and Venti’s shared bed before walking to the living room, feeling the cool breeze hitting you like a ton of bricks. You closed your eyes and let the cool air embrace you before collapsing down on the couch, resting your head on the cushion, waiting for sleep to finally take over you.

Instead of drifting off to sleep, you continued to stare into the darkness that is your living room, unable to fall asleep yet again. You groaned and covered your face with your hands, rubbing your temples with an annoyed sigh. Maybe you should stop by to visit Albedo and ask him if he could make something that’ll help you sleep at night. You glanced over at the clock, only to see that it was thirty minutes till midnight. You were about to get up from the couch to look for Venti when the front door of your house opened, revealing your boyfriend entering the house.

“Oh, Windblume! You’re still awake?” Venti asks, taking his shoes off at the entrance before flipping on the switch.

“Yes, unfortunately, I’m still awake.” You sighed, slowly getting up from the couch and giving him a tired smile. “How was your hangout with Kaeya and Rosaria at the tavern? Did anything interesting happen?” You ask.

“Eh, it was fine! I was going to get a drink or two, but Master Diluc wouldn’t let me because of the unpaid tabs.” Venti laughs nervously before walking over to where you stood. “A-Anywho! How come you’re still awake? You didn’t stay up to wait for me to return, did you?” Venti asks, looking at you worriedly.

You gave him a small smile before shaking your head, “No, I didn’t stay up late to wait for you to come back. I was having trouble with falling asleep, that’s all.” You said softly.

“Oh? Trouble with sleeping, you say?” He strokes his chin while humming softly to himself. “Well, how about you head off to bed, and I’ll be there in a moment? I need to get ready for bed, and I’ll meet you in our bedroom!” Venti suggested, giving you a gentle smile.

You smile and nod your head, “Alright, I’ll wait for you in our bedroom.” You said. Venti smiles widely before leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your cheeks before walking to the bathroom. You walked over to the light switch near the entrance of your house and switched off the lights before walking back to your and Venti’s shared bedroom. You hear the shower turn on and the faint sound of Venti humming to himself while he washes himself. You collapsed on your and Venti’s shared bed, grunting while trying to find a comfortable position to lay in bed. You pull the blanket up to your chin and close your eyes, hoping that the sound of the shower running and the sound of Venti humming in the bathroom will lull you to sleep. 

A couple of minutes had passed by, and you felt the left side of the bed dip; you cracked your eyes open and saw Venti lay down on his side of the bed, getting comfortable before stretching his arms in the air. Venti turns to you and gives you a small smile; he reaches out and strokes your cheek with his thumb, and a tiny smile appears on his face.

“Maybe you need me by your side to help you fall asleep,” Venti whispers teasingly before lightly booping your nose with a cheeky smile on his face. “Goodnight, Windblume! I love you!” He sings softly, leaning over to press a kiss on your forehead.

You smile and snuggle up against him, “Goodnight, my love. I love you too.” You whisper, leaning up to press a kiss on his jaws before wrapping your arms around his waist. You rest your head against the crook of Venti’s neck, closing your eyes. Venti was about to drift off to sleep when he felt you pull away from him before adjusting your position in bed many times. He hears you let out a frustrated sigh before moving around again. 

Venti cracks his eyes open before looking over at you curiously, “Still can’t sleep?” He asks softly.

You frowned and shook your head, “No.” You sit up on your and Venti’s bed before burying your face into the palm of your hands. “I’m exhausted, but for some reason, I can’t get myself to fall asleep no matter how tired I am.” You said, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hands.

“I have an idea on how we can get you to fall asleep!” Venti says, sitting up on the bed before motioning you to follow him. You look at Venti curiously before slowly getting up from the bed and following him to wherever he is leading you.

“Wait, we’re leaving the house?” You ask, watching your boyfriend put on his shoes before turning towards you and holding his left hand out for you to take.

“Yes, yes we are!” Venti chirps, smiling at you sweetly while waiting for you to take his hand and put on your shoes.

You hesitated for a moment before taking his hands and slipping on your sandals. Venti smiles gleefully before pulling you out of the house and shutting the door behind him. Before you could say anything, Venti pulls you into his arms, carrying you bridal style while walking over to the nearest waypoint. About a minute later, the two of you arrived at Windrise, the cool breeze blowing in your face as Venti sets you down. 

You look at Venti quizzically, “Why are we at Windrise?” You ask. Venti smiles widely before gesturing you to follow after him, his lyre materializing in his hands as he walks towards the massive oak tree in the middle of Windrise.

“You said you couldn’t sleep, so I have something in mind that’ll hopefully help you fall asleep!” Venti says, holding his right hand out for you to take while walking a few paces ahead of you. You quicken your pace to catch up to Venti and grab onto his hands, letting him lead the way. Venti stops at the base of the tree before humming to himself, tapping on his cheek with his left index finger after his lyre dissipates from his hand. Without a second thought, Venti pulls you into his arms by the waist before looking down at you with a smile on his face.

“Brace yourself and hold on to me tightly, Windblume. We wouldn’t want you to fall and get hurt, now do we?” Venti says, leaning down to press a quick kiss on your cheeks. You turned around to face Venti and wrapped your arms around his neck, and buried your face into the crook of his neck. You hear a chuckle coming from Venti; you and Venti were suddenly airborne, causing you to choke out a gasp, tightening your arms around his neck. Venti lands gracefully on the highest part of the tree before sitting down with you on his lap.

“We can just relax on here, and maybe you’ll be able to fall asleep!” Venti says, kissing the top of your head with a smile on his face. You peeked from Venti’s neck and snuggled up to him with your back pressed against his chest, head resting on his shoulders.

You let out a faint exhale, “What if I’m not able to fall asleep?” You inquire, turning your head to look up at Venti with a small frown. “I have to work in a few hours for Cat’s Tail, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get enough sleep before coming into work.” You added, playing with his nimble fingers. 

Venti hums thoughtfully, “Then I will accompany you to work!” Venti states happily, leaning down to press another kiss on your cheeks.

You snorted, “Honey, no! You’re allergic to cats, remember? You’ll have a sneezing fit when you’re around the cats.” You sigh softly, lacing your fingers with his before closing your eyes.

“Ehe, anything to be with my muse and sunshine.” Venti coos, nuzzling the tip of his nose against your neck. You squeaked and snorted out a burst of laughter, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth.

“Honey! You know I’m ticklish!” You squeaked, face scrunching up as he continued to bury his face into your neck while peppering kisses all over your neck, jaws, and face. “Hey! I should be the one to be able to spoil you with kisses too!” You grumbled, pulling away from his grasp before straddling his hips. 

You grabbed his face with both of your hands before peppering his face with kisses. Venti smiles widely and wraps his arms around your waist, puckering his lips while tilting his head up. You stared down at his pink lips before poking them lightly. Venti stares at you expectantly, waiting for you to kiss him. You smiled and pressed your lips against his before pulling away.

“As much as I would love to kiss you more, I really need some sleep.” You pouted, getting off of Venti before resting your back against his chest. Venti strokes your hair before his lyre materializes in his hands, lightly plucking the instrument.

“Maybe a few songs can help you sleep?” Venti suggested. You hummed and closed your eyes, resting your head on Venti’s chest while listening to him play the lyre and his heart beating against his chest. Venti starts to sway in his spot, almost rocking you to sleep. You feel yourself becoming drowsier and drowsier, your eyelids becoming heavy, your body relaxing in Venti’s arms. The soft breeze, the sound of the lyre being plucked, and the sound of Venti humming into your ears lull you to sleep. 

The last thing you hear is, “Sweet dreams, Windblume. I’ll meet you in your dreams. I love you.” Before feeling a kiss on the top of your head right when you drift off to sleep on the massive oak tree in Windrise nestled in Venti’s arms while he plays the lyre.

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Hi! I heard something in class today that sounded absolutely wild, and it wasn't said by an individual that I have any trust in regards to mental health etc (they literally said that adhd is contagious which uh. not getting into that krkskdje), but I thought I'd ask around in case there's any truth to it since I don't know nearly enough abt tourettes to say for certain its untrue. Basically, they said that their psychology student friend did a research paper and found that seeing tik toks of people with tourettes can make kids (I believe the psychology student's study group was 7 yos or something around there) get tourettes too. Now, I believe that tics can be "contagious" (like stims) aka u have tourettes and can then get a new tic from another person w tourettes, but nothing in their claim said that these kids previously had tourettes, just that they got it from tiktok. Do u know anything abt this? Is it completely ridiculous or have you ever heard anything abt this happening? No problem if you don't know or arent sure, its a pretty out-there idea (from my perspective), and I hope it isn't a horribly annoying q. Have a nice day!

I've answered this question multiple times but Tumblr search sucks and I can't find any of the posts. So even though I hate talking about this topic I'll do it again.

(My answer is really long. Some text is bolded, not for emphasis but to make long paragraphs easier to read.)

The whole "TikTok tics" thing has completely torn the TS community apart with infighting (you can read more of my opinions on that here). My own neurologist is one of the leading doctors studying the phenomena, and trying to convince people to stop calling them "TikTok tics" and use the term Functional Tic-like Behaviors (FTLBs) instead.

I want to start by saying anyone who has sudden-onset tics, or tic-like behaviors, needs to see a doctor as soon as possible. There are many cases where sudden-onset tics are a result of untreated brain injury, heavy metal poisoning, and severe nutritional deficiencies. Tourette Syndrome is far from being the only disorder that causes tics.

Most of my followers know that I dislike TikTok. At the same time, whether a person with TS wants to post videos about their life on the platform, is none of my business. I am very grateful to people that are spreading accurate information and awareness about TS to people that otherwise wouldn't care. I do believe that despite many creators' best efforts, negative stereotypes are starting to arise again- some that I've never even heard of. The "all Tourettics say swear words" stereotype is as prevalent as ever, but so is the "if a Tourettic says swear words they're faking" stereotype. I've even heard "real people with TS can't hold eggs or read books out loud or cook" stereotypes which are completely new to me. TS is never one size fits all. It's different for everybody.

What I do dislike about TS related videos on TikTok is that many of them go back to seeing us as entertainment. I have always struggled with being seen as a spectacle, I have very strong trust issues because of this. I know even some of my dearest friends think my tics are entertaining, which, I don't want to blame them for that, some of my tics can be funny, but TS itself isn't. People with TS are not clowns, we are not performers, we are not here to entertain anybody.

I don't think that TikTok causes Tourette Syndrome, because TS is never contagious, it's a defect in the brain that we are born with. I believe that this issue is very complicated and influenced by a number of factors. Nearly all of the people who are developing FTLBs are young women or transgender individuals who already face misogyny and transphobia, which both often incorporate the belief that young women/transgender individuals will constantly lie in order to gain attention. In addition to that almost all of them already suffer from severe mental health issues- depression, social anxiety, eating disorders, and body dysmorphia mostly. Because of quarantine and the pandemic, more and more people went online more often.

Humans are social animals. We all feel a need to be in groups. I believe a major part of this issue is that young people especially are figuring themselves out and need to feel a sense of belonging. If a person's "For you" is nothing but videos of people within a certain group (not even just medical communities, but goths, emos, metalheads, and other fashion- or music-based subcultures are experiencing this), you will feel left out. I'm absolutely not saying that this is the fault of the people watching or creating these videos, I'm blaming it on the exploitative algorithms that TikTok and other social media websites use to funnel users into generally obscure niches. Many industries thrive on the consumers' feeling of being left out so this method works very well and makes money for the platform.

I would highly suggest reading this article that goes more in-depth to the causes of "TikTok tics". Social media is far from being the primary cause. This isn't the first time we've had a "Tourette's outbreak" either, and it probably won't be the last.

To answer your question of "have you ever heard of this happening", yes, unfortunately I have first hand experience. My ex-girlfriend claimed she suddenly caught Tourette's from me and now has a TikTok account where she spreads misinformation "awareness" about Tourette Syndrome. She would write down my vocal tics in a notebook whenever we were around, claiming she just thought "they're so funny I want to remember them", and then would go home and film TikToks pretending to have the same tics she'd written down beforehand. She's a terrible person for many reasons and I could probably spend some time talking more about her but I know nobody is interested in that.

What's most important is that anybody with tics, anybody with TS, anybody with FTLBs, still deserve support and proper medical care. At the end of the day this is far from being an individual issue. It's shown some major flaws in the (American) healthcare system, that doctors are so quick to dismiss and ignore the real suffering of young women and transgender individuals. Every single person with tics is impacted by this issue (directly or not). Accusations of faking are at an all-time high, and it's getting harder and harder for me and many other Tourettics to trust people (again, see this post). I have friends and people close to me, diagnosed with TS, who are being accused of faking by their own doctors, and are having their diagnoses under review. In 2021 (which I consider the height of this frenzy) I went to the #1 TS specialist in my country after being on the waitlist for 3+ years, and even she questioned my diagnosis and told me that I would be cured if I deleted my (non-existent) TikTok account.

Just a week ago a young man with TS who was very popular on TikTok died as a result of a tic. For years he had struggled with TS and for years people had accused him of faking. TS is serious. It's not a trend.

Every single person deserves compassion. Every person deserves a chance to be believed, to be listened to (even my ex). Nobody deserves to have their legitimate concerns shunned and ignored, especially by medical professionals. Whether someone has FTLBs, Tourette's, PANS/PANDAS, FND, or any tic-causing disorder, we deserve help. We deserve our experience to be heard. We deserve to be believed.

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Hi! Idk if u have done this headcanon for any character ( or the character I requested) but could do one where the reader is hawks’ lil sis? I always thought that hawks would be a overprotective big brother. I’m sorry if u closed requests a few days before I sent it. I’m new to Tumblr and it drives me crazy so I’m not able to view many posts. Hope u have a great day!

This is a little all over the place lol! But I tried to cover what I could think of. Hope you like it!!!

MHA Masterlist Main Masterlist

Older Brother Traits - Hawks x Sister!Reader

Being the little sister of the Number 2 Pro Hero Hawks is an adventure in itself. The constant fear of him being hurt or even worse always laid heavy on your back. Although he did have a good way of comforting you. There was also the constant being in the spotlight…or so you would think.

First of all, Keigo basically raised you. You don’t remember much about your parents but from what Keigo tells you, that’s for the best. For a while it was hard on the both of you. He tried his best though and you wouldn’t have changed a thing. Your brother was your hero while you are his little hatchling.

Your quirk was like Keigo’s. You had wings but there are definite differences between you two. One being that your wings are completely different in coloring. Yours are pink, gold, blue, and purple ombre. Another difference is that instead of being able to detach you your feathers, yours are basically indestructible. Bulletproof, blade resistant, etc. Soft to the touch but strong as metal. And they’re retractable. (Hawks is jealous of that bit.) They call your quirk Wings of Protection.

(Yes , I used the wings of Nephthys from the movie Gods of Egypt as a reference. LOL, don't kill me, I love them!)

So all that being said, it was not a surprise that you got in Class 1-A of UA. You got in on recommendation which people who don’t know who you are, are curious about. You wondered a lot if it had more to do with the HPSC making it happen. At first, Keigo was stoked for you and immensely proud. It was halfway short lived because of the USJ incident. He got really worried about you. Enough that he was home before you that day when he normally isn’t home ‘til the evening (if he comes home at all).

After that, he hovered like a mother hen. He would always call you as soon as school was supposed to be out. He would send you texts throughout the day, checking in. He even went as far to stop by the school discreetly sometime. You know just being completely overprotective, over-bearing, and annoying. At one point he even was hesitant to let you participate in the Sports Festival. That is when you had enough and confronted him. He finally relented.

Otherwisssseeeee, everyone knows Hawks very laid back and carefree yet serious when the time needs it and it’s the same with his older brother duties. He is not very strict at all. The only things he has a firmer hand over is going out at night (cause you know, dangerous villains come out at night), going to the sketchier parts of the city, and asking him too much about his missions. After you got in UA, those rules went out the window much to Hawks pouting dismay. Well, you still aren’t allowed to ask much about his missions but okay.

Hawks barely ever gets mad at you, he barely brings work stress home with him, and overall he is a loving, overprotective (as you read before), and fun brother. There were a few times where he would have to be the mean guy but that was mostly when you did stupid stuff as a kid. Until the Kamino incident. You had went with Midoriya, Kirishima, and the others when they went to save Bakugo. He blew up when you got home and grounded you for ‘the rest of your life’. He, just like other parents/family of your classmates almost didn’t let you got to the dorms. That is until he got his head clear and started thinking about the fact that it would be the safest place in the world for you. Even more safe then there with him.

There was only a handful of people that knew you are the little sister of Hawks considering no one knew his real name. Like Nezu and Aizawa, Endeavor, and unfortunately, Hawks handlers at the HPSC. You hated them for how controlling and demeaning they could be and you got mad at Keigo for letting it happen.

As it is stated before, only a few people knew you are the younger sister of Hawks. So the rest of Class 1-A had no clue. That was until one night while everyone was in the common room, a live news report came on about your brother going against a villain. It didn’t end well. Hawks was majorly hurt before the villain was detained. Hurt enough, he didn’t get up. You broke down crying and screaming, all the worry and fear came crashing down on you. If Aizawa wasn’t there to stop you, you would have flown off in the next second.

Confusion was heavy in the dorms as Aizawa escorted you to the hospital that Hawks was at. It was a while before Aizawa came back without you. All Might had shown up in the meantime. Aizawa revealed the truth about your relationship with the Winged Hero. Everyone was shocked, even Tokoyami who was interning under Hawks had no idea.

After that day, the class didn’t treat you much different beyond the ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ or the ‘Is Hawks going to be okay?’ and ‘Are you alright?’ ‘Do you need a hug?’ The last one came from Kiri and Mina. Thankful that they weren’t treating you different and they didn’t ask you to explain anything, you were able to relax for the first time over twelve hours. It helped to that you weren’t the only child in relation to the top 5 Pro’s.

In the next week or two, it was your turn to be the annoying, overbearing, and overreacting one. Since you are the only kin to Hawks, you were given the time off school, with the understanding of doing class work at home, to take care of your brother while he was down. Since it was just you and your brother for the longest time, you did know how to take care of yourself and others. Ever since Keigo had hit it big time in the Pro Hero Rankings, he started being there less and coming home injured a lot more. So he made sure you knew what to do.

As you get older and grow into a woman and a hero, he never stops being the overprotective, loving brother he always has been. Even as you graduate and go on to actual sidekick work, even as you go on to be a legitimate Pro, and rise in the ranks next to your friends and eventually passing him, he’ll never stop being there and proud. You still come to him if you ever need a hero and he still can rely on you to be his little hatchling.

[avnkin]

Shake On It [ 2 ]

Author’s note: I was really in my harry feels whilst writing this so sorry about that lmao also I proofread this so many times and it still SUCKS ASS. I posted this entire thing earlier from my phone but tumblr deleted everything except the title so yeah I’m sorry if there aren’t italics and bolds on some of the words where they should be but i’m just to lazy to go through the entire thing and find them all again, maybe i’ll do it later but who knows. I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters they are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling. (not my gif)

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader / Platonic!Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, foul language, asshole!draco and daddy issues lol

This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the HP storyline for example Voldemort hasn’t returned but still exists so little from Harry’s history changes but Dumbledore’s still alive.

After yours and Draco’s interaction the other night you’d strongly begun reconsidering his offer to accompany him to the ball, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought, I mean what’s the worst that could happen? So many things your anxiety was quick to answer, the most important one being that Harry and Ron would probably never speak to you again.

“Y/N are you even listening to me?” Hermione’s voice snapped you out of your trance, her blurry hand waving in front of your face, you quickly began blinking in an attempt to bring your surroundings back into focus, “sorry” you then muttered sending her an apologetic smile before gesturing for her to continue with whatever she’d been talking about.

“As I was saying, I need a cute date for the ball, who do you think will annoy Ron the most?” you were about to answer when a voice from behind you beat you to it.

“Annoy who the most?”

You rolled your eyes having a pretty clear idea of who it was, you reluctantly turned around your eyes immediately locking onto Draco’s who stood there in all his glory a smug smile plastered onto his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Excuse me who invited you to this conversation?” you retorted before turning back to Hermione who had an amused grin on her face causing you to lightly kick her from underneath the table, you didn’t want Draco putting two and two together and realizing you’d talked about him with Hermione.

“I was just wondering if you’d changed your mind about going with me to the ball” Draco cajoled causing your eyes to widen realizing you still hadn’t told Hermione about the fact he’d asked you in the first place.

You sent Hermione an an ‘i’ll tell you later’ look before twisting your body to face Draco’s who now had his hands placed in his robe pockets, his self assurance radiating off of him despite the fact you’d rejected him only days before, the boy had clearly never been told ‘no’ his entire life.

“No and I won’t be, so run along” you stated before making a shooing gesture with your hand which only seemed to have the opposite effect you’d intended it too, since he began to take a few steps forward, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“Yes you will” he stated matter of factly and it took all self control you had not to smack him right across the face, who did he think he was?

“Is it really that hard to get it into that tiny little brain of yours that there are girls alive who don’t like you” you practically growled missing how Hermione’s attention had drifted away from the scene unfolding before her and to the two figures who had begun making their way towards you.

“Yes because there aren’t an-”

“Malfoy find someone else to bother can’t you see she’s not interested” Harry cut him off as him and Ron now fully came into view, the two of them standing tall behind Draco whose attention had now shifted from you to them.

“Oh look who it is, dumb and dumber” chortles could be heard from the Slytherin table at Draco’s words causing you to roll your eyes, it was pathetic how they would lick up every single thing he did.

“Offers still there Y/L/N” Draco turned to you before he slowly started to ascend back towards the Slytherin table where he was greeted with numerous pats on the back as he squeezed himself in between Crabbe and Goyle.

“What a slimy git” Ron huffed as he took the seat next to yours, immediately beginning to scoop all the food in view onto his plate.

“What did he want anyways?” Harry asked resting his elbows on the wooden house table as he sat down opposite you.

“He asked if I wanted to go to the ball with him” you feigned disgust as you shook your head, hoping he would drop the subject, you’d never been a good liar and if anyone could see through you it would surely be your best friend.

“Just tell him you’re going with me if he asks again, then he’ll leave you alone” Harry suggested, Ron nodding along with him as he stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth.

“Yeah- yeah ‘course thank you Harry” you scratched the back of your head cringing at the obvious hint of disappointment lingering in your words which thankfully no one but Hermione seemed to notice since she reached her hand out across the table and laid it gently atop of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You gave her a small smile before your eyes began dancing around the Great Hall somehow coming to a halt on Draco’s figure, he had his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he engaged in conversation with Blaise.

No one could say that Draco Malfoy wasn’t handsome, rude and a prat? Sure, but unattractive no. He was the only boy you’d ever seen who was able to pull of such a hair color and as your eyes travelled along his sharp jawline up to his chiseled cheekbones you felt the uncontrollable feeling of heat rush up to your face as his eyes met yours.

He sent you a wink before turning back around, you mirroring his actions the feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach slowly melting away as you pushed any remaining thoughts of him aside.

-

The ball was only a few days from now and you and Hermione had decided to take a trip down to Hogsmeade in an attempt to shop for dresses, not wanting to repeat what had happened last year when you both had made the mistake of trusting your parents with your attires, the dresses they’d choosen had arrived the same night as the ball and you had been forced to show up in matching bright pink gowns since it had been too late to go and buy new ones. You’d been the laughing stocks off the school for a couple months after that, never again.

You cringed at the memory that would surely be edged into your mind forever but as you pushed open the wooden door that led into Gladrags Wizardwear you found yourself entranced with all the beautiful dresses littered around the shop.

“Have you decided who you’re gonna go to the ball with?” Hermione hummed as her fingers trailed over a blue gown that hung along with hundreds of others at the front of the store.

“Yeah I think I’m just gonna go with Harry, I don’t want to risk my friendship with either him or Ron by going with Draco” you sighed not feeling the need to hide your disappointment in front of her.

“I get that but if you really do like Malfoy you should just ease Harry and Ron into the idea of you two being together” Hermione shrugged in response before removing the dress she’d been looking at from its hanger and placing it into her arms as you continued browsing.

“How am I supposed to do that you know how much they hate him” you sighed as you lightly dragged your hand over the multiple fabrics that hung on the clothing rag next to you.

“You could dance with him at the ball” Hermione suggested, you nodded silently in agreement before coming to an abrupt halt as a certain dress caught your eye. It was champagne colored and made out of silk with a thigh high split running down the side of it, not the type of dress you’d usually go for but nevertheless you carefully placed it into your arms deciding their was no harm in seeing how it looked on you.

“Who are you going with?” you changed the subject not feeling like talking about Draco anymore, it was really killing your mood.

“Hero Finnigan asked me” your eyes widened at Hermione’s words. Hero Finnigan was in the year above you and was quite the heartthrob around school, he’d been known for having a new girl underneath his arm every week and it seemed that this time around it was going to be Hermione, much to your surprise.

“Please tell me you said yes, if anyone’s going to make Ron jealous it’s definitely him” you assured her, looping your arm with hers as you continued skimming through the store.

“Of course I said yes, I’m not that daft” she shook her head before continuing, “I don’t know though I-I guess I was just hoping that in the end Ron would ask me, but apparently he’s going with Lavender” her nose scrunched up at the mere mention of her name as she let out a heavy sigh.

Your heart ached for your best friend as you put an arm around her shoulder giving her a tight side hug, a subtle way of letting her know you were there for her no matter what.

“Enough about that let’s go try on our dresses and we can tell each other what we think” Hermione was obviously trying to distract herself but you didn’t feel like pressing the subject any further so you only nodded in agreement as you started searching for the changing rooms, it was a surprisingly big shop compared to how small it had appeared from the outside.

Once you’d finally found them at the far end of the shop you both entered separate rooms, simultaneously pulling the curtains shut shielding you from the watchful eyes of the other customers, although there weren’t that many.

You took one last look at the dress letting your fingers wander down the silky fabric before carefully removing it from its hanger and slipping your legs in between the opening.

Once you got it on, you weren’t able to reach the zipper on the back, no matter how hard you tried so you stealthily peeked your head out behind the curtain and seeing no one you began to make your way towards Hermione’s changing room hoping she could be of some assistance.

“Need some help with that?” a voice stopped you dead in your tracks, swiftly turning to see Draco standing there, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips as he took a step closer to you.

“Are you stalking me or something?” you shook your head, furrowing your brows once you noticed how his eyes weren’t meeting yours, instead they were trailing up and down your body, devouring every inch of you.

“Eyes up here Malfoy” you teased which made him finally look up at you, but instead of replying with a snide comment of his own he threw the suit he’d been holding onto a clothing rag nearby and slowly began to stride towards you.

You weren’t able to get a word out as he tenderly placed his ring clad fingers on top of your bare shoulders scanning your face for approval witch you granted by carefully nodding your head taking in a deep breath as you felt him begin to slowly turn you around.

You shivered once the cold metal wrapped around his fingers began to run down your arms, his fingertips then gently dancing down the small of your back in a painfully teasing manner.

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh as he took a step closer to you his lips ghosting over your ear as he began to pull the zipper upwards causing you to almost involuntarily lean into him. As soon as you did his scent consumed you, he smelled of expensive cologne and spearmint, even better than you could have ever imagined.

He stopped as the zip reached the bottom strands of your hair, he thought for a moment before he carefully wrapped his hand around your h/c locks, twisting them gently around his fingers before letting them fall over the side of your shoulder, the tips of his fingers ever so slightly running across the side of your neck as he moved them back down to where he’d stopped.

You gently tilted your head, closing your eyes in content once you felt his hot breath fan over your neck, you leaned your head back at the sensation resting it atop of Draco’s shoulder, shivering once you felt his lips ghost over the sweet spot just behind your ear, one of his arms finding your waist as the other continued to work its way up your back.

Once you heard the faint sound of the zipper click as it reached its closing you slowly opened your eyes feeling him take an impossible step closer to you, your behind now pressed into his front as he trailed his hands down to your hips.

“You clean up quite nice Y/L/N” he breathed out as he began running his hands up to your stomach before finally reaching your waist where they abruptly stopped so that he could turn you back around, you let out a gasp at the sudden forced movement your hands clinging onto his shoulders to prevent you from falling.

You opened your mouth but no words came out as you were consumed by the feeling of his fingers digging into your sides, his lips mere centimeters from yours you almost unknowingly began to lean in.

He mirrored your movements but just before your lips could meet someone cleared their throat from behind you causing you to jump away from him, frowning at the sudden loss of contact.

Once your eyes met Hermione’s you quickly cleared your throat acting as if nothing had (almost) happened, she raised an eyebrow obviously confused at the scene unfolding before her.

You turned back towards Draco who was looking at you almost expectantly, “I’m going with Harry to the ball” you suddenly felt the need to tell him, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea from the little moment you had just shared.

“Potter seriously?” Draco scoffed in return before making his way around you and Hermione, your eyes following his figure and as soon as he was completely out of sight you finally felt like you could breath again, staggering backwards into Hermione who quickly put her arms up to catch you.

“Oh I’m in trouble”

-

You’d decided to buy the dress you’d tried on in the store, even though every time you put it on you couldn’t shake away the feeling of Draco being pressed against you as his lips hovered dangerously close to your neck.... You shook your head in hopes that it would toss the memory out of your mind, you couldn’t be thinking about Draco right now, not when Harry was standing just outside the Gryffindor common room patiently waiting for you to get ready.

“Can you zip me up?” you turned your back to Hermione who quickly rushed to your side swiftly beginning to pull the zipper on the back of your dress upwards. As you closed your eyes you got momentary flashes off Draco’s ring clad fingers wrapped around your body and you tried with all your might to shake the tingling feeling you got away, but nothing seemed to be working.

“Okay do a little spin for me” you let out a laugh at Hermione’s words but nevertheless you began spinning around your dorm playfully, letting your hair fall across your shoulders as Hermione threw her head back in laughter.

“You look incredible” she complemented as you engulfed each other in tight hugs mentally preparing yourselves for the night ahead.

“Oh please, I’m nothing compared to you” you stated linking your arms together before the two of you began to make your way to your awaiting dates.

Once the door to the Gryffindor common room opened the first thing you saw was Harry engaged in conversation with Hero, you could tell by his uncomfortable shuffling that the exchange had been awkward causing you to let out a small giggle which captured the attention of the two boys.

Harry’s mouth hung open as he let his eyes wander all over you, from the thigh-high front split on the front of your dress to your flawless makeup and perfectly styled hair, he was speechless, if you two weren’t best friends he’d probably be tripping over his own two feet by now.

“Well this is certainly an upgrade from last year” Harry let out a teasing laugh as he bowed down to take your hand in his.

“Oh shut up” you feigned annoyance as you stood beside him, feeling goosebumps run up your arms as his hand came to rest on your lower back, leading the two of you towards the Great Hall.

“In all seriousness Y/N, you look amazing” Harry gushed as he pulled you into his side. An uncontrollable blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words as you let your head fall on his shoulder.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Potter” you teased, the two of you letting out simultaneous fits of laughter as you followed closely behind Hero and Hermione.

After a moment of silence Harry suddenly spoke out, “Ron was going to ask her you know” the two of you shared knowing glances at his words, it was so painfully obvious that your other two best friends were head over heels in love with each other but neither of them dared to make the first move, either to scared of being rejected or ruining their many years worth of friendship.

“Figures” you shrugged a comfortable silence overtaking you as you walked over to one of the many rows of couples stood in front of the entrance leading into the Great Hall.

As the doors begun to open you excitedly smiled up at Harry but before you were able to move forward another couple had harshly pushed their way in front of you and you were immediately able to identify the mob of platinum blond hair.

“Excuse me” you rolled your eyes causing the two of them to turn their heads towards you, you couldn’t hold in your scoff once you saw who he’d decided to bring, Pansy Parkinson of all the people in this bloody school.

“Don’t start anything Malfoy” Harry warned before either of them were able to get a word out, it looked like Pansy was going to throw a snide comment your way but stopped as soon as her eyes met Draco’s, she let out a huff before reluctantly turning back around.

“You look dashing” Draco complimented, you could feel Harry tense up beside you and you snaked an arm around his waist in an attempt to calm him down, the last thing you wanted was to cause a scene.

“Shouldn’t you be telling that to your date?” you retorted gesturing towards Pansy who seemed to be strangely quiet, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut no matter the circumstance, but you weren’t complaining.

Draco didn’t respond instead he just shrugged his shoulders before turning back around his arm slipping down towards Pansy’s lower back, you felt the inkling feeling of jealousy begin to form inside you but you forced yourself to push it away giving Harry’s bicep a reassuring squeeze knowing it had taken all his might not to hex Draco then and there.

As soon as Draco and Pansy had left you two be you quickly pulled Harry along with you into the hall so you wouldn’t get trampled by the entourage of students crowded behind you who were also squeezing their way through the double doors.

You intertwined your fingers with Harry’s as you took in your surroundings. It looked even better than last year, snow was falling from the starry black ceiling stopping just a few feet above you, mistletoe’s and every traditional Christmas decoration you could think of were littered all across the hall and instead of the usual house tables there were hundreds of smaller silver ones, each having it’s own floating candle above them.

Once you spotted a decent place to sit you tugged onto Harry’s arm gesturing for him to follow you towards the table your eyes were set on, somehow along the way you managed to spot Hermione and you threw your arm up gesturing for her hand Hero to come sit with you and Harry.

It wasn’t long until the chair beside you was being pulled from underneath the table and Hermione placed her self atop of it along with Hero, you happily greeted both of them but all joy inside you seemed to fade away once you noticed Ron and Lavender heading your way.

Oh please no

Ron placed a chaste kiss on Lavender’s cheek as he pointed towards your table.

Don’t sit here

Lavender eagerly began to nod following behind Ron as they inched closer and closer.

Anywhere but here

Despite your silent praying Ron was now pulling a chair out for Lavender before taking a seat himself and as soon as he did an awkward tension filled the air. You grabbed Hermione’s hand from underneath the table giving it a reassuring squeeze noticing how she’d tensed up once Lavender had bitterly greeted her.

“Whose this then?” Ron could be heard from the other end of the table, you rolled your eyes at his tone, how did Hermione not realize he was jealous hell even Hero seemed to notice it as his eyes uncomfortably shifted between Hermione’s angered expression and Ron’s annoyed one.

“Hero Finnigan, and you?” he reached his hand out over the table and for a split moment your eyes had widened thinking Ron was actually going to sit there and ignore him but thankfully the ginger haired boy reluctantly reached over the table and connected his hand with Hero’s.

“Ron, Ron Weasely”

“Weasely, eh? could have guessed, I’m good friends with your brothers” Hero attempted to make conversation but Ron didn’t seem all to keen on it only muttering a “whatever” underneath his breath causing you to kick him from underneath the table, you gave him a warning glance to which he replied by throwing a small ‘piss off’ in your direction.

Before you could begin to scold him for his rude behaviour Dumbledore’s voice tore throughout the Great Hall preventing you from doing so although you had a feeling that if it hadn’t had been him it probably would have been Harry.

“Welcome students to our annual Jingle Ball, may I say you all look wonderful tonight” Dumbledore gingerly smiled, his wand lightly pressed against the side of his neck as he gestured towards the numerous students all dressed in their finest attires.

“We’ll start the evening with a three course meal prepared by our lovely house elves” claps begun to sound around the Great Hall which you quickly joined in on, smiling brightly once you noticed the numerous elves clumsily standing up from their seats and waving at the students.

“Once you’ve finished eating a band will be preforming for us and I hope that you and your dates will be joining me and McGonagall on the dance floor” laughter sounded around the hall at the last part of his sentence but instead of joining in like you usually would you found yourself draining out all noise as your eyes met Draco’s.

He’d already been looking your way and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as his icy grey eyes burned through yours, you felt like there was some type of force drawing you to him and you couldn’t do anything about it, even though your head was screaming at you that shouldn’t be developing feelings for someone as arrogant and cruel as Draco Malfoy your heart seemed to be having trouble following.

-

Once everyone had finished eating you were eager to get away from your table, somehow Hero and Ron had begun a full blown argument which you and Hermione had to quickly shut down by asking Lavender to take Ron somewhere else until he’d calm down, that boy could not control his temper if his life depended on it.

You’d managed to cheer Hermione up after the entire ordeal telling her that she should focus on herself for once and have fun, thankfully she’d listened and you couldn’t help the giddy expression overtaking your facial features as you watched her and Hero sway together on the dance floor.

“Care to dance M’ lady” Harry merrily bowed down in front of you reaching his hand out towards yours, you placed a hand on your chest in feigned surprise before gently laying your hand in Harry’s palm.

“Why, I would be delighted to” you attempted a posh accent unable to contain the giggle that fell past your lips as you let Harry lead you to the dance floor.

As soon as his arm had wrapped around your waist and the other intertwined with your hand another slow song began playing, most of the students were still digesting their food so their weren’t many on the dance floor, it was only you and Harry, Hero and Hermione and about six other couples.

You leaned your head on Harry’s chest letting him slowly sway you to the soothing melody of the song. “You know I love you right?” Harry mumbled as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

“I love you too, silly” you brightly smiled up at him, you both knew there weren’t harbored feelings for the other hidden behind those three words so you had no trouble voicing it to each other.

You tightly wrapped your arms around his waist continuing to slowly move around the dance floor. You knew how hard his life had been leading up to this point, losing his family, Sirius, and then Cedric he always had the inkling fear that one day he’d lose you or Ron or Hermione so you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going anywhere.

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words and you knew you were saying everything you needed just by being there with him, it felt like hours that you’d stayed that way wrapped in each others arms but soon students begun to make their way to the dance floor so you and Harry decided to take a short break, heading hand in hand back towards your table.

-

Unbeknownst to you whilst you and Harry had been in your own world gently dancing with each other for all eyes to see, Draco had been enduring pure torture over at his table.

“I can’t believe she choose Potter over you”

“That’s gotta sting”

“How’s it feel being the second choice”

“Hope you’re ready to do my homework for the rest of the year”

Was all he had heard for the last hour as he’d watched you and Harry dance with one another. No matter the threats he threw their way and menacing looks they just wouldn’t stop, he felt as if his power of being crowned the Slytherin prince was slipping away from him, since in his world losing to someone like Harry Potter was as low as you could get.

Then and there Draco decided he wasn’t going to endure it anymore he was making his move tonight no matter the circumstance.

-

“You know Ginny’s been eyeing you all night” you wiggled your eyebrows nudging Harry’s shoulder who awkwardly began shifting in his seat as he mumbled a ‘really’ in response to which you nodded.

“Go ask her too dance!” you stood up so you could force him out of his seat along with you, you subtly pointed towards Ginny’s direction who had swiftly looked away as soon as her eyes had met Harry’s.

“But what about you?” Harry frowned realizing you didn’t have anyone to spend time with if he’d leave since both Hermione and Ron seemed to be preoccupied with their dates.

“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine! now go” you ushered him forward giving him a reassuring thumbs up as he began to walk towards her.

“You’re quite the matchmaker aren’t you?” Hermione had suddenly walked up behind you and you both watched in amusement as Harry almost fell over twice before he was able to reach Ginny who had happily agreed to dance with him.

“Where’s Hero?” you asked as you turned to face Hermione eyes wandering around the hall in an attempt to spot her date, “oh he’s just gone to get us some drinks, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like” Hermione offered but you shook your head.

“No its okay honestly I’m fine” you assured her, you did not want to spend the evening third wheeling your best friend and her date.

Hermione began opening her mouth surely to convince you to join them but stopped once her eyes landed on something behind you or rather someone behind you.

“Care to dance?”

You swiftly turned around to see Draco with his hand reaching out towards you, you tried your best to contain the smile that was so desperately gnawing at the sides of your mouth as you turned back to Hermione who was giving you knowing smile.

“Find me if you need anything alright?” you eagerly nodded at her words only turning back to Draco once Hermione had fully vanished into the crowd.

“One dance, that’s it” you attempted to sound serious but it came off in a more teasing manner as you let your hand fall into Draco’s.

“Agreed”

As soon as you’d reached the middle of the dance floor, Draco’s arm had snaked around your waist pulling you into him whilst the other intertwined your fingers. You let out a giggle as he began twirling you around, gracefully catching you back in his arms as both his hands moved to rest on your lower back.

“You’re quite the dancer” you complimented, without a doubt boosting Draco’s already large ego, “I know” he had replied with a knowing smirk, twirling you around one last time before pulling you flush up against him your noses bumping together since you’d already been looking up at him. You’d held the eye contact for a minute as you brightly smiled at each other before you gently let your chin rest on his shoulder as he slowly began swaying you from side to side.

As your eyes began dancing over the students you didn’t think anything could burst your happy bubble until your eyes found Harry’s who had a look of disappointment edged onto his features as he pulled away from Ginny who had frowned at his sudden dismissal as she watched him begin to make his way out of the Great Hall.

You cleared your throat as you uncomfortably began shuffling away from Draco who gave you a look of confusion as he watched you pull your hand out of his and back away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I can’t do this” you muttered before hurriedly turning around and squeezing your way through the crowd of students all huddled together on the dance floor, most of them giving you annoyed glances as you pushed them out of the way but you didn’t care all you wanted to do was find Harry. You couldn’t imagine how he’d felt once he saw you his best friend, dancing with someone who’d made his life a living hell ever since the first year.

Once you’d exited the Great Hall you frantically began looking around the empty corridors in an attempt to find Harry who’d stormed out here only moments ago.

“Y/N!” you heard Draco call from behind you but you ignored him, picking up your pace once you heard his nearing footsteps echoing around the empty hallways.

“Y/N please wait” you felt him grab ahold of your wrist swiftly turning you back to face him, his grip only tightening as you began attempting to pull your hand away.

“No! You can’t treat my friends like shit and then expect me to give in on whatever the hell you’re trying to do” you finally managed to rip your hand out of his grasp as you turned back around but he quickly ran in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place.

“Listen I’m sorry alright, bloody hell I just- I can’t stop thinking about you I don’t know how to explain it but I think I might-” he cut himself off hesitating to speak his next words unsure of how you’d react since he didn’t want to return to his friends with yet another failed attempt.

“You think you might what?” you crossed your arms over your chest glaring up at him as you watched his mouth open and close again.

“Fancy you” he finally let out, your eyes widening as you let your hands fall down to your hips. You took a few steps back until you couldn’t move any further the tall walls of the castle preventing you from doing so.

“You what?” you barely whispered and Draco took that as his chance to walk towards you placing both his hands on the wall next to you.

As you looked back up at him he slowly started to remove one hand from the wall so he could place it onto your cheek and just like he’d done in the store, he began leaning in until his lips were barely hovering above yours, you so desperately wanted to close the gap between you but a part of you was screaming to push him away and never look back, but as your eyes met his once more you couldn’t bring yourself to do it your heart taking control as he pressed his lips against your own.

Your lips continued dancing with each other at a normal pace until he’d moved to deepen the kiss swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist so you were able to loop yours around his neck, he pushed you even tighter up against the wall causing you to let out a gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You ran your fingers through his hair gently pulling on the strands on the back of his head before letting your head fall to the side as he began leaving kisses down your neck his hands trailing down your sides until they wrapped around your hips pulling you even further into him.

You gently blinked your eyes open as you pulled away from him, your lips undoubtedly swollen and your lipstick smeared but you didn’t care.

“No one can know about this, not until I talk to Harry” you breathed out leaning your forehead against his as you attempted to slow your heart rate by taking deep breaths in and out.

“Of course I won’t tell anyone” he lied, he’d gotten quite good at that after having to continuously lie to his father ever since he was a child, one particular incident that he would never forget was when he’d accidentally let one of the house elves go because he didn’t know that to free them they had to be granted an item of clothing and on a particularly cold night he saw no harm in granting the elf his jacket since it had been shivering beside him and when his father had barged into his room later in the night furious at his son’s stupidity Draco had lied and told him that the elf had tricked him into doing so and upon hearing this his father had tracked the elf down and casted the unforgivable curse onto him, after that Draco lied to his father about almost everything he did to ensure something like that would never happen again.

Amongst his peers he was powerful and feared but when it came to his father he was nothing, never good enough and always in the way. School was the only place he felt he was more than his father’s words so he knew that as soon as he would make his way into the Slytherin common room the first thing he was going to do was tell his friends that he’d done it, that you were slowly but surely beginning to fall for him, which put him right back on top. 

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The most recent thing I posted before tumblr. It was on Choerry's birthday, and I am proud of that.

Tags: TheLounge, Loona, Choerry, male reader insert, it's her birthday!, 100% butt stuff, I ate a thesaurus

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It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you get there?

Well, moments prior, you were sitting next to Choerry at your small dinner table. She’s always insisted on sitting as close to you as possible in order to enable near-constant snuggling. It’s gotten a little annoying here and there, but you can’t help but concede to her innocent demands whenever she smiles.

Of course, and not that you’ve ever complained about this, that’s not to say that her demands aren’t always entirely innocent. Most of the time they are, but not always.

That day, for example, you woke her up with breakfast in bed. It wasn’t tradition, but you were just getting her back for the last time she did it for you. And what better day to present her, prone, with a pancake, pulverized potato, and porridge parfait platter… with toppings… than her birthday?!

It can be hard to tell if Choerry is acting or not at times, but you’d like to think that her cartoonish level of enthusiasm for the treat was entirely real. She carried that sunshine throughout the rest of your day, skipping through the park, greeting everybody on the way to, inside, and on the way out of The Lounge, at the surprise party that you helped all of her members get her with, and when she dragged you to her room.

Not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips that night, so it was all the more surprising when she shoved you onto her bed and stated matter-of-factly-but-also-vaguely that she wanted you to put a thing in her butt. Her words came out of her mouth like shimmery soap bubbles.

You had to pause for a moment to process her words. You were certainly up for some sexy times with Choerry. You had anticipated it was going to happen when she put your hand down her pants near the end of the birthday party with no attempt at subtlety. But her exact word choices had you rubbing your temples out of exasperation, even as she stripped herself down to her ridiculously cherry red lingerie.

Your chance to admire that rare view was lost to history, however. She removed the lingerie from her body while she claimed your lips. Your disappointment at not getting the opportunity to remove it yourself quickly faded when she popped back up though.

Her breasts were as perky as her attitude, and also your dick. She was quick to notice the latter and made quick work of your clothes too. She sighed satisfactorily at the sight of your sword and stooped to supply it with a suck and some slickening slobber, so you suspected the sex was starting summarily; more swiftly than standard, it seemed.

Concerned for her well being, you made sure to ask if she had lube available. Again, you weren’t going to complain about her gusto, but she lacked the anal experience that some of your mutual friends had, at least you assumed. Sure enough, there was a bottle mere feet from her reach in her drawer. She grabbed it and jumped back on top of you, pouring it generously over her ass crack and your cock with surprising accuracy for someone so engaged with a hot and heavy kiss.

You were sure you had something to say on the matter. Perhaps some additional words of caution, maybe some other words of encouragement. It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you-- come back around to the exact same thought that the story began with?

“It’s okay, right?”

You attempted to blink away your stupefaction. “O-okay?”

“Mhm! For me to… you know!” She leaned in and whispered directly into your ear, “Put your penis in my butt.”

Ah, yes. The demand that you had nearly forgotten in her flurry of kisses, now slightly reworded to include your dick in the equation. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just checking!”

“We’ve… done this before.”

“I know!” Choerry swooped back in to continue kissing you, implying that she had no intention of expounding further. Her fingers wrapped around your cock, massaging the whole length to ensure that the lube had maximum coverage.

Your breath caught as you felt her readjusting you, tapping you around between her legs as she tried to match you up with her intended target purely via exploration. Your cock was ground between her ass cheeks, the tip slid over her clit, and dipped briefly into her pussy. A groan was the only complaint you could give to only being given a half second of her fantastic heat.

You didn’t have to wait long to get it back. Her ass opened up to the pressure she applied against it with your dick, but exceptionally slowly. Choerry released a series of little exclamations into your mouth as she pushed. She tossed the lube bottle to the side and snatched your hand, curling her fingers into your palm.

Finally, the last pop came, and was followed by a short slide. With no more manual guidance necessary, she grabbed your other hand as well, which promptly slipped out of her grip considering the amount of lube present.

Choerry released you from your kissy bliss to look at her slippery hand, a mixture of anger and amusement on her face. She tried a couple more times to hold your hand with it, but you liked this look. You easily slithered your hand out from under hers every time she slapped down. It was like watching a cat trying to catch a laser pointer.

It was just another reminder that no matter how deep inside Choerry you may physically be, she’ll never stop bringing a goofy-ass smile to your face.

Finally, you relented and entwined your fingers with hers, locking your knuckles together so you wouldn’t fall apart. She glared down into your eyes, but a grin still crept through. “Thank you,” she said, lips tight and nose scrunched up.

With you fully in her grasp, Choerry straightened herself up, allowing you the opportunity to look up and down her sublime figure. Though her movement caused her to cause you to penetrate her a bit further which caused her to flinch slightly, she kept herself aloft on her knees to not go too far all at once. She closed her eyes and took a series of deep breaths there, as calmly as if she was meditating.

As much as you wanted to go ham on her ham, you didn’t want to hurt her, so you contented yourself with watching her chest rise and fall. “Happy birthday…” you whispered.

“You’ve already told me that today,” Choerry intoned, eyes still closed like she was drifting off into her own little world.

You laughed. “I was saying it to myself! Have you seen you?”

She smiled again, and said three words in a voice that made it seem like she was speaking to an audience on the edge of their seats, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Her fingers constricted around yours, so you questioned if she was, in fact, ready. But you wouldn’t be the one to stop her.

Choerry’s tight tush trucked its way toward the top of your tower twice to tighten her take on the task at the time, before torturously trending testicle-ward. She temporized without taking your entire tool.

So hypnotized were you with her graceful movement that you didn’t even notice the frustrated moan coming up your throat until it was too late.

Her eyes popped open. “I’m sorry!” She sounded like she meant it, too. “This is… tough.”

“Take your time,” you said, straining your voice for comic effect.

“Could have used that four paragraphs ago,” she said, continuing her extremely slow descent down your shaft.

The odd statement distracted you just long enough for Choerry to finish her drop. No longer did space separate your pelvises. You grew concerned again when she winced and bit her lip from the inside.

“Choerry, we really can do something else. Don’t hurt yourself please.”

She gave you an exaggerated, indignant gander. “Rhetorical question: Who gets to choose the cake on her birthday?”

You held in your “cake” joke.

“It’s me,” Choerry’s voice was far too chipper to make this talking-to sound as stern as you were sure she wanted it to come across as. “As birthday lady, I get to pick the cake, and I get to feed it to you if I want to.”

You held in your “cake feeding” joke.

“And tonight, the cake I pick is my bum.”

You opened your mouth to comment on her most excellent selection of the word “bum” in the midst of a scenario where your cock is fully inside of said bum, but you instead gasped a sharp breath.

Choerry ground forward, pulling your dick with her and anointing the lowermost part of your stomach with the juices being lightly sprinkled from her clit.

“Besiiides,” she continued, re-angling her hands to she could tickle the backs of yours, “We have all the lube! Even some that’s got a certain special flavor to it!”

“Just some?”

“Yeah, ooh,” she crooned, apparently quite enjoying the grind back down your pelvis, “I didn’t get it all at once. Now guess the flavor!”

You waited for her grinding to pause again to be able to think straight, “Does it start with a ‘C?’”

Her smile grew. “Yes!”

“Is it a fruit?”

“Yes!”

“Is it… cherry?”

“Failure!”

“Wha--”

“It’s coconut!”

If you weren’t so established in your hand holding with Choerry, you’d have palmed your face. Thankfully, thoughts of how she could have possibly expected you to guess that were pushed to the back of your mind as she resumed her removal of your breath with a series of fanciful body rolls.

Finally fucking her fanny felt fictional. For while not the first foray there, far-fetched was the philosophy that it was fielded often, the front being the favored fornication fissure for the foreseeable future. Unless, of course, you could make this an especially special session.

But woe was unto you. Choerry had the upper hand(s) figuratively as well as literally. But, perhaps, you thought, this was exactly what she wanted and you could wait your damn turn to take control.

And you liked letting her anally probe herself this way, so, you know, what were you to do but enjoy the ride?

Over the course of her self-imposed ravaging, Choerry’s meditative breaths became ragged. Her eyelids fluttered at regular intervals. Through it all, she held her phantasmagorical demeanor. A couple of times she reached for the lube bottle and shotgunned it somewhat inaccurately between her legs, but it did the job. You were happy to see that she was still considering her own comfort.

In fact, to your surprise, her mouth opened wide in a silent shout. Her core trembled anticipatorily. Her hands held yours with a colossally increased lewdness. And those two mystical words trickled from her tongue with a high-pitched susurration, “I’m… cumming…”

Choerry’s grinding came to a grinding halt. Her body jerked and she fell onto you. Your cock sprang free of her ass in, and as a result of, the same motion.

You untangled one of your hands to stroke her back in the most adoring fashion you could muster. After chewing on a thesaurus for the prior hour, you were sure neither of you really needed any more words.

She stayed there for a spell, and you were happy to let her. It was so late it was nearly no longer her birthday, but her birthday it still was. She deserved the rest, along with the rest of your undivided attention.

Her whole movement consisted of her back going up and down as her lungs attempted to revive her fighting spirit, and her thumb lovingly shifting over the divinatory lines on your palm. You wished she would do something about her hair plastered on your chin, but ninety-nine percent of paradise is paradise enough.

You were disappointed when Choerry rose once more, slimily straddling your stomach. She detached her hands from yours to give the hair on either side of her face a good backward flick over her shoulders, and she sighed with contentment.

It was a shock to hear her speak again after such a prolonged reticence, but her unerringly cheerful voice was entirely welcome nonetheless.

“More please.”

You couldn’t then, and you still can’t help but concede to her innocent demands. Her smile just touched the corner of her lips. Sure, some of her demands aren’t so innocent, but… How did you get here again?

[lespritdekin]

enslaving appetence.

the man dressed in white was an enigma, but his revolting desire to possess you for all of his eternity wasn't. na jaemin was the devil's entity in human form, and he scorched you in the burning flames of your nightmares.

pairingㅡ yandere!jaemin x fem!reader

other charactersㅡ best friend and crush!jeno

genreㅡ yandere!au

warningsㅡ madman!jaemin, stalking, obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, mentions of sexual preferences, breach of privacy, implied physical abuse, use of a baseball bat.

song recㅡ she will be loved by maroon 5

disclaimerㅡ as far as my miniscule intelligence could muster, i may have posted this piece on wattpad a year ago or two under the name 'neo alternative plots' or alike. with that explanation, please don't react to the oneㅡshot's presence here on tumblr negatively. this also isn't proofread.

You watched as the pink decorations of the ceiling mimicked your nose, the happy smile on your face getting greeted by an excited Roseanne. You embraced her dressed her figure as she did your own, the gentle noise of the lullabies of her favorite songs supplemented her girlish saturnalia.

You observed your environment and smiled widely, this was the theme you wanted when you were sixteen, and you're happy your best friend got to live her dreams.

You were scooping in a small bowl of punch to drink and munch on as all of you were at the backyard of Roseanne's home, a film on going about your female companion's life story to where she is now. As you were about to pull a slice of lasagna from the tray, a large figure dressed in white shadowed your hand.

You looked up to see a gorgeous brunette with dark, tantalizing eyes, his pretty lips in a small lopsided smile. You unconsciously swallowed the lump in your throat and pulled your hand away from him, apologizing for the things you've never done wrong.

❝I don't accept apologies from gentle faces, princess.❞ A lethargic smirk made its way to his devastatingly breathtaking face, the air escaping your nose suddenly asking for entrance.

❝Although, I'd love to see you rotten.❞ The leathery substance of his inky voice held your throat captive in its seat, the inching hand on your own tiny one made your skin crawl. Your eyes trembled from their sockets, the humidity of his lips turning your skin cold.

What did he want to turn you in?

R-Rotten?

❝P-please,❞ You squeaked, his eyes turning darker, duller, more disheartening. ❝Let go of me.❞ The nimble appendages around yours tightened their grip, the male forced a smile. You yanked your hand away, and a broad back made its way to greet your mousy nerves. Your cheek touched the soft fabric of his lavender pullover, and you immediately acknowledged the scent.

❝Respect the girl's privacy, man.❞ Jeno grumbled from his strong stance, the sardonic, hateful laugh of the man with midnight eyes eyeing your best friend's hand on yours, the way your fingers clutched at Jeno and not at him.

❝Pretty boy came to pretty girl's rescue, how romantic.❞ The white silk of his fit tuxedo adjusted, his hand running up the thick strands of his brown hair. His head hung down, but his eyes bulged forward. Your hands scrambled to find substance of relief when his feet came closer and closer, his abyssmal orbs boring right into your savior.

❝Better watch out for the Madman if you want your skin unscathed.❞ The silence of his voice caused you to wince, and you hid your face on Jeno's back, his hand instinctively holding your arm. The odd chap turned away, went on his heel, and disappeared into the party. You held your head, Jeno turning immediately to hold you close to him.

❝You're alright, [Name]. You're safe.❞ Tears blurred your vision and you cried, large thumbs swiping them away. Jeno didn't need to ask what you needed to have, wanted to hold, he was there through it all, and he's seen you in lights other people haven't, seen you burned and drowned and survived.

❝I'll take you home.❞ Jeno excused the both of you, telling the birthday girl that you needed to leave. Rosie embraced you and wished for your well-being before you left. Jeno never let go of your hand, you've been staring at it for the entire while. The male looks down at you, an apologetic smile on his face.

❝I'll hold your hand, don't worry. The parking lot's only a few blocks away, I'll keeping you close.❞ You didn't give him a response, continuing to walk along side him.

You sat inside the front seat and held your phone with trembling hands, your best friend turning on the heater for you. He kissed your head before driving away from the parking lot, wanting to play the first song of your favorite playlist whenever you're feeling down.

❝Dㅡdo you mind?❞ You softly asked Jeno, his eyes suddenly turning into crescent moons when he looked at you. ❝Go on.❞ You turned your phone of and browsed through the screen, pressing onto the first song of a dozen. Your nose had turned red from crying, and the only way you could ease it away was by listening to your favorite songs.

Jeno caught a glimpse of your face once the tune reverberated within the vehicle. He sighed, absolutely despised when male after male molest you. You weren't a toy to play with, you needed care, love and guidance, some things he's always done to you for so long.

You felt revolting. You felt like your world was crippling, distorting, shattering, just as you were finally alright again, just as you were finally read to be happy again. Your fingers shivered despite the ongoing heat of the car. Your best friend took notice and held your hand in his again, your heart almost ‎skipping another beat.

He brought you to your flat and made sure that your roommates were home. He gave you a towel after knocking on the door for permission, seeing your newly washed face gave him feathers inside. You were so adorable like that. You dried your face and changed into a pair of thick pink pajamas, your thoroughly scrubbed hand rivaling the feminine color.

You assisted Jeno on the way to the door after he made sure all of your windows and doors were locked and snug. You laughed at him softly after the occurrence of a male touching you like a predator temporarily left your mind as you see Jeno with roseate adorning his cheeks.

You look up at him with red eyes, already wrapping your arms around him. ❝I could kiss you right now.❞ He muttered, holding your cheek. ❝But, I don't have your consent, and your roommates are probably awake.❞ You giggled wholeheartedly, causing him to heave a sigh despite chuckling.

❝[Name], your parents might hate me!❞ He whined, but you continued to laugh, you didn't give a damn if he brought you to a stage and kissed you in front of a crowd, you didn't care if he kissed you in a family reunion.

❝You two are so annoying!❞ Someone screamed from two bedrooms down, the both of you and Jeno genuinely laughing. Despite allowing his submission to appear, his hands never left your back protectively, and you felt safer than a baby getting taken care of an entire village.

He held you in his arms one last time before walking through the doorway, closing the door after him. You leaned your back on the smooth wood and slid down, keeping your squeals at minimum. Your person of interest of almost a year held you like you were the most delicate thing in the world, kissed your hair, made you feel special, and wanted your parent's approval of everything.

You went back to your room and screamed into the pillows, your hand waiting for the phone to ding. You eventually turned drowsy, but you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, but they were futile. You went downstairs and had three glasses of water, all chugging them down in one go.You washed your face in the kitchen sink and washed your glass and was about to return, not until one of your favorite songs played through the speakers from your room.

Your eyes trembled, and so did your hands.

You immediately hid inside a bottom cabinet, covering your mouth with your hands.Your roommates never entered your room strictly without your word, and they disliked your odd taste in music for them to play your speaker and one of your favored songs. Just before you could foolishly land your foot over the creaking wood of the stairwell, the screeching noise of your room opened, heavy, aching boots gripped the silence of the flat, and you almost pissed yourself.

You covered your ears, the sound of another thumping object frightening you. He desired nothing but to daunt you, turn you into a demented marionette, just like him.

Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

Each nerve in your body stiffened and your teeth clattered, you assume your hair stood in all directions, and you're certain your heartbeat's abormally thumping inside your chest. You need Jeno, but your phone's in your room, you could call or run for your roommates, but he'd already be there, appendages wrapped prettily around your neck.

And indeed, he was awaiting for your arrival of submission.

I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times, but somehow, I want more

The deafening dollops of burning rubber on wood ceased sound, but the certain reverberating outcries of polished wood on rusty ones had you inching closer to the corner of an enclosure that barely fit you, and your mind was running wild. He could feel it, your idiotic heartbeat grumbling inside an unprotected fence, something he can break so easily.

❝I don't mind spending everyday out on the corner in the pouring rain.❞

Your eyes shot up, the accostumed voice in your ears, the silent, demanding whispers, the glacial, dispassionate delivery of a monster, and you've only heard it once. He smirked, tracing the dimly lit crevices from the street lamps standing tall on the fronts of the floor, the thin glass of the windows making him believe how pathetic you were, how much of a feeble-minded whore you were.

Look for the girl with a broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay a while

You hear footsteps again, aggressive, menacing, resounding, and he was so close, so near of getting his hands on you, taking what was never his. You enclosed your fingers and bit your knuckle, closing your eyes shut. Tears encaptured the pink-stained skin of your plump, delicate cheeks. He could materialize the trembling clatter of your teeth, the perspiration in between your chest, and the reverberating drift of your clenching pussy.

And she will be loved

❝She will be loved.❞