#dear God is this a trap u sent me

[ediblechalk]

He literally offered to drive me around for my errands

[sunnysideaeggs]

episode 5 review! as always my dear friends, long post ahead, and remember i wrote this while i was watching and was sleepy. enjoy a piece of my mind love u ☀️💕

the smallfolk ‘caring’ for meleys as if rhaenys hadn’t killed thousands of their own a few weeks ago. ‘rhaenyra will answer this’ be fr. you should be grateful your cousin was avenged. or they kinda forgot about the dragonpit idk

now this is the kind of gruesomeness i wanted for aegon’s wounds. hear me out: he has shown his commitment to his cause. he bled and burned for the realm. only his wounds prevented him from ruling, and it won’t be permanent.

also is it me or his wounds are in the wrong side? i know in the books he’s supposed to have the right ride of his body burned, but in last episode we see aegon’s right facing vhagar’s fire. condal answer pls

i fucking hate aemond. he sees his brother, his king, in the verge of death and all he cares is about power. book aemond would never.

gotta love rhaenyra’s 🧐❓ face in the council. she’s not prepared for this she’s so confused i love emma’s faces lol

lmao a valid concern of lord broome is dismissed as MysoGYNy. daemon left because rhaenyra allowed it, she’s not attending council, she ignores problems, she doesn’t know how to act. his complaints are valid, rhaenyra should be grateful he’s giving advice and loyalty instead of demanding praise in top of all.

now this is ridiculous. canon rhaenyra was out of question for battle because she was resting after a terrible miscarriage (which is one of the only points i give her: she was doing what was best) but are we supposed to believe that eeeevery time miss rhae wanted to go to battle and eeeeevery time her council dissuaded her? 💀

baela sidelined and admitting she’s being used as a shield for jacaerys, accepting that. consoling her fiancé instead of being consoled for the lost of her grandmother. girlie has red eyes from crying but she still has to center a man.

‘the brackens are from the seven hells’ aren’t you a follower of the old gods? be consistent.

daemon of all people being ‘diplomatic’ 😭

looool lady jeyne complaining that the dragons she got from shein aren’t the right size. well babe if you sent two baby dragons i’ll sent my 15k swords with a 2 year delay. fair game.

we got a scene of rhaena crying for lucerys, but not rhaenys. she was basically the twins’ mother since they were kids but they don’t mourn her?

rhaenyra complaining she got a position in viserys’ council and was taught diplomacy from a young age, but believes that sword training would’ve been more useful 💀 of course she takes that boring council stuff for granted so much she doesn’t use it.

‘if i must be suplicant to my own husband what does that make me?’ a woman. a wife.

this quote summarizes how rhaenyra is so disconnected from the experiences of women in her world, so much she can’t fathom them for herself. she’s so singled out that not even the next most powerful women in the realm (alicent and helaena) are free from being supplicant to their husbands.

they wanna give the smallfolk’s favor to the blacks? 💀💀💀 if this is foreshadowing for the storming of the dragonpit i riot.

so you agree? dragons choose their riders and don’t care for inheritances? good to know.

rhaenyra is so memememe all the time ew. can’t focus on anyone else for five minutes without asking for something. i just know she would be so tiring to be around.

DAEMON’S MOMMY ISSUES 🤨🤨🤨 that shit will haunt me. also they de-yassified alyssa smh

daemon being trapped in a haunted castle and a diplomatic hell is funny af. now he knows what otto always yapped about.

and he still is delulu about being king. some things never change

my poor king :(

lmao as if alicent had ever one ounce of power without otto. and as if she isn’t dismissed by the council every day of the week. girl you can’t even rule over your sons sit down

alicent would’ve had a lot more power and influence if she had played her cards right and treated aegon a little better. fafo.

larys wanting criston to say shit so alicent gets mad at him 😂

i would like an explanation for why random peasants are so loyal to rhaenyra when they don’t know her, she’s very polemical and she would sneer at the sight of them. writer’s nonsense again

also another nonsense is the crown not having coin. they literally have the whole treasure, so much they can play with it for plot related reasons that will be important later

that dog cared for cheese more than alicent cared for aegon.

nooo poor ali 😭😭😭 the king looked to you for advice and you spurned him. now there’s another one in charge and he’s not so eager for your opinion.

jace comparing vermax to vhagar 💀 babe you can’t compete when you don’t compare

daemon rn: day’s never finished, master’s got me working, someday master’ll set me freeee 🪓🎶

and he’s shading rhaenyra lmao

alys is so cryptic and unhinged i love her

baela being more loyal to her stepmother than her grandfather 💀 well it’s not like corlys ever defended her before so idk

gotta love how all of the discord and resentment is resolved by ✨ girl power✨

‘driftmark must pass to salt and sea’ was lucerys salt and sea? is joffrey salt and sea? be truthful. look at me in the eyes.

FINALLY SOME BLACKWOOD SLANDER

i hate the blackwoods during the dance for the shit they did. the septs, the pillaging, those atrocities are brushed over because of george’s bias. i didn’t expect a lot from the show but i’m pleasantly surprised.

i love that riverlands’ lady. i love all of the riverlords now. i think people forget that the brackens have decent relationships with most other houses and only have a very specific rivalry with a very specific house that just happens to be a pet of george.

also how did they get to harrenhal so fast? i forgot to mention how it’s so surreal for armies and people to travel so fast. how did jace got to the twins and was right on time for dinner the same day?

i just know the aemondwives will have a field day with the scene of aemond looking at the throne. that camera descending? now that’s what i’m talking about.

helaena asking the real questions here.

an answer????

egg 😭😭😭 he deserves so much more. his panting, his burns, he looks like a sick child and this is the first time we see someone giving him a gentle touch

i love alicent’s dress. you son is battling with the stranger and you’re serving cunt? helaena is with the same dress from ep2 and alicent has a new wardrobe 😵‍💫

MUMMY 😭😭😭

i’d like alicent praying for aegon. they made religion a big part of her character just to erase it this season or conveniently point the finger at her for ‘sinning’. we get alicent praying for lucerys and viserys but are we supposed to believe she wasn’t praying by aegon’s bedside? we could get an interesting parallel with catelyn and bran there.

rhaenyra wanting to be visenya 💀 girl visenya would kill everyone who said she couldn’t fight or rule or anything else. if rhaenyra can’t stand up to her council she can’t stand up to her enemies.

jace proposing the dragonseeds yay

rhaenyra dismissing the idea of dragonseeds because ‘their blood is thin’ but not recognizing the actual danger of giving a dragon to someone unrelated to the targs (something that will be important to the plot later) shows exactly where her priorities are.

i wanted more helaena. i wanted more aegon. smh

[harmeu]

Can you do a TCGF characters (preferably Feng Xin, Mu Qing, Shi Qingxuan) reaction to a man coming up to their crush while they’re on a mission together asking her commit double suicide with him (aka a Osamu Dazai like character)?

TCGF CHARACTERS REACTION TO THEIR CRUSH GETTING ASKED TO DOUBLE SUICIDE ~ (Featuring ~ Osamu Dazai) -

(Fem!Reader) ~

(This request was so fun to write lowkey)

Shi Qingxuan:

(Male Form)

You and Shi Qingxuan were on a mission together. You and the wind master frequently got assigned by the Emperor to get stuff done together because you two were very efficient together working. 

Shi Qingxuan stares at you for long periods of time and when you catch him looking he turns his head and whistles away acting as if he wasn't gawking at you a second ago. You're his crush. You don’t know that though he makes it quite obvious from all that staring. Plus he’s helllllaaaa clingy. 

As soon as he sees you after a while he’ll wrap you in a bear hug and say how much he missed you.

“Ah! Oh how I missed you so much my dear!” He says with dramatic effect clutching his chest. 

You two were walking the streets of the Ghost City trying to find a bad spirit in need of an exorcism. You looked and looked till someone disturbed you.

“Mademoiselle” The man who spoke had curly brown hair and a brown trench coat with a suit-like outfit under. Odd clothing you thought to yourself.

“You are the one for me!” He gets on his knee grasping one of your hands making you flustered. He makes circles in your hand with a joyful and immersed expression. “Oh how I’ve dreamed for this day to come! I request you to join me in a double-suicide!”

A what now?

A double su- what?

Your mind went blank and you just freezed on the spot while Shi Qingxuan on the other hand was gripping his fan so tight it almost snapped right in half though he tried to keep a simple smile on his face.

Probably to avoid wrinkles.

“Uhm. I-” 

“She’s with me.” Shi Qingxuan cuts you off, grasping your hand out of the mysterious mans and hugging your arm like a bear. 

The man who was once on his knee stood up and sighed. “When will I find a beautiful lady who will commit dead with me..” His head hung low with a sad but dramatic expression as he walked away shrugging.

“What was that?” You chuckle at the whole experience.

“Don’t know. Some kind of lunatic.” Shi Qingxuan says still clinging to your arm.

“Your arm..” You murmur flustered and realize what he said earlier to get the random guy off you.

“I'm going to stay like this~!” He says with a cheeky smile knowing he got you trapped.

“Hah..sure.” You laugh.

Mu Qing:

(God Form)

Mu Qing and you were sent to a forest to find a sculpture that was rumoured to be haunted. Mu Qing’s attitude was..to put it simply.

Tsundere?

Every time you talked he would find a way to judge you but it obviously had no malicious intent. Though every time you complimented him in a way he would tell you to shut up and walk away his face red. You teased him quite a lot because of it.

What you didn’t know was that Mu Qing had a crush on you. He would never admit it. He’s gaslighted himself into thinking he hates you so much it makes his heart beat faster when you're around. 

Funny.

You both walked through the forest trying to find a sculpture till you heard crunching of leaves behind you making you both flinch in surprise.

“Who’s there?” Mu Qing said in a defensive tone eyebrows furrowed.

A man with curly brown hair emerged from the bushes with a look of awe.

“A human?” Mu Qing said, confused.

“Oh sir you shouldn't be here. It's late at night.” You say worriedly.

The man all of a sudden gets on his knees and grabs your hand like a prince. 

“Oh you're the one for me! Your eyes..your sweet tone..” You flush at what the man was saying clearly caught off guard. Mu Qing on the other hand had a look that said he was ready to kill. 

“U-uhm sir? Are you okay” You began to think he was drunk, calming you down a bit.

“Of course I’m okay darling. I've met you. An angel from above. Now may I ask. Will you commit a double-suicide with me?” His eyes shimmer as he batted his eyelashes with a smile.

“No.” Mu Qing said, grabbing your hand which made you tumble to his chest, your head placed firmly on it as he held your head close. “Get out.” Mu Qing said with a warning tone as he tightened his grip on you making you blush slightly.

The man sighed and threw his hands in the air. “Oh dear..another lady taken..” He mumbles sadly walking away muttering things about suicide.

“What a weirdo.” Mu Qing says irritatedly, still holding you to his chest as you choked out some words.

“M-Mu Qing your still-” Mu Qing cuts you off by gently pushing you away, his face red as he covers it with his sleeve.

“What the hell? Don’t get the wrong idea.” His voice was raspy and flustered making you chuckle. 

“I appreciate what you did.” You say with a smile which makes Mu Qing tense up more.

“Whatever. Just..when you see a creep like that run away okay? Or. Rely on me.” Those last words were mumbled and you couldn't hear.

“Hm? What was that?”

“Nothing! God..” He blushes more as you two continue your mission.

Feng Xin:

(God Form)

Feng Xin was odd. You knew of his fear of women so you tried your best to be nice with him. Though he would randomly start yelling and say he didn’t need your help. You knew it was because he was shy so you didn’t stop. The truth was he had a crush. A huge crush. He coped with it by yelling in your face or ignoring you flat out. He was afraid his true feelings would slip out.

Now you two are in the mortal realm, a small village searching for cursed talismans. The talismans had been causing people bad luck in various ways so the emperor decided it would be you two who’d go.

No conversation happened.

You could hear a pin drop. Feng Xin didn't talk and when you looked at him he’d avert his eyes fast. He was still so shy.

“Hey Feng Xin-” 

“I don’t believe this mission requires us to be talking idly, no?” He says with a general tone of voice. 

You faltered quickly and sigh. You look forward then see a rather tall man with interesting clothing and hair in the distance. He notices you and dashes quickly to your direction.

Feng Xin, thinking he's a threat, gets into a defensive stance which you quickly shooed.

“He doesn’t seem harmful.” You say quietly which he surprisingly nods to and sheaths his sword.

“Madam!” The man with odd clothing kneels to you which makes you flinch in surprise.

“Uh sir. You can get up. There's no need for that.” You say with a nervous smile.

“I could never! Your beauty has graced me. No! The world!” His face shines with a glimmer as he grasps one of your hands.

Feng Xin beside you was dumbfounded. He just stared in shock, clearly frozen.

“I want you! Yes you! To commit a double-suicide with me!” 

Okay this guy is coocoo.

“Huh?” You say shook.

All of a sudden your wrist was grabbed by Feng Xin and he took you away from that guy. He spoke no words and just kept walking forward gripping your wrist firmly.

“Feng Xin? What about that guy-”

“I don’t care.” He says looking straight ahead. “I'm better than him.” 

You flushed deeply.

“Yes you are.” You murmured, making him freeze.

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I” FengXin.exe has stopped working..

[remyfire]

It definitely is! I always love some AUs, but I have so much trouble coming up with them for this show because so few things can match the energy of being at war together. The small space and the trauma and everything else combine to create some really interesting character dynamics, and they're so hard to replicate in a place with lower stakes or more space or just anything where one of the variables is changed. I have so much respect for someone who can write it well (and will definitely read that fic) and wish I could do the same! But hey, making things far more complicated than they need to be is the life of a writer 😂

I completely understand how you feel with the canoe ship though, I am the Queen of Canoes in a couple of my other fandoms 😂 I literally originated a ship tag for one on Ao3, so I'm right there with you on the tiny ships I would go to war for lmao. But yes BJ is so husband coded all the time! BJ Papa San showed it most explicitly, but even just the little things he does in camp are him trying to connect to the husband and father part of himself he left behind when he got sent over to Korea. He's a good person, but he also so genuinely enjoys that role, and it's so obvious to see if you're looking for it. We love a man that's respectful and kind 😤

Mulcahy is so interesting, and I look forward to that episode mentioned! Due to several literature and art classes over the course of my schooling I have become very good at using my Catholic upbringing to completely overanalyze Catholic media, and I am absolutely delighted to be able to pull it in here. It's clear that Mulcahy is genuinely kind and believes in goodness, and I think if he ever comes to the realization that religion isn't always the way to show that it'll tear him apart. He's devoted so much of his life to his religion (hell the man is named after three saints, he was practically BORN to be a priest) so anything that can dismantle that would hit him really hard. And unfortunately, I love throwing my favorite characters into difficult situations, so sorry in advance Father. I loved the glimpse into his head in Dear Sis, and I genuinely had to rewind a few times to watch Hawkeye talking to him over again. It's just so a u g h (affectionate)

I also just finished C*A*V*E and oh boy oh boy I could probably write half a novel on this already but I'll try to keep it short for now. The Hawkeye and Margaret connection! The deeper peek into who Hawkeye is as a person rather than just a doctor, and what actually makes him tick! Margaret sharing her own fears and offering to sit with him to make him feel better! BJ staying close to Hawkeye when he had to come check on his patient in the cave so Hawk knows he has someone safe nearby! Margaret and Hawkeye facing their fears together! Hawk playing a dumb little game with her in the OR to take her mind off things!! This episode is truly making me Feral oh my god, I don't think it will ever leave my brain, it's just gonna live there now.

It is SUCH a good show! I knew it was before but now that I'm actually watching it through I'm getting the full weight of it and god it's a masterpiece. You can talk about the cultural impact all day, but it's hard to truly understand w h y it had such an impact until you're watching it yourself and picking up on all these little intricacies. I've been keeping a list of good episodes for myself, just for Personal Reasons I can't really explain, and there are f a r too many episodes on that list already. So many are just so good, I want to remember them and rewatch them and frankly just roll around in them like a dog that's found a particularly nice patch of grass. This show already shaped me when I watched it with my parents when I was younger but genuinely I don't think I will be the same after watching it all the way through. Just, what a show.

Weeping. After reading this, I had to go check my Canoe status. In this fandom, I have originated 5 ship tags (Trap/Peg, BJ/Leo, BJ/Klinger, Margie/Klinger, Sam/Sid/Hawk) and I have been between the 2nd and 5th story in 10 more ship tags (Sid/Beej, Marg/Beej, Trap/Mulcahy, Trap/Margie, Hawk/Klinger, Marg/Beej/Hawk, Trap/Klinger, Sid/Beej/Hawk, Sid/Sam, BJ/Charles). Why did I do this to myself. It's a lonely life isn't it hfksdfds

But it also makes perfect sense that this fandom is ripe for rare ships because though they are in the center of a situation that demands order, there is very little sense of actual social order as they might experience back home. I think even if I wasn't The Way I Am with multishipping, I'd still be compelled to go, "Yeah, you know what, everything is pretty permissible here. The line between friendship and lover blurs often. There's not much demand for monogamy among denizens of this camp. They're seeking comfort and love where they can find it and they're all very good at giving it." It compels me idk

I'm really enjoying hearing your thoughts about Mulcahy!! I feel the same way about him as well, how he's ripe for a thunderbolt realization or two that his faith isn't going to be the Way and, in fact, is often dealing the damage in a lot of situations. I love you mentioning his three names, though. It immediately takes my mind right back to Trapper and his own long series of very Catholic names. Trap, I am putting you in a jar and staring very hard at you. Tell me your Catholic past. Did you really consider becoming a priest. Why didn't you and Mulcahy get more screen time together.

CAVE MY BELOVED. CAVE, my Margaret/Hawk/BJ thesis (yes, even in a platonic sense, I promise, no one come for me). I think the first time I heard BJ say, "Thank heavens none of us has to stand it alone," I had to pause and fold my hands and stare at the wall. The support all three of them give each other. BJ bringing a cup of comfort and it being passed to Margaret because Hawkeye knows she needs it too. It always makes me sad when people read that as a jealousy moment from BJ when he snuggles down just as close to her and isn't being snippy or annoyed at her presence. He cares them! He cares them both! And such a really lovely way for Hawk and Margaret to continue sinking into each other, to carve out even more level ground between them, ugh. I'm unwell about it. It's so delightful.

It really is so fascinating, returning to this show as adults, huh? It's a completely different experience. There's some grief there because we can still relate to so much of what they're talking or snipping or griping about in our modern, continuously-war-waging era, but also it's absolutely remarkable how timeless it has become. And being able to analyze it now with such depth due to the easy streaming access and the online fan communities, it's incredible. Chef's kiss.

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[ninlilwinds]

Hi! May I request a platonic Scaramouche, Venti, Zhongli and Ei with isekai’d best friend reader? The reader tries to keep it a secret from them for their safety but eventually, the characters find out, and they keep asking what their world is like and how other people view them in their world etc. I hope this isn’t too much, thank you!

So I wasn't sure if you meant that you came from a world where genshin was a game or just from another world so I just did the one where genshin was a game since I think that's what you meant. If it isn't please let me know and I'll rewrite it with pleasure! P.S. Sorry it took so long time to write!

Plot: isekai'd reader can't keep the seceret much longer! How will the genshin characters react?

Characters: Venti, Scaramouche, Zhongli, Ei

Warning: Not proofread. Also posted on my phone so format might be weird. If you spot any major mistakes let me know and I'll fix them!!

Venti

• Venti found you one day while u were looking at the statue of the anemo god near windrise. You looked like you weren't from around the area and he sensed a strange presence coming from you, but despite that, he still took you back to Monstadt • After that Venti was your personal guide! He introduced you to the Monstadt culture and made sure you were well accommodated • During those times you two became quite close, although he noticed you seemed a bit strange whenever you interacted with the people. • He noticed you knew many many facts about this world, even ones he didn't think anyone else knew. • Like the day you accidentally let it slip that you knew he was a god.......

You listened to Venti play a song on his lyre while telling you the story of a tyrant king who took control of a kingdom and trapped the people. As you listened to the story you sighed. Ah, you remembered this. It made your heartache. "I'm so sorry Barba-...I mean Venti! I mean not sorry! Haha, I meant that's a great story." You struggled to recover from the slip.

Venti raised his eyebrows and frowned, "(Y/N) I know we haven't been friends for long, but I consider you one of my closest friends! Is there something you would like to tell me about, my dear companion?"

You sighed. There was no way you could play this off. So you explained everything about where you came from and how everyone knew them there because they were....famous. you spared him the fact that he was a character from a game in fear he'd be upset.

Venti's eyes slowly widened as you continued to say your story, "So your like the traveller's from another world? And people from your world know me?"

You nodded, "Yeah. You've become popular lately. "

"In a good or bad way?" He wondered if they knew him for his mistakes or for something else.

"Depends on who you ask. Many like you and some don't."

• You spent the rest of the afternoon explaining to Venti about your world and how things worked. • He was really curious and hoped one day maybe he could explore your world with you.

Scaramouche

• The day you appeared you'd acted very different. When you saw him you began to look around and then say how you wished this wasn't a dream • He had to reassure you that you were in fact very much awake • After that, you seemed very happy about it all and immediately asked if you could join him • He was shocked, to say the least, but agreed because he wanted to study you further. Where did you come from and what were you doing there? • During the coming months, Scara found himself actually becoming very close with you. He liked how helpful you were during missions and how you seemed to know where everything was. Yes, he's selfish at times, but deep down we all know that was just an excuse. He'd never admit he actually enjoyed your company

"It's that way." You said pointing in the direction of the chest at the end, "and there's going to be a few monsters you have to fight to get it first." Scaramouche nodded and sent his men away so he could get rid of the monsters by himself without any holdbacks. As he walked down a question continued to play through his head. One he'd had for a long time now. How did you know all of this?

"Have you been here before?" He asked.

You shrugged, "In a way."

"Is that so." He frowned and reached the end. Sure enough, there were a few hoards of monsters he had to take care of. Before he opened the chest he turned towards you weapon still in hand, "How do you know so much? Are you a threat? An archon?"

You looked at him nervously, "Sc-Scara...no need for the sword. I'm just...I just know things ok." "Where did you get this knowledge?" He asked, adjusting his grip on the weapon.

You sighed and explained your situation, making sure to not make any sudden movements that would cause him to attack. He stared at you for a long time, the information you had told him still registering.

"Is that so?" He said crossing his arms You nodded and he gave in, putting his swords away

• He wouldn't ask you many questions at once but he would ask them spread out. Here and there sometimes two at a time sometimes only one • And he'd still keep you around despite how uneasy it makes him that you know so much about him. But he trusts you enough

Zhongli

• He found you wandering the street of Liyue. You bumped into him and your eyes widened, your mouth falling open in shock. • He found your reaction quite amusing and when you invited him for tea he accepted. Similar to Venti he felt something different and off about you • Whenever he would sit down with you in the coming weeks you would have very deep conversations about the past • He found it a bit shocking and interesting how well you knew the history of not only Liyue, but seemingly the whole of Teyvet • One day he decided to ask you about it.

After a deep conversation about the landscape of Liyue and Rex Lapis, Zhongli decided to ask you the question that had been pressing him for a while now, "(Y/N), your not from around here are you?" You looked up at him in a bit of surprise at the question, "What do you...mean?"

" Well, you don't seem like you're from this world in general. But perhaps I'm mistaken and you're simply from another nation."

You knew Zhongli could keep a secret, so you decided it'd be best to tell him. The secret was weighing on you too so you wanted someone to help you with it.

"Actually you're right. I'm not from this world." You said and looked at Zhongli. He nodded and looked at you as if to say you has his full attention. You explained everything about your life before and your world and how you actually knew much about him because of where you came from.

• Zhongli found all of this very interesting and he would sit down with you for some tea just for the purpose of listening to you explain more about your world • He asked how he was known in your world and you explained the concept of video games and such • At first, he was confused but eventually he got the idea and asked about that game in particular. You two would have many conversations about this topic but if you ever seemed uncomfortable about it he would immediately stop and change the subject

Ei

• I don't really see her bumping into you, but maybe I'd Kujo Sara one day found you being suspicious and she brought you in for judgment, she would notice something different about you • The way you dressed and talked was very different from any of the nations • She would tell Kujo Sara to let you go and she would sit down with you that evening for dinner and talk to you • She knew you had secrets but she wouldn't push them out of you out of respect. She knew what it was like to have a bad past and didn't want to make you uncomfortable • And so the days went by and you two grew fairly close considering how she treated most.

"Would you like to try this? It's a delicious dessert that is perfect for a sunny day." She asked you.

You nodded and tasted it, "Mm it tastes like something I'd have back at home."

This seemed like the perfect opportunity for her, "Your home? What is that like?"

You described where you lived in some detail and she listening intently. 

"How interesting. That doesn't sound like any place I've heard of." She noted.

You shifted uncomfortably, "Ah it's....a pretty unknown area around here."

"Is there a reason for that?" She asked. When you nodded she asked, "Why?"

You considered your options in that moment and decided it was best if you simply told her what actually was your situation.

"Well its bc its not here in Inazuma...or Teyvat. I came from another world. Much like the traveller that you met a few months ago. But unlike them, I know a lot of this world because where I came from this place is part of it but in a different way."

Ei hummed quietly as she tried to understand what you had just told her and then she nodded, "I had already assumed as much. Why don't you tell me more?"

• Many conversations about your world but as soon as she notices your uncomfortable about a topic, she stops and tells you a little bit about herself in change • And so your relationship grows in this back and forth storytelling

[qingxintea]

➼ chongyun || hiraeth

tw: mention of knives (no violence), kidnapping, explosion _______

you angled your camera to catch your face and upper body correctly and adjusted your blinds for the correct lighting. you put thin pieces of yellow and pink paper over your lamp to give off a sunset lighting sort of aesthetic in your minimalist room. your tiny cacao tree sat in the corner of your room, setting some sort of simple beach vibe.

then, you began to stream.

you watched as majority of your followers came to view as you sat in your rolly gaming chair. the greetings came rushing in and you noticed two of your friends had came along too, xingqiu and chongyun.

"hey gang, it's kingexplosionmurder here with your weekly sunday stream," you smiled and watched as comments came in asking you to notice them. beginning to select randomly, you flicked a short strand of hair behind your ear. "you have been noticed, yourlocalsugardaddy," you blessed them. and you swore you chose randomly.

on the other side of the screen, chongyun's face slightly flushed before eating his popsicle again. yes, that was his username, selected by xingqiu after the guhua heir was somehow able to trick him into selecting so. the situation must've been that he accidentally consumed some jueyun chili's, that was also xingqiu's doing.

he watched you smile as you explained your schedule for this stream, when he noticed you suddenly began laughing. it sounded genuine, he wanted to believe it was genuine, but there was a trace of disappointment in it. he observed your face, noticing you were looking at the chat box. "i agree too, scarymoose."

scarymoose: this streamer's kinda dog shit ngl 😐

by instinct, his fingers grazed over the keyboard as he analyzed the tone. this kid wasn't joking around with himself, he was really out to bring you down. he exhaled, shaking his head, wondering how you would deal in the situation.

yourlocalsugardaddy: miss karen this isn't yelp 🙄

he wasn't content with that yet, things could've gone onto more serious matters, but he knew you liked to keep your chat clean and peaceful. you went to the farther extents to keep that from happening, agreeing with rude comments yourself as a said joke, but actually have it sometimes harming you.

so chongyun tried his best to keep you happy.

redrumreaper: yo moose chill 😳

he recognized his friend xingqiu also trying to calm the situation as you just laughed it off and attempted to continue, sooner enough just beginning to ignore all his comments. some other viewers came up to your defense but in all honesty, you wanted to move on.

"s-so, i found some silk flowers outside of wangshuu inn yesterday, aren't they pretty?" you took a tiny bouquet of the said silk flowers and presented it to your viewers, holding it next to your cheek. the pink tone of the flowers matched the color of your cheeks and made for a nice picture. chongyun would've screenshotted it, but he respected your privacy.

yourlocaldumba$$: yes they're so pretty we love you 😍

13lue13erry: yes ong ong 💕 thiccer than my granny

Straw13erry: don't bring madame ping into this 💀💀

colino: are you sure it's alright to take from someone's legally owned property ?? much less from their garden

Straw13erry: u mean ur neighbors don't harvest ur flowers every day? 🙄 privilege spoke 🤚

yourlocalsugardaddy: vv pretty 😳

redrumreaper: simp 💀

you slightly choked over on your side and xingqiu calling chongyun a simp, for you. quickly clearing your throat, you regained your composure. your viewers could see that your cheeks had been dusted with a darker shade now.

13lue13erry: 👀

Straw13erry: 👀

yourlocaldumba$$: 👀

redrumreaper: 👀

sireluck: 💀

bazinga: 👀

dandelionn: 👀

poetichoe: 👀

"okay- anyways," you pushed that aside, watching the chain of 👀's coming in. you weren't too sure at what they were referring to, but just assumed that they were interested in xingqiu exposing chongyun. but, there was no way chongyun really felt like that, right? it was just a friendly compliment from what you believed. "just a tiny flex but y'all guys, i am so cracked at apex, not gonna lie. for all the new followers out there," you randomly commented. 'and to change the subject.'

"actually, you know what? fuck the schedule, let's go to trolling little eight year old kids posting selfies on instagram. due to certain reasons i'm just not gonna be blurring their usernames out, but please don't spam these people, i don't wanna be cancelled 💗" you sweetly smiled as you pulled up instagram and started streaming on your phone.

of course your sus notifications ruined it 🤡🤡

because xingqiu took advantage of the situation, sending messages to your discord. nothing mentioning your romantic life because he knew better than that, but just trolling. 'HEY GANG. ITS ME, TONY, AND TODAY WE'RE GONNA SEE IF IM FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'TURNS OUT, I AM NOT FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'AN UPDATE, IT HURTS. ALRIGHT. BYE GUYS.' you tried hard to contain your laughter, but certain giggles came out in the end, giggles that made chongyun's heart flutter.

xingqiu just kept spamming without a stop, to the point that you accidentally clicked into the notification instead of someone's username on a selfie post. so now everyone could see your group chat with xingqiu, chongyun, and a few other viewers that were actually your other friends.

13lue13erry: oh no 🤡

Straw13erry: 🗿

yourlocaldumba$$: HAHAHAHA WE'RE EXPOSED 🤡👌

just water support boy 😔: image.png

oh my god he's sending chongyun catboy edits. you made this concerning noise, glad no one really seemed to know who chongyun really was on twitch. you went back to instagram, beginning to dm a random kid, ignoring the situation that had just happened.

chongyun choked, slight heat running to his cheeks. what the fuck was xingqiu doing- how did he even get those pictures? maybe it was that one time xingqiu forced him to go to a furry con, but how did he ever get the time to photograph these? he nervously fidgeted and played with his fingers.

13lue13erry: 🤡

Straw13erry: 🤡

yourlocaldumba$$: 🤡

redrumreaper: 🤡

<— oraoraoraor

kingexplosionmurder: chav check

oraoraoraor: what

kingexplosionmurder: chav: check 😹😹

oraoraoraor: bruh

oraoraoraor: who tf are you

kingexplosionmurder: hope you like baddies cause i'm bad at everything 💗

oraoraoraor: bruh ok i'm blocking

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: 😐

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wtf

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wait wait UR that one twitch streamer?

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: ig ur fans gonna be so disappointed in you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: hahaha wtf i'm gonna post this and tag you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

afterwards you sent a barrage of really cursed images and left the person on read when they tried to complain and get a reaction out of you. you chuckled, extremely satisfied with yourself. this is what your viewers followed you for. you went on hunting for another user, "GO Y/N GO" filling up your chat.

you were just about to dm this other kid until you heard a ring from your doorbell. "oh what the fuck, i didn't invite anyone. but you know what, i'll pull something up to entertain y'all guys while i'm afk." searching on youtube, you typed in 'banana fish ep. 1' and clicked on the longest video you saw. then you got up from your chair, making your way to the front door.

you didn't mute yourself before because you thought there was really no need to, and you underestimated your mic sensitivity. god did you wish that you could go back and time and do just that.

twisting the doorknob, you opened your door and was met with... a certain, someone.

someone that you recognized and has caused you so much pain, and it was all so fun and games before they had to come along. "bruh. aight what you here for fam?" you played it super chill, though you were really sick and tired of this person's shit.

"(y/n). we need to talk," her stern voice made you flinch as you just stared straight into her eyes. you simply nodded your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto your right leg. "we're thinking of taking you back home."

your froze, your breath hitching as you just stood there, waiting for her to go on. clenching your fists and looking down, you stayed silent for a little moment and questioned, "...why?"

"well, you have a stable income source, right?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "you can finally be of use to us," she clasped her hands together, a bright smile on her face. your finger twitched, awaiting an explanation. "you're a streamer, yeah? so you can be a useful asset to our family name."

"...you only want me to come back so i can make you all seem... good?"

and here you thought, just for a second, that you would be accepted back into the place where you really belonged. your shoulders slumped, as small tears began to well up in your eyes. "and for our profitable gain of course, it would be a shame to not acquire that from you."

you composed yourself and looked up. "im afraid my profit can only cover for one person, and it would be myself that i focus to make a suitable and independent living out of. you've kicked me out ever since i've graduated from college and had me fend for myself, now inviting me back once i have a stable job?" you breathed, fiddling with the sleeves of your black hoodie.

"oh, not inviting, dear. taking."

confused by her words, you let your guard down as she suddenly pushed a warm cloth over your mouth as you let out a constrained scream. you tried to break free of her grasp, reaching for the switchblade in your pocket, but the drowsing chemicals from the cloth took control of you and you felt disoriented. "you... bitch..."

your head hit the floor.

》●✿ time ● skip ✿●

silence.

thats all you heard when you awoke.

pure, unfiltered silence that overwhelmed you as you were completely lost. what was happening?

you tried turning to the other side of your childhood bed, the moon casting light shadows into your 'room'. there was a rope around your wrists you noticed, so you brought them up to your lips and starting gnawing on them until it broke apart. (guys we feral its not a furry instinct ok?/ ??  ?)

the material had irritated your skin, but you put that aside for now. escape- thats what you really needed to do. it was fairly dark, but you didn't have a good estimate of time. the analog clock was broken and set to a different time that displayed 11AM. you sat up, your fingers running along the frame of the window next to you.

for a moment, you stopped, thoughts rushing into your head. what if you could start a whole other life here where things could finally be peaceful, what if you didn't have to feel so isolated anymore, what if you could- ...

no. (y/n), get yourself together. what has happened will anyways stay there, and there is no healing scars. ...still, you couldn't shake off the feeling of missing this home so much when you had an amazing childhood, though full of fake actors who had manipulated you.

opening all the cabinets silently, you grabbed things that you assumed would come to your aid. a tiny backpack, which you then stuffed with other things around it. a first aid kit, a spare knife just in case, along with a clean oversized sweater and a couple dollar bills. all that, along with a compass.

you turned towards your window, stepping on your bed.

pushing open the sides of your window, your stepped on, the brown coldness of the frame coming in contact with your feet. you shivered just a little bit before stopping to think. what would you do once you were out of here? you barely knew your way here. and not to mention, your devices were still left at your other house, so there was no way of contact.

...

did your stream ever end? even if it did, had you muted yourself before leaving? no, you didn't, and you could remember in precise detail. someone out there, anyone, would be willing to help, right? you couldn't possibly be here forever, not when you're basically blown up all over your socials?

your friends, yes, your friends! xingqiu and chongyun were watching the stream and had made obvious interaction in doing so, and they'd be willing to protect you. if they just had a lead...

but... what lead was there? all they heard was the woman's voice and, that was probably it, wasn't it? only a voice with no other clear features that could identify her. it looked like you were doing this on your own.

you came in contact with the blades of grass tickling your feet and conveniently found a pair of sneakers outside. it definitely wasn't yours, and it smelled like the scent of your old room. most likely, it belonged to someone from inside your house, lavender and mint, but who inside there was in the age range to wear modern day sneakers..?

brushing that question aside, you unhesitatingly laced them on and they were just a bit too big, but you could manage.

you breathed, inhaling the freedom intertwined air, a much needed factor of bringing you back to your lost sense of happiness. then, the fear struck you once again, because you needed to improvise now. you needed to run, but which direction? you barely knew this place at all.

you dug around your pocket for the compass you had and it was pointing east. you remember that stepping out of your house was facing west, so you were going the right way... but who knows how messy the path was? it couldn't have been an exact pathway, but going directly ahead was your simplest option.

you heard a pair of footsteps coming from inside the house, probably a few seconds away to opening the door. you sucked in your breath and ran, ran as far as your legs could take you. your intimidating speed and played into your advantage, and taking one last look, you saw the lights on, before continuing.

a few minutes into it, you felt some elemental energy. it was a sense you learned to develop since you were young, giving you the upper hand in a variety of situations. you followed the trail of glowing lines, the air starting to get colder and colder. you shuddered, the crisp coldness nipping at your skin.

you sat below a tree, taking your backpack off your shoulder and took out the oversized sweater. you put it on over your black tee and light blue skinny jeans, its nostalgic aroma filling your sense of smell.

it was... warm.

it shouldn't be warm.

the warmth proved as a sign that someone had worn it before, but this size was from what you knew, too small to fit the woman you came across again, and you absolutely did not recall any other beings within the house. it was a small household.

suddenly, you remembered what she said.

we're thinking of taking you back home. you can finally be of use to us.

plural. you should've noticed it before and you shook your head, slightly disappointed in yourself. you didn't remember any other birth siblings. could it be the fact that during the time, they had, in a way, replaced you?

you sat up, then suddenly went drowsy. your eyelids were getting heavy as your back hit the same tree. ah, that clever bitch. you chuckled to yourself, but still unsatisfied how this was gonna end. reaching inside your pocket, you grabbed a bomb that a little kid gave you, and threw it as far as you could. it wasn't as far as you hoped, but it was exceptionally far considered your sleepy state.

in a few couple seconds or so, it was going to explode. you did that to divert the attention of her and slowly ran as far as you could. a few seconds in, you gave in, hoping that your efforts were enough. 》●✿ perspective ● shift ✿●

chongyun heard an explosion.

he raised his head in the direction smoke was coming from, and made a run for it, then stopping to think. no, you're smarter than this. he gathered his shit together and remembered that one day klee gave you a bomb. he deducted that you had used it as a diversion, and began to search around the area.

and finally, he came across your sleeping body. to ensure your living state, he crouched down and let two fingers travel across your neck, searching for a pulse, and was relieved when he found one, pulsing at a normal rate.

he then carried you on his back, picking up the pace since he deducted someone was out for you, would you need a distraction. he remembered some details of the woman, she had ended your stream with your sleeping form in her hands, a dirty smirk coming across her lips. she had dark hair with some natural highlights, but that was all he saw because the rest was concealed by a cloak.

a few minutes, maybe half an hour later, you began to stir. chongyun decided that he ventured far enough to liyue and slowed down for your comfort. he wanted you to get some well deserved rest. but slowly, you woke up, but only the tiniest movement was made. your eyes were still droopy and you wanted to return to sleep.

but the sight of pastel blue hair kept you from doing so.

you felt the familiar silk coming in contact with your arms as he kept on trudging forward at a more consistent and smooth pace. "..chongyun?" you muttered out weakly, earning a small smile from the male. he hummed in response, continuing forward.

your mind was cloudy, unable to interpret the language of the world. but softly, words effortlessly escaped your lips, "... did i do the right... thing?" blinking multiple times, you awaited his answer.

"yes, yes you did," his soft voice reached your ears, making you smile a bit. you nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, clinging onto him tighter, unwilling to let go.

"thank you," you whispered.

he chuckled a bit before responding, "anything for you."

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bro ending is a little off because i'm wrote this at 2:53AM and so my brain has went ⬇️⬇️ also i'm just hungry

copy and pasted from my wattpad,, @ppeachtea_

[raindrops-xrosess]

I have a secret

Requested: Yes by @maybebanks​ ! thank you so much for requesting

Hi! I have a request for u! Jj x reader where y/n is a kook and her and jj are dating. None of the pogues know that they’re dating but they see jj has a crush on her. Jj always sneaks into y/n’s house and surprises y/n. One day when she gets back from a shower she sees him and screams because he shocks her. Her parents come in because they think she is in danger and then they see jj and the dad gets mad and the mom thinks it’s cute. Y/n sticks up for jj and it’s rly cute💕💕

Summary: The request (I'm so bad at summaries lol)

Warnings: maybe some cringy writing idk

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.45k

AN: requests are always open unless it says closed in my bio. Enjoy the story <3

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Kooks and pogues. Sworn enemies of the Outer Banks…or at least they should be. However, that wasn’t the case for you and JJ Maybank. You are known all over the Outer Banks as kook royalty, and JJ is as pogue as they come.

You had met when JJ was looking for well-paying jobs off of the cut and your father needed some things done around the outside of your house. He was mowing the lawn right outside your bedroom window on the hottest day of the year at what felt like the crack of dawn.

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It was an early Sunday morning, and you may or may not have been a little bit hungover from partying on the cut with Sarah. That is where you had met the heartthrob that had every female, and some male, pogue, kook, and tour on wrapped around his finger. There was no doubt he was charming, and you tried so hard to hold out, to not give in to those damn eyes, but like everyone else you were trapped in what felt like a trance.

“Hey, do you think you can be a little quieter?!” You yelled as you stepped onto your balcony leading from your bedroom. “God, what year is it?”

“Sure princess let me just find the volume button!” He yelled his snarky comment over the loud noise. Jj quickly turned off the obnoxious machine and made his way over to where you stood. “You’re Sarah’s friend? Right? And Rafe’s girl?” He quizzed you. Any chance he could get to mess with Rafe he would take. And taking his girl? Oh, that would be the sweetest revenge!

No, you technically weren’t “Rafe’s girl” but you and Rafe were kind of something? Maybe? I don’t know you kinda messed around and went to parties together. You tried to stop his drug addiction when you could but he wouldn’t listen. You wanted a real relationship so bad, but not bad enough to fall at the feet of JJ Maybank. He was the fuck and forget type and you were sort of already in that kind of relationship. If JJ wanted anything other than that he would have to work for it.

~~~

And work for it he did. Every Thursday morning he would come by your balcony being extra loud and annoying and you couldn’t help but yell at him. Later the yelling turned into play fighting which turned to feisty flirting. It didn't take long for JJ to want to do something with you but he quickly realizes you wanted something more when he went to ask you out.

“So princess I was thinking we could go to the Party tomorrow at the boneyard like together and shit! What do ya think?” JJ said after climbing a tree to get onto your balcony. This was a common occurrence, him leaping onto your balcony, making his way throughout your room, and toying with your fancy perfumes and fun sunglasses.

“What I think JJ is that once I say yes you are going to drop me like... like yesterday’s newspaper, and I am not a newspaper!” You let out a frustrated sigh. JJ turned around and backed away slightly to give you some space. “I want a real relationship JJ, for once in my life I want something to be real. I don’t want a relationship my parents set up for their damn business gain! I’m tired of all these fake ass kook friends. I want real friends! You and the pogues have such a great friendship, I want that!” You flopped down onto your bed, looking up at the ceiling. JJ stayed silent as he laid down next to you.

“You’re dating Rafe just because your parents are business partners?” You nodded “That’s so messed up!” JJ sighed “Listen, I like you, a lot. Your different than all the other kooks I’ve had the utmost pleasure of meeting.” JJ started to talk in a funny British accent to which you laughed at. “Look as you may have guessed, given by golden reputation I have never been in a real or serious relationship, but I’m willing to change that for you. O-only if that’s what you want of- of course!” He started to stutter nervously. You sat in silence for a moment.

“That would be nice JJ.” You thought for a moment “Do you want to ditch the party tomorrow and do something like just us?” You looked over at him nervously. JJ says up with a smug smile on his face. You followed his actions and sat up.

“You askin me out, princess?” You hit his arm playfully.

“Oh shut up!”

~~~

Flash forward to now where you have been dating JJ for about four months. You had broken up with Rafe and your parents were not happy, but they saw your smile when you would come home from secretly meeting with JJ and they figured there was someone else that gave you butterflies. Your mom was a little more supportive than your dad because, in his eyes, Rafe was the perfect match, but then again he would do anything to make you smile.

Like always JJ would sneak into your room and pick you up for your date or just hang out in your room of your parents weren’t home. This time was no different. You were going out soon so you decided to shower before your date and that is when JJ decided to sneak into your room, knowing your parents were home. As you got out of the shower and walked out in your pajamas and your hair wrapped in a towel, JJ jumped out from around the corner tickling you. “OH DEAR LORD! WHAT THE HELL!” You exclaimed a little too loudly.

”Shhhh baby!” JJ hushed you as he laughed. 

“Shit do you think my parents heard that?” That’s when your parents stormed into your room ready to attack.

“What the hell was that?” “Sweetheart are you ok?” your parents voiced their concern. “Maybank? What is this?” Your dad’s eyes stared holes into JJ’s head. You were in front of JJ as he had his arms around you, still holding your sides. He backed away at your father's questions and put his hands up. “You see sir.. uhh funny story really! You know the thing is-” “He’s my boyfriend!” You said before you slapped your hand over your mouth. You let out a chuckle of disbelief. You can’t believe you just said that. “Oh really? So this is the boy you replaced with Rafe?” your father now stared at you, his movements slow and precise. 

“Yes, and before you say anything about him being from the cut, he makes me really happy. I don’t feel like an outcast when I’m with him. JJ makes me feel important and loved and when we talk there are so many butterflies in my stomach I might as well open a butterfly farm!” You tried to make your father laugh just a little bit. “He is selfless and kind and gentle, and I hope you can accept him because he really is an amazing person”

“Oh well isn’t this the cutest thing I ever did see! I’m not crying nope not me!” Your mother was always so emotional.

“He makes you happy?”

“Very much.”

“Is he respectful?”“The perfect gentleman.” You said looking back at him smiling and reaching out to grasp his hand.

“Then it is ok with me. Son comes here.” Your father motioned his finger to JJ. JJ quickly stepped up to your father. “You hurt one hair on her head and your dead before nightfall. You understand me?” JJ nervously chucked “Yes sir.” They shook hands and JJ retreated back towards you.

“Do you two have any plans for tonight?” Your mother questioned.

“We were just going to see a movie or something. Why momma?”

“How about JJ stays for dinner? Your father is making baked macaroni!” 

“What do you think J?” you looked at him with pleading eyes. Baked macaroni was your favorite. You knew by the look on your mother's face your father had no intension that night to make it but she was trying to get you two to stay in.

“Why not! I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while.” “THANK YOU!” You kissed his cheek as your mom excitedly made her way off to the kitchen. 

As your father left your room he shouted: “Next time use the front door kid!” “Yes sir!” J shouted back as he saluted to you with a funny face.

“Well know that you met my family... when do I get to meet the Pogues?”

“Soon princess”

~~~

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“Your Fantasies Become Your Legacy” - Hypodermic Sally McKenna x Reader

If I said that I wrote this whole thing eight months ago and then forgot about it, do you think Sally would hate me? 

Words: ~2,600 

Warnings: SMUT. S M U T. There’s like the tiniest mention of blood considering how much we all know I love making Sally bite ;) Praise kink, degradation, spanking, all of that good stuff. If you can’t handle dirty sex, you shouldn’t be reading Sally fics. I said it. 

~Enjoy!~

Sally was curled into your side, fingers tracing lightly over your bare stomach. 

“How is that, baby? How do you feel?”

She hummed and her chest vibrated against you. “Better.”

“Good,” you whispered, dropping a kiss into her hair. She relaxed, snuggling deeper into your side. 

It had been almost a week since you had last visited, the world just a little bit too busy because of the holidays. And when you had stepped through the lobby she had thrown a fit, anger covering the unrelenting fear that one time, this time, you wouldn’t come back. Tears dropping at the fact that you had. 

You had slipped your hand into hers, pulling her across the lobby and into the elevator as she screamed and yelled and yanked against you. But she hadn’t let go. You didn’t think she could have if she tried.

Your beautiful, needy, dependent Sally. By the time the elevator reached her floor she had fallen silent, her eyes on you and her face wet. 

And when you had sat down on her bed and asked her what she needed, her fingers twined in yours as she looked down at you, she visibly deflated. 

“Anything?” she had asked, and your heart had fractured, just so.

“Anything, my beautiful girl.”

And so she had shrugged off her coat, slipped out of her thin dress, pulled off your clothes, piece by piece. Pushed you back on the bed, and pressed every inch of her skin against yours. 

“I missed you,” she murmured. And you knew by the way she had tightened around you that she meant more than just the company. She missed the feel of you. The warmth. Skin to skin contact.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long,” you whispered, and your hands trembled as they stroked over her back, her arms. 

She shook her head, looking up at you. “I understand. Or at least... I think I do.”

You hugged her closer. 

“I’m trying to,” she continued, and warmth threaded through your veins because you knew she really, truly was. 

“I love you,” you started, and she smiled into your chest. “I am so, so sorry.”

You felt her smile twitch, fingers stuttering over your skin. “Make it up to me?”

A quick nod. “Of course, baby. Anything. What do you need?”

And that’s how you found yourself here, now, Sally wrapped around your side and making noises that were working you up far too quickly.

Her mouth was locked on your neck, sucking and biting so hard you were sure she was drawing blood. 

Your fingers fluttered around her, over her hair, her back, her thighs. She wiggled against you, wedging a leg under yours and grinding down on your hip. 

You hummed, gripping your fingers into her skin. “Sally, baby...”

A low chuckle. An absolutely filthy lick. And then her mouth was on your ear. 

“Talk to me.”

You shuddered at the words, a breath more than a demand.

Her hips rolled down your side, fingers coming up to thumb over your ribs. You fought the shiver, squeezed your thighs together as your mouth went dry. 

“Alright, um... Yesterday I went looking for that sweater, right? But—“

A finger against your lips cut you off.

She tutted.

“Nah uh. Talk dirty to me.”

Your breath hitched and then just like that she was over you, hand around your throat as she ground down on your stomach. 

“S-Sally,” you choked out. She smirked, fingers tightening. “I’ve never... I-I don’t...”

“Try.”

She ground down on you again and your hips bucked. She pushed them down with her free hand, holding you against the mattress. 

“Sally, please. I need... I need to...”

You trailed off, biting your lip. But then she was leaning forward, her nose brushing against yours. 

“Talk to me.”

She nipped at your trapped lip and you released it, breath stuttering as her nails dug into your throat.

You could feel yourself flushing, could feel the blood pounding in your ears. The words were right there, right there, but you couldn’t get them out. 

She rolled her hips again, moaning low in the back of her throat as her fingers tightened, and then your vision started going spotty and you couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t think and—

“You’re so fucking sexy, Sally. Fuck, yes grind on me, come on me. Yes.”

Your eyes rolled back and you thought you might pass out, but then she released you, a growl underneath her laugh as she slid her hands down your chest, down your stomach, nails pricking into your sides. 

“That’s good, that’s so good,” she mumbled, throat bobbing as she slid against you. “More.”

Your hands found her hips and you set her pace, slowing her down. 

“More,” she whined, eyebrows pushing up. 

She was hungry, and your words were feeding her. And at that thought it became impossible to hold them in. Something snapped, and you let the pride fill you. You felt the dominance, right there, right at the edge of your grip. And you wanted it. Today, right now, you wanted it. So you bit down into the feeling like a poisoned apple, relishing the thrum of adrenaline running through your veins. 

“God, such a dirty little girl. So impatient. You can’t even slow down for me?”

She whined again and you smirked, slowing her down further and making it a point to dig your nails into her hips. 

“So needy, so pathetic.” 

She laughed then, her brows pulling together as her mouth fell open. “Fu-uck.”

“That’s it, such a good girl.” 

Another whine at the praise and you shoved her back, lifting your knee up, pulling her down on your thigh, and watching her face until she found that perfect angle. 

You hummed. “Use me, baby. Take what you want.”

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip and her eyes glistened with tears, your fingers loosening on her waist and letting her set her pace. You hummed as moans racked up her throat, sliding your hands up her sides and thumbing at her breasts. 

“Faster, that’s it.”

She stuttered over a sigh, a sob catching on her tongue. And then she was leaning forward, cheeks wet as she tried to press her lips to yours. 

You tutted, hand coming up to her jaw and holding her just inches from your mouth. You licked at her lip with the tip of your tongue, raising your brow when her eyes opened. 

“More.” 

She whimpered, wiggling her hips as she slid against your thigh. But you shook your head, tutting again and sliding your hand down to her throat. 

“I said more.” You squeezed, relishing the way her moan got caught under your fingers. “You’re not wet enough. Drench me.”

You felt the rush of arousal on your thigh and you smirked, gripping your free hand into her hip and forcing her down harder against your thigh. “That’s it, fuck yourself on me. Good girl.” 

A smile flickered over her lips, cracking the haze of arousal that was clouding her features. And you couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment, the way her tears slid down her cheeks, the way she licked at them as they dripped across her lips, smearing her lipstick. The way her mouth gaped open, head thrown back and hair starting to stick from the light sheen of sweat that always made her look ethereal. Otherworldly. 

When you spoke again your voice had gone hoarse. “God, you’re amazing. Take what you need from me, Sally.”

Her eyes were screwed shut and she nodded, humming softly. But then her nails scraped down your sides, leaving your skin stinging in their wake, and you snapped out of your daze, remembered what you were supposed to be doing, what she had asked so nicely for. So you bumped your leg up, making her gasp as her hands flew to your shoulders. 

Her wide eyes met yours and you quirked your head, biting your lip. 

“You okay?” Sally panted, thumbs stroking lightly over your shoulders in stark contrast to how roughly she had slid them down your ribs just seconds before. 

You only shook your head, gripping the hair at the nape of her neck and yanking her down to press your mouth against her ear. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” you growled, nipping at her earlobe. “How wet you make me when I watch you like this?”

“Fuck,” she mumbled, head pulled back and throat completely exposed, those perfect red scratches on her collarbones disappearing as her chest flushed. 

“Faster,” you whispered, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. “Faster.” 

She nodded, rolling her hips against your thigh. But you could hear how she caught her moans, pressing her lips together and biting down on any kind of sound threatening to push out of her. 

You knew how she got when she was this needy. When her brow scrunched in concentration, hands fumbling for some kind of purchase on anything she could reach. She craved more, but she would wait for permission. Because no matter how cool she played it, no matter how casual she wanted this to be, you knew she was terrified of losing you. And she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. Not when she was this vulnerable. 

You dragged your thumb over the dark marks you left below her jaw, down across her lips as you pulled away and pressed your forehead to hers. 

“I know you want it, Sally. I know you need it harder.” You nodded softly, tipping her chin up and forcing her to look you in the eye. “It’s okay. Take it. Take everything.”

And she did, her pace doubling, tripling with her breaths. In seconds she was gasping for air, her chest heaving as she dropped her head forward.

“My Sally. My dirty girl.”

She gasped, nodding violently as she reached sloppily, desperately for your hand on her face. She threaded your fingers together, holding onto you for dear life. “Yours.”

The word sent heat straight to your core, and you gripped her ass, forcing her legs farther apart as she slid against you. “Fuck, baby. Yes.”

“Yes,” she moaned, pulling your hand to her mouth and biting down on your knuckles. 

You nodded, keeping her pressed against you as she rocked her hips back, forcing her clit down against your thigh each time. “That’s it, just like that.”

She whined, teeth tightening around your fingers. And the feel of her tongue against your hand mixed with the sound of her sliding against her own arousal was almost too much. 

“So messy,” you murmured, running your fingers over any part of her you could reach. Hard, soft. Gentle and hot and desperate. 

She nodded, her groan vibrating against your fingers and sending shocks down your arm. God, you needed to fuck her properly, with your fingers inside of her and her clit under your tongue. But no, this is what she wanted. There was plenty of time for all of that later. Right now, she needed you. All of you, entirely for her pleasure. And you needed to distract yourself before the throbbing between your legs got any louder. 

“Do you get off thinking of me?” you asked softly, twisting your hand in her grip and pushing your thumb against her lips, her mouth thick with saliva as her tears fell faster. “Do your hands wander when I’m not looking?”

A nod. 

“Mhm, I know they do.”

You dragged your nails across her ass before pulling your hand away and spanking her just a bit harder than you should have. 

She cried out, but you pushed your thumb against her tongue, silencing her. She sucked it on instinct, teeth locking around your knuckle as you spanked her again. 

“Because you’re such a needy girl.”

A whine. 

You pulled your thumb out, dragging it down her lip, down her chin. Making her face as messy as your thigh as you spanked her again. Hard. 

Her mouth fell open, brow furrowing as she wiggled her hips down faster. 

“But only for me, right?”

She nodded again, but this time you yanked at her hair, hand falling from her jaw to her throat. And when her eyes flashed open you were right there, catching her lip between your teeth and growling against her mouth. 

“Say it. Who do you belong to, Sally?” 

You smirked as her hips stuttered, ducking your head as she tried to kiss you. 

“No. Say it.”

It took her a few breaths, a few tries to find her voice. But after gulping against your fingers a moan dropped from her lips, the word “you” falling right behind it. 

And you released her, nails raking back down to her waist and dimpling her skin. You wanted her bruised. You wanted her marked. You wanted her to look in the mirror and remember that she was yours. Forever. 

“Good girl.” 

She mumbled something, head thrown back as she rutted against you. 

You tutted. “Look at me when you talk to me.” 

She snapped her focus back to you, a smile playing on her lips. 

“I like you like this.”

“Like what?” Your hands tightened on her waist, egging her on, forcing her to go faster.

“Filthy.”

You moaned, the word shooting straight to your core, and you dropped your head back onto the pillow. 

You didn’t realize you had closed your eyes, squeezing them shut and relishing in the obscene sound of her sliding against her own arousal, until you felt water dripping on your stomach. 

She was above you, hands still gripped firmly into your sides, and her mouth was gaping open as tears fell down her cheeks. 

You groaned, heat building in your stomach. “Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, nails digging patterns into your skin. 

“Don’t lie to me, you needy girl.”

“I’m sorry,” she panted, eyes screwed shut.

“You think I don’t know you? Think I can’t tell what you need by how wet you are? By the way you fuck yourself on me? By the way you smell?”

You growled then, reaching up and yanking her down by her hair. 

She gasped, wailed, and then her mouth was on yours as she adjusted herself to the new angle. Her hips bucked, sliding and slipping and wiggling against you as she found the perfect piece of you to rib out all of her pleasure. 

Her tears were falling on your face now and her mouth was thick with saliva, licking you and biting you and gaping against yours. 

“What am I?” she panted into your mouth, hands braced on either side of your head.

“You know what you are,” you groaned, lip twitching. 

“Tell me.” 

You swallowed, biting at her lower lip and yanking her hair.

“You’re a slut. A dirty, fucking slut who can’t control herself and just takes whatever she wants.”

She giggled then, actually giggled against you, her tongue finding your ear and leaving a trail of wet behind it.

“You want to come?” you growled, hands tracing down her back to grip into her ass.

She nodded, hovering over you as her rhythm stuttered. 

“Alright then, you get to come. But only if you promise me one thing.”

Her response would have been a squeak if it wasn’t so hoarse with need. “Anything.”

“You’re too sexy, taking all of your pleasure off of me. And it’s not fair that I don’t get to play. So you get to come. But then after that, I’m going to ride your face until you can’t breathe.”

Her breath hitched, hips bucked.

“Because I need you, Sally. I need you under me, fucking me, eating me out. I want you to taste what you do to me.” 

Hot tears were falling, constantly, and you knew that was her tell. So when she nodded frantically and her nails raked over your shoulders, you grinned. A wicked, sinful grin that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Okay, then. Come for me. Now.”

[moral-turpitudes]

Could you write a story with 8 and 16 from angst Peaky prompts list? With Thomas Shelby x reader That would be great, thanks a lot! 😀

Here u go love!

Bets & Beatings:

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Violence/Fighting, Blood, Knives.

Characters: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1,608

Summary: Y/n gets a first-hand look into some Peaky business while at a horse race with Tommy. She had been warned about them while out with friends, but sometimes people ignore what they know, for what they want instead.

Requested by: anon

You sat with your hand resting in his, not knowing exactly what you were getting yourself into. About 10 months ago you had met Tommy at the Garrison while out with your friends. You two hit it off instantly, not knowing at the time that the men jokingly cheering him on in the distance were his brothers. You distinctly remembered your friend tensing up when he came over, a cold yet unguarded look in his eyes. He was drunk, but still handled himself better than over half of the pubs occupancy. 

“What do you drink miss?” He asked, licking his lips before rubbing a cigarette along his bottom lip and lighting it.

“Oh...um whiskeys fine...” You said, watching his ocean eyes pierce through yours.

Your friend quickly leaned over to you as he struck up a conversation with the bartender, whispering in your ear.

“My god look at his hat Y/n...he has a blade in it. He’s one of those Peaky Blinder men...be careful, they’re no good.” She said.

You quickly glanced at the small razor glinting from the peak of his cap, your eyes widening a bit at the realization. They were some of the most respected - yet feared people in Small Heath. They were also very wealthy and you knew from town gossip that they would pay cops hush-money regarding some of their “actions.” 

As you turned back to your nervous friend, you put a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. You weren’t scared or really on edge about him, which was odd, but all it did was make you curious.

As you turned back to him, you watched as he nodded at the bartender as he poured two shots of the brown liquid. You lifted an eyebrow at him as he didn’t put any money down for them.

“I’m Tommy Shelby, and a Shelby’s drinks are on the house.” He said before clinking his glass with yours. You smiled and knocked back your shot, the cool burn from it flowing down your throat.

“and I’m Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n...” You said winking and extending a hand to him. Instead of shaking it, he took it and gently kissed the top of it. 

As the night went on, your friends grew tired so they went home, but not before checking to make sure you were okay. With a wink, you sent them on their way and continued talking with Tommy, and eventually meeting his brothers.

You smiled at the memory as your hand still rested in his, the smoke from his cigarette filling your lungs as you waited for the boys, aunt Polly, and her son Michael to come in for the latest family meeting. About a month into your relationship you got to meet everyone and they fell in love with you, which was a huge weight lifted off your shoulders at the time.

Soon enough everyone came in, except for John who strolled in a tad later looking disheveled. You and Tommy smirked at each other as you both knew he was with Esme not long ago. 

“Hey John, nice of you to join us.” You said, next to Tommy who smirked.

“Oh fuck off.” He said jokingly.

“Alright, enough with the pleasantries, we have business to discuss.” Tommy said shortly after your remarks.

Everyone looked at him as did you, awaiting whatever crazy plan was going to come out of his mouth this time.

“We’re going to the races, but keep an eye out for a certain group of people. They’ll be wearing white suits. They fucked with some of the Lee’s things and we’re going to help them out a little bit since we’re on better terms now.” He said.

Y/n smirked slightly. “Is Peaky business funny to you love?” Tommy asked, lightening his stern tone slightly.

The smirk you had only grew. “No of course not, but I find white suits to be a hilarious looking dirt trap.” You said, cringing at the thought of a dirt and horse-shit covered suit. Tommy smirked and nodded in agreement.

“These men never had a good fashion sense dear. Luckily, you’re with the people who do.” Polly said walking by you and placing a hand in your shoulder. You clasped your hand over hers and smiled as Tommy continued. 

“We’re going to take over their books because we know horses, we know the odds, and we know what we’re doing.” He said. 

“Alright, well I’ll go get the car.” Michael said and left. Polly pulled you along to get ready in some race attire. You wore a nice hat with bright flowers adorning the top in extravagant fashion, and a black lace dress with black heels to match. Tommy and you rode separately so he could scope out the scene and get a feel for the place. He looked around slyly and you sipped your drink and made pleasant conversation with some nearby women. Lost in the chit-chat, you briefly lost sight of Tommy, panicking a bit until one of the women pointed past you in the distance. He was talking to one of the men in a white suit. Your eyes grazed down the man, his hair barely visible from his matching white top-hat. You smirked as you saw the hems of his pants slowly browning from the dirt covered tracks and stables. You walked near them and before you get to Tommy you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Not so fast Y/n. He’s working the bastards, don’t interrupt.” Arthur said.

“Oh. okay, I’ll just sit with Pol, watch the races I guess.” You said, seeing Polly taking a seat in the distance. 

“If you hear a bell toll three times, that’s our signal that something’s happened. You’ll meet us round back in that case.” He said motioning towards the dimly lit area behind the racetrack, near the stables. 

“Alright, thanks for the heads up.” You said patting his shoulder as you took another sip of your drink and taking a seat with Polly. 

You watched as Tommy came back to the boys and discussed something and then went over to you both. He sat by you, kissing your forehead as he often would.

You heard the trumpet signaling the start of the races, the jockeys mounted and the horses ready to go. Then a shrill bell rang once as they sprinted out, passing each other as dirt flung from their hooves. The horses had different names, each with a number on the silks of the jockeys and draping under their saddles. You looked at the program in your hand at the varying numbers by each horse. You were handed it when you had walked in. 

“That horse there went up 5 to 1, instead of 15 to 1. We got them to change it. More people will bet on the 5 to 1 because it’s considered a favorite.” He explained, motioning to a black horse. But you had your eye on a leaner one. It was a beautiful gray color, and you read its name was “Up in Smoke.” You watched as it raced around the track, speeding past the others while still at 23 to 1 odds. “Oi. Now this gray one might do it though, it’s more of an underdog. Now that one will bring in some money.” He said and you smiled.

You saw them go neck and neck and you cheered as your favorite horse won.

“You liked that one aye?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.” You said. You glanced at him as he looked at it’s trainers in the distance. You tensed as you saw a couple of the men in white suits near the black horse that came in second, their faces full of anger as they realized Tommy and the boys fucked with their earnings. 

Tommy noticed too and quickly left to head towards the back near the stables with the rest of the boys following in shifts to not cause suspicion. You nervously sat with Polly as the second race was about to start. Then your stomach dropped as you heard three bells in the distance. “Let’s go.” Polly said, guiding you to the back where Tommy and the boys went. You entered the dimly lit room warily, scared of what you’d see. 

You held back a scream as you saw Arthur, Tommy and two of the men in white suits fighting, each of them covered in blood. Polly took your hand and tugged you towards the exit but you stood there silently, watching to make sure Tommy and Arthur were okay. You shuddered as you caught Tommy pulling out a blade and slitting the mans throat, covering him in blood as Arthur beat the other man to a pulp. Tommy turned around panting a bit and saw you standing there, Polly looking down with her hands folded, waiting for them to be done, but you just stood there staring at him. He walked towards you as his brothers came through, Arthur going to the car after being dragged off the guy by John. 

“Y/n...” Tommy said, walking towards you carefully. 

“Don’t-don’t touch me.” You said, avoiding his hand moving to touch your shoulder, the blood dripping off it. “...not until you wash that shit off.” You said, gulping and looking away. 

“They warned me about you...they really did.” You said, thinking back to that night in the bar with your friends. 

He looked at your bewildered expression, and then glanced at the blood-stained white suits of the men he killed for the bets and for the Lee’s. 

Smirking at his handy work, he turned back to you. 

“That’s just business, sweetheart.”

[maryniss]

Neck

Rating:Explicit

Relationships: Tendous Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Summary: And right now you are smelling really good, Wakatoshi-kun~”

Additional tags:

Anal Sex 

Anal Fingering 

No Plot/Plotless 

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot 

man i tell u no fucking plotttttt

Notes:uhm a horny fic from a horny half-asleep writer whose first language aint english, u do know what that means

Tendou loved everything about his boyfriend. The icy glare others found scary, he found somehow cute. His apparently lack of emotions couldn’t get Tendou fooled, not even the first time they met. As he got to spend more time with his little Ushi, he started to see parts of him that no one knew about. And he loved that.

And, of course, he loved that his boyfriend was playing volleyball, and the reason was kind of oblivious. Tendou, always honest, never actually told Ushijima how much he loved his body, but made sure to show him.

His favorite part was his neck. Tendou had no idea why; it just was. So, whenever they were alone, much like right now...

Well, right now he was wrapping his arms around Ushijima’s body from behind, trapping him against him, pulling him closer and closer, feeling warm skin emanating that smell, that smell of sweat and something else Tendou could never recognize. He loved how Ushijima smelled.

“You smell good, Wakatoshi-kun.”, whispered the red haired into his boyfriend’s ear.

“Really? I think I smell as I usually do.”

“Ihm, really good.” Tendou pressed delicate kisses on the soft skin of his boyfriend’s neck. He raised his hand to cup Ushijima’s jaw, gingerly stroking it while tilting it so he could nestle his head further.

“Wakatoshi-kun, what do you do when you smell something good?” Ushijima thought for a second and gave a perfectly honest answer, as he always did.

“I guess I want to see where it is coming from. If we talk about food, I would definitely try to eat it.” Tendou nibbed gently at Ushijima’s ear lobe. 

“Ihm, for me is the same. And right now you are smelling really good, Wakatoshi-kun~”. Tendou started to leave more open kisses to his boyfriend’s neck, gently biting and then tracing the marks he left with his tongue. He felt Ushijima shudder, just a little bit, as his face was growing redder and redder.

“Wakatoshi-kun, I always forget how easy your skin gets marked.” Tendou bit a little harder on that exact sensitive spot that he knew made his boyfriend shudder, right under his collarbone.

“It’s ok, tomorrow I don’t have practice...”. Ushijima’s sentence finished mid-air as he felt Tendou’s cold fingers slide under the hem of his hoodie, lazily tracing unpredictable lines, with a feather-light touch.

“So, no practice tomorrow, Wakatoshi-kun? Then everything is fine.” And with that being said, Tendou took his boyfriend’s face with one hand and guided his lips towards his, starting a delicate kiss, as they always do. Gradually, Tendou opened his mouth and Ushijima let him slid his tongue inside. Their teeth clashed and that send electric bolts through both of them. Tendou pulled away, living Ushijima dumb-founded. 

“Take that hoodie of yours of.” His boyfriend nodded and raised it above his head, where it remained blocked for one second. Tendou didn’t waste any time and aimed directly for Ushijima’s nipple. He felt him stiff for a bit, then relax and finally pulling his hoodie off, interweaving his thick fingers in Tendou’s red hair, that was now damp due to the lack of gel.

“Mhhm, Tendou~”

“Yes, Wakatoshi-kun?” The red haired answered his boyfriend before he moved to the other nipple, tracing his tongue over it and then biting teasingly. Ushijima, du to Tendou’s satisfaction, was already panting slightly. But, to be honest, he never really resisted teasing.

“Let’s do it...” His breath caught in his throat as he felt Tendou’s long fingers easily slipping under the hem of his pants and a little down further.

“Oh, Wakatoshi-kun, that was the plan from the start.” And Tendou pulled Ushijima’s pants and boxers down in a swift move, throwing them aside, God knows where.

“The lube, Wakatoshi-kun.” Ushijima stretched over and grabbed the bottle from under the bed and opened the cap, ready to pour some on Tendou’s fingers. 

“Neah, neah, Wakatoshi-kun, I won’t prepare you tonight. You’ll do it yourself.” Tendou smirked and took the lube, poured a generous amount on Ushijima’s fingers and stared at him, as his boyfriend added one finger, pumping it out and in slowly.

“How does that feel, Wakatoshi-kun? Is it good~?”

“Mhm, yes...”, a moan escaped Ushjima’s open mouth as he put another finger in his hole. “Though, your fingers are -aah- longer.” He added a third and all Tendou could do was to look.

“You know that you are so beautiful, right, Wakatoshi-kun? I love you...” Tendou traced the curves of Usijima’s muscles with both hands, from his arms, to his chest, to his tonified abs.”...so much.”

“Ihm, Tendou~” “Yes, Toshi, dear?”

“I can’t wait anymore...I am ready, right now.” Tendou smirked and lowered himself, kissing his boyfriend’s neck, biting and sucking and enjoying the way the man was shivering below him.

Tendou got up and pulled his pants down to reveal that he wasn’t wearing boxers. And to reveal something else too. He had a preservative already prepared and put it quickly on his hard length. Ushijima was waiting for him on the bed, panting, his eyes closed.

He barely got any time to react when he felt Tendou get back on the bed. His boyfriend opened his legs, parting them as much as he could and aligning himself with Ushijima’s hole.

And then he slid in, only half-away. Ushijima grasped the sheets below him, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

“How’s that?”

“It’s good, please-mhm- go further.” And, so Tendou did. He pushed himself balls deep, letting his boyfriend to get used to it, and then he started to move, slowly, as he always did.

“Tendou~no teasing anymore.” Ushijima’s tone was low, lower than usual and his eyes sparkled with a dark look. This was one of the things that only Tendou got to see. He loved it.

“Well, the, if you’re looking at me like that, then you can’t expect me to hold back..” And he didn’t. He started to pound hard into Ushijima, that could not stop the sounds coming from him anymore. When Tendou found his prostate, he screamed and the red haired boy quickly silenced him with a sloppy and heated kiss.

“Shh, Wakatoshi-kun, or you’‘ll wake the others.” Ushijima nodded and buried his face into the crook of Tendou’s neck, biting hard, hard enough to make the other man moan loud.

The sound Tendou made almost sent Ushijima over the edge.

“Tendou-I think I am about..” “Yes, Wakatoshi-kun, I know, shh...I will take care of you.” And with that he grabbed Ushijima’s neglected cock into his hand and started pumping it in rhythm with his trusts.

It finished in less than a minute. Tendou was sitting atop his boyfriend, placing butterfly kisses wherever he could. He smirked when he saw the almost purple marks on his boyfriend’s neck.

“So, you are saying that you don’t have practice tomorrow, right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Yeah, it is Friday and all the team has a day off.” Tendou looked puzzled.

“Toshi, tomorrow is Thursday.” 

Wakatoshi snapped his eyes open. Oops.

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 4 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Revelations

Part 4! Thank you so much for all of the support guys, it literally supercharges me to write more! I love all of you and let me know what you think. Feel free to try and guess what mystery is lying in between these pages ;) Love you! 

Warnings - this is the car chase scene, so very minor violence and tons of fluff

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Early the next morning, our favorite trio were flying down Siskiyou County Line, just on the border of California. Fueled on coffee, stale donuts, and lemon poppyseed muffins, they were ready to seize the day (mostly). Tom once again sat behind the steering wheel with Sonic sitting shotgun (though there was barely any point since he turned around to face Y/n so often) and Y/n situated in the middle of the backseat. 

And still… no seat belts. Because who needs seat belts when you’re flying down a county line going sixty miles per hour? Not these people, I tell you. 

“So, what’s on your guys’ bucket lists?” Sonic asked out of curiosity. “Me?” Y/n asked, and Sonic nodded excitedly.

“Yeah, everyone has a bucket list, right?” Tom nodded as a verification, but still tilted his head to the side in thought, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at the blue hedgehog.

“Well, yeah, but I mean, you’re the one leaving earth. Y/n and I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.” Sonic chuckled mischievously next to him. 

“Oh, don’t be so sure! Your best friend is a magnet for danger,” Sonic taunted smugly. Y/n chuckled softly from the backseat. Her father, however, wasn’t quite that amused.

“Oh, so you’re anointing yourself as the bestie?” Sonic hummed in response. “A little presumptuous, but…” Sonic and Y/n both furrowed their brows in confusion, staring at Tom as he refocused on the road before him. “Look, I like you, but we’re not best friends. And frankly, I don’t think you and Y/n are best friend material either.”

“Wait, what?” Y/n scoffed, leaning in on the console and staring daggers at her father. “I think I have the right to say who is and isn’t my friend, and I already claimed Sonic as my best friend so-”

“Your loss,” Sonic finished for her. The two smiled smugly at one another and exchanged a proud high five. Tom chuckled at the defeat, but was secretly just glad that his daughter finally found someone other than her parents to be her friend. Sure, she had spent time with Crazy Carl and was able to hold decently long conversations with others, but other people her age were just… a little judgemental. Even though Sonic may be a chaotic, energetic, potentially dangerous hedgehog, at least he gave Y/n someone to confide in.

“So, getting back to the topic of bucket lists…” Sonic trailed off, eyeing the two humans to signify that he wanted them to start talking. Y/n sighed, looking out the window as they passed by a patch of giant oak trees.

“If I were to give you everything on my bucket list, we’d be here for a very long time,” she laughed. “But if you ever come back to earth, we can go over it sometime.” Sonic’s eyes bugged out in excitement.

“I am holding you up to that promise,” he smiled before turning back to Tom. “And you?” Tom breathed deeply, running the ideas through his head. 

“Alright, I guess there is one thing,” Sonic and Y/n waited for him to continue as he paused for dramatic effect. “In Green Hills, I’ve always felt more like a babysitter than a cop, you know? So I want a chance to prove myself, under real, heavy pressure. Me, Y/n, and Maddie are going to move to San Francisco and I’m going to become a street cop. And, I don’t know, see if I have what it takes.” He finally looked back down at Sonic only to see his features contorted to one of what looked like a mix of disgust, shock, and betrayal. Y/n’s simply morphed into one of sadness as the idea of leaving was once again brought to the table.

“W-what?” Tom asked, Sonic’s face making him uncomfortable. “Why is your face doing that?”

“You’re leaving Green Hills?” Sonic asked them, his tone having an added sharpness that neither of them had heard before. “Did you know about this?” Sonic turned to Y/n, his jaw clenched and eyes wide. Y/n’s e/c eyes filled with sadness as she looked down to the floor in guilt, giving him all the answers he needed. Tom breathed out heavily.

“Okay-”

“B-b-but why? Why would you want to leave Green Hills?” 

“I don’t!” Y/n protested, but Tom sent her a stern look to keep quiet. She looked back down at the floor again, only making Sonic more ticked off.

“This may come as a shock to you, but Green Hills is a very small town,” Tom explained. 

“It is not small,” Sonic scoffed. “There are hundreds of people.” “That’s a small town, dude!”

“It’s a perfect town and the people need you! Both of you!” Sonic turned to Y/n, who was doing everything within her power to not cry. “I’ve seen the way that the people talk to you. They may think that you’re different, but there’s only one you. When Crazy Carl needed help setting up his traps for me, he asked for you. When that fat lady from the bakery needed someone to drive to the mills for extra flour, she called you. And as for you-” He turned back to Tom, leaving an awestruck Y/n, but was interrupted by the man.

“Please, all that they have me do is clean out gutters and jump start their cars in the winter. And they may call Y/n for those things too, but they could call anyone!” Tom rolled his eyes. Y/n’s gaze softened as she tried to process in her mind everything that was happening. 

“Sure they could call anyone, but they don’t. But they call you guys.” Sonic laid his final card on the table. Tom pursed his lips, not really being able to find another viable excuse for himself. Sonic turned to Y/n only to see her with her eyes already fixed on him, tears glittering just behind her e/c orbs. In the heat of the moment, none of them had noticed the Robotnik-style drone barrelling towards them down the road. It was only when the device shot a typhoon straight through the window, narrowly missing Y/n’s head by an inch, and embedded itself into the dashboard that they all noticed. Y/n let out a glass shattering scream as she ended up slamming against the side of the backseat, in momentary shock from the near death experience. Tom let out a gasp as the vehicle began to sputter, swerving along the road as the drone began to try and reel the truck in. Sonic, however, was still locked inside their heated debate as he stood up on the seat and stared down at Tom.

“You know what? I was wrong, you’re not the Donut Lord at all. You’re more like the Jerk Lord!” Sonic sneered, his anger getting the better of him. Because of Tom’s inability to control the erratic movements of the truck, Y/n kept getting tossed around in the backseat like leftovers getting shoved into the back of the fridge. 

“Can you not see the typhoon literally stuck in our dash?” Tom cried out in annoyance. The drone increased its velocity, causing the truck to go slamming into the fenders on the side of the road. Y/n yelped as she got tossed to the opposite side of the truck while Sonic got thrown out the window.

“Sonic!” She screamed, fear filling her veins as she quickly shoved her head out the window to check on her friend. Luckily, he was alright, clinging onto the hood of the car for dear life. But something was… off. 

“I was forced from my home. Your home is perfect and you’re leaving it. Why would you do that?” Sonic cried out, his body becoming full of electric blue bolts of energy. His eyes began to burn a luminescent blue as he stared at Tom, his emotions causing the adrenaline to soar above normal levels. Y/n watched with wide eyes as the electricity cast a blue shadow across her face. 

“S-Sonic, you’re… glowing!” She stuttered. He quickly looked down and gasped.

“No, no, not again!” Tom quickly slammed on the brakes after giving him a slight warning, but Sonic’s grip wasn’t tight enough as he came flying off the hood, straight over the car.

“Sonic!” Y/n’s voice got lost in the wind as Sonic curled up into an electric ball of energy, and slammed underneath the tire of the Robotnik drone. She watched in pure awe, half of her body hanging out of the truck by now, as the drone went airborne. Her mouth fell open as Sonic disappeared behind it just as the drone crashed into the pavement. Tom quickly made a sharp U-turn, practically tossing Y/n out the window in the process as they quickly made their way back. Before the truck even slowed down to a stop, Y/n kicked the door open and raced out towards the drone, ignoring her father's yells to get back in the truck. 

"Sonic!" She screamed, trying to calm her panicking mind. Her footfalls skidded to a stop as she finally found Sonic lying on the ground. "Sonic?" She gently touched the side of his face, a move that startled him awake. He let out a slight groan, clutching his head as she quickly helped him up. 

"I guess I had a bonus life," he joked. Y/n let out a laugh, even though there were still tears in her eyes. Sonic gave her a reassuring smile and gently squeezed her hand. It was only then that he realized the damage had caused and let out a joyful whoop. "Oh my god, are you guys seeing this? I took that thing out!" The hedgehog jumped up onto his feet and began doing the floss in order to express his excitement, making Y/n laugh beside him. Even Tom chuckled from his position behind the wheel.

"How are you not dead?" He called.

"I have no idea!" Sonic cheered, doing a bunch of exotic spins.

"Emergency Vial Removal initiated." Sonic and Y/n froze. His emerald eyes met hers in confusion, and the two slowly turned to face the destroyed drone. 

"Did that thing just-"

"Yeah, it just spoke…" Y/n nodded, lifting herself onto her feet and slowly approaching the drone with caution. As she began to grow closer, a little divider suddenly opened between the mechanics of the drone, revealing a small metal box. She tilted her head to the side in confusion. Sonic was by her side in seconds doing the same thing. 

"What is that?" He asked. Y/n shrugged, but for some reason she felt a compulsion to take it. Like it was meant for her. Hesitantly, she began to inch her hand towards the box, glancing around the other mechanics skeptically in case there were any defense agencies waiting to strike. Fortunately, there were none. She quickly snatched the box out of the divider and turned so that Sonic could see it too. 

"Fancy," he breathed. "Open it!"

"What if it's a bomb?" Y/n asked uncertainty, eyeing her friend. He sent her a knowing smirk, placing his hands on his hips.

"When was the last time someone put a bomb in a metal box?" 

"Fair," Y/n sighed. She hooked her thumb underneath the opening, and her breath hitched with the anticipation. Counting down from three internally, once she finally reached zero, she flicked the box open. 

They gasped in horror.

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"Oh gross!" Sonic scrunched up his nose as he held up one of the glass vials. "It looks like piss!" 

"I don't think it is," Y/n shook her head, holding up the other one to the light. There were two little vials with corks sitting snugly inside the box. One was the shade of, well, urine, and the other one was an ice blue. As they were inspecting the flasks, Y/n noticed the white labels on the bottom of the vials. Her mouth dropped open. 

"What? This doesn't make any sense..." The one she held had one big word listed: Y/n, her name. The words "Emergency Reversal" were listed in a much smaller font beneath it. She turned to look at Sonic's and saw that it was the exact same thing, only it was Sonic's name on the top. The two stared at each other with wide, confused eyes.

“What does emergency reversal mean?” Sonic asked. You could practically hear Dr. Robotnik flipping out as he watched the two begin to start remembering on his screen. One of his main jobs had been to make sure that those vials never got lost, and what did he manage to do? The one failure in his life and this was it? 

Y/n opened her mouth to speak when a loud whirring sound suddenly came from the crashed drone. She slowly set the vials back down in the box and watched with worried eyes. Sonic must have had another one of his feelings as his heart began to pound in panic, his first instinct being to get Y/n as far away from this thing as possible.

“We gotta get out of here!” Without any warning, he swiftly scooped Y/n up into his arms (with the box still snugly held in her hands) and sped off back to the truck. He gently set Y/n back into the backseat just as Tom was picking up speed back down the road. Her face turned bright red with his carefulness and the fact that he had picked her up bridal style in order to protect her. She shook her head, blinking her e/c eyes rapidly in an attempt to shake the butterflies going insane in her stomach. Sonic got settled back into the passenger seat and they both turned to look out the rear view window. They had turned just in time to see what looked like a miniature version of the drone pop out from it’s underside and make its way after the truck like a starved and love deprived child. 

“I think that drone just had a baby,” Sonic voiced his thoughts, green eyes wide. As Y/n’s eyes followed the baby drone’s advancements carefully, a very faint sound suddenly invaded her ears. She stiffened, looking around the inside of the truck in confusion. Tom was focused on trying to control the vehicle while Sonic was keeping an intense eye on the enemy, calculating what his next move would be in order to save them. As she looked around, she began to notice that it seemed like the noise wasn’t any random noise, it was a song. No words, just vocalizing.

High and low, then high and low again. Short and mystical, but it was there. “Do you guys hear that?” She asked, furrowing her brows.

“Hear what?” Tom looked confused. 

“I don’t hear anything,” Sonic responded, keeping his eyes trailed on the baby drone as it lifted its top to reveal some sort of shooter. It spat out what looked like a heavy metal plate with bright red lasers littering its surface. You would have thought it might have just skidded across the pavement, but it seemed to have a mind of its own as it made its way at a steadily increasing speed towards the truck.

“Look out!” Y/n yelled, hugging the metal box to her chest. At the sudden closeness, she realized just as Tom swerved the vehicle that the singing was coming from the box. Sonic climbed into the backseat with her and slid out into the bed, giving her a reassuring smile when she quickly reached for his arm, fear in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her hair blowing into her face. 

“I’ll be fine,” he told her, looking back at the drone. 

“Where’s he going?” Tom called back. Sonic grit his teeth in slight resentment.

“Just drive the car, I’ll handle this,” he jumped over the tailgate, making sure to hook his arm over the edge so he didn’t fall off. “And if I don’t make it, just ditch me. You seem to be good at that.”

Sonic watched with close eyes as the drone spat out three more of the disks, jumping off the tailgate at just the right time so he landed on two of them. Y/n stuck her head out the window once again and could do nothing but watch in amazement as he skated towards the drone on the things that it was trying to use to kill him. Her eyes widened as he smirked, expertly flipping off of the plates while grabbing one in the process and landing on top of the drone, looking straight into the camera. 

“Hey everyone and welcome back to my live stream! Today I’m showing you how to destroy robots. Step one!” And he stuck the plate onto the camera, causing it to instantly malfunction. He sped back into the truck, landing safely on Y/n’s legs as she climbed back into the truck.

He. Was. Amazing.

“That was incredible!” She cheered with him as they watched the drone, shorting out, practically commit suicide by swerving to the side and dying. Even Tom was grinning as he looked back to see Sonic’s job well done. Unfortunately, it was very short lived as yet another drone came racing out of the other one’s side. Only this one looked like an extension of one of the tires with an added bonus of a camera and some personality traits. 

“This guy really needs a hobby,” Y/n groaned, slamming her head against the seat in annoyance. As the drone came nearer to them, she suddenly got an idea. “Dad, can you do me a favor?” Tom quickly unbuckled and switched spots with Sonic, telling him to keep the car going straight. No, it probably was not the best idea to let a hedgehog drive, but Y/n was twice the size of him and needed someone to hold onto her and make sure she didn’t go falling out of the vehicle. 

She quickly kicked open the door and grabbed Tom’s old baseball bat that he had kept sitting on the floor of the backseat. Her veins were pumping with adrenaline as she carefully climbed halfway out of the car, hooking her foot into the tiny slot where people could put their stuff but never do of the truck. The wind caused her hair to go flying around her face as she tightened her grip on the bat, making sure that Tom had a good arm wrapped around her waist and the other tightly holding onto her leg. 

The drone neared the car once more, protruding spikes in an attempt to pop their tires. A surge of anger went through her as she grit her teeth, swinging in for the kill only to miss. 

“What the fuck, get over here you little piece of trash!” She growled. For once, Tom didn’t say anything about her language. Probably because he was thinking the same thing. Sonic suddenly swerved the truck to the right, glancing over at Y/n worriedly. 

“Quick suggestion, try rolling yourself up into a ball and smashing it with your body,” he attempted to try and lighten the mood. Tom let out a yelp as he swerved again, nearly sending Y/n out the door. She gritted her teeth and attempted to swing again.

“Where’d you learn how to drive?” Tom yelled angrily. 

“From this manual, it’s happening right now!” Sonic yelled back excitedly. Y/n went in for another strike, letting out a frustrated groan as she accidentally hit the gas cap instead of her intended target. Was it just her, or was the drone looking smugly at her? It didn’t even have a face, but the feeling… the feeling was there. That asshole.

“Bring it in closer!” She called. 

“What?”

“Hit the brakes!” Tom yelled. It took him a couple tries, but once he found it and slammed it on, it sent both the drone and Y/n slamming into the side door. She let out a slight groan in pain, but refocused on the advantage and swung as hard as she could, letting out all of the pent up anger and frustration she had been keeping in for years on the little robot. It let out a small whine, struggling to keep upright, and then finally crumbled onto the road. A small smile grew onto her face as she let out a whoop, Tom reeling his daughter back into the car and giving her a tight hug. 

“You are never doing that again,” he told her, overjoyed that she was safe. 

The joy ride wasn’t over yet, however, for as soon as the trio had finally gotten back into their regular positions and settled down, yet another drone came floating by Sonic’s open window.

“Aww,” he cooed at the tiny little drone the size of a horsefly. “This one is cute, let’s keep ‘em.” The second he finished his sentence, he instantly regretted it. Y/n let out a shriek as it began the slow process of cutting off the roof of the car with what appeared to be very small, but very dangerous lasers. Smoke and flames began to slide over the windshield as it made its way around.

“Come on!” Tom cried in annoyance.

“Seriously man, take up knitting or something!” Y/n groaned, batting at it as it came to her side. Finally, the entire roof was taken off, flying past the truck bed and landing somewhere that would probably get someone else in a car accident. All three let out a scream from the impact. 

“You’ve got car insurance, right?” Sonic asked worriedly. To make matters even worse, and because Robotnik has nothing better to do with his free time, another helicopter robot came flying into view. This time, Sonic was able to catch it. Y/n leaned in closer behind him as she watched him inspect it.

“Buzz off,” he scoffed, detaching the wings from the tiny body. The second that the two were separated, the body began to emit a rapid ticking sound. 

“Uh oh,” Y/n’s heart stopped. “Beeping isn’t good.”

“What? Beeping is never good, get it away!” Tom cried out, alarms ringing off in his brain. There were already wanted signs of his and his daughter’s faces all over town, the last next thing he needed was to have the two kids in his care wind up dead on the side of the road. Sonic made many attempts to shake the thing off, but they were all futile. It seemed like the bot had some sort of imbedding device as it stuck onto his glove like velcro.

“I can’t get it off!” He cried out, even Y/n trying to help him take it off. Tom quickly pulled over off the side of the road. The second they were near the woods, Sonic flew out of the car, trying every position he could think of to try and get it off. Finally, he stopped, looking around in confusion.

“Did I get it?” He asked, standing with the bot glued to his furry blue forehead.

“No,” Y/n jumped out of the car and ran over to him, followed by her father. She used a tissue to remove it from his head and threw it as far as she could, but it remained stuck to her hand. Her breathing became rapid as she struggled to shake it off, Tom grabbing her hand and holding it still so Sonic could peel it off. In a matter of very stressful seconds, he was finally able to take it off, setting it down on a rock. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief next to him.

“Haha! Nailed it!” Sonic cried out, holding his hand up for a high five. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she held up her hand for him, the two standing a bit too close than they should have been to the rock.

The ticking finally came to a stop and the bomb exploded, taking Y/n and Sonic with it. The world went black for the two as they crashed into the ground. 

The only sound to be heard was Tom’s frantic screaming. 

♡ a.a.

[chasejackson-fan]

Chapter 1 - Trapped in a closet - I Hate U, I Love U

[June] I wake up with my father yelling at my uncle. This was not the way I wanted to wake up today. - June! - my mother screams. - Coffee is on the table! Don't expect your father! Sigh. It had been happening since the beginning of the summer. I look at the calendar. Today is the first day at Wakefield University, one of the best universities in the region. I get out of bed, stretch out and touch my toes and open the window for my cat to leave. I take a shower and start packing my backpack. I wear a white sweater, a blue jacket, black jeans and teal sneakers. I go down the stairs. - Buenos dias family. - I say taking my toast. - Buenos días, June - my mother caresses. - How did you sleep? - Good. Where's the father? "Fighting with your uncle," she rolls her eyes. - Again. I laugh. My mom finds it ridiculous that my dad yelling at her brother. I take a bite of my cheese and ham toast. I look at the clock. - Mom. I have to go. - Good class, dear - my mother handed me the key. - We'll be late today. - OK. - I open it and face Frank O’Sullivan at the door. Her curly black hair was combed. His blue eyes were intimidating and looking at me as if he were an obstacle in his path. And he had an upright posture. - So ... - he looks at me. - Where are you going, June? I was uncomfortable. - Going to college. - I would go down the stairs, but he stops me. - Why don't you stay? - he asks me. - To see your father lose the argument. - Your kindness moves me. - I said sarcastically. - Frank, don't you think it's done? a voice came from behind him. A tall boy with brown hair, black eyes and Caucasian skin says with his hand on the backpack strap. I've seen him. Ryan Sullivan. - Don't move, Reynolds - Frank looks at me. - If I see your cat at my house again, I'll cut her throat. Understood? - Got it. - he smiles maliciously. - Give her the cat, Jack. A second person takes off his hood and reveals Jack Sullivan asking his cousin to hand him Angelina. He had grown up over the holidays. Her hair was blacker and her midnight blue eyes were more beautiful. Like I look into his eyes. Why did I think that? He looked at me and I froze. He started walking towards me and I started to repair beard strands. Angelina was purring in his arms. Usually she scratched or bit the people who held her but for Jack, the cat was calm. Why does she stay calm in his hands? - Here's Angelina. - he says. - She's not to blame. - Huh? - I scratch her ear. - Thanks for saving my cat. - You're welcome - Frank had already entered my house. - Don't you want to go with us? I said yes with the head. Okay, I went on my way to college with two boys that I shouldn't talk to. Well, they are cool. Ryan took the lead while Jack and I stayed behind. - How was your vacation? - I asked. - It was ... ordinary. - You're lying. - Okay, it was cursing, fights and grass to cut. - he finishes the sentence. - Is that you? - My summer was complicated. There was that thing about Benny ... - Benny? he asked me, raising an eyebrow. - Benny. Benny BeCat. The mayor's son. - Ah, the rich man's son - he scratches the back of his neck. - Most don't like him. But he is a good person. - He's very good people. Moving on, he was promised. But I know he doesn't like me and he only sees me as a friend and I know that he is madly in love with Natalie Ferrari. - They are together. - Together? As a couple? - As a couple. - he shows me a photo of the two kissing behind a tree. - Dirk sent me the photo. - That Dirk ... - that's when I touched myself. - So if they are together it means that ... - That you and I can't marry them.

I felt happy for them and that I was no longer promised. I could be free to choose who I could fall in love with. We arrived at the school. - Look, I may not like you but I care about you. - He puts his hand on my shoulder. - Good class. - To you too. He comes in and I blush. - Speak, cousin! - Amanda gives me a push. - Are you thinking about who cousin? - Nothing! - I exclaim. - I wasn't thinking about anyone. - No one, right? - she looks at me with a smile. - No, you weren't thinking about Jack Sullivan who wished you a good class. No… - she made a movement with her hand. - You weren't thinking about him ... Not at all ... This is my cousin. She looks like a sister bothering me. - Did you hear that? - But of course! - Amanda gives me a naughty smile. - I have to hear all the information about your future boyfriend. - I ... - I blush. - I don't think of him that way. - I will pretend that I believe. Joey, Álvaro, come on, you softies! - Are your brothers giving you trouble? - Much work. Álvaro already gave me a hug and Joey gave me a smile. - All right with you? - All right, June. - Álvaro makes a thumbs up. - My brother is already in love. - Oh yes? - Amanda looks at Joey. - We are on the first day and you are already flirting? - Relax ... - Joey looks at me. - But she was also flirting. - What? - I asked. - With Jack Sullivan. Álvaro, help me here. - he and his brother positioned themselves. - This is going to be a good one. - "I may not like you but I care about you" - Joey takes a rose. How did that rose appear? - Guys ... - I wanted them to stop. - Then he says good class and you tell him too. - It was for education! - OK. Let's stop before you punch us. We entered 10 minutes before and we were talking until I saw a shadow and before I saw who it was, it was no longer there. [Amanda] After half past fifteen, I had an idea of ​​genius. I decided to do that today. - You can go ahead. - Are you sure? - Álvaro takes the backpack. - Have. See you later. - See you later. And they went home. I have to see if the boys are still here. I see Ryan and Quint playing Myth-Magic in the cafeteria. - Why did you get Poseidon? I could use Zeus. - Quint complains. - Boys! - I call and the two turn around. - Can you help me with a bid here? - You can talk. - Do you like it when June and Jack are together? The two smile and tell my plan of genius to bring the two lovebirds together. - And could you call Hunk? - I say looking at Ryan. - Yes, I do. And gets up from the chair and leaves. [Ryan] I know where Hunk is. I go to the dance room and find him shirtless dancing belly dancing. - Ahhh hi Hunk. He sees me, pauses the music and takes a bottle of water. - Hi Ryan - he smiles. - What are you doing at school after hours? - Playing Myth-Magic with Quint. - Ah. It was our thing when we were still dating. And he didn't look upset. - So you want something? - Actually, yes - and I told you our plan. - Do you really want to do that? - Hunk smiles. - I'm inside. - Great! - I was glad he didn't say no. - And could you wear a shirt?

- Clear. - he dressed, closed the door and says he has a date with Pedro and does not want to be late. - Let the games begin! [Jack] I always draw in the art room after the bell rang. And you can call me a stalker, but I know that June is practicing drums in the music room. So I have all the time in the world. Only not. - Look! The rainbow child - I know that disgusting voice. I turn around and see Filip McClain. - Hi, McClain. You are better than that. - I say sarcastically. - That's what we're going to see ... - and it's already on me. Dodgy and I leave the room. - There is! Eat dust. Two turns to the left and I stop to rest. - Sullivan! And that was the signal to keep running. I arrived at the physical education room and had no places to hide. - Hey, Jack. - June takes my shoulders. - What are you doing running like crazy? - Running away from Filip McClain. - I heard the noise in the music room. Oh shit. - What's it? I look in the direction where she was looking and see Filip watching the scene. - We will! - she takes my hand and guides me to a closet. Close and lock the door and put your hand on my mouth. I smell your hair and it smells like French vanilla. - Damn it! - I hear him curse. - Okay, he left. - she takes her hand out of my mouth. She unlocks and pushes the door. - Oh no. - What's it? - I push the door and it doesn't move. - We are stuck. - Just now did you notice? she said thickly. - Excuse! I'm going into despair! We stopped and wondered what we were going to do. - Try to hold the handle and I kick the door. she suggests. I grab the handle and she gets ready. She kicks and believe it if you want, it worked. - Thank God that worked. - June picks up her backpack. - Are you coming or not? We were walking home, she stops in front of me and says: - I may not like you but I care about you. - she does something that surprises me. She gives me a kiss on the cheek. - Good night. - Good night ... - she enters the house and I am smiling at nothing. And I think it is better to go to my house before it is a problem.

[okaybutlikeimagine]

Ticklis

Ah yes… Ticklis……. Beautiful. ♥

(just kidding, dear, you’re so cool and so sweet for liking and reblogging so much of my stuff and i love you♥)

Here’s the REAL ask:

And honestlYYYYY I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT BEFORE YOU ASKED. And i just…… i jUST

Hi, Billy is ticklish. ♥

I debated it a bit in my head when i was thinking about this before this ask got sent. Bc I’m like….. So ticklish it’s actually ridiculous?? and it’s bc my skin is just really sensitive and we don’t need to go into this but yEAH i was thinking about how maybe after all of the abuse he went through he got kind of desensitized? but then i was like maybe he got even more sensitive, y’know??? Like…. He’s very large and in charge and brazen, yeah, sure, but i get the feeling he doesn’t like random, soft touches. They confuse the fuck out of him and he just doesn’t trust them. I’ve said it before but i’m gonna say it again, i think this boy flinches at any and all contact people make w/ him that he isn’t prepared for.

And actually, y'know what?? Doesn't tickling elicit a fight or flight response? So I think the sensitivity Billy has already would definitely go from him flinching at touches he can't see to being ticklish as FUCK by touches he can see and trust.

Like, he'll be leaning up against the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee, standing right in front where they keep the glasses, so when El needs to get past him she'll poke his stomach and-

Billy squeaks.

Like… full on squeaks.

El jumps a bit bc she’s never heard that sound come out of Billy before. She looks at him w/ wide eyes and a little smile and he looks back w/ fear bc guys, being tickled is scary, esp when you’re insanely ticklish, so he’s freaked and El giggles and reaches out to tickle him again and he moves so fast to get away from her. El just gets her glass and pours herself some milk.

And i just??? AUGH. Hop will put his hand on Billy’s shoulder when he passes behind him on the couch, just bc, and one of his fingers will accidentally brush Billy’s neck and Billy will shriek and jump and giggle just a little and Hop is scared to all hell bc he thought it was okay to do that but maybe he scared the boy??? And Billy will just wave Hop off when Hop goes to ask what’s wrong.

Billy will be helping Joyce w/ dinner and she’ll do that thing where she puts her hand on his back lightly so he knows she’s passing behind him and he’ll squeak and giggle a little and get super close to the counter to get away. She puts her hand on his shoulder to ask if he’s alright and he’ll say “I’m fine!” in a real high voice through a small giggle. Joyce just smiles but lets him be.

El will brush his hair out and try to braid it but her fumbling fingers will brush the skin of his neck and he’ll squeak every. time. His shoulders will be up by his ears and he’ll start to giggle so much that he’s bent over where he’s sitting, laughing too hard and begging her to stop. And El’s concerned, wondering if she hurt him or something bc Billy like… almost never laughs. Not like that. So she leans forward to look at his face and ask:

“Are you alright?”

He nods. “Yeah… just… tickles.”

“Tickles?”

He nods again, face flushed real hard bc, even though this is El, he’s still embarrassed. “Yeah. Like… it feels funny.”

“Feels funny?”

Billy nods and turns around. “Yeah, like this.” he says before reaching out and tickling her arms and stomach. She laughs a little, kicking out and reaching out to tickle his arms but literally the slightest touch has him keeling over with laughter, jumping away and putting distance between them. She laughs harder at that than she does at the tickles.

The next time that Max comes over and they’re all doing their hair together, El begs and pleads Billy to let her do his hair. He’s reluctant to say yes, but he does. And when she does, fumbling fingers once again brushing his neck, Billy ends up wrapping his arms around Max in a hug (foregoing the braid he was giving her) and squeezing her in a tight hug. She shrieks, pushing away.

“Billy get off! What’re you doing, hugging me?”

Billy shoves her instead, scrambling to get off the bed and away from El, who’s giggling like crazy.

“What’s wrong with you, you spaz?” Max asks to Billy, but El answers.

“Tickles!”

Max is confused. The Billy she knows is not ticklish.

“What?” Max asks. Billy’s giving El a scared as hell look, shaking his head at her, but she doesn’t understand.

“He said it tickles when I do that.”

Max looks to Billy with confusion. “You’re ticklish? Since when are you ticklish?”

Billy shrugs and shakes his head at the same time. “No. Nope. Stop.”

Max is grinning hard now. “Seriously?” She asks, devious as all hell, walking towards Billy with her hands behind her back. Like she’s hiding something.

“Stop, Max, no-!” Billy shrieks in vain because soon Max is attacking Billy with tickles and Billy is wriggling like a little kid, running away and trying to hug the wall as he runs out of El’s room and towards any kind of safety but the thing is, the cabin is small and there’s just not a lot of space to run so he’s running around the coffee table and he’s trying to avoid any traps like the couch or his bed. He ends up running Max around the outside of the house and loses her, only to get caught on the couch when she finally heads back inside after searching for him. He punches her arm enough times to get her to stop. (you fucking bet she’s gonna use this against him though)

Jonathan laughing quietly when he passes the joint to Billy and their fingers accidentally brush a little too much and Billy pulls his hand away fast, flinching with a little giggle.

“A little ticklish there?”

“Shut up.” Billy growls, huffing on the joint.

Will sitting on the couch w/ Billy and kicking Billy’s ankle with his foot (which is propped up on the coffee table) bc he wants to ask him a question and Billy jumping and giggling a little, moving away. To which Will smiles real wide and Billy shoves his head away lightly.

And then STEVE. Ohmygod guys Steve.

With Steve, it doesn’t always get too bad bc he’s used to Steve’s touches. At the very most just feels really intensely good. But sometimes Billy is near cackling, wiggling away and bending over with laughter.

Steve notices it first when they kiss. Bc he wraps his arms around Billy’s neck and his bare forearms are touching Billy’s skin and Billy’s knees bend and he’s shaking from his giggles and Steve is honestly worried??? Like????? His boyfriend just broke. He’s 100% sure the boy is broken. So he bends down to look Billy in the eye and ask if he’s alright and he finds Billy’s breath is a little labored and he’s like: “Fine. I’m fine.”

“You sure? ‘Cause-”

“I’m fine.”

But then the next time when Steve wraps his arms around Billy’s waist and Billy’s got his arms around Steve’s neck, Steve squeezes at Billy’s sides with his hands and Billy’s gone. Giggling up a storm, moving away and rubbing his sides to get the sensation to go away and Steve is like: “Seriously! What’s wrong?”

Billy’s facing away now, forcing his giggles to stop, and that’s when Steve notices.

“Oh my god, are you ticklish?”

Billy turns on Steve quickly. “If you tell a single soul.” Billy growls, as if his family hasn’t already caught on. Steve laughs.

“I won’t, I won’t!”

And he doesn’t tell anyone. (except Robin, who makes a point to tap Billy’s shoulder to ask a question, or poke his side when she walks past to “bother him”. She’s incredibly entertained by the way this big, touch, muscled dude giggles.)(When Billy gives Steve a harsh look for going back on his promise, Steve just shrugs with a “we all know best friends don’t count!”)

Anyway, we also all know Billy and Steve get into tickle fights. it might only be when they’re alone but I’m fuckin serious here, the boys are tickle fiends and it’s the cutest thing. Billy says he hates it when they first happen but really, he ends up loving it and instigating it because it’s a rush and we know our boy is a thrill seeker. And being tickled is honestly kinda thrilling!! So it’s a lot of wriggling and laughing and hands flying everywhere and in all sincerity, it’s mainly Billy getting tickled and Steve laughing just bc he loves Billy’s laugh and will never get enough of it, but that’s also part of why Billy loves this. Because Billy laughing makes Steve laugh and Billy loves Steve’s laugh. ♥

(also just FYI, this might get a bit NSFW here so beware: in being this ticklish also means that Billy is sensitive as f u c k. I’m talking Steve grazes his fingertips across Billy’s bare chest and he’s goddamn gone. He’s breathing hard, heart beating faster, pupils dilating bc every touch is a spark. And Steve could honestly get drunk off of how responsive Billy is. Billy can come from just having his nipples played with and it’s an absolute gift for Steve. There’s nothing more erotic for him than Billy getting off just from being touched. Like, there are specific erogenous zones on people, sure, but for Billy suddenly everything is an erogenous zone. Steve runs his fingers up and down Billy’s forearm up to his bicep and back and Billy is shaking, breath getting light and airy, whining a little because it feels like his body is turning to molten gold or something. He’s strung up and melting at the same time. Like… fuck dude, Billy being hypersensitive is like a dream for both of them)

ANYWAY I just?? GUYS. Ticklish Billy!!!! ♥ I! Love! it!

[vivxwrites]

Mystery Girl

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1881

Summary: You and Carol have a secret relationship and the team wants to know who you’re dating.

Warnings: Some kissing, I think that’s it. Mistakes??

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

A/N: This was requested by @im-so-done-42 and I hope you love it as much as I do. I had loads of fun writing it, sorry for the wait by the way :))

You hummed to yourself as you flipped the pancake in the skillet. Your thoughts trailed back to last night and a happy grin etched itself onto your face. As soon as everyone had gone to bed your girlfriend Carol snuck into your bedroom and the two of you spent the night cuddled up under your fluffy comforter. The two of you have been dating for three months now but you both agreed on keeping the relationship a secret, at least until you were sure that it would be a long-term thing.

“(Y/N)? Hello, Earth to (Y/N)!” You snapped out of your haze and found Clint waving a hand in front of your face.

“Shit.” You cursed when you saw that you had completely zoned out and burnt your pancakes. Not to mention that practically the whole team had made their way down to the kitchen and were staring at you. “Oh hey guys,” you greeted sheepishly.

“You’re being extra spacey today.” Tony narrowed his eyes at you and you did your best not to squirm under his gaze.

“No I’m not, I’m always this spacey.” You prayed that Tony hadn’t noticed your voice’s higher pitch and did your best to remain stoic under his watchful eye.

“Hey, keep those pancakes comin’, (Y/LN). You’ve still got the rest of us to feed,” Sam hollered from the table. While you would normally be annoyed at his words, this time you cheered internally for the change in subject and turned to continue making pancakes.

“I’m on to you (Y/N), and don’t you forget it.” Tony’s words made your whole body tense up. You snuck a glance at Carol and you saw her swallow nervously once she met your eyes. The silent conversation between the two of you would have gone completely unnoticed if it weren’t for one highly trained assassin.

Breakfast went down as it normally did after the interrogation, Sam and Bucky bickering and fighting over food while Clint scarfed down both of their portions. The look of horror in both of their eyes never got old.

Round two of Tony’s scrutiny happened when you were minding your own business and reading a book. Ok, maybe you weren’t reading a book, but there was a book in front of you. Instead your mind had drifted off to Carol and how beautiful she was. How her smile lit up the whole room and how her eyes always showed so much emotion. You were in the middle of replaying the sound of Carol’s laugh throughout your head when all of a sudden Tony crawled out from under the couch with a cry of “aha!”

You screamed and nearly tumbled off of the couch at his appearance. You clutched your chest in fear and scolded him, “What the hell is wrong with you!”

He hopped to his feet and raced around the common room. He pointed to you and stated, “You, my dear, have a crush.”

“What? Pfft I don’t have a crush.” You did your best to play it off but he saw right through you.

He gave you an incredulous look and continued his skipping around the various couches. This time he sang out the words, “(Y/N) has a crush! (Y/N) has a crush!”

You felt yourself panicking when Tony kept chanting those words over and over again, not wanting any other nosy avengers to start pestering you alongside him. “Shh, shut up Tony!”

“Nuh uh! Not unless you tell me who.” He practically giggled in glee as he kept frolicking all about. You swear that you even saw him clap his hands together like a seal.

You heard the footsteps of a few other avengers drawing nearer. Not wanting to see who they were, you hid your face in a pillow and groaned at Tony’s antics.

“Hey guys! Did you know that (Y/N) has a crush,” he practically screamed those words to the group and you felt yourself blush furiously. ‘At least he doesn’t know the truth,’ you thought.

“Alright Tony, leave the poor girl alone.” You sighed in relief at Natasha’s words, she was always a mediator.

Tony grumbled out a “party pooper” and begrudgingly shuffled away. You pulled your face out of the pillow and met Natasha’s gaze. She gave you a small smile and a pat on your back before she too left the room.

You were peacefully watching a movie with the majority of the team when Tony struck again. He smiled innocently and took a seat on the couch next to you, but you knew his intentions were more than likely nefarious. He sat and watched the movie for a good twenty minutes before he made his move. “(Y/N) has a crush.” He covered his words up with a cough and an apologetic smile. You had heard him loud and clear and sent him a wicked glare. He fought a smirk and remained silent for another ten minutes before he repeated his words. A few others glanced at him this time, to which he responded with, “Sorry team, I’ve got a little bug in my throat.” He muttered under his breath, “A love bug.”

The night continued with Tony’s nonsense and you felt your resolve crumbling all throughout the movie. It only took two more times for you to finally snap. “God dammit Stark! I don’t have a crush, ok? I’m dating someone. Are you happy now?”

Everyone fell silent at your exclamation. You felt several pairs of eyes on you and tears of embarrassment welled up in your eyes. You threw yourself off of the couch and fled to your bedroom.

Back in the common room everyone sat in tense, uncomfortable silence. Carol wanted to race after you but she feared that it would look too suspicious. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tried to keep her face from showing her concern. Tony sighed and made to move off his couch, “I didn’t mean to hurt the poor kid. Let me go after her.”

“Oh no you don’t Stark, you’ve done enough.” Natasha sent Tony a glare that made him stay put.

Carol felt her heart break a little when she realized that no one else seemed interested in making sure you were ok. She faked a yawn and stretched her arms above her head. “Well I’m headed to bed. Goodnight.” Various chimes of “goodnight” followed Carol’s statement and she walked off towards her room. When she made it far enough she changed course and made a beeline for your room instead.

She knocked softly on the door to alert you to her presence and slowly pushed it ajar. You were sitting on your bed with tear-stained cheeks when Carol rushed forward to sweep you into her arms. She whispered words of comfort and you clung to her body, grateful for its warmth.

“I’m sorry that Tony was bugging you all day, baby. I would’ve blasted him if I could.”

You let out a watery chuckle at her words. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.” She smiled softly at your statement.

Carol reached over to you and tucked your hair behind your ear. She cupped your cheek with one hand and your body leaned into her on its own accord. “That’s because I hate seeing your smiley face upset.” She placed a light kiss on your temple and you tucked your head under her chin. You snuggled further into her body and the two of you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke you were met with the sight of Carol’s infectious grin. You grumbled out, “How are you so happy in the morning?”

“It’s because I woke up next to you.” She finished her statement with a boop to your nose and you blushed heavily.

You gave her a happy grin, “ Cheesehead.” You saw the mischievous glint that showed up in her eyes but you were too late.

Before you could process what was happening Carol had straddled your hips and was gazing down at you. “You wanna take that back, babe?”

You shook your head and all of a sudden she started tickling you all over. You squealed in surprise and tried to wriggle away but she had you trapped under her weight. “Wait-Carol I take it back. I take it back!” You could barely talk due to the giggles that erupted from your throat.

Carol finally took mercy on you and flopped to the other side of the bed. She grinned at you as you attempted to catch your breath and once you did you grinned back. “I think I love you.” You panicked, that was definitely not supposed to come out.

Carol blinked at you in response, she was stunned speechless. You immediately thought the worst and babbled out an apology, “Oh god, I said that too soon didn’t I? It’s fine, just pretend you didn’t hear me because I certai-“ Carol cut you off with a single finger to your lips and your eyes widened in response.

“(Y/N). I think I love you too.” She spoke quickly and quietly and if you hadn’t been listening intently you would have missed it altogether.

“That’s great! You know, because I said I think I love you and you just said you think you love me, it all works out.” You blushed when you caught yourself rambling again. “So, should we tell the others? They already know I’m dating someone.”

“Oh don’t worry about the others, babe.” The glint in her eyes had returned, “You just leave them to me.”

You were sitting at the kitchen island picking at your cereal when you heard someone sit next to you. “So who’s the mystery guy?”

Clint, of course it was Clint. You put on a look of confusion, “Excuse me?”

“You know, the guy you’re dating? You did admit to it last night.”

“Yeah (Y/N), who is this mystery guy? Do we know him?” Great, now Sam was pestering you too.

You simply shrugged at their questions and went back to eating your cereal. You ignored the curious expressions that were on you and instead stared at your blurry reflection in the spoon.

When Tony showed up in the kitchen you avoided his eyes completely. You could feel him staring at you and you kept going about your business, just as you had done before.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned in the direction of it. When you saw that it was Carol you smiled, “Oh hey Carol, what’s u-“ Before you could finish talking she smashed her lips into yours. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of her heated kiss and you melted right into it.

Carol pulled away with a loud pop and she smirked at the other occupants in the room. You could only let out a quiet, “Oh wow,” before the room boomed with multiple voices at the same time.

“What?!” That one was Sam.

“Girl, mystery girl.” There was Clint’s voice.

“I didn’t see that coming.” Pietro and Wanda at the same time, that was pretty cool to hear.

Tony didn’t even say anything, just gaped in shock.

Last but not least, Natasha’s voice echoed around the room, “I knew it.”

A/N: My laptop still hates me so please forgive anything that looks weird or any mistakes, I will fix them eventually. I hope you liked the fic!! Let me know if you did and also feel free to check out my other stuff. Oh and send in some requests, I’ll write almost anything. Thanks, Viv :)

[animeperspectivism]

“7 Seeds”, PTSD and the Elite Team, Analysis and Review.

     "7 Seeds” was originally a manga written and illustrated by Yumi Tamura, and published by Shogakukan. The demographic falls into shojo as well as josei, meaning that it’s a series directed at young girls and women. The story and plot are quite interesting, and I’m saddened to know that there is not a legal English translation of the manga. The anime itself, which is what I will be covering, is really bad, and it’s quite unfortunate that it’s the only legal form of “7 Seeds” that Westerners can experience.

SPOILERS AHEAD, for both seasons.

    The first season is absolutely apalling, and the story only comes around by the end of the second season. I don’t want to talk about the series as a whole, as I’ve already attempted a synopsis of the show but gave up simply because the story is quite extensive, the cast is huge, and it was just turning into a rambling mess. Instead, I’d like to detail the representation of PTSD in the series, specifically occuring in the elite Summer Team A, and even more specifically in the character Ango.

    The series introduces Summer Team A, and we don’t know too much about them, besides how efficient they are at surviving. What the viewers do get to see are the refferences from members on the team to their “final test”, and how some of the incidents and injuries that they see end up reminding them of it. Further on, we find out that Hana, who is one of the main characters that we follow from the Spring Team, is the daughter of the man who helped to organized and train the elite team. When Ango realizes this, he breaks down. He was an asshole in the first place, but as he puts his hands to his head and screams, we dive into a backflash. The story is so badly put together, the scenes are garbage, the cuts are bad, and the animation is even worse. But the story? I really liked it. It is absolutely horrifying, and the kind of trauma that these 7 kids come out of it with, is completely understandable.      Basically, there are a number of kids who are picked and raised in a facility. The backflash begins with a teacher telling them that they’re all special, and that they have the opportunity of heading into the future, of “boarding Noah’s Arc”. These are children, and we’re kind of shown in brief clips of the kids working together, building things, whatever, and it seems relatively normal. What they all knew was that only 7 kids would be able to succeed, so they each felt a need to work hard. But what they didn’t know was what happened to the kids who had failed and were sent away. The backflash shows a brief story of three girls who are close friends, who made some different coloured friendship bracelets, but one of these girls is sent away. She promises that she’ll send letters to them from the “outside world”, but they never recieve anything. At one point, Ango attacks a teacher who is harassing one of the girls, Kotori, and is sent to “solitary punishment” in what they called The Red Room. Dear god. Ango explains what this room is, and it turns out to be a part of a device that shreds livestock to create fertilizer. The room is filled with literal blood and guts, ect., and the punishment is to stand in the sludge for hours or days, we don’t really know how long he’s gone. But what happens is seriously awful. He looks into the blood and a literal hand starts floating, and he recognizes the bracelet that is still connected. It was their friend who had been sent away. The blood that he’s standing in, for however long, is the remains of all of their friends. Fucking sick. The poor fucking guy, traumatized to hell, as anybody would be, he doesn’t tell anyone. He keeps this knowledge inside until the “final test”, when everyone has turned 17. And this test is just about as horrendous. The professors and teachers literally sabotage the tools and training supplies. Hana’s father, Professor Takahashi, reveals to Ango that the theme of the test is “attentiveness”. Kids are injured and killed by these situations that are intentionally set up to pick these kids off, and every event becomes more and more extreme. Food supplies are poisoned, to the extent that they choose to grow their own food, some kids are even found dead due to carbon monoxide poisoning, their school facility is burnt down completely, we see floods and even buildings and mountainsides collapsing on these kids. They’re dying left and right. These kids grew up with eachother, and it seriously affected them as they watched as their friends died, finding out later that this outcome was orchestrated by the teachers that they trusted. 

    Ango, specifically, struggles with a close friend, Shigeru, who realizes that Ango never saw him as an equal, only someone to protect. This is during the “final test”, so Ango is kind of faced with the idea that this is the last chance for him to be one of the 7, and he might have to choose between himself and Shigeru. In the end, after some really bad animation and horrible editing, Shigeru takes it upon himself to cut his rope in the final trial, falling to his death.      By the end of this, when the 7 kids are the only ones left, we get this sad scene where each person is crying, asking why they were chosen? Why was it them and not any other of their close friends that they watched die? This was probably one of my favourite scenes from the series. It was just so real, and made us see the elite team quite differently. They wanted to be one of the top 7, but they were never privvy to the truth of how they would get there, and this moment was when they were really realizing what they were being put through.     In the current timeline of the series, all we’ve seen are a group of assholes who have literally murdered a “civilian” from the Fall Team (he was infected with an airborne virus..?), and then they tested some food and medicine on an injured person later on. They’re a group of kids who have basically never learned empathy. They were raised in a trianing facility, taught to work together until the “final test” when it was literally each individual against every other person. This is the kind of dynamic that we see Ango go through. It’s revealed that one of the elite team’s “duties” is to teach the civilians ways to survive, as well as protect them, but Ango is trapped by the idea that “they” were chosen and that “they” each fought to be here, while the civilians were simply “lucky”. They were chosen for absolutely no reason, they have remotely no useful skills, and Hana is the worst offender in his mind, as she was sent here simply becuase of who her father was. To me, this mindest makes perfect fucking sense. It’s “cause and effect”. Summer A Team have been mentally and physically tortured, and for their entire lives it was a “competition” to even be able to survive in this future. None of the training that we saw ever promoted these people to want to “help” anyone, and until the second season, we really only see the elite members struggle with the idea that they have to work with “unchosen” civillians. 

    By the second season, Ango goes off the rails, he attempts to rape Hana, but an elite team member stops him, and nobody finds out of course.The group then proceeds to look for fresh water in a cave. Hana’s rope is cut by Ryo, because he sees her existence as a detriment to Ango’s fucking mental health, so she falls but survives but ends up in an underground river. Ango goes off by himself, is lost, and kind of gets confused about his whereabouts. Later, in the second season, we see this as well, where his mind goes back to the trauma. He thinks that he’s in the cave where Shigeru died, still in the “final test”. When he sees Hana he comes back, but he chooses not to help her. The other teammates catch up, specifially Kotori, Aramaki, and Haru, who all want to save her, but Hana can’t hold on long enough and disappears into a goddamn hole. She is actually gone after this, for most of the second season even, which is unfortunate because I kind of liked her.

    Anyway, the remaining elite team figure that building a camp and staying close to the fresh water they’ve just found is the best idea. It’s also an important point that a character on the Fall Team is actually pregnant, meaning that she would need somewhere safe to have her baby, and most of the elites decide that it would be a prefferable opportunity to remain at the side of the civilians. And because of Hana’s departure and witnesses who saw Ango refusing to help her, some of the civilians felt that Ango was a danger. The Summer A Team member who stopped Ango’s assult on Hana tells everyone of what he did, therefore adding another charge against him. In the end, it’s only Ryo who is on his side, and everyone decides that banishment is the best punishment.

    Then begins the second season, which I much preffered. We get to follow the Summer B Team, who are residing on some sort of luxury boat (including a sauna? damn). Ryo and Ango actually join the team, not really revealing much about themselves or where they came from, so they’re quite mysterious, but Summer B is a group of pretty eccentric characters. This is the season that builds on Ango’s character, and I think that’s why I liked it so much. The beginning of this season is really nuts, because Ryo and Ango both have to figure out that these people are not actually useless, and that their skills fall into other categories than the survivalist way of being that they were trained in. We see Ryo setting up traps for the team, in the same way that the teachers had done to them during the “final test”. Members are set up to fail, and it’s almost by pure luck that most of these idiots survive. We also see how Ango deals with this, as he’s forced to either accept the outcome that this team of idiots will easily die because they lack any “attentiveness” whatsoever, or he can step in and help them. Ryo at one point closes the windows while the team are warming up with a fire in the cabin, and they start to pass out due to monoxide poisoning. This is reminiscent of the previous traps that actually killed kids, so it’s as if Ryo wants to test this less efficient team. I felt like this was really dumb, because these people are not trained, therefore, what is the point of setting them up? They’re simply going to fail. It might have been a test for Ango specifically, just to see what sort state of mind he’s curently in. He does end up saving the team from the monoxide poisoning, noticing it the earliest. He actually gets attached to this team, really wanting to protect the main female character, Natsu, as she reminds him of Shigeru. 

    Later on in this season, the team adventures into some strange ship that was designed as a sort of “vault” for humanity to attempt survival. The boat is affected by a sort of iron-oxidizing bacteria that has evolved, becoming dangerous and maneating. At first the team gets locked inside, and they all have to work together in order to stop the ship from self-destructing and firing an atom bomb into Japan? I don’t even know. The story was built up and it was relatively interesting, but the growth of the characters was even better. Ango gets lost, separated from Ryo and wanders the ship, finding a level that is extremely affected by the bacteria. Because the area looks a lot like cave walls, his trauma starts to affect him again. He thinks that he’s back in the cave with Shigeru, and he’s searching for him. Ango still has his gun, and ends up firing at Arashi, thinking that he’s actually Professor Takashi, testing him again. The two end up sticking together, attempting to find the others. They do end up finding Natsu, who is in the process of climbing precariously across crane structure. Ango and Arashi are trapped below, and call out to her for help. Natsu herself has really changed since finding herself on this ship. Rather than depending on others to make decisions, she was lost on her own and was forced to trust in herself. Arashi sees how hard she’s pushing herself, but Ango can only view her as a replacement for Shigeru, telling her that she can’t do it and she should just turn back. Natsu is able to get the crane down to them and brings it back up, and the three continue on their way. This is kind of the turning point, as Arashi and Natsu find out about who Ango actually is. He realizes that Natsu isn’t Shigeru, and explains why he has been treating her that way, because he looked down on Shigeru the whole time. Arashi asks him why he never ran away from the facility, and it’s here that Ango realizes that that was an option to them. He kind of breaks down, but Arashi then explains that he and the others were brainwashed. That if it were truly that awful, as Ango has described and as the viewers have been shown, then it was never his choice to stay either, and the guilt that weighs on his shoulders, isn’t truly his to carry. Arashi also brings up that nobody on any of these 7 Seeds teams wanted to be here, and that they are all victims of this governement program. Nobody was able to thoughtfully and honestly make the choice to be put to sleep and sent to the future, and the only thing that they can do now is to survive and do what they can for themselves. 

    That is kind of the end here. I personally liked Ango’s story and his growth, besides being an attempted rapist... He was a majorly brainwashed character, told that only the special ones will be able to rebuild society, and because of the sacrifices of his friends, he felt that it was unfair that completely average people were able to make it here. Honestly, that’s the most fucked up part. Why would random civilians be sent? We saw this question asked a few other times in the series, especially when conflict erupts in the Fall Team when a member becomes pregnant, when the deemed leaders had banned sex altogether. They figured that it would be better not to procreate, as the ones who stuck them in this situation would have wanted. And again, when the Winter Team woke up, all but three people were murdered by a lion. They had no guns, like Summer A Team do, and in the end, only Aramaki, the dude with the wolves, survives. All that these story beats do is point to how shit the 7 Seeds project was. They wanted to mix the elite survivalists with complete noobs, and had no idea what sort of emotions would erupt from this? Also, who thought that emotionally torturing the survivalist team would end up being a positive? Absolutely ridiculous.

    The writing is pretty bad, though, if the manga ends up being released in English (crossing my fingers for a digital release), I may have to check it out. The shoujo romance plot of it may end up being interesting, if not blood-boiling, but I think that if the story up until now, of what the anime has adapted, had more time to build on the characters and their interactions, it may well be a good story. I don’t recommend this series, the editing and direction is horrendous, but I am kind of looking forward to the 3rd season, if it happens.