#do I put this in the writing tag? why not. I can take it out later if I feel like it. but I like the flow.

[thedevilsoftruth]

Ok ok ok hear me out - feral Bucky who is exhausted and grumpy and mad at everyone and can only be soothed by his mouth on your tits and his dick in your pussy…and it starts with just cockwarming but he cums and then he cums again and AGAIN cause super soldier and ohhhhh extra fat bonus points if he REALLY wants to put a baby inside you with all that super soldier cum

(I’m so sorry, I’m ovulating😭)

Ough anon I am OBSESSED with this request. I'm pretty sure I'm like... The guy you go to when you want breeding Bucky fics. Idk I just write them a lot and idk why lmao. Funny you mention this because I am ALSO ovulating. I'm an absolute freak, I hear the words 'bucky' and 'breeding' and 'breast play' in the same sentence and I cum running faster than the fastest man on earth. But here you go, baby. I got a little carried away when writing it (sorry I made it congressman bucky btw I'm not sure how on board you are with that being apart of it)🤭 enjoy!!!

Stress relief

Congressman! J. B. Barnes x Afab! reader.

Sum: Bucky had a tough day at work. So what does he do to help with the stress? Give his pretty girl a baby. 💜

Smut tags: light impact play kink, cock warming, heavy breast play, breeding kink, degrading, name calling (slut) overstimulation, mentions of reader ovulating, squirting, the theme is cum. (Restrain me please) Not beta read!!

W/c - 1.6k

Song recommended: Cherry Pie (I need a freak) by Insane Clown Posse.

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He'd been so angry all day. He'd been stomping around and huffing like he was an angry toddler who has just been denied their favorite treat. Everyone and everything was pissing him off. You could it was bad when he had yelled at an aide that morning. But now, he had his only down time until he had to work again stupid ass early in the morning. His way of relieving his stress? Calling you to his study to keep him warm while he signs paperwork he's supposed to get turned in the next morning. It started out simple; just you sitting on his cock and keeping your mouth shut so he could focus like he asked. Until he started rutting into you like a caveman with his hands on your hips and his mouth on your tits.

You were wearing one of the tank tops you normally wore to bed, expect this one was baby pink and was worn thin, so brushing his hand over your breasts felt like he was touching your actual skin. He wasn't one for pink, but fuck, it looked so good on you. How he could complain when it felt so good to suck your pretty pink, swollen nipple into his mouth while he came into you for the second time in the past thirty minutes.

You were squirming on his lap, his hands gripping bruises into your skin as his lips pulled on your nipple. Little tiny whimpers left your mouth as his tongue flicked up your bud, the thick, milky hot cum from his last load dripping from your over-stuff cunt. His mouth left your breast with a wet pop, and he brought his flesh hand up to take your flesh into his hand, his pussy-drunken eyes admiring the way you spill out in his hand. You moaned loud as he dipped his head back down and licked a thick strip up your other breast with his fat tongue. His beard was brushing your skin in the most perfect way possible, and the sensations just got even better when two thick vibranium fingers began circling your throbbing clit. A loud gasp left your mouth, and your back arched into his mouth as if begging for more.

"Sensitive?" He asks as if the answer isn't directly in front of him. You nod weakly, and press your hand into his chest, your fingers brushing his red wine tie.

"Baby," you whine, your voice pitched and making his cock twitch inside you. "Can't take anymore. Too much."

He looks at you like you just said the stupidest fucking thing he'd ever heard.

"Don't care." He grunts, big hands moving to cup your ass as he stands up and pulls you with him. Your mind short circuits and you panic as he begins heading towards the door.

"You told me you were ovulating just two seconds ago. You don't get to back out of things like that. Not after I've had the day I'm having." He tells you, throwing you down onto the bed, his hands already scrambling to tear your tank top off your body. He's crowding you into the headboard, barley giving you any space to breathe as he's instructing you to put your arms up. The tiny thing slips off your body easily, and Bucky's face twists into a sick, twitched sadistic smile as your tits bounce free.

"Spread your fuckin' legs." He says, leaning down to suck on your neck eagerly. You gasp and your hands fly to his chest.

"Bucky..." You breath. He slaps your breast with a metal hand, the impact of it leaving you gasping and shocked. Your skin quickly reddens where he struck you, and a beautiful light sting prickles up your flesh.

"Open." He says darkly and low, tapping your thigh. You gulp hard and obey, shaky legs hesitantly spreading open in front of your perfect lover. He growls when you do so, looking down between your bodies. He sits up and gives his angry red cock a few pumps with his fist. Your thighs nearly clench together at the sight, but you know better than to disobey him.

"Such a good fucking girl." He growls slapping his cock against your messy cunt, making you whimper. He runs his already leaky cockhead up and down your aching clit a few times before he finally sinks himself into you, all with a loud, gutteral groan that makes your pussy flutter.

"Always take me so good like the perfect little slut you are for me." He mutters through gritted teeth, pulling his hips back a bit before he slowly sunk into you. When he bottomed out, it was with a very loud moan that could be heard from the outside of the house.

"You gonna take it? Hmm?" He grunts, pushing so deep into you that you swear it makes you black out for a moment. "Gonna let me fill you up and breed this sloppy, pathetic little cunt?" His pace quickens, his hips snapping into yours at a perfect rate and precision that has your eyes fluttering shut and your hands gripping his forearms like you need it to survive.

"With the amounts of times you've cum in me, I'm sure you already have me bred." You spit under your breath, almost angrily and out of spite. He smack your breasts again and you yelp.

"What was that?" He inquired, his voice low in that tone that told you he was mad and feeling mean. You gulp and scramble, shaking your head.

"N-nothing." Is all you say, your eyes widening at him in fear. He laughs at you, cold and dark.

"That's what I thought."

He grips the headboard then slams into you, his cock brushing and kissing against every single part of your pretty pussy that makes you squirm. You put your hand on his chest, your back arching and your mouth falling open in a silent 'o' shape. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into you impossibly deeper and making the both of you moan.

He leans down and takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth once more, and your body cannot stop the way your legs shake around his hips or the loud cries and whines that leave your mouth.

"Bucky," you whine, wrapping your arms around his back and clawing at his skin with long fingernails. He groans into your skin as he kisses the peak of your breast, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the sensation. "Dont stop, baby. Please--oh fuck, feels so good."

He looks up at you and pulls his cock out of you a few Inches before he slams back into you.

"Yeah?" He pulls back from your breasts and taps your clit with a metal finger before he rubs harsh circles into it. Your legs fly into the air Instinctively before they fall back down onto his waist. Your fingernails dig deeper into his back. He rubs harder, and the walls of your pussy squeeze him hard.

"Ohohoho." He laughs cruelly. "That's the spot, inn'it, sweet girl?" He continues circling it, going faster by the second--all along with his cock fucking into so deep, and you swear you see god for a minute.

"Yeah, yeah. Gonna fuck--cum--ah!! Shit!" You nod along, but right as you're telling him about your impending orgasm, you cut yourself off as you come crashing onto him hard and fast. The walls of your cunt clamp down on him like they're scared he's going to run away, and hot cum comes spurring out of you wildly. The milky liquid squirts onto your lovers pelvis, and he moans like he was the one cumming.

"Holy fucking shit, babydoll." He groans, his head lulling back as he slowly, deliberately starts thrusting into you again. He slaps your pretty pussy a few times with his flesh hand before he really starts picking up speed again.

"Gotta fucking fill you up again after that one." He says, giving you one harsh thrusts that hits your cervix. You scream and your eyes roll into the back of your head your hips shaking uncontrollably at the overstimulation. He holds you down with a metal arm.

"Nuh-uh. You stay right fucking there, slut." He slurps messy kiss from the back of your ear to the crook of your neck. "Pretty pussy needs to be rewarded with a warm, thick load after cumming all over me like that, don't you agree?"

You whine, your pussy making pathetic little squelching sounds as he pumps sloppy, fast thrusts into you. The wet, lewd noises have your head spinning and your pussy fluttering at how fucking obscure it is. All you can do is nod along to whatever he says, though you're too fucked out to even know what you're agreeing too.

"Good fucking girl." He praises, his cock slamming into you hard. "Gonna get you so nice and round and--fuck!" He cuts himself off when his cock twitched sweetly before thick, hot ropes of his seed start flooding into you. His hands shoot down to the backs of your thighs, and he lifts your your legs a little so he could watch himself drip into you.

"Good god," he swears under his breath, his mind going blank at the milky ring forming at the base of his cock. "If only you could see this." He chuckles, nudging his hips forward and making you whine loud.

"Bucky---"

"Shh, baby, let me fuck it into you. Gotta make sure it sticks." He hushes you, leaning down to kiss you hard as he slowly rolls his hips forward, fucking his cum up and into you deeply.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

In the Backstage

SUMMARY: He invites you to watch the inter-school Battle of the Bands where the Pop Music Club will represent Night Raven College and compete with other schools, one of them being Royal Sword Academy. But unfortunately, they come in second place. He also gave you a VIP pass to visit him backstage after the competition.

CHARACTERS: Pop Music Club 🎼 (Cater Diamond / Kalim Al-Asim / Lilia Vanrouge)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Flirting; Kiss; Comfort

WORD COUNT: An average of 1.330 words per character.

COMMENTS: The Pop Music Club was the first club with the cards released and the first one I wrote something about. But nowadays, and compared to what I've written for other clubs, I thought it was worth writing something new and better. Especially for Cater, Kalim and/or Lilia fans.

I hope you enjoy it. 😉

OTHER CLUBS:

But… We Lost… - Basketball Club (Ace / Floyd / Jamil)

Romantic Experiment - Science Club (Trey / Rook)

For a Quarter of a Second - Track and Field Club (Deuce / Jack)

Unlucky Overtime - Spelldrive Club (Leona / Ruggie / Epel)

A Rainy Walk - Mountain Lover Club (Jade) / Gargoyle Studies Club (Malleus)

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You are at another Unbirthday Party in Heartslabyul when Cater announces that there will be an interschool battle of the bands. The Pop Music Club will represent Night Raven College and compete with other schools including Royal Sword Academy.

The other Heartslabyul students didn't seem very confident that Cater and the others would win.

“Aww, come on...” Cater says disappointedly. “Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“Well... some of us have already seen the few concerts you've given...” Trey says with that polite smile. “That and...” He smirks “We also know how much effort you guys really put into your club.”

“Auch, you are such meanies.” Cater says sadly. “Do you really have no hope in us?”

“I wouldn't say we have no hope. I do hope you win.” Trey simply says smiling.

“We all want Night Raven College to win, that's not even in question.” Riddle says. “But Trey is right. The three of you have already let it slip that you spend your meetings eating snacks and talking instead of practicing. And I've also seen one of your concerts.” He says with that disappointed face that looks like he's about to sigh. “If you truly want to win against Royal Sword Academy you will have to put in some real effort!”

“I should have known the conversation would go this way." Cater sighs as he plays with a strand of hair. “But you're right, Housewarden. I promise we'll do our best. Anyway, I wanted to invite you all. Ta-da!”

Cater takes five tickets out of his coat pocket and gives them to Trey, Riddle, Ace, Deuce and finally you. “Front row! The best seats!”

“Hey! What about me?!” Grim complains.

“You both count as one student, so you only need one ticket. Isn't that cool?” Cater explains.

Both Ace and Deuce say they believe in Cater and the others to win. Ace because he's a bootlicker and Deuce because he's just that naive. As Grim begins to focus more on the food than on you, Cater gets closer.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan~” He whispers to you. “You're going to root for me, aren't you~? I got you a special ticket.” He discreetly passes you another paper that said ‘VIP pass’. “You can meet me backstage after the concert if you want. You will make Cay-kun very happy if you do~” he winks.

Cater was really happy to see you in the audience, in the seat he arranged for you, along with the other Heartslabyul students. During the NRC song he looked at you many times.

To your surprise and that of all the other students who had seen them perform before, this time, they were actually taking it seriously. They were having fun as always, but you could tell they had been practicing and were trying hard to win. Lilia didn't even try to do his scream vocals or throw himself into the audience. Okay, he pretended he was going to do it, but just to startle the people at the front of the stage, he didn't actually do it.

The performance really went well, their best concert so far. But... unfortunately... Royal Sword Academy was better. At least for the jury who gave them first place, while Night Raven College got second... as always.

There was a buffet for the guests after the competition and both Trey and Riddle told you that you could leave Grim with them while you went to check on Cater. They could tell that he had worked hard and might be a little down from losing to RSA. They also agreed that you would be the best person to cheer him up if needed.

Using your VIP pass, you entered backstage and passed Kalim and Lilia in the hallways. Kalim was happy to have made it this far to the point of being ranked second among so many other schools with talented students and so was Lilia. But Lilia whispered to you that perhaps Cater would be more cheer up if you went to see him in their dressing room.

You do so and Lilia and Kalim head outside to meet up with the others. When you arrive in front of the door that Lilia indicated to you, you knock on it and tell Cater it's you. He casually asks you to wait just a second, and only then does he open the door for you.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan~” Cater greets you with his signature smile. “I'm glad to see you using the VIP pass I gave you. I hope you enjoyed our show.”

You tell him you loved it and how it was the best they've ever done, at least compared to what you've seen.

“Aw, you’re so sweet~. We really tried hard this time. It was difficult to convince Kalim and Lilia to take this a little more seriously, but they did it for the school. Ha ha... It's just a shame we didn't win.”

“But you did won.” You say. “Second place at least.”

“Yeah... Second place... You’re right! We won one of the best places and I'm really happy about that. All our training was worth it!” He says with a big smile. “We should go celebrate with the others.”

But you don't move out of his way so he can go through the open door. You knew that was his happy mask and you wanted to talk to him alone, to try to get him to be honest with you.

“Before that, I liked to see your dressing room. I never saw what one actually looked like in real life.” You tell him.

“Oh, it's a little small for three people, but it's actually pretty cool. Come in, I'll show you.”

You walk in and close the door behind you, which Cater doesn't find strange. He shows you the dressing tables that they used to put on their makeup, the instruments that still needed to be stored in the boxes, the cart where their clothes were, etc.

“Cater...” You say almost interrupting him. He looks at you. “I know you're not doing so well. Lilia knows you're not doing so well. Riddle and Trey knew you might be a little sad after all your effort. You can be honest with me.”

“You're all so sweet to worry about Cay-kun so much. But I'm fine, I promise.” He smiles and winks at you.

“Okay. Then give me a hug.” You say, opening your arms.

He's taken a little aback and says that you're really cute, but that he's actually fine. However, you don't low your arms and say that you want to give him a hug to congratulate him on his performance. He sighs and ends up accepting.

He starts by giving you a hug like he always does. But then, the hug becomes a little tighter and more sincere.

“I’m sorry...” He whispers, close to your ear and with difficulty. “...I did my best...” His words were almost inaudible.

You hug him tighter and tell him that you know, that everyone knows, and that it's okay to be sad about not winning first place. You also tell him he can stay there with you as long as he wants until he feels better. Actually better.

This makes him hug you tighter.

“I don't want to waste your time.” He whispers again, as if at the same time that he wants to say it, he doesn't want you to hear it.

“You're not.” You whisper back to him. “You're never.”

He asks again if you really thought he acted well and you are sincere in saying yes and that he can ask whoever he wants, everyone will say it was their best performance. After some time, he breaks the hug and discreetly wipes away a little tear that you hadn't even realized that he had shed.

“Ha ha. This isn't very cute, is it?” He says.

“You are always very cute.” You reply, cupping his face.

“You too.” He smiles and places his hands over yours that you placed on his face. “Do you know what would really make me feel a lot better?”

You smile, showing that you probably know. You move closer to him and he moves closer to you in response, until you kiss. You feel his smile on your lips and then his hands on your back to bring you closer.

“(Y/N)!!!” You hear Kalim's voice shout, approaching, running behind you.

You were in the hallway, in the break between classes with Grim, Ace and Deuce. You turn around and Kalim stops in front of you, tired but with his huge sunny smile on. As he catches his breath, you see Jamil running towards you with that stressed look on his face. Kalim probably started running all of a sudden when he saw you.

“(Y/N)! There's going to be an interschool battle of the bands!” Kalim tells you. “And we're going to compete. You have to come see us!”

“The Pop Music Club will compete for Night Raven College.” Jamil explains. “And the members can invite any students they want to the front rows of the audience.” He took three tickets out of his hoodie pocket and gives one to Ace, one to Deuce and one to you.

“Hey! What about me?!” Grim complains.

“Since you and (Y/N) are counted as one student, you only need one ticket to be able to go together.” Jamil explains.

“I'm so excited! Especially to see you in the audience.” Kalim tells you. “I’ll do my best to give you the best show ever!”

After all the classes, when you were already in Ramshackle Dorm, you hear someone knocking on the door. When you open it, you see Kalim and Jamil.

“Hey! I wanted to give you something else, but Jamil said it was better to do it when you were alone.” Kalim takes a ticket from his pants pocket, a different color from the others, and gives it to you. “It's a VIP pass. I would love it if you could come see us backstage after the competition.”

“If we had given you this ticket in front of the others,” Jamil says with that annoyed expression. “I can easily see Ace and Grim trying to convince Kalim to give them a VIP pass as well. Even though each member only has one VIP pass each to give to someone”

Kalim was so happy to see you in the front row, in the seat he had arranged for you, that he got distracted before they start playing, waving and smiling at you. Cater was the one who called his attention to come back to the drums.

To your surprise and that of all the other students who had seen them perform before, this time they were actually taking it seriously. They were having fun as always, but you could tell they had been practicing and were trying hard to win. Lilia didn't even try to do his scream vocals or throw himself into the audience. Okay, he pretended he was going to do it, but just to startle the people at the front of the stage, he didn't actually do it.

The performance really went well, their best concert so far. But... unfortunately... Royal Sword Academy was better. At least for the jury who gave them first place, while Night Raven College got second... as always.

There was a buffet for the guests after the competition and you took advantage of Grim being busy with the food to use your VIP pass to go see Kalim, Cater and Lilia backstage.

You found them in the hallway. The three of them were smiling and talking excitedly, and when Kalim saw you, his smile grew even bigger and he ran to you.

“(Y/N)! What did you think of our show? Did you enjoy it?”

He was as happy as if he had won first place. You should know by now that winning or not is not what's important to him. As you told them how much you enjoyed their music and how it was probably their best concert yet, Cater noticed something.

“Hey, Kalim, didn't you have a ring on each hand?”

Kalim looks at his right hand, which had a ring on the index finger. Then he looks at his left and sees that there is no ring. Kalim searches through his pockets until he remembers that he had taken off his rings to wash his hands and must have only remembered to put one back on. Cater tells him and you to go back to the bathroom or the dressing room to see if you can find it while he and Lilia go meet the others at the after-party.

On the way to the bathroom, the two of you started talking, about the music, the performance, the competition in general, other things that had nothing to do with anything...

In the bathroom Kalim looks for the ring, but came out saying that he couldn't find it anywhere, so maybe you should look in the dressing room. In the dressing room you look for the ring on the floor, since Kalim said he had sat on the floor packing some things. You find the ring under one of the dressing tables they used to put on makeup, give it to him and he puts it back on his finger. When he does this, you can see his nails better.

“Ooh, you noticed my nails! Yeah, they're gold with a tiger-stripe pattern. Cool, huh? I can help you do your nails like this too. It would be fun if we matched. OH! Speaking of which.”

He walks over to a large cardboard box that was in the corner of the room, opens it, and takes out a white t-shirt.

“Our matching T-shirts are custom-made, you know. We ordered more to sell as merch.” When he unfolds it and shows you the front, it's a t-shirt exactly like his. “Which is how we blew through what little budget we had.”

He walks back to you and hands you the t-shirt. It's a little bigger than the size you normally wear.

“Sorry, we only made one size. I think it was because it was cheaper. He he. It's the same size as ours.”

You thank him and say you're excited to trying it on, so Kalim turns around so you can swap shirts. As soon as you tell him you're ready, he turns around and smiles when he sees you wearing the same t-shirt as him.

“It looks so good on you!” Kalim looks at his hand which has the ring with a red stone. “Hey, try this too.” He takes off the ring from his index finger, comes closer to you and holds out his hand. “Can I?” he asks with a cute smile.

You place your left hand on his right hand and he instinctively puts the ring on your ring finger.

“Another gift for you. For being my best friend and best fan, Heh heh heh. I tried really hard today because I really wanted to make you proud. We didn't get first place, but second is also really cool, isn't it? I won for the school and for you.”

In the midst of so much joy, you end up hugging him to thank him for the gifts and to say that you agree that second place is incredible too. He hugs you back so happily that he even spins you around, making you lift your feet off the ground.

You knew that even if Kalim really liked you, he wouldn't just give you a kiss out of the blue. So you're the one who does it and kisses him on the cheek. He's surprised for a second, but then he kisses your cheek back.

“Even though this day is already amazing.” He says, still hugging you and his face is so close to yours that your noses are almost touching. “The best part is still celebrating with you.” He ends by saying in a lower, more affectionate tone. His eyes inviting you to kiss him again.

You do it, but this time on his lips. You feel his enthusiasm and love not only by the intensity of his kiss but by the way he hugs you tighter.

You were coming back from Mr. S's Mystery Shop, while Grim had stayed at Ramshackle Dorm out of laziness, when you comment to yourself something about the shopping bags being a little heavy.

“You should not be shy about asking a trusted colleague for assistance then.” Lilia says, suddenly appearing upside down.

You get startled and almost drop one of the two bags you were carrying, but Lilia catches it in time.

“You are carrying all these purchases alone? Allow me to be your cute little helper until arriving at Ramshackle Dorm.”

He puts his feet on the ground and walks with you. You ask him if there was any reason for him to be around.

“Do you mean any other than a simple, pleasant walk? Ku fu fu. Well, yes. I was looking for students to invite to the interschool Battle of the Bands. The Pop Music Club will compete for Night Raven College against other arcana academies. One of our enemies being Royal Sword Academy.” He says with that smug smile. “I have a special ticket for you and Grim in the front row, along with Malleus, Silver, and Sebek.”

Lilia makes a ticket appear in his hand and gives it to you. He also explains that since you and Grim are counted as one student, you only need one ticket to go together.

“However,” Lilia smirks. “I have in my possession another type of ticket, an even more special and exclusive one, that I intend to gift to you and only you. Have I piqued your curiosity?”

Of course you are.

“Khee hee hee, that is the spirit! Here.” He makes another ticket appear, different from the first one he gave you. “It is a VIP pass. You can visit us in the trenches after the battle. Or as they call it, backstage.” His smug smile returns. “It would be a great pleasure to celebrate our victory with you.”

Lilia spotted you first. When you saw him he was already looking at you smiling. But during the performance he gave as much attention to you as he did to his Diasomnia boys. If you want to be Lilia's biggest cheerleader, you'll have to compete with Sebek, or simply join him.

To your surprise and that of all the other students who had seen them perform before, this time, they were actually taking it seriously. They were having fun as always, but you could tell they had been practicing and were trying hard to win. Lilia didn't even try to do his scream vocals or throw himself into the audience. Okay, he pretended he was going to do it, but just to startle the people at the front of the stage, he didn't actually do it.

The performance really went well, their best concert so far. But... unfortunately... Royal Sword Academy was better. At least for the jury who gave them first place, while Night Raven College got second... as always.

There was a buffet for the guests after the competition and you took advantage of Grim being busy with the food to use your VIP pass to go see Lilia, Kalim and Cater backstage.

You found them in the hallway. They were smiling and chatting excitedly when they saw you. All three of them really wanted to know what you thought of their performance and you said that it was the best show of theirs that you had ever seen.

While the four of you are talking, Lilia has the feeling of having forgotten something. And then he realizes that he was missing one of the necklaces. He must have forgotten it in the dressing room and suggests that Kalim and Cater go meet the others in the after-party while asking you to go with him to help him look for the necklace.

The two of you go to the dressing room that was provided for the three of them and start looking for the necklace. You ask him if he remembers when he took the necklace off his neck, but... he doesn't. You see him making that sulky face. His biggest pet peeve was missing things and then looking for them, and remember this makes you giggle.

“Are you laughing at my misfortune?” Lilia messes with you. “I lose such an important item and the person I trusted to help me makes fun of my memory loss. How mean. You are so cruel. *snif*” He fake whines.

You know he's just messing with you and tell him that you just thought it was funny because you remembered that it was his pet peeve.

“Do you know what kind of necklace I am searching for?” He asks with a smirk. “It is a long chain with a tag, all made of stainless steel. It's called Dog Tag, or more precisely: Military Dog Tag. Nowadays, many young people use it for style, especially cool band members such as yours truly. But its origins date back a few decades, during a battle between humans, as a way to identify soldiers who were wounded or killed on the battlefield. That is why these tags usually have the names, ranks and even the blood type of the respective soldiers engraved on them. Quite interesting, don't you think?” He smiles casually.

You agree, but ask why he decided to tell you that at that moment.

“Fu fu.” He smiles smugly again, the raspberry red of his eyes piercing you. “You are able to understand why this necklace suits me, correct? Should you not be more careful when laughing at me?”

In response, you smile at him relaxedly and tell him that you trust him.

“Khee hee hee, I'm actually glad to hear that.” Lilia smiles sweetly at you and suddenly seems to remember something that made him bursts out laughing.

You ask what he was laughing at. What had he remembered?

“HA HA HA HA! My memory really is not what it used to be. After our song, I accidentally broke my chain. But Kalim said he knew someone who could fix it and make it look like new. I told him ‘I'm actually glad to hear that’ and he put it in his trouser pocket. Ha ha ha ha!”

So you were looking for something that wasn't even there. And neither Lilia, Kalim nor Cater remembered that. You laugh with Lilia.

“Oh well, at least this little mistake served to spend a pleasant time alone with you.” He smiles seductively, abruptly switching the mood. “You know, second place is as noble a position as first place, but...” he makes puppy eyes at you. “I am quite sad to have dishonored our school by losing again Royal Sword Academy. *snif* Oh, if a loving soul could soothe my sorrows.” He closes his eyes sadly, but opens one to look at you with a sly smile at the corner of his lips.

You chuckle and ask if a hug would help. He says yes and hugs you before you can change your mind.

“At least it was fun.” He says close to your ear. “And it was a good sight to see you rooting for me. You are such a cute fan~” He pulled his head away, but didn't break the hug and pressed his nose against yours, looking at you provocatively. “But I wonder what kind of fan you would like to be. Cater told us some... captivating stories. Fu fu~”

Your noses were touching, but he wouldn't move any further than that. He expected you to take the initiative from there. If you do, and kiss him, you will feel his smile on your lips and the type of his hug gradually changing.

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ㅤOn the day the guy from your AP art class that you'd been eyeing for several weeks finally asked you out to the dance, you sprinted to Senku's house to tell him.

ㅤKnowing each other for years now, it was just natural that he was the first person you'd alert.

ㅤNot even your nice friends that complain about schoolwork and convince you to go out with them once a week instead of studying, or your classmates that you only speak to in class when there's nothing to do who ask you for answers and notes during breaks, but Senku.

ㅤThe guy who's most likely to either solve climate change or become a dictator and involve you in his madness either way.

ㅤYou don't know when exactly it hit you that you wanted to start doing less advanced schoolwork and more socializing, but you did know that Senku wasn't interested in it. He was always trying to drag you away from your friends to pull you back in the lab, putting you through Olympic sports level studying over college courses you weren't even planning to take, and running statistics on socialization to prove to you how useless it is compared to science.

ㅤSure, it was probably sweet in Senku's weird way of showing his care, but this time, you got asked out.

ㅤTo a school dance.

ㅤThis is revolutionary for you.

ㅤ"Hate to break it to you, but you're gonna have to cancel your little dance date thing," Senku interrupted, right when you were describing how the guy smoothly asked you after class.

ㅤ"What?" You blinked. "Why?"

ㅤ"I need your help setting up the telescope so we can compare Saturn's moons' orbits over the course of the night. Visibilty rate is the best on the night of the dance before the weather decides to start coating everything in snow," he said casually. Senku hadn't spared so much so a glance since you started talking.

ㅤWith him in his chair, scribbling down notes—probably memorizing each of Saturn's moons—you sat on his bed, fidgeting with a rubix cube in your lap.

ㅤ"Who's we? I'm going to the dance, Senku. You can collect your data by yourself because I'm not skipping out on this just for you." You rolled your eyes. "Ask Taiju, maybe."

ㅤ"Taiju's going with Yuzuriha, and I'd rather disturb your night over theirs because they have a more solid relationship than you and your little art buddy do."

ㅤYou huffed. Arguing over whose date should be prioritized more was useless.

ㅤ"Then you're on your own, Senku. I want to go. I got asked," You stated.

ㅤSenku sighed and put down his pencil. "You're gonna regret it, ten billion percent." He turned to face you, but didn't exactly meet your eyes. "Gen told me that guy is an entrepreneur in asking girls out over bets for money."

ㅤYou frowned. "Are you saying I'm more likely to be a bet than a real date?" Your hands fell slack in your lap.

ㅤ"I'm saying that you need to think more logically about the people around you." He gestured towards the space around you with his hand then stood up and flicked your forehead. "Use that supposed brain of yours to make better decisions, idiot."

ㅤYou rubbed your forehead, it didn't hurt at all. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, you're not a licensed therapist and I don't feel comfortable taking life advice from someone who watches petri dishes for entertainment."

ㅤSenku turned back around, a smirk peeking at the corner of lips. He scoffed. "Alright, see through the consequences of your actions. Not my problem."

—

ㅤOh how you loathe how right Senku is every time.

ㅤSitting in one of those cheap, black chairs the dance committee laid out at a table only you were at, your date was over an hour late and it was just now starting to sink in.

ㅤYou got stood up.

ㅤThis is unbelievable.

ㅤWith a sigh, you stopped your relentless tapping on the table and placed your chin in your hand as you watched everyone with sonder.

ㅤYour friends were occupied with their own dates. Taking pictures, dancing, sneaking off to make out in a bathroom stall, things you've never really pictured yourself doing but sometimes wished you could. More or less because you craved the real experience and making memories and not because you wanted a pair of lips trailing bacteria and saliva down your neck.

ㅤYeah, maybe you could cross that one off as unnecessary.

ㅤYou checked the time on your phone. 10:38 PM. Might as well go for a walk and rethink everything about your life, then come back with a new identity.

ㅤOne step outside and you had already made another regret: not bringing a thicker jacket.

ㅤHumiliation was stronger than your need for warmth, so you walked down the steps and strode into the night.

ㅤNo particular destination, just listening to the sound of the cool breeze, clacking of your accessories, and your shoes hitting the pavement with each step. A car or two would drive by and you'd wonder if they thought you were a loner, or maybe a runaway.

ㅤPassing a lampost, you grazed your fingers over the pole and observed the light and shadows sharply reacting to your bone structure. Your gaze softened at such a simple sight. Maybe if things had gone well, that hand would be warmer, held by the art guy who apparently profited over your emotional expense.

ㅤ"I can't help but respect the hustle. I would've done it for the yen, too," you softly whispered to yourself. You took a few more steps then collapsed on the bench next to the post, shivering at the cold.

ㅤYou sighed as you tilted your head up towards the moon, your breath coming out as white wisps. For a moment, you only counted the stars you could see.

ㅤThen warm tears began to trace your cheeks.

ㅤIf you weren't freezing cold, you would have lifted a hand or two to wipe them away. But it's okay. There's nobody around. You walked far enough to guarantee that. It's pretty stupid to be crying over something so trivial. You've shed a few tears over exams, failed experiments, teacher comments, normal things that you deemed worthy crying over because they were failures—important things that slipped past your logical thinking.

ㅤThis wasn't like that. This wasn't a test below 80% or a shattered beaker, this was your emotions. A consequence you couldn't have foreseen like you could with a grammatical error. All you did was say yes. All you wanted was a date.

ㅤYou closed your eyes, taking shaky breaths.

ㅤ"Moon, why does nothing ever go right for me?" You asked quietly, as if a round rock in earth's orbit could offer you comfort.

ㅤYou tilted your head back down and wiped the tears onto your sleeves.

ㅤ"... What the hell are you doing here?"

ㅤ"WHAT the FUCK, Senku—" you flinched and snapped your head towards the voice, recognizing him immediately. "—where did you—?"

ㅤ"Answer my question first," he deadpanned. Senku was wearing a much better coat than you were. Regular pajama pants, too, and bedhead hair.

ㅤYou turned your head away, still attempting to fix your whole crying situation. "I'm on a walk. Th—the school gym was crowded."

ㅤ"Uh huh." Reluctancy to tell the truth detected. Senku settled on analyzing you and piecing together what actually happened instead—not like it'd be hard, he saw this coming a week ago.

ㅤHe gave a dramatic sigh. "Move over."

ㅤHesitantly, you made room for him on the bench. He sat a little too close. No, that's probably you.

ㅤ"Art freak ditched you?"

ㅤSilence.

ㅤ"I'll take that as a yes. All your critical thinking deficient friends too busy to accompany you?"

ㅤSilence.

ㅤ"Damn, rough night."

ㅤ"Don't say it," you muttered, lowering your head a bit more.

ㅤHe smirked. "Say what?" He teased, leaning closer to you for more effect. "I told you—"

ㅤ"Senku," you stopped him, voice coming out with less confidence and stability than you intended. You sniffled.

ㅤSenku leaned back on the bench and stared straight ahead for a moment of silence. Uncomfortable silence, significantly on his part.

ㅤWere you crying? He could've deducted that from the sight of you moping on the bench earlier when he started walking here, but he sincerely hoped you weren't because he wouldn't know how to deal with that—how to make you feel better.

ㅤHe'd seen you cry before... from afar... with someone else handling it. After all these years, he still didn't wouldn't know what to do exactly.

ㅤOne time, you cried over a failed math test because your friends wanted to take you somewhere fun the night before. They said you worked too hard and that it was important for you to relax every now and then. Senku disagreed with their beliefs, always encouraged you to study more. When you started crying, he thought only about how he was right. When your friends started frantically apologizing, comforting you until you started smiling and laughing again, he wondered if he was wrong.

ㅤLogically, no, not at all.

ㅤEmotionally?

ㅤSenku never bothered with your questionable taste in the people you surround yourself with until then. He realized he forgot to factor in your emotional need for connection, experience, and comfort, and that's why you stuck around those gossipy idiots, half of whom are failing in at least two subjects.

ㅤSenku clicked his tongue and spoke up. "Look, you got stood up by some kid who'll probably be a deadbeat when he grows up, who cares? You'll live. You should be more above this, genius."

ㅤYou shifted slightly. "That's not helpful."

ㅤHe shrugged. "Tch, this isn't my sort of thing to do so have some empathy."

ㅤHe glanced at you and heard a soft chuckle. He smiled. Laughter, good. Clear sign of positive improvement in emotional recovery.

ㅤ"Then why are you trying?" You snickered, leaning back on the bench and tilting your head towards him. The thought of Senku Ishigami, comforting you, was impossible in the way that it was hilarious.

ㅤSenku looked away, trying not to catch your contagious laugh. "Because you were crying."

ㅤSilence.

ㅤHe leaned back and crossed his arms. You only watched, absorbing that singular sentence. Such a simple reason, yet it meant way too much than it should have coming from Senku.

ㅤHe stared at the street, you stared at him.

ㅤ"Shouldn't you be watching Saturn's moons right now?" You blurted.

ㅤSenku looked at you. Was that it? It was that easy to make you feel better? Noted.

ㅤ"Didn't feel like graphing things myself all night." He shrugged, stretching his legs out. "Went on a walk instead and saw your lonely ass moping on a bench."

ㅤ"Besides," he continued, looking up at the night sky. "this is nice, too. Y'know I'm not only into astronomy because of the scientific details and data, right? I mean, c'mon, any person would be curious of this too." Senku gestured at the sky.

ㅤYou followed his gaze. A small smile spread on your lips, the moon offered you comfort after all.

ㅤSenku went on to list 88 more facts about space with words that had too many syllables to count. You were half listening, half wondering why scientific terms always ended in '-tion'.

ㅤIn the middle of his rant, you pulled out your phone.

ㅤ"12:00 AM, happy New Year, Senku," you joked, smiling at him. "The dance is wrapping up by now. I'll just tell my friends I went home early or something." You sighed as you slid lower down the bench, shivering.

ㅤ"Alright, might as well wrap this disaster up too," Senku huffed, standing up with his hands in his pockets. You followed and began walking down the path to your place, Senku walked next to you.

ㅤSilence. Comfortable silence. Just listening to the sound of the cool breeze, clacking of your accessories, and you and Senku's shoes hitting the pavement with each step.

ㅤYou passed by a 24/7 convenience store, glancing up momentarily at the bright light. Senku followed your gaze and stopped walking.

ㅤ"Want something?" He nodded towards the store. You shook your head. He sighed. "Alright, one second."

ㅤSenku took your arm and dragged you into the convenience store.

ㅤYou yelped. "Wh—!?"

ㅤSenku let go of you at the cashier desk, disappearing into one of the aisles. You blinked and made awkward eye contact with the worker.

ㅤYou peeked your head into the shelves. "Senku?" You called out. Senku magically reappeared next to you.

ㅤ"Get yourself a snack or whatever. I'm just looking for something."

ㅤYou shivered. "God, you're like a ghost," you murmured.

ㅤPhone in hand, packet of pastillas in the other. You waited for Senku at the front. He returned with what looked like one of those ice packet things the elementary school office used to hand out to those injury prone kids for bruises and stuff. You decided not to question it. Senku snatched the pastillas from your hand and handed it to the cashier. Before you could pull out your wallet, he had already paid.

ㅤYou narrowed your eyes at him and slowly put your wallet back.

ㅤOn your way out, he pressed something on the ice packet then handed it to you. It was warm.

ㅤ"Ohh, it's a heat pad," you said. Senku nodded.

ㅤ"You looked like you were about to get a secret fourth degree level of frostbite back there."

ㅤYou glared at him but laughed anyway and thanked him, feeling significantly rejuvenated by the warmth. Senku opened your snack.

ㅤ"What are these?" he held one piece up as you two walked side by side. You took one for yourself and popped it in your mouth.

ㅤ"Pastillas," you said, chewing. "They're good, try one."

ㅤSenku ate one and made a face.

ㅤYou snickered at his reaction. "What? Don't like it?"

ㅤHe held the packet up and squinted at the ingredients. "Does this thing have, like, 15 pounds of sugar per serving? Holy." You laughed. "You're going to get one cavity per bite. Never letting you pick snacks again."

ㅤ"I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted to share in the first place. And if you hate it so much, why are you eating more?" You glared, taking the packet back before Senku could toss another piece in his mouth.

ㅤ"I was stating facts, not my true opinion," he countered. "Your taste in convenience store snacks are nutritiously inefficient, but admittedly, not bad." Senku made a hand gesture as he spoke.

ㅤThe rest of the walk to your house was—for one, warmer, and a lot nicer than what you expected with that AP art classmate.

ㅤIn retrospect, you didn't know why you said yes in the first place. It wasn't like you two were super close. It was clearly a one-sided crush. Senku called him a distraction. You knew that. And yet, caught up in the moment of when he asked you after class, you said yes.

ㅤYou made impulsive decisions sometimes. It's a good thing Senku knows how to knock sense into you. Never is it polite nor gentle, but he does it without being prompted, and is always conveniently there for you when it ends in disaster—painfully accurate according to his prediction.

ㅤYou snuck a glance at him while you walked in that same, slow pace, as if you were mutually savouring the moment.

ㅤSenku, the guy who would either solve climate change or become a dictor and involve you in his madness either way, cheered you up, bought you a heat pad and a snack, and then walked you home.

ㅤAre you just now realizing this?

ㅤRealizing him?

ㅤYou faced forward once again, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.

ㅤFuck. This is going to be your worst distraction yet.

ㅤ"We're here." Senku's voice snapped you out of the clouds. Your eyes darted from his to your home. You muttered a small "Oh" and started walking towards your door.

ㅤYour hand lingered on the door knob. You could already hear Senku's footsteps fading into the quiet of the night.

ㅤThat's a bit unfair of you, isn't it?

ㅤ"Senku," you called out.

ㅤHe turned around with that unfathomable look, like walking you home was just another task on his to-do list that he was satisfied to check off and not an overly romantic gesture you didn't know he was even capable of.

ㅤ"Thank you." You smiled.

ㅤYou caught a glimpse of his smirk before he turned away.

ㅤ"Don't go accepting any more dates with ridiculous guys without consulting me first," he retorted.

ㅤWith a sigh, you entered your house, kicked your shoes off your aching feet (you walked a farther distance than you thought), and collapsed on your bed, fully content with sleeping in your current attire.

ㅤYou threw the empty packet of pastillas in your trash and left the heat pad on your desk.

ㅤYour phone buzzed in your jacket. You hummed, contemplating whether or not you should fall asleep now or answer that.

ㅤOpening your phone, you squinted at the brightness, scrambling to turn it down. You opened the notification. A text from your friend group.

[name]whre are u??????

did thwy get kidnepaped holy shit guys

vroo i told u their date was sketchy asf like

ㅤYou chuckled at their texts and typed out a reply.

i'm fine lol

i went for a walk and ran into senku.

SO U DID GET KIDNEPAPD😥

no, hs walked me home

wair werent you supposed to be with that guy feom yiur art class?

he stood me up, not a big deal.

senku filled in.

ㅤToo tired to elaborate, you dropped your phone on the bed next to you and began to count stars until you fell asleep.

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Calm Before the Storm — Bodhi Durran

Synopsis: After being excluded from weapon-drops for reasons unknown, only one thing can give you solace: Bodhi. Sometimes, though, not even he can calm the swell of your storms alone.

Includes: Marked!Reader, more Freya lore, slooooow burn, my own interpretation of how Bodhi manifested, angst yet again, mentions of slight passive suicidal ideation, and lots of thunder. Italic font marks spoken Tyrrish. Takes place before Fourth Wing. 

Day 3 of Bodhi Week is the why of how Bodhi gets his signet — and I will be writing for that — but what about the when? What could have forced him to stop another person’s signet?

For you, it started small. Xaden didn’t want to have you to come along on his first weapon delivery — but that was just in case he got caught and executed. That was fine. Garrick wasn’t allowed to go, either, so it made sense. You laid in bed and prayed that no one would catch Xaden, and all would be well.

Then, after the first four drops, Garrick started to tag along. More hands, Xaden said, would get the Poromish army more weaponry. Only Garrick, though. You and Soleil didn’t come, since neither of you had manifested yet. That made sense, too. No use in going on missions when you couldn’t even wield yet. Spéir even agreed, so you stayed put. 

But then you manifested — quite powerfully. The storm-wielding signet was rare. So rare, actually, that only two living people had that signet: General Sorrengail, and you. That time, you elected to stay at Basgiath yourself. There was no way of telling how your signet worked, and with how tricky it was, you didn’t want to risk exposing the entire operation. You stared out the window as Sgaeyl and Chradh darted out under the cover of darkness. It would only be a matter of time, you told yourself. Once things finally got under control, you’d be flying and helping the movement in no time.

Finally, the year ended. You all moved up, your signet training continued, and more marked ones were added to Basgiath’s roster. More hands, when they were ready to wield. You were just glad that they didn’t make Bodhi go, since he was Xaden’s little right-hand man. The two of you laid in your respective beds before ultimately deciding to spend the nights with each other in your room, not enjoying the feeling of being left behind.

It was easy to cope with it all when Bodhi was there to hold you. Sure, you felt excluded, but you weren’t the only one that was left to watch. 

Until tonight.

Maybe it was just pure ignorance that led Imogen to spill that she and Bodhi would be doing deliveries today, despite the fact that they were newly-bonded and hadn’t manifested their signets yet. Maybe it was her way of boasting about her skills. That had hit home, though, to be the final straw with your patience. 

What was so bad about you that you couldn’t help?

You pace back and forth in your room, your shields fastened so tightly that it makes your head throb. If Spéir knew what was happening, you knew she’d take it up with Sgaeyl — and although you trusted your dragon more than you did yourself, you weren’t confident that she would make it out of a confrontation like that alive.

“Am I that weak?” You whisper, halting and staring down at your hands. A slight breeze brushes across your skin, rustling your hair a little. “It isn’t possible…”

Could you have done something to make Xaden lose faith in you? You’d gone along with his plans perfectly, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know you — you’d been sneaking around with each other since the ripe age of eight. Sure, there had been some time lost when you were separated, but that couldn’t mean anything, right?

You hardly notice the wind picking up outside, thick clouds rolling in and covering the bright September sun. Someone else does, however — or, rather, his dragon does — and the Green wastes no time in urging his rider to come find you.

You’re glaring down at yourself when a soft knock pulls you from your thoughts. Only one person would dare come for you on one of your days off. You flick your wrist, the lock on your door sliding out with a small click, and wait. 

Hesitantly, cautiously, the door slides open, and a familiar curl-clad head pops through the door. You’d finally gotten around to adjusting your wards so that he could enter without you, so he slides in and closes the door wordlessly before turning to you.

“Hey,” he greets you softly, his eyes meeting yours in concern. “You alright?”

No, actually. You’re far from alright.

“Yes?” You blink. “Why?”

Bodhi plops on your bed as if he belongs there. “Because the winds are going insane right now, and it just got so cloudy that it looks like it’s evening.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. You move to the window and poke your head through the curtains; sure enough, it looks dark enough to be at least eight at night. 

“Oh,” is all you can say. You inhale a little and force the winds to die down a little. “My bad.”

Your body startles a bit as a gentle hand comes to grasp your shoulder. “A chara,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that you have to lean back a little to hear him. “You don’t have to give me details, but I’d really like to know what’s bothering you. I feel like you’ve been avoiding us a lot, and I miss you.”

A muscle in your jaw feathers. “I’m not avoiding anyone,” you huff, shoving your hands in your pockets as you try to quell the winds. “I just have things to do.”

Under your breath, you can’t help but add, “And clearly, everyone else does, too.”

Bodhi stills. Ah. It wasn’t that you were in pain or stressed out. You were…envious. Jealous, maybe? No, jealousy was too petty for you — right?

Ever so gently, he nudges you in the direction of your bed. “Is this because of that fight earlier?” He asks, tilting his head. “Because I totally agree—“

“No,” you snap, shaking your head. “I’m pissed off that I can’t do the dagger drops tonight. Riorson clearly doesn’t trust me to get the job done, or I’d be doing it every other time.”

His brow furrows. That couldn’t be possible. “Are you kidding?” He asks. “Of course he trusts you. You’re one of the only people he allows to see him when—“

“That’s not the same.” You cut him off harshly. ”You don’t get it, Bodhs. I understood the first few times. None of us went, and then I hadn’t manifested yet, which was fair enough, but then everyone is allowed to go except me?”

You scoff, throwing a lazy hand in his direction. “You haven’t even gotten your signet yet, and he’s sending you out. What a load of bullshit.”

Bodhi frowns, a little line dipping by his lip. In retrospect, it was pretty hypocritical of his cousin to keep you on a short leash while everyone else got to contribute to the revolution — but, on another, smaller hand, he was grateful. It kept you out of harm’s way and kept Bodhi’s heart from twisting in worry every time he thought about you.

“I guess,” he concedes. “But I don’t think it’s about my or Imogen’s signets. We’re bonded now—“

“That’s not it, either,” you groan. “Because that’s the excuse we had for why we couldn’t go last year.”

You shake your head. Excuses. So many damn excuses. You were done with them.

“I don’t think it stands as a testament to your character,” Bodhi says gently, touching two fingers to your elbow in a familiar, grounding gesture. “Maybe it’s because—“

“I don’t need an explanation,” you snap. “He doesn’t want to include me because he thinks I’m incapable. I’m too unpredictable. I’m weak, and if we get caught, it’ll be on me. He doesn’t have to say it, Bodhi. I get the idea pretty damn well.”

Your jaw clenches, and before you can quite comprehend it, a loud crack of thunder boomsfrom outside, rattling the windowpanes and sending a pleasant hum through your bones. You welcome the oncoming storm that will blow off some steam — but Bodhi clearly does not. 

He takes your wrists gently in his, squeezing over your relic as if to stop the flow of power surging from you. “Stop that,” he scolds softly. “Don’t talk about yourself that way. You’re far from weak, and you know it.”

You feel yourself stiffen a little before a dry scoff leaves you. “I’ll talk about myself any way I damn please,” you counter, snatching your hands away. “It’s true. Clearly, I’m not wanted. Why don’t you go run off to play shadow, huh? Leave me to get over it.”

The words that leave your mouth surprise you — but you don’t move to take them back. Bodhi’s mouth settles into a firm line before he shakes his head stubbornly. 

“What is this?” He demands, flinching as more thunder sounds from outside. “Are you serious? You can’t be. You can’t seriously believe that you’re incapable just because Xaden or Garrick won’t let you risk your life for a few dagger drops.”

You push yourself off your bed, beginning to pace back and forth. “Really?” You shoot back. “Then why is every other fucking marked kid in this gods-forsaken college running out every other night, while I’m holed away in here to watch, huh? I have one of the rarest signets in my year, but that obviously doesn’t mean anything, or else I’d be on Spéir’s back going gods-know-where right now.”

“He’s just protecting you!” Bodhi says, his eyes widened with something like pleading. “He doesn’t want you hurt, chara. It’s not an insult.”

“To you!” You whirl around, eyes blazing in anger. As if on cue, rain starts pouring from the sky, although it’d been nothing but sunny just an hour earlier. “It’s not an insult to you, Bodhi. But it is to me. I’d rather have someone try and assassinate me again than this. At least those people are honest with me.”

He stands, his irritation and anxiety cresting. You couldn’t possibly mean that, could you?

“Don’t say that,” he repeats insistently. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“Oh,” you spit. “Really, now? Because I find it perfectly reasonable. I’m surprised you’re even here given the fact that the only person who even talks to me anymore is Cosette, and she doesn’t fucking know about what we’re doing yet. I wouldn’t be surprised if Garrick told her and got her to start soon.”

Bodhi had only paid about an eighth of his attention to the chaos outside, but his head instantly snaps to stare at the window as a streak of lightning lights up the darkened sky. Shit. He needs to stop this, and soon — before someone else shows up to deal with it.

“Easy,” he tries, showing you his hands placatingly. “He would never. Cosette knows a lot about a lot, but Garrick would never risk her like that. I think he’d have a heart attack.”

“Gee.” You snort. “I’d agree, but I wouldn’t know that, seeing as he hasn’t talked to me in almost two weeks.”

“That’s hardly on him,” Bodhi protests against his better judgement. The sight of the withering look you shoot him sends a chill down his back, as if you’d shot cold air down his shirt.

Actually, maybe you had. It wouldn’t take a genius to notice that the temperature in the room was dropping, which meant — Fuck. You’re losing control of yourself. His eyes dart around for any of those special little conduits he sees you carrying around all the time, but to no avail.

There is nothing standing in the way of you summoning a hurricane in this building right now besides him. 

“A thaisce,” he tries to reason with you. “Please. Breathe for a second, and we can talk about it. You gotta calm down, before—“

“Before what?” The laugh that leaves you is rough. “Before I tear this place apart? I’m too weak for that, Bodhs.”

Goosebumps appear on Bodhi’s arms. He tries to think: What could possibly keep you from breaking and having leadership come after you? He can’t even begin to count possibilities, because he can’t even think of one.

Desperately, he begins to plead. “Please,” he begs. “I can’t— They don’t think you’re weak, because we all know you’re not. You’re so responsible, and capable, and—“

More thunder.

Your eyes flash with something sadder this time, and you shake your head. “They don’t think so,” you say lowly, barely registering the cool air around you. “I just don’t get why.”

Bodhi opens his mouth to try and calm you, to list a thousand reasons why you’re perfectly responsible outside of the duty (why were you so obsessed with it, anyway?) before he freezes, Cuir’s low, raspy voice echoing through his mind.

“Gréine,” he warns. “There are whispers among leadership. Calm your girl before they find a reason to question her.”

Bodhi doesn’t even take the time to linger over the dragon’s words, his blood running cold at the mere thought of you being interrogated by anyone who’d love to take you out.

“Chara.” The endearing term comes out automatically. “Levine. Please. Breathe. Cuir says leadership is starting to notice the storm. I don’t want you to—“

“What,” you interrupt, “be killed? Maybe they should kill me; you know, get rid of the deadweight.”

The anxiety in Bodhi’s mind subsides into a solid, almost-tangible feeling of horror. Behind his eyes, he can see something glow. Something raw, something real. Something you need — or else you’ll be ripped away from him again.

“What?” He whispers, his gut sinking. “I—No. You don’t mean that.”

His chest starts to heave a little, and you halt with the realization that your apathetic attitude has Bodhi on the precipice of panic. Shit.

“You don’t mean that,” he repeats, glancing out the window at the torrential downpour that streams from the almost-black clouds. “No. I’m not letting you die. Not like that.”

Suddenly, the roles are reversed, and you’re suddenly hit with a clarity you haven’t felt in days — maybe even weeks.

“Bodhi,” you say softly, regret hitting you straight in the stomach. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to say that.”

You’re too late, though. Your words have done their damage, and Bodhi looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. No — he feels it. He needs to stop this now, but he can’t. He’s not strong enough. Not strong enough to stop your storms,

 or to protect you from the people who want you dead.

He can’t let that happen. He won’t.

“That’s the spirit,” Cuir says encouragingly, his tone lighter with excitement. “You see that light, Gréine? Reach down and grab that. It’s yours. Stop her. Make her see.”

You frown, more confused. “Bodhi?”

Instinctively, he imagines himself stretching, reaching like he does for his bond with Cuir and curling his fingers around that ball of power that shakes in his chest. He stares out the window for a second at the ongoing storm and grits his teeth, yanking the light to his chest and gasping when he feels it surge all the way through him, as if he himself had been struck by lightning.

He’s not alone in the feeling. The clouds and lightning that swirl in your stomach slow a little — like a physical, impossible barrier had separated the air and convinced it to quiet down. You stiffen a little as an unfamiliar sensation is draped upon you. It’s not uncomfortable; more than anything, it feels like someone has snuffed out a candle in you, leaving you with nothing but a gentle breeze and a summer rain in your veins.

Make her see. 

And, just like that, the storm outside lessens. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but the roaring thunder quiets to soft rumbles, and the pouring rain lets up to a light drizzle. You’re so caught off-guard that your shields slide down, and it’s only a matter of time before Spéir pokes into your mind. 

“Zephyr? Are you alright?”

You don’t acknowledge her, though. Instead, you just study Bodhi for a moment, who looks so confused that it’s almost comical. 

Did he just…

You take a step closer, testing to see if he’s still aware of himself. “Bodhi?”

He looks up, a tinge of fear sparking in his eyes. He holds his shaking hands out in front of him as if they were plagued.

“What did I just do?” He whispers frantically. “Is that…Was that normal?”

You shake your head and take another step closer, gently taking his hand and rubbing your fingers over his knuckles. Sure enough, his skin tingles, vibrating with a newfound sense of power that you’ve never seen before.

You observe him for a moment before you take a step back. “I…think that may be your signet, Bodhs.”

Bodhi looks so shaken that you barely even care about the fact that you’d been moments away from flooding the school. You reach out and test your power tentatively, finding it tucked away in that neat little box you keep it in. For some reason, though, you can only draw out a little. A light breeze brushes against Bodhi’s face, and you guide him to sit down.

He shakes himself from his stupor and grabs you by the hips, pulling you in between his legs and staring at you desperately.

“You didn’t mean that though, right?” He whispers. “You don’t actually…”

Your eyes soften, and you trace a gentle finger across his jaw before sinking it into his hair.

“No,” you reply quietly. “I don’t want to be killed. I just…It sucks, I guess. That Xaden doesn’t trust me to get the job done. You’d think he’d have more faith in me than that.”

Still fearful, the boy sinks his hands into your sheets and grips them tightly. “I don’t know why he won’t let you go,” he says quietly, “but let me say this: It’s not because you’re weak, or incapable, or irresponsible. If you were, you wouldn’t be in charge of training us on weekends, or you’d probably be dead right now.”

With a clearer mind, you can finally hear his reasoning. While you don’t exactly agree, you can accept it enough to lay the subject to rest.

“Well…” You suck in a deep breath. “Fair. It just hurts, you know? No one will even talk to me. It’s like I’m not even a Tyr anymore.”

A strong pair of arms wraps around you, pulling you into Bodhi’s warmth. 

“Not true,” he says, tucking his face into your neck. “You’ll always be a part of what we’re doing, whether Xaden allows you to come or not. I’ll always make sure of that.”

Absentmindedly, you run your hands over his shoulders, still tense with anxiety.

“Are you okay?” You prompt him. “Ease up. It’s just your signet working itself for the first time.”

You feel him press a tiny, almost unnoticeable little kiss to your neck before he draws away and shakes his head.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he says, staring down at his hands. “I just know I wanted the storm to stop, and Cuir said to grab the little light…”

Well, there’s that. You’d helped Bodhi to wield for the first time, but out of pure necessity. Maybe that was better than it taking control of him on its own at any other given moment.

“Try relaxing it,” you suggest, smoothing your hand over him again. “You still see that light, m'eudail? You still have it in your hands?”

Bodhi closes his eyes. Sure enough, that green light is still there, pulsing and thrumming with all the power he has no idea how to use. “Yes?”

“Let it go,” you say carefully. “Not all at once, but try bringing yourself away from it.”

Straining, Bodhi moves his hands. It’s difficult, like that time he decided to stick his hand in a bucket of honey, but eventually he finds himself a good distance away from it. He opens his eyes wearily.

A triumphant little grin splays on your lips. “Good,” you praise, ruffling his hair a bit. “That was good.” You try sending out a smaller wind, and sure enough, it presses against his temple.

“You’re not a storm wielder.” You cock your head to the side in thought. “You can’t be. But I don’t understand…”

Where your voice trails off, Cuir’s picks up in the back of his head.

“The girl is correct. You are no storm wielder.”

“Okay,” he replies, dumbfounded, “but what does that mean?”

“It means,” the dragon says, “that you did not bend the storm. You bent your girl’s power, down at its core. You, Gréine, are a signet-blocker.”

He pauses and tilts his head. “A signet-blocker?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. There was no way…

“Holy shit,” you breathe. “Are you serious?”

He meets your eyes and nods. “That’s what Cuir said.”

You stare at him for a moment before plopping down next to him. He blocked your signet. He didn’t will the storm away — he went down into you and countered the streams of your power like a human dam.

“That’s…unbelievable.” You shake your head. “I don’t think you get it, Bodhs. That power…”

He flexes his fingers subconsciously. “Is it…bad?”

“No!” You exclaim. “Bodhi, that signet…I‘ve never heard of it once. Give it a year or two, and you very well may be one of the most powerful people on The Continent.”

A signet-blocker. That means that no matter who he goes up against, no matter how rare or useful their signet is, Bodhi could disable them instantly. Maybe he doesn’t get it yet — you’ll save that talk for his cousin — but that’s impressive. Maybe also a bit intimidating, the way he stopped a whole downpour, but nonetheless impressive.

“You should go tell the others,” you say with a small nudge. “It’s exciting, but also really important.”

He frowns and shakes his head no. “I’m not leaving you. We still need to talk it out.”

You blink. “Did we not just do that?”

He catches your hand and lowers it to your lap. “No,” he says firmly. “You vented, and then I manifested. That’s not a conversation.”

As much as you’d like to argue with him (because seriously — you have a lot more to say), you can tell he’s serious. Bodhi never takes on that stern tone with you, which means that it would do you good to can it and listen.

He lifts your hands to his and presses his forehead to yours. “You are not weak,” he says fiercely. “You are not incapable, and you are more responsible than Xaden, Garrick, and me combined. They’re trying to keep you alive, and you’re not safe if you’re going out to do highly illegal shit that would absolutely have you killed.”

“I don’t want to be safe,” you huff. “I want to help. I made a promise, and I intend on keeping it.”

“…And I didn’t?” 

Silence.

And then…

“I’m sorry?”

Bodhi’s eyes sparkle with something a little deeper, something protective. “I made a promise, too, you know,” he murmurs. “Don’t you remember?”

You open your mouth to retort that, no, you don’t remember…And then it hits you.

Screams.

A hand on your shoulder. 

Bodhi, pulling you into his chest. 

Him shooting a small nod to your father right before he went up in flames.

He hadn’t been paying his respects to the commander. No — he’d been making a vow.

“I said I’d protect you,” he says quietly, “no matter the cost. I don’t plan on forsaking that promise, and I’m sorry that it makes you feel angry and insulted. I don’t care what else it is you do. You could get a second signet, secretly pick off military brats, or even kill someone in leadership, and I’d help you with everything. Just not this. I can’t risk putting you in danger, chara.”

 It’s stunning how easily a few sentences can shut you up. Bodhi’s eyes blaze with an onyx fire that you’ve only seen once or twice throughout your life — only when he felt determined, his endless drive pushing him to the limits to do the jobs he’s meant to do. 

That’s what this is. It’s not that they don’t value you — it’s quite the opposite. Bodhi values you too much, and this is the consequence of that.

You hold his gaze for a moment before you break it off, sighing quietly. “There’s no way to convince either of you to let up?”

He shakes his head. “Like I said; you could do literally anything else, and I would help you bury as many bodies as you needed me to. I would kill an army, and I’d burn a city. I just can’t let you fly out that far when people already have their eyes on you.”

His eyes search your face. “Is that enough?”

You bite down on your lip before reluctantly backing away. “Yeah,” you say quietly, averting your eyes. “I…Yeah. I still don’t like it, though.”

One of his softer smiles breaks onto his face, and he pinches your cheek gently. “I fucking despise it for you, personally,” he amends. “But I don’t break promises, and I won’t risk my best friend.”

You nod. “Fine. I’ll drop it for now.” Your eyes turn steely. “But don’t think that I won’t talk to Xaden about the same thing regarding you.”

He raises his hands innocently. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You allow him to pull you in for a tight hug before cuffing him on the shoulder. “Go see your cousin. He planned out a whole speech for when you finally manifested, and he’s been dying to give it.”

A snort leaves him. “No way.”

“Yes, way,” you deadpan. “Now shoo.”

You flop down on your back with a soft huff. Maybe you could live with the anger of not being allowed to go on weapon drops if it meant that Bodhi would rest easy for once. It wasn’t really what you preferred, but he said it himself — he made a promise to your father. You wouldn’t dare disappoint the man, even if he wasn’t alive to see the damage.

“Zephyr.”

Fuck. You curse under your breath. You’d forgotten about your little dilemma with Spéir.

“Yes?”

“Look at me, please.”

Stiffly, you sit up and make your way over to your armoire. Swinging it open, you lean against the side and face the little mirror. You stare into your own eyes, but you can easily picture her eyes spearing directly into your soul.

“I do not appreciate being blocked out like that.”

“I know,” you murmur. 

“And you are not sorry?”

You almost hesitate, but hesitation would only make Spéir more disappointed. 

“I regret not being honest with you,” you start slowly. “But I’m not sorry for taking time for myself.”

“Do you not think I would have helped you?” The dragon asks. “You could have blown the entire college away, had your mate not stepped in.”

“He isn’t my mate,” you remind her. “He’s my best friend. And…” You sigh. “Yeah. He got me to chill. But still, Spéir. I needed time.”

“I would have given you time,” she says gently, sending a small wave of pleasant peace down the little glowing bond. “And before you ask, I heard everything. I agree with him wholeheartedly. I will not risk having you killed for something as simple as weaponry. When you go down, I will follow with you — but that will be either in battle, or old age. Not a moment before.”

You cringe away from your reflection as your eyes take on that light violet hue for just a moment before dimming back into their natural color, Spéir making your connection more than just mental.

“Do I make myself clear, Zephyr?”

You grip the edge of the armoire door tightly. Well, now you have Bodhi and a dragon opposing you. You could kiss your determination to help goodbye.

“Crystal,” you manage, bringing a hand to cover your pounding heart. “Crystal clear, Spéir.”

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[the-invisibility-bloke]

midstory line tag

(10 lines from the middle of 10 fics & tagging 10 people)

Thanks for the tag, @thecouchsofa! Everyone go read these fucking bangers.

Some out-of-context fuckery:

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jesus wept

“I want—just stand up, come on.” “Why?” But Saxon does it anyway. Indulgence habit, maybe. All those times Lochlan made him sit for hours to guinea-pig a new magic trick. Lochlan peers up from under his lashes, blinks away the nerves. Magic won’t save him now. “Always wanted to do it on my knees."

charmeuse

“What are you gonna do to me, Harry?” Nervy, biting, but it’s all breath. “Bend me over your knee and spank me?” You swallow hard, catch the hook of his bait in your throat. “Maybe I should.” “Yeah?” Knife’s-edge eyes raze over yours, close, closer. “Get in line."

the gift that keeps on giving

“Shut that cocksleeve you call a mouth.” Malfoy laughs, resplendent. Admittedly, using his proprietary insults against him isn’t doing Harry any favours. “My dear Potter, if you eye-buggered that boy any harder you’d give him a second hole.”

joyride

“I didn’t raise a bratty bottom.” “You didn’t raise me at all,” grinding back to show he’s noticed, that he knows what he’s doing, what he’s done. “Dirty old man.” “If I had, maybe you’d have some manners."

hold infinity

“Dozed through Divination, did you?” “Yeah, well.” Still he fidgets with Sirius’ hand, layering invisible sigils over coarse topography. “S’pose I was a bit distracted by the madman breaking into my dormitory.” “Mm. Hope he didn’t take advantage.” “Wouldn’t mind if he had."

speeding through red lights (into paradise)

This is controlled entropy, born of a well-matured lust, long denied. Harry has no choice but to mature along with it, to lick and bite into Sirius’ mouth, to suck on his tongue until Sirius groans, for this is where Harry wants him: losing control so he’ll take control, burn up his guilt, let go and accept that Harry needs him, this way and every way.

a fire they can't put out

“We’re not losing anything,” Harry says. “I’m still yours, and you’re mine. Always.” The lie goes up in flames. They’re losing an entire life that never existed. Never could.

periculum

“When you’re experiencing emotional pain, physical pain can sort of... ground you. Distract you. Bring you back to your body. Ease the ache a bit.” “Don’t some people get off on it, too?” This boy will be the death of him, and Sirius will kneel for his scythe, head bowed, without a second thought. He prays it happens before he can blurt out, Do you get off on it, Harry?

winner takes all

“Below the waist is cheating.” Sirius scoffs. “Oh, I’m sorry. Must’ve misplaced the Rulebook for Incestuous Relations when you had me pinned to the floor.” “Doesn’t matter. I won regardless.” “As determined by what? Clause nine, section fourteen?"

tastes like the real thing

Harry eases back to meet his eyes. “Do you have a safe word?” Teddy does. It’s lightning. “Dittany,” he says.

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[rhettsunshine]

Happy mother's day

Rhett Abbott x Reader

What happens in the Abbott household on mother's day?!

An/// I have had this dynamic in my head forever so please lmk if I should expand in it. Also if you'd like to be a part of my tag list please let me know because I might make one now that I have more writing ideas.

Also this isn't proofread because I wanted to put it out for today

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"MOM MOM" you woke up hearing screaming from your two youngest Rider (5) and his brother Ren (4). They had come into your room jumping on your bed waking you up. "Mom! Happy mother's day!!" Ren yelled in your face practically. "Hi thanks" you said trying to sit up. "Boys let her wake up first" Rhett said trying to get them to move off of you. They slowly backed up on the bed but still very excited. "We made you this" Ren said gesturing for his dad to give you the food. Rhett put the tray of food in your lap. It was eggs, bacon, pancakes, and toast all on a pretty plate with a glass of juice. "AND we got you these" Rider said trying to take the fresh picked wildflowers out of his sister Amy's hands. Amy had been standing there quietly not to bombard you like her loud little brothers. Plus she's 14 she's always quiet. She let Rider have them but with all the pulling he had dropped dirt that was still on the bottom of them all over your pretty comforter. The one Rhett let you pick out when y'all moved in together. Rhett huffs and rubs his hands down his face knowing that he now has to clean the blanket. "Thank you guys!! This is amazing" you said taking the flowers and smelling them, then putting them on the tray. "Are you gonna eat with us momma" Ren said with those big beautiful eyes he got from his daddy. "Of course sweetheart" you said back. "Good!! Could you hurry though I'm hungry" he said then shuffling off the bed. Rider then followed saying his hungry too. You laughed at them before turning to Amy. She had come closer to the bed with a card in her hand. "This is for you, happy mother's day" she said. You grabbed the card saying "thank you" and reading it. It had a long letter talking about 'how much she loved you and was glad you and Rhett had taken her in'. You slowly started crying trying to hold it back but to no avail. "Amy I love you" you said and she rushed to hug you over the try of food still on your lap. You guys hugged for a while before you all heard a scream from downstairs. "I'll go help them" she said and then walked downstairs to check on her brothers. You say there a second before looking up at Rhett who was already looking at you. "Happy mother's day" he said softly. You gave a chuckle wiping your face. Rhett took the tray putting it on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to you. "Sorry they came in so fast I tried to keep them quiet for as long as I could" he said. "It's okay, what time even is it?" You said back. "9, I tried to let you sleep in as long as I could but they got antsy" he said. Usually by now you would all be outside doing chores so sleeping in was a luxury for today. You guys say in the quiet for a bit before Rhett looked at you softly "I love you. Thank you for letting me see you as a mom" he said putting a piece of hair behind your ear. "Thank you for making me one, more than once" you said back once again emotional. He kisses you softly before being interrupted by another scream. You both laughed and got up. Once up he walked up to you and grabbed your waist. "Why don't I go take care of them and you go get freshened up so we can eat" you went to reply but that Rhett Abbott smirk stopped you. He got closer, lips just inches from yours "Then we are gonna go do our mother's day plans" He got closer but not her kissing if that was even possible "And then we are gonna come back here and I'm gonna give you the last gift I have for you" he kissed you right after finishing his sentence slowly and harder then before. He pulled away looking at your dazed and confused face. He chuckled before kissing your forehead and then walking out the room. After everything caught up to you you realized where you were. In your perfect room in your perfect little house, hearing your perfect little family downstairs, a blushing mess from the affect your perfect husband had on you.

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[ruinix]

Hello, lovelies.

After the anon, I have been told about talks about me. I've seen them. Posts where i'm being mentioned and called out on without my knowing. Even touching on a different topic beyond the fics I wrote like my previous reblogs, which i tried to delete but I don't have hours to scroll down everything. It made me cry my eyes out more.

Well, i guess there is nothing to defend. I've written four dark fics now. It is very much disgusting, yes, but it is Dark Romance. A genre I liked. What I learned I liked since I came into terms that I am into cnc irl which somehow translated to writing noncon to take control of the idea. I am so fucked in the head. But i get it. They're real people. Still the fact remains they're RPFs. Real Person Fiction.

I, now, remember why I chose AO3 over Tumblr years ago (i was what 13/14? Got exposed so early in my life). People over there just understand that RPF are actual fiction. Warnings are respected over there. Once you filter them out, you don't go reading them. There you can go to different fandoms and do it. Actors and actresses even got their own fandom as who they are. As them. Not as the roles/fictional roles they play. Just them. Them with a reader. Them with another person of the opposite gender or the same. So that's RPF too.

Literally anything. They're made into a character.

That's what fics are. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Dark. Angst. Angst/Comfort. All of them are literally the actual person in a seperate image. The differences are the topics being touched on.

Not once did I see a person talking down to a writer because the fic that was too dark (aka dead dove in AO3, topics which are so much more darker)). Because they read the warnings and respected it. Not your cup of tea, scroll. Bye. I've done that. Hell, I even excluded happy endings when I wanted nothing but tears at the end of their 100k fics.

Like what I've learned in AO3, I put warnings, because I know people needed them. I need them because I read my fics too and I wouldn't read anything that I do not want atm. So many warnings. So many different tags for this blog. I guess it's not enough because people would still read beyond the break. Four fics. I've written four dark fics.

In my head, there's always been isolated boxes. Quinn in my fics is different from actual Quinn. Never will it be. No matter how hard I think of Quinn as a sweet guy, a sweet partner who will do anything for his love interest, I will never know if he is actually that sweet. I fully believe he is. But I am also someone who sees people as good before I get broken into pieces when I learned they are actually not that good. These isolated boxes has been a great way to cope. Different realities of several people I've met and see online. All for my happiness. Maybe because I daydream a lot.

I've given a lot. Even a shred of myself as I write every fic. I was the first reader. I wanted to be loved so passionately that it hurts. I've never been loved like that (not yet? Maybe?) so hopefully, in the daydream, people will also yearn for it as much as I do.

For my dark fics, I wanted people to feel safe that even if they loved something so dark and fucked up things, they are free to do so. To explore and learn their hard limits. That's exactly how I learned my limits in my society that all sex is taboo. Even safe and consensual sex are taboo. I've never had the discussion of sex. No sex education in my previous curriculum. We were thrown out in the wild. Discover shit on our own. I hated that. I hated that I had to be exposed to pornhub, only to learn it is far beyond real. I hated that I had to explore books to learn my hard limits and how to be safe on my own.

Well, this is me rambling. There's nothing much to say since I've really written fucked up things. Nothing to say beyond how I view real Quinn different from any of the Quinns I've written. Because he is and will be.

[justsalpals]

And in this moment I became obsessed with G13

what if I was a shitty little oily hacker guy, looking out only for myself. what if I had a small ring of like minded cyber criminals, maybe my friends, maybe willing to stab me in the back at a moments notice, maybe that's what friendship means to us. what if I worked for the feds and the criminals and above all for myself.

what if a world of explosions fell flat with static. what if chosen family spat the same predictable lines. what if I was a hacker, and the world was code. what if.

what if a little old woman fell right into my brain, sweet and useless and real. real real real.

and if I reached out -let the code of my mind fill in her blank spaces- and tasted what it meant to be real.

[mammomlette]

People don’t talk about MC needing to wear a magical ring to not accidentally yk cause NATURAL DISASTERS with their powers??? Not only accidentally but without realising???

Diavolo or smthn is asking too much of MC or being a bit too annoying and their other hand slowly drifts towards the ring and they hold onto it while maintaining dead eye contact. Like continue to piss me off hoe I’ll blink and blow a hole in your castle idk

Obv they never do it (or do they?) but the threat is there and it’s a risk dia (or whoever but I’m using dia) can’t take

[hiccupshypotheticalleftsock]

made a playlist that has the feeling of the way that life feels right now. yeag.

[mcybree]

Thoughts on 3rd life mirror birds. 3rd life big dogs. 3rd life property police. They fascinate me and I think you have thoughts on them but I might be wrong..either way

i do in fact have thoughts on them but i think if i talk about 3l!flower husbands publicly any more rn I’ll get so self conscious I’ll explode on the spot. this being said i have still yet to watch evo but its been on my list for forever bc of 3l!property police specifically… i really love martyns petty grudge against jimmy for those first two episodes he acts like he’s 12 and really pissed off on the playground. anyways i think that martyn going from being concerned for his friend to Just Fucking Lying to split up Scott and Jimmy, because he took personal offense to Jimmy being unwilling to drop everything to go live with him on the spot is the funniest thing in the world. Girl it’s not about you

[blubble-lake]

it's been over 2 weeks and this thing (unfortunately) still has a grip on me

[penitenteyeball]

Dum de dum dum

Gonna add max tags and max characters to each cause who cares

[chiistarri]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[toxiccaves]

I didn't know what you meant exactly by airbrush drawings but the next time you offer to do some I'll definitely ask for one. They look sick!!

ahh tysm! I'm glad they had a good reception since theyre so fun n quick to do (provided im not doing a bg tho lol) I was thinkin of offerin it as a commission option if i open those again (since im currently jorbless.. been considerin 'em!) but i might take requests if i stream this weekend!

[lumoschildextra]

AUDIOBOOKS👏ARE👏REAL👏BOOKS👏

stop gatekeeping books ffs!

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????