#i uh. was crying. hard. and then i made this. and cried a lot more. but now i'm not still crying. so.

[junkjounral]

July 24, 2024

There's a gaping hole inside of me and I can't stop spilling out

[drewsarms]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི A little of the writing was inspired by this post!! For my baby @shawtycoreee !!! I hope you guys enjoy! Send me some asks too!!

𐙚: hick!rafe x toots!reader get into a fight and make up

𐙚 : warnings: violence (fighting), angst, use of “daddy” , faux fucking, 18+ mdni !!

From the moment you woke up you were ready to get on your man’s last nerve. To be fair he wasn’t paying a lot of attention to you lately. Going out with his friends. Coming home drunk. Not listening to when you’re yapping about god knows what. It’s not that you didn’t trust him or had concerns of if he didn’t love you. He was a sweetheart to you in every way possible. You got to see a side of him that no one else did. But something was off and you had to know what the problem was.

Rafe was working late tonight. By the time he got home you’d usually be in bed but tonight was different. You wanted to let him know just how much he pissed you off. When he pulls up in the driveway he was surprised to see all the lights still on. He hurried inside to see if anything was wrong.

“Baby, uh, you there?” Nothing. He walks further into the house and sees you sitting on the kitchen counter. “You didn’t hear me come in Toots?” You didn’t answer him. You knew just how to piss Rafe off and that was not answering his questions. He drops his bags and walks towards you. “You know I don’t like that shit. I asked you a question goddammit.” He points a finger in your face. You look away. He puts his finger on your chin and you push him away. “You know what fuck this shit.” You jump off the kitchen counter following him around the corner. “Where the hell are you going?” You say throwing your arms up in the air. Your voice starts breaking. “To fucking relax. I can’t deal with this shit right now.” Tears start to form in your eyes. To think that he didn’t even want to talk this through hurted you even more. “What shit are you referring to? Since we’re on the subject I can’t deal with your shit anymore either.” He turns around and raises an eyebrow. “Hey! You better watch your fucking tone little girl. I am not in the fucking mood.” He says walking towards you. Backing you against the wall. “I don’t give a fuck what mood you’re in. You’re pissing me off and I want to talk to you about it.” Rafe rolls his eyes at you and starts to walk away. “I really can’t fucking do this.” He mumbles. He walks to the kitchen to grab a beer and you follow right behind him. He’d be damned to think that this conversation was over. He brings the beer up to his lips and before he can take a sip you snatch it throwing it against the wall making a mess. “You’re such a fucking dick!” When you turn away you can hear him unbuckling his belt. It made you even more pissed if he thought sex was going to be the answer to the argument. You were caught by surprise when you felt the cool leather snap hard against your ass making you jump. Before you could turn around Rafe grabs you by your neck. His mustache tickling your ear. “You’re gonna fucking regret that.”

Rafe throws you on the bed. You can’t admit you’re a little scared. Not because you made him mad (that’s something you’re used to) but because he’s not eagerly trying to fuck some sense into you. “Get that cute ass up in the air.” In an instant you listen. He chuckles at your eagerness. He runs the cool metal of his belt buckle against your ass making you shiver. Five more harsh slaps from the belt hitting your ass filled the room. You try to apologize but all that’s coming out is whimpers and sniffles. “Quit that fucking crying Toots. Don’t act so sorry now.” A feeling of emptiness comes from behind you. You don’t feel Rafe. You start to wiggle your ass out of neediness. “D-daddy?” you say through cute little cries. You feel his jeans press against your panties. His hard cock feels like it could break through the material. He grabs your hips and starts fucking into you. He was teasing you and you hated it. “Wanna show daddy how sorry you are?” You whine as you start to twerk against his clothed dick. He slaps your already sore ass making you gasp. “Daddy please fuck me! Please!” You look back at him and he has this sinister look in his eyes. His once bright blue eyes turning dark. It turned you on and scared you. “Uh uh I thought I was such a dick shug?” He looks down at you backing your ass up against his dick. “Doesn’t seem like it’s a bad thing now does it? Not with the way you’re shaking your ass against me.” After what felt like hours of torture you finally heard him unbuckle his belt. “Get those fucking panties off.” You eagerly reach back and yank them off spreading your legs even more so he can have a perfect view and easy access to your pussy. You can feel him line his self up with your entrance. Rubbing at your leaking, sensitive clit. You start to kick your feet in protest. Desperately trying to push his cock in your pussy by backing up against him. “Daddy! I’m sorry please I won’t act up again! Just please fuck me-“ Your little fit turned into moans as he pushed himself all the way inside of you. Every time he fucked you his dick felt bigger and bigger. “I don’t want to hear your whining and shit ever again. When I come home I want you to be my good little girl. You don’t ask me questions. You don’t get mad if I’m at work all day. You got that?” You nod your head in agreement. The pleasure becoming too much for you to speak. He pulls out and starts rubbing your clit. “I asked you a question angel.” You look back at him with teary eyes. You reach for his face giving him the most desperate and sloppy kiss. A string of spit connecting your swollen lips together. “Yes daddy! I understand! I’ll be your good girl!!” He gives you a sweet kiss to your forehead before sticking his cock back in and filling up your sweet cunt.

━━⊱⋆⊰━━

As the two of you layed in bed together he realized he never got an answer out of you. “Baby you awake?” he asks in a whisper. “Barley,” you managed to say in your sleepy voice. “I guess I did fuck you good then.” The both of you laugh. “But uh, nah you-you never told me what the problem was.” You sigh as you sit up to look at him. Tears start to form into your eyes. “I never complain because I know you do so much for me. I hate to seem so ungrateful but sometimes you don’t listen to me. Sometimes I never get to see you. I just love you so much and I don’t want to loose you.” You can hear Rafe sniffle. He sits up now holding you in his arms. “Toots. I can’t promise you everything in the world but what I can promise you is that I am never leaving. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I need you beside me. You’re all I have. I’d be a goddamn fool to ever let you leave. I love you more than you’ll ever know. Tell what I need to do to make it up to you.” You look up at him. Your tears still flowing because he’s never really this vulnerable. “Mmm, $300 dollars every week?!” The two of you laugh as he pushes your head back into the pillow, laying back down next to you. He kisses your temple. “You got it sugar.”

Taglist: @fae-of-prey @bunnyrafe @starkeysprincess @drewstarkeys-world @drewspinkbunny @venic-bxtch @nemesyaaa @justafangirls-blog @rafecameroninterlude

[blue-sadie]

Temperamental

Neteyam x Mate Reader x Aonung

Summary: they might as well keep you on a leash

Warning: reader gets distracted quiet easily, poly relationship, stress build up, reader has a break down. aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"umm neteyam" i murmured holding the button down on the intercom that was attached to my neck as I wondered through the unfamiliar part of the island.

"Yes my love" he sighed with exhaustion, I cringed to myself already knowing what his reaction will be to my current situation.

"I uh..... I got lost again" I shamefully admitted and yelped as a little creature jumped out the bush and ran away.

I heard a deep sigh from his end and a soft call for aonung "ok baby we're on our way" he said before his side went dead.

I sat on a small rock and fidgeted with my fingers as I waited, I didn't mean for this to happen its just I've been so distracted lately because I've taken on tasks that I can't seem to keep up with.

And it seems that the village seem to leave a ton of more tasks for me to do and if I don't do them or do them right they give me an almost disappointed look.

It makes it hard to be around the boys because their amazing and exceed their expectations and even more and I'm just here making it more difficult.

I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly sometimes I just feel like a burden to them.

"Yn" my head jerked to the direction of their voices "Im here" I called out to them and walked to their direction "there you are" aonung said and pulled me into his arms.

"you had us worried sick" neteyam muttered and ran a hand through his hair "i-im sorry" I whispered.

"Let's go home" aonung butted in and had his arm around my shoulder as we started making our way back to the village.

It was night time when we got back and the boys were tired so I quickly made a quick meal for them.

"We should keep her on a leash I'm telling you" my eyes flattered in sadness as I heard neteyam speak to aonung.

"Nete come on she was fine" aonung reasoned but neteyam just sighed "she could've gotten hurt" he said making aonung reconsider his words "maybe".

I gulped and quickly brought over their food and decided to eat mine a little ways from them by myself.

Why can't I life up to my expectations why can't I be perfect, all these thoughts clouded my head as i just played with my food not feeling that hungry.

Maybe I just need to sleep this off, I got to my feet and packed up my food and cleaned up before murmuring a 'goodnight' before heading to bed.

It didn't take long for sleep to find me but all I was missing was the boys warmth surrounding me 'maybe their not tired'.

-Next morning-

I woke up feeling a slight tug on my back "w-whats going on" I asked sleepily as I slowly sat up and rubbing my eyes.

"We've decided this will keep you safe" neteyam said as he showed me the rope attached to my back.

My eyes widened "w-what" I pulled at the rope but he held fast "s-stop" I tried taking it off but aonung held my hands so I couldn't.

"Yn" he murmured crouching in front of me as he stared into my eyes "this will keep you safe".

"Please no" I said as tears filled my eyes and my breathing started to become uneven.

"Please" I whispered "why are you crying my love" aonung asked and wiped my tears away.

"I-i can't do it anymore" I cried looking down at my lap "can't do what yn" neteyam voice was full of concern as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I can't be perfect I can never be perfect" I hiccuped my body shaking with each one.

"You are perfect" aonung smiled as he urged me to look at him "but I'm not you guys are you do more then your asked and me I can't even finish my chores without getting side tracked" I sniffed making them coo at me and hold me close.

"I see you finish all your tasks so what are you not finishing" neteyam murmured I sighed heavily "a-a few of the people has asked me to help them out and it seems that a lot of them want me to do their work to" I said.

The boys stared silently before taking off the rope and pulled me back into be "w-what" I asked and blushed as I was sandwiched between them tightly.

"We're sorry we didn't take notice sooner" neteyam whispered and kissed my cheek lightly.

"I'm sorry that we didn't take care of you when you needed it most"

Tag.List

@neteyamyawne @erenjaegerwifee @greekgods15 @sweetirilly

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Idk if you’ve done pregnant grumpy!reader x sunshine!steve yet buuuut Steve trying to make reader feel better bc she’s getting supper irritated at him super quickly

You were everything you hated being.

Too hot, too tired, too hungry, too bloated. Your body was changing and becoming more uncomfortable, five months pregnant and growing by the day. It didn’t help that it was summer in Indiana, a heatwave that you knew would eventually come, but you still weren’t prepared for the heat - especially now your swimming suit didn’t fit.

“Honey?” Steve’s tone was soft and cajoling, his expression wary as he approached with a bowl of watermelon cubes as an offering.

You’d been snappy all day, unfairly so considering the boy hadn’t done anything to deserve it, apart from helping to put you in your current state. You’d had a lot of fun trying and you’d cried tears of absolute joy in Steve’s lap at the sight of those two pink lines, but your feet were swollen and your tummy poked out the top of your shorts.

You ignored the fruit, slouching further into the couch instead, your expression morose. “I look like Winnie the Pooh,” you cried woefully. You prodded gently at your round tummy, your belly button that stuck out more than ever. “Look at it.”

Steve tried to hide his grin, a cough covering his laugh and a fist over his mouth. You glared at him on warning as he dropped to the floor beside the sofa, placing the bowl in your lap and a warm hand on your thigh.

“I am,” he told you, palm travelling up and over to cup the top of your bump, his eyes turning soft as he gazed at it. He leaned in to nudge his nose against your tummy. “I look at it every day, y’know.”

Normally such sweetness would be rewarded with a kiss or some kind of other affection, but your skin was sticky with sweat and after specifically asking for watermelon, baby had decided she really didn’t want it anymore. Your eyes watered and you sniffed, bottom lip trembling.

“Uh-oh,” Steve said easily, not as panicked by your tears as he used to be. The hormones had turned you into a human fountain, for any and all emotion. “What’s the damage? A kick to the ribs? Sore feet? A burst pipe?” Steve cradled your belly with two big hands and he peered at it accusingly. “What’re you doing to your mom, you gremlin?”

You laughed unexpectedly, a watery hiccuping that made Steve beam at you. You dashed away the tears at your lash line and snugged again, simultaneously feeling better and stupid. “She’s not a gremlin,” you protested, “she’s just making me turn crazy.” You brought a hand to your boyfriends cheek, day old stubble scratching at your palm and you rubbed a thumb over his jaw adoringly.

“You’re not crazy,” Steve insisted softly. “You’re pregnant, honey.”

You smiled, still a little watery. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

Steve huffed out a laugh and turned his head to kiss your hand. “Maybe,” he conceded. Another kiss, this time on the inside of your wrist. “You okay?”

You nodded, suddenly exhausted. You let your shoulders droop, your head falling back into the couch cushions as the heat of the afternoon settled into a sticky warmth over your skin. “Tired,” you said and Steve knew that, could hear you getting up and down through then night to pee, then in the kitchen for more water, a vicious cycle. “But m’too warm, just uncomfortable.”

Steve pouted sympathetically, hands travelling down your sides, over your hips, squeezing affectionately. His touch made your lashes flutter.

“I’m sorry,” you added, your voice small and soft. You looked like you were about to cry again. “Didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

Steve tutted away your apology, leaning carefully over your belly to kiss your lips, one peck that turned onto two, three, until he was pressing his mouth to your cheeks, your nose, your chin. “Don’t gotta apologise, baby, I know it’s hard.” He hummed against you, one lazy, slow last kiss that felt like the summer heatwave. “How ‘bout a cool shower, then a movie? I’ll let you use me as a pillow.”

You closed your eyes in bliss at the suggestion, nodding gratefully. When you opened them again, Steve was holding a piece of watermelon for you, brows raised.

You made a face, feeling awfully guilty even as your stomach turned over in protest. “Baby decided we don’t want watermelon anymore.”

Steve gasped, overly dramatic. “God, she really is a gremlin—”

“Steven.”

“What?” The boy grinned before he popped a cube of fruit into his mouth. “You’re lucky I like watermelon,” he tried to sound mean about it, but he failed miserably when he leaned back over to smack a kiss to your cheek. “And you… and you,” he conceded, one final kiss to the top of your bump.

[hiskillingjar]

Anal (Ren/MC)

wanted to do something vaguely more interesting for this one, but none of the boys are that interesting (in this space anyway). so uh. my personal trauma be upon ye?

day 13: anal second person. cw for rape

"HAH-HAH-HAH!"

You gasped in time with each of Ren's hard thrusts, his skinny hips roughly colliding with yours as he fucked you, his tail whipping to and fro rapidly, casting large, looming shadows in the low light of his bedroom.

His furry chest was pressed to your back, thick body hair damp and matting with sweat and other fluids as he clung onto you, one scarred arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the other holding your shoulder, his claws digging into your skin and leaving his mark on you (even more so than he was doing already).

You had been good all day. 

You had played the sweet and attentive pet, doing everything he asked of you, curling up in his lap as he watched all the new episodes of his shows, and not even flinching and shying away when he petted you.

You were being good. You were being so good.

You deserved goodness from him too, didn't you?

"Such a good girl," Ren crooned in a lazy murmur, his heavy head resting between your shoulder blades as he panted against your skin, the act obviously taking a lot out of him. "God, you feel so fucking good...fhhhh..."

You felt your body tighten around him, around his cock throbbing and leaking inside of you (no condom, he could have knocked you up after this, as far as you knew), as you shivered, your fingers curling in the blankets of his bed.

Your bed. Whoever it belonged to.

"You’re going, nh, r-really fast,” You whimpered quietly, your own pleading making you cringe, letting your own head sag down against the pillows. “Give me a second, please…”

Ren scoffed out an exhaused laugh, somehow pressing his claws deeper into your shoulder as he pulled you down his cock, forcing your sore folds to collide, roughly, with the initial swellings of his knot.

"GAH! No, come on, that's too much!"

“Mm, no can do, sweetie~" He murmured again, hooking his chin around your other shoulder as he pulled you closer. "But it is kind of your fault, you know? You just swallow me up too good, I can’t help but want to keep going and going and going..." He spoke in time with his pattern of thrusts, moaning and groaning in between your shrieks and whines, just growing tighter for him (just what he wanted, maybe it really was your fault). "Hhhhh, you're really so perfect, I kind of can't stand it..."

You whined at the rough pressure, feeling the hand on your shoulder reach around and palm at your chest, batting at it like you were just a toy for him to play with.

And you kind of were, if you thought about it too hard. 

That’s all you would ever be, now.

"Nmmff...R-Ren, I-I'd really like it if you...mm, slowed down." You said, putting a deliberately sweet, pleading tone to your voice, simpering for his mercy. "I-It might even feel better..."

"I don't think soooo..." He drawled with a mean titter, just groping you even harder, pulling his cock from your cunt entirely just to thrust back inside, making you shriek and cry out and tighten. "Sorry, babe, but I have to do something for myself every now and then, after giving you everything you want. You understand, right?"

Had you been in another headspace (a more disruptive headspace that made you stand up for yourself), you might have scoffed and rolled your eyes, but in this one, you just kept on shrieking and trying to pull away.

Even more so when he pulled out and lined the head of his cock with your puckering asshole.

"AH!" You cried out again as he pushed against it, your eyes shooting wide with alarm. "R-Ren, that's not-!"

"Stop struggling, I'm not going to hurt you." He scolded lightly, his fist curling firmly around your breast as he held you still. "Just relax, it'll feel good, don't worry..."

"No, nhh," You shook your head erratically, gritting your teeth as the muscles in your thighs tensed up, trying to push your hips forward, away from him, and tighten up so much that he couldn’t possibly breach you. "T-This doesn't feel good, Ren, stop-"

“Shh, shhh shh," Ren shushed you with a light click of his tongue. "Just let it happen, just let me-”

"I mean it, stop, hah," You cried out again as he pressed his thumb against the tight ring of muscle, working it (forcing it) open and pushing (really pushing, it was that much effort) his cock inside your asshole. 

You immedialy sucked a pained hiss through your teeth, trying to hold back a louder cry or, god help you, a scream. 

"Ahhh, hah, Ren, that hurts!" 

"Why do you have to make things so fucking hard?!" He then said harshly into your ear, his hips jerking forward again and forcing more of his cock into your ass (forcing another cry from your trembling lips). "Just fucking let it happen and stop being such a stuck-up bitch about it, would you?!"

"Why, hahhh," You moaned, cringing at the stinging, unfamiliar pain that was enough to make your eyes water and burn. "Why are you being so mean to me? I’ve been good all day…"

Ren let out a cooing, simpering sound, immediatly pulling back from his previous cruelty (coward that he was) and setting back into the role of the attentive kidnapper he liked to play.

"Oh, baby...being mean is the only way I can get anything I want." He explained, as if he were speaking to a child, condescending and carefully worded. "If I didn't push you now and then, I wouldn't get anything. And...hah," He exhaled hard as he somehow worked himself deeper, the length of it incredibly painful as the muscle was forced to adjust around him. "We...we have a really special relationship, don't we? I'm special to you."

You cringed again as you felt a bead of fluid run down your inner thigh.

That wasn't blood, was it? It couldn't be.

"Don't you want to have a special relationship with me?" He asked, finally letting go of your chest and pressing an apologetic kiss to the marks on your shoulder. "Aren't I special to you anymore?"

"I..." A unexpected stream of tears ran down your cheeks, a little whimper falling from your lips at the pain and relief of letting go. "I d-do have a special relationship with you." Your voice tripped on a little sob. "But, nh..."

"No buts." He chided again, whispering in your ear. "Just be a good girl and take it, okay? I won't even take that long, I promise..."

You sniffed hard and pushed your face into the pillows again, just wanting to hide from him.

Hide from everyone, if you had to.

"Please, just...get it over with then."

"Mm, you're the best, baby~"

[l0serloki]

Can i ask for a chamber nsfw where he catches the reader pleasing herself to him-- i'm so sorry m having- such bad chamber brainrot🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Spying

Chamber x Reader

Chamber finds you avoiding him and tries to find out why. Only to see something very scandalous..

CW : SMUT, f!reader, chamber masturbating/watching without reader knowing (for a bit), oral (m!receiving), exhibitionism (?)

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When you had joined the protocol you thought it would be more like an army. A job. But it turns out, it was more like a small family. You were all always around eachother and picked up on how everyone liked things. And as much as you liked that, it was also an issue. 

The issue being the hot Frenchman who everyone seemed to ignore. You had grown quite close with him, being the agent right before him to join. A lot of others had joined after but it was obvious that you two were a duo - like Phoenix and Jett. It was great but now it wasn’t. For one simple reason. 

You liked Chamber.

God. You didn’t know how to stop the feelings and each day was torture as he came in. Rubbing your shoulder and telling you about his guns. His stupidly attractive voice whispering nonsense out as you tried to control your damn heart.

“Are you listening, Y/N? Would you like me to make you one?” Chamber’s fingers tapped at the table in front of you and you snapped out of your daze. You coughed awkwardly as you shook your head. Your eyes couldn’t help but notice the veins protruding from his nice shirt and underneath his watch..

“Uh.. That’s okay Vin.” You waved his offer away and he sighed. 

“I don’t offer that for just anyone. I think building you a new gun might be beneficial-“ He continued, his fingers digging into the wooden surface, his arms practically begging for attention. 

You stood up rapidly and mumbled out a quick apology.

“We can talk about this later! I-I just realized there’s something I didn’t finish!” 

Your body quickly made its way to your room, shutting the door with extreme speed. You laid down in your bed thinking about ways to deal with this annoying crush on the Frenchman.

You could just tell him.. No. Why in the world would you do that?! You were his only friend in this place. And if it got awkward and you couldn’t see his cute face. Seeing his eyes light up with excitement over his guns or his new little hobbies. Bringing you food and sweets to see your reaction. The soft touches and care he gives you.

You had to do something. At least to calm yourself in this moment. Your hand traveled down your body and under your pants as you imagined Chambers face. It was wrong to do this. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

—

Chamber had not expected such a reaction from you. He had just offered to build you a gun? Maybe he had finally hit the line of where you were uncomfortable with him? Maybe his affection was too much?

“Wait..!” He yelled out but you were already half way down the hall. He debated following after you but he decided to give you a bit of time. He finished up his coffee and got up, making his way over to your door. His hand balled into a fist as he went to knock and instead stopped. There was mumbled noises coming through the door that he couldn’t place. Were you crying? 

He knew it wasn’t right to enter before knocking but he did anyway. His hand pushed open the door just a smidge as he surveyed the room. His eyes widened as the sounds got clearer and the view was quite different. His pants suddenly felt very tight as he watched you work open your cunt, his name falling off your lips perfectly.

“Vincent..” You cried out and he pushed his face against the door frame. He wanted to say something but then he would be a creep, no? Either way his options weren’t the best and part of him wanted to continue watching your little show. His hands worked at the zipper of his slacks as he pulled out his hard on, watching as you added another finger.

“Good girl..” His voice all but whispered as he began to palm himself in motion with you. His pace got faster as he watched you work yourself open with precision. You were so beautiful, falling apart just for him.

“Mm..” You moaned out as you got close and Chamber’s eyes didn’t blink once. He needed to see your face as you came apart.

“Vincent!” You cried out as you spasmed and his fist got tighter as he jizzed over himself. He quickly grabbed at his handkerchief and cleaned off his hand before silently pulling your door back shut. It wouldn’t hurt for you to not know about his check-ins on you, right?

—

This happened going on two weeks now. He got down a pattern of what to say to tease you into leaving quickly. He would stand and watch and feel disgusted with himself but he couldn’t stop. He needed to watch you fuck yourself, it was for him after all.

But today was not like the usual. The moment he peeked through the door you were in your desk chair and not your bed. Your pussy on full view for him as you began your motions. He could feel himself throb at the sight alone. It was more dangerous this way, if you even happened to look up you would see him standing there touching himself to you. And you would hate him. But he still went ahead with it.

“Oh Vincent…” Your head fell back in the chair as your pace was slower. More gentle. Your fingers opened yourself up to his view and he could feel himself growing closer just from that alone. You were so wet. And twitching just for him. He could only imagine putting his cock between your sweet folds.

“Keep going darling.” His voice barely even whispered as you continued. You both lasted a few minutes, teasing your bodies till you both were on the edge. He was seconds away from cumming when he heard you.

“C-come fuck me now. Stop watching.” Your eyes met his through the door as you pleaded and his body stopped. He couldn’t even move as he realized. You knew and you wanted him to watch.

“Naughty girl. You knew.” Chamber enters your room, his cock still in hand as he shuts your bedroom door. “My dick isn’t going to suck itself princess.” He tuts and you can only roll your eyes as you walk over to him.

You slowly fall on your knees as you keep eye contact. He only grins as he taps your lips with his cock.

“Go on. Taste what you’ve been wanting.”

Your lips slowly wrap around the angry tip, his precum filling your senses. You could only moan as you feel his hands grip at your hair, trying to pull you down.

“So demanding.” You choke out and he only groans.

“You like it. So take my cock like the good girl you are.” His voice is hoarse as your hand massages his balls, slipping your tongue up and down the shaft.

“And if I don’t?” You tease and his eyes narrow.

“If you don’t I will walk out and never fuck you darling. That is a promise.”

You knew he was dead serious with his tone so you got to work. He was right, you did like it and you wanted him. You had wanted him going on weeks now. Watching his careful eyes through the crevice of the door as you fucked yourself. It drove you mad.

“Mmm that’s it.” Chamber grunted as your mouth went up and down on his cock. Drool spilled past your lips as your nose brushed the small hairs around his base. Your hands gripped at the back of his legs as he fucked your face.

It only took a bit before he was spilling his hot load down your throat, moans leaving his lips. He was quick to recover, looking down on you with a wicked grin.

“It’s time I give you what you want, no?” Chamber gripped you up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. His cock teased through your folds as your breaths became staggered.

Finally.

He wasted no time to push himself into your wet cavern, letting himself indulge in what he had been watching for weeks.

“You’re so tight mon amour.. Please.” He choked out as he feels your cunt gripping against him. You try to relax as he takes his sweet time with a few tester thrusts. Ultimately Chamber couldn’t take it and began a rough pace.

“Vincent..” Your voice cracks as you feel him everywhere. His hand holding you in place as his other one kneads at your tits. 

“I know. I’m almost there too.” He coos into your ear as his pace gets erratic. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge. All of those weeks of teasing had been worth it just for this one moment alone.

“Vincent m’ cumming!” You cry out as you clamp down on him. Moans echo across the room as he joins you in euphoria. 

He falls onto the bed with you, staring over with a little smile. You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“So you like me too?” You say and he rolls his eyes.

“Where did you get that idea from mon cœur?” His voice is sarcastic as he moves a strand of hair away from your face. You only snort as you cuddle up against him.

“You’re mine now.” You demand and he only hums.

“All yours."

[mymoodwriting]

3.8k, deja vu au, reader appears in the end, alcohol, drinking, depression, past relationship, amnesia, gaslighting, manipulation, denial, character deaths, implied character deaths, car accident, lingering spirits, traveling dimensions, 99% certain you will cry, I cried writing this (@starillusion13)

“Hey… it’s me again…”

Yeonjun laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling while he was on the phone. There was so much he wanted to say, but it was hard to find the words at times.

“I know you’re busy but… you know it’d be nice to hear your voice again… I’m really-”

The beep cut him off as that was all the time he had to leave a message. He thought to try again but he left it that way. He sent you a lot of messages throughout the day, and he didn’t want to piss you off more than you already were. He laid in bed for a while longer before getting up and preparing for the day. The apartment was a lot quieter without you around, and he was well aware of that everyday. Still he didn’t touch your things, leaving them as they were, always waiting for the day you’d forgive him and come home.

On his way out he stopped to look himself over in the mirror, wiping away the tears on his face. He always woke up crying, and he couldn’t understand why. He never remembered his dreams, but he always felt such heartache every morning. He knew he missed you so much, but perhaps he missed you a lot more than he even realized. Once he was out of the apartment he texted his coworker, letting them know he was on his way. He worked as a line cook at a small little joint. It wasn’t anything fancy but it paid the bills and gave him a consistent schedule, so he didn’t hate it too much.

For his lunch break Yeonjun went up to the rooftop, eating in peace and watching the world go by. The scene was quite lovely and it brought back memories. Back then when you had been dating you’d stop by to visit him during his lunch break whenever you had a chance. You could enjoy the view together, and had taken a few pictures together, as well as shared a handful of kisses. It was a little awkward now for Yeonjun, knowing you wouldn’t come up there to meet him anymore, but the memory of you here was what always brought him back. When he heard the door open he perked up, thinking a miracle was about to happen, but instead he saw Soobin walking over. His friends knew of his lunch spot too after all.

“Where you been, man?”

“Ah, you know, just living my life.”

“But you don’t have time to text or call?”

“My bad.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” Soobin took a seat next to Yeonjun. “How you been though?”

“Okay, I guess. Just going through the motions.”

“You know we’re here for you, right?”

“I know. I just don’t wanna burden you guys or sound like a whiny bitch.”

“You wouldn’t be a burden, or annoyance, you know that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna test our friendship over something like this. It’s not a break up, just some miscommunication. We’re taking a break, that’s all.”

“… oh…”

“I’m fine though, really.”

“… yeah… yeah I can see…” Soobin cleared his throat. “You know, the guys are gonna get together on Friday for some drinks, you wanna come? Wouldn’t be bad to spend a night out with us, right?”

“I’d like that.”

“Cool. I’ll text you the details.”

“Thanks.”

Yeonjun admired the view once more, deciding to take a picture and send it to you. Soobin watched him curiously. He could admit it was nice to see the world from up here.

“Who you texting?”

“Y/n. We used to come up here a lot and enjoy the view together. This way we can still share it even if she’s not here now.”

“… right… I, uh… I gotta get going, but I’ll see you Friday?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. See you later.”

“Be safe.”

Yeonjun stayed up on the roof for a while longer before heading back down to finish his shift. He lived close to work, so the commute wasn’t that long, but most nights he’d pick up a few odd jobs doing deliveries. That way he got to travel past all the places you’ve made memories together. The restaurants you’ve dined at, the walks you took together, the ice cream you shared. It was a happy trip down memory lane, and he hoped to do it all again someday. He stopped along the way to check his messages, and just like before you hadn’t responded. Countless messages have gone unanswered, and he could see that you haven’t even opened them. When he finally got home he decided to try giving you a call.

“Hi, you’ve reached y/n, I can’t come to the phone right now, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can! And if it’s you, Yeonjun, I’m sorry I missed you, but I’ll see you later, love you! Okay, bye!”

Hearing your voicemail message always brought a smile to his face. Perhaps that’s why he kept calling. After the beep though his mind went blank, unsure of what to say at first until the words came to him.

“Hey… how are you? I hope you’re doing well… I, uh, I sent you a picture earlier from the rooftop… it brought back a lot of memories… you know, you could at least let me know you’ve seen my messages… I don’t mind if you leave me on read, but I guess you must be busy… Soobin came by today, told me this Friday-”

Another beep told him his time was up and the line then went dead. He sighed and looked back at his texts, but there was nothing new from you. He lingered in the shower afterwards, trying not to break down in tears. It had been so long now without you, but he was still doing pretty well to hold himself together. He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for who knows how long before he finally fell asleep. His alarm would wake him in the morning, freeing him from whatever tear filled dream he wouldn’t remember. It was probably more accurate to call them nightmares, but all he knew was what he felt in the morning, nothing else.

This was his usual routine, so he just went about his day as normal. He’d call and leave a message, getting ready for work and spending his day out in the world, distracting himself from your absence. He felt cold in a way he couldn’t describe. It was spring, leading into summer, so the weather itself wasn’t a reason for his feelings. He knew what was, but he didn’t want to dwell on it too long for fear of being swallowed up whole. Yet every passing day made him feel as if you were fading away, and that’s the last thing he wanted. 

Every morning he’d feel the tears on his face. Sometimes he’d wake before his alarm, sobbing uncontrollably, his throat burning from the tears. His face hurt from all the crying, but it seemed he was getting used to the pain now. Once he calmed down he found himself staring at the blank ceiling once more. It was easy to zone out that way, drifting back into the memories of the past, the memories forgotten. Although every time he tried to look back it seemed harder to grasp those moments, to grasp onto you. Such feelings always led him to call, even if you wouldn’t answer. He still hoped that someday you would.

“I miss you… I really fucken miss you… and I’m sorry… I honestly can’t remember what we fought about that day but I know it must have been something stupid… we’ve fought before over worse things but this… whatever it was… y/n please… please let me make it up to you… I want to hear your voice again, I want you to say my name again… I can’t… I can’t lose you-”

He screamed after the beep and threw his phone across the room. It was all true. He missed you like crazy and yet you were nowhere to be found. He desperately wanted to remember what happened that day, but even after all this time it was a blur. The stupid anger he felt, knowing you were leaving upset. Things shouldn’t end that way, and all he wanted was to make it up to you, to see you again and apologize for hurting you. Yet ever since that day you’ve disappeared from his life and gone silent. All his messages and texts have gotten him no response, and he was quietly going insane. Somehow he still managed to live his life, day by day, but it was becoming unbearable the longer this went on.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“Yeonjun! It’s so good to see you!”

Taehyun and Kai ran up to hug their friend when they saw him, the atmosphere growing brighter with his presence. Everyone was happy to see him as it had been a long time since they all last hung out together.

“Thanks. Soobin invited me, and I thought I’d see how you were all doing.”

“This is gonna be fun.” Kai admitted. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Let’s drink till sunrise.” Taehyun added. “I’ve built up my tolerance, I can totally take you on.”

“Ya, relax.” Soobin stated. “We haven’t even ordered the first round. We’ll see if your words hold up later. Sit, sit.”

“I’ll order.” Beomgyu said. “It really is great to see you, Yeonjun.”

“Same here.”

To be surrounded by friends, and drinking for joy, it was truly something Yeonjun had needed. He wasn’t alone, and he could forget his sorrows while in this moment. Everyone talked about what they had been up to, their plans going forward, and they all promised to see each other again soon. It was kinda strange to feel happiness like this again after so long, and Yeonjun wished to share it with you. By sunrise they were all pretty gone, but Yeonjun still had enough sense of self to act on his own.

“Excuse me for a minute, I gotta do something.”

“Hurry back.”

Yeonjun got up from the table, stumbling a bit towards the door. He pulled out his phone and dialed your number. Of course he was met with the usual ringing, but this time things were different. As he was walking out he stopped, hearing a familiar sound. 

“Y/n, could you please pick up the phone, it’s your boyfriend calling.”

Yeonjun had recorded a special message for you to use as a ringtone whenever he called. So hearing it now sent chills down his spine, sobering him up in a second. He looked around the place, searching for the source, but it was naive to think you were there somehow. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the truth. Beomgyu pulled out a phone, your phone, quickly shutting it off before slowly looking up at Yeonjun. Their eyes met and for a moment the world froze. It was just the two of them in this silence, but the rage inside Yeonjun quickly burned away the cold and he stormed back over to the table. Yeonjun dropped his phone and reached over to pull Beomgyu close, getting up in his face.

“Why the fuck do you have y/n’s phone!”

“Yeonjun, I, I can explain.”

“What the fuck! I have been trying to reach her for weeks! Why the fuck do you have her phone!”

“Yeonjun, calm down!”

Everyone had sobered up in an instance. Soobin and Kai grabbed Yeonjun, pulling him away from Beomgyu. The boy took a few breaths, Taehyun looking him over. Yeonjun tried to free himself, a fire burning inside him, and his eyes locked on Beomgyu.

“Where is she!?” Yeonjun yelled. “Where is she, Beomgyu!?”

“Yeonjun…”

“Tell me! Where the fuck is she! You fucken bitch! Where-”

“Yeonjun, stop it.” Soobin interrupted. “Don’t do this here.”

“Let me go! I need him to tell me the truth.”

“That’s not gonna help.”

“Fuck you! Tell me where she is, Beomgyu! What has she told you!? Where is she!?”

“Yeonjun-”

“Where-”

“She’s gone!” Taehyun spat. “Yeonjun, she’s fucken dead.”

“… huh?”

“Taehyun, don’t.” Kai said. “This isn’t-”

“She got into a car accident a few weeks back.” Taehyun continued. “You were there, you went with her to the hospital and she… she didn’t make it…”

“… no… no… no, that’s not true! Liar! You fucken liar!”

“It’s true.” Beomgyu added. “You disappeared after the doctors pronounced her dead. You didn’t even go to her funeral. We didn’t see you for days, and when you suddenly reappeared you were talking about some fight and that you two were taking a break. You fucken gaslight yourself, and we just let you be cause surely you’d come to your senses eventually.”

“She… where is she?”

“I can tell you where she’s been laid to rest…”

“No, no… no…”

“We all miss her too, Yeonjun.” Kai added. “I’m sorry…”

“… you’re lying… you’re all liars…”

Yeonjun fell to his knees, his vision being blurred by tears. He didn’t want to believe any of this, yet his heart hurt like never before in this moment. Soobin and Kai let him go, cautiously stepping away to give him space. They all knew the truth had to surface somehow, but they didn’t want it to happen this way.

“Why did you have her phone?” Soobin questioned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was the one who took her belongings and before I could deactivate the phone I noticed Yeonjun kept texting and leaving messages. I couldn’t… I don’t know what would happen if I suddenly cut the line.”

“You should have told me you had it. I thought he did and he was feeding his own delusion. Why did you even bring it!?”

“I forgot to leave it at home, besides I didn’t think he’d leave a message right now.”

“Yeonjun- where did he go?”

When the others tried to look for Yeonjun they realized the boy was already gone, having run off when he had the chance. Yeonjun had no idea where he was running too, but he just had to get away. Tears blurred his vision, wiped away only for a moment by the wind. Somehow he wound up running away from civilization and out into the fields. The light from the sunrise illuminated his path, but it did nothing to soothe the pain in his chest. His legs could only take him so far and he eventually collapsed, falling to the ground. He struggled to breathe, the lack of air and pain from his tears making it hard to regain his breath. 

While he laid there images began to flash before him. A car wreck, fire, sirens in the distance getting louder and louder. The crowds around him, screaming and calling for help. A vague image of an injured hand sticking out from an overturned car. He stood frozen in place, taking in the whole scene before screaming and running towards the fire. Yeonjun jolted up, still in the field and looking around at the emptiness. He was alone, completely alone. He didn’t want to believe you were gone, he couldn’t, yet he felt it in his heart. All those dreams he had, they had truly been nightmares, memories of that day. Yet he wanted to deny it all.

“Please… please…”

Yeonjun had gotten on his knees, praying, begging, to see you again. Things couldn’t end this way, definitely not like this. He had been terrible at times, unable to keep promises or leaving you alone in all kinds of ways. Still he loved you, he loved you more than anyone else, and he’d never love another like he loved you. So he prayed, begged, to anyone who would listen, if he could have you back, promising to never let go again.

“You lost her, didn’t you?”

Yeonjun opened his eyes to see Beomgyu standing before him, then the boy kneeled down to embrace him in a hug.

“It’s okay, it’s okay… I lost her too…”

“She can’t be gone… she can’t be…”

“She is… but I can give her back.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Promise me you’ll look after her.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Yeonjun!!!”

Yeonjun turned around to see his friends running in his direction, all four of them. Once it clicked in his head he looked back at the Beomgyu by his side.

“What…”

“There isn’t much time. Please, promise us you’ll take care of her. She can’t be alone.”

“I…”

“Promise us.”

“… I promise.”

A blinding white light changed day into night. Yeonjun found himself alone once more, standing in the middle of nowhere. It took him a moment to truly regain his composure, confused about what had just happened.

“Yeonjun!”

Your voice, he had almost forgotten what it sounded like in real life, and not just some recording. Tears stung his eyes, except they were of joy this time. Although that feeling only lasted for a bit. When he turned around his eyes went wide, memories rushing in. That day you had come to pick him up, the two of you planning to get the others and you were all going to go on a weekend trip. He had a bad day at work and just snapped at you for no reason. You were rightfully upset, telling him to get himself together and call you when he wanted to be picked up. You drove off without another word. He already regretted his actions as he watched you leave, and when he turned his back he heard a loud noise.

Screams soon filled the air and he ran over, seeing smoke rising into the air. He was met with a horrifying scene. Your car was turned over, some other idiot hitting you and causing the whole wreck. He was frozen in shock, being able to see your hand sticking out of a broken window. When he saw your fingers move he snapped into action and rushed over. It was all really a blur from there but now he stood before a similar scenario. There was an overturned car just off the road, a giant fire roaring from it and the bits of debris around were also engulfed in flames. You were on your hands and knees before a body, screaming and crying.

“Yeonjun! Yeonjun! Yeonjun, get up! Please, Yeonjun… Yeonjun… you can’t leave me alone… please… Yeonjun! Get up! Please… please… yeonjun…”

Yeonjun wasn’t dreaming this time, or reliving a memory, this was something else entirely, and there was no waking up to reality. This was the real world, and it was like deja vu. He took a shaky step forward, one foot after another. Your name escaped his lips as a whisper, in the moment he struggled to call to you although seeing you again was what he had desperately wanted. As he got closer he noticed four other bodies scattered around, and your face became clearer, illuminated by the fire.

“… y/n…”

“… yeonjun… please wake up… please…”

“Y/n.”

Yeonjun choked back tears as he said your name. From where he was he could see your clothes were torn up, and that you were covered in cuts and bruises. When you looked up to meet his eyes he froze. It really was you, he could never forget those beautiful eyes, even when they were full of tears and agony. He couldn’t forget your face either, regardless of how many injuries decorated it.

“Yeonjun…?”

“Y/n.”

“Yeonjun… Yeonjun!”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the searing pain from your leg as you finally stood. You tried to run, but it was more of a desperate limp as you made your way over to Yeonjun, tears blurring your vision. Maybe this was all just some hallucination, or maybe Yeonjun had come back for you, either way there was only one way to know for sure. Yeonjun caught you in his arms, almost in disbelief that it was really you. He held you tightly, so fearful you’d suddenly disappear again.

“Yeonjun, is it really you…?” You sobbed into his shirt. “Don’t leave me alone… please…”

“No… no, I’m not going anywhere… I got you… I promise.”

Yeonjun’s legs gave out, the adrenaline wearing off, but he kept his hold on you. The two of you collapsed to the ground, but neither said much. Yeonjun stared at the car wreck, slowly looking down at your battered body. The car suddenly exploded, causing you to scream and hold Yeonjun tighter. He did his best to shield you, watching the flames grow brighter, and noting all the bodies were suddenly gone.

“Yeonjun… what’s going on?”

When Yeonjun heard his name he looked over to see his friends walking towards him. They looked worried, and confused, coming to Yeonjun for answers, but he had none.

“I… I don’t know…”

Yeonjun noticed his friends covered in injuries as well, their clothes different from when he last saw them and now torn up. He suddenly winced, looking down at his own body, seeing injuries that hadn’t been there before, and realizing his own clothes had changed.

“I thought you were dead…” You sobbed. “I thought you were all gone…”

“Y/n?” Kai questioned. “Is that…”

“We’re all okay.” Yeonjun cut in. “We’re all gonna be okay. I promise.”

The boys all looked at each other, but now wasn’t the time for questions. Soobin and Taehyun helped you and Yeonjun get up. You were in no position to walk, so Soobin picked you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style and having you wrap your arms around his neck. They all had a vague sense as to where to go, starting to walk away from the wreck. Yeonjun stayed close to you, softly petting your head and assuring you he was right here with you, they all were. Your eyes stared deeply into his, feeling that his words were true. Yeonjun saw the fire reflecting in your eyes, seeing something strange and turning around. Among the flames he saw five silhouettes, not needing to wonder what that was.

“I promise.”

The smoke overtook the fire and he turned back to you, offering you a smile. You reached out to hold his hand and he took it, feeling the warmth it brought him. He may not know the past here but whatever the future held he knew you’d see it all together, and make new memories. He leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your hand, forever grateful his prayers were answered. Yeonjun would keep his promise, as he was sure they all would.

“Yeonjun.”

“Hm?”

“Everything’s gonna be okay… we’re gonna be okay… right?”

“Yes. I promise.”

[thebest-medicine]

Show, Don’t Tell

The Owl House - lee!Luz, lee!Hunter, lee!Amity, ler!Camila, ler!Willow, ler!Gus, ler!Luz - [read on ao3]

Summary: Camila shows the rest of the Hexsquad a way she used to calm down / cheer up Luz during a scary movie when she was little. Soon, more of the Hexsquad reveal themselves to share the same weakness.

A/N: I come to bring you sweet owl house tickles, takes place during thanks to them

Words: 1.2k

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“Si, and any time Luz was too scared—she always tried so hard to be brave! We always used to help cheer her up with—”

“Whoa! Mama, you don’t have to tell them about—”

“No, tell us! What is it?” Amity asked, a curious smile on her face at Luz’s blurted attempt to silence the story. Luz stared back at her with blushing cheeks before the eyes turned back to her mother a moment later.

“You’re right.. I shouldn’t tell them.” Camila said calmly. She waited for Luz to lose a bit of the tension from her shoulders, ler her guard down just a little… “I should show them!” She leapt toward her daughter with a war cry. Luz scrambled backward on the couch with a shriek of giggling terror.

“No! Mama! Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Luz cried, laughing already as she feebly fought to block the advancing, tickling hands. “Oh nohohohoho! Behehehetrayal!” She cackled as Camila got to her sides, pinching up along them to her ribs. Luz clutched at her wrists as she laughed, squishing herself further back into the couch.

“You see, Luz here is quite ticklish. Never fails to put a smile on her face!” Camila explained to the grinning witch teens as they watched on.

Luz’s face burned with embarrassment as she laughed and laughed, until finally her mother pulled back a minute later with a proud grin on her face. “Tadaa—Smiley Luz!”

“Moooom.” Luz whined through lingering laughter as she covered her face.

“Did you kids have this in the Demon Realm?” Camila asked next as Luz caught her breath.

Willow and Gus nodded with a familiar smile.

“My dad sometimes used to do that when I was growing up.”

“My dads too.”

“Heh, my parents never would have done anything like that, but, the twins...” Amity responded with a shudder at the memories. “They were pretty mean when it came to tickling growing up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, it’s not very fun when someone takes it too far.” Camila assured her. “Luz doesn’t mind as long as—”

“Mama! Please!” Luz protested with a nervous smile.

One of the group continued to watch on confused, a strange smile working its way onto his face at the unfamiliar display of affection and sudden laughter.

“What, um…” Hunter spoke up a few moments later. “What is that?”

“Whaaaaaaaat?” Gus gasped dramatically, spinning to face Hunter. “Are you serious right now!?”

Hunter blushed a little at the attention as eyes converged on him. “Yeah, I uh, I’ve never seen someone do that before.”

“So you don’t know if you’re ticklish?” Willow asked gently.

“If I’m..? No...” Hunter looked to Luz, who had mostly returned to her normal composure and breathing. “Is it… Fun?”

Luz’s cheeks blossomed with redness at his question and she looked away. The whole group chuckled at that.

“Yes, it’s just a way of playing or bonding with someone. Lots of families or friends do it.” Camila explained, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I bet some of your friends here can help you find out.” She winked.

Everyone was smiling as she stood and announced. “I’m going to go make some popcorn and snacks for the movie, okay mijas?” Then, she made her way to the kitchen.

“Well, what do you think, do you want to try?” Willow asked, grinning at Hunter as she moved in closer on the couch.

Hunter swallowed, looking between her and Gus, who gave him a similar look. “S-Sure.”

Luz smiled at him reassuringly, then scooted out of the way so that Willow and Gus could get closer on either side of him. She turned to Amity, who was watching her with a blush of her own.

“A-Alright. What should I..?” Hunter looked between his two friends. Each got in close on one of his sides.

“Put your arms around us, like a hug!” Willow suggested.

Hunter blushed further, but then did as he was told.

“So.. there’s a few general hotspots that most people are ticklish.” Willow explained as she brought one hand up into view to get Hunter’s attention. “For example.” She brought down a wiggling claw hand, just over the middle of Hunter’s stomach.

Hunter jumped at the contact, a strange, unfamiliar sensation that made him want to shout. He reeled back with a wide grin, tightening his grip on his friend’s shoulders to keep from pulling his arms in. She kept tickling, light but persistent. Hunter couldn’t hold back the giggles long as they formed in his throat. Laughter still felt somewhat foreign on his lips, but this felt almost natural. “Wha-whahat- hehe- what is thihihihis?”

“Looks like you’re ticklish, buddy!” Gus cheered with a grin.

“Here’s another spot a lot of people are ticklish.” Willow pulled away her tickling hand, only to bring it back to poke into Hunter’s ribs. He jumped away from the touch, his body flinching toward Gus. Soon, he was met with a poke from that side as well as the other witch joined in the teasing.

“Ehehehhe it feheheeheels weheheird!” Hunter said through his laughter.

“Good weird? Or bad weird?” Willow asked.

“I-hehehehe I’m not suhuhure yehehhet!” He answered honestly, a little overwhelmed at the potency of the sensation.

“Here’s another spot a lot of people are ticklish.” She wiggled two fingers under his arm and Hunter yelped. His arm tugged back and slammed into Willow’s shoulder where she had him lightly pinned to the couch.

Gus moved his own hand up and started to poke around the other armpit, and Hunter laughed outright.

“Ahahahaha! Wahahaha- not thehehehere!” He gasped, wishing for a moment he could crawl out of his skin to escape the strong, intruding buzz of ticklish sensation.

The two of them stopped. “Sorry, too much?” Willow asked.

“No, just… that was a bad spot, I guess.” Hunter replied. “It’s fine.” Then, he continued, assuring them. “It was kinda.. fun. Is there… other spots people can be ticklish?”

Willow’s smile brightened. “Of course! Let’s try somewhere else. Let us know if it’s too bad a spot again, okay?”

“Okay..” Hunter nodded. “Hey, why are you grabbing my feet, Gus?”

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Meanwhile, as Luz turned to Amity. “So, you said the twins were pretty bad, huh?”

Amity’s blush grew. She looked at the ceiling. “H-heh, yeah.”

“So I guess that means you’re pret-ty ticklish.”

The blush covered her entire face.

“Don’t worry, I don’t wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” Luz leaned in, whispering. “But if you’d be okay with it, I’d love to try it some time.”

Amity giggled in anticipation. “T-That would be fine. I trust you.”

“Like…. Maybe now?” Luz smirked, giving her a playful look.

Amity nodded, already letting out small laughs. And Luz pounced, only to bring one slow, gentle hand down to poke at her twitching tummy.

“Hehehehe- AHH! Heheh!” Amity giggled, shouting out a little laugh at every new poke. Her laughter joined Hunter’s, and Camila smiled as she prepared snacks in the next room.

[lagncx]

Don’t be afraid of the lightning, it cannot get through me to get to you.

Inspired by Ethel Cain.!!! Karl x reader

Gn reader if it says a gender word my bad.

For @nonchalantgat0 ^^

—-

He was free so why the fuck did he feel so trapped?

You and Heisenberg met when you fell at his feet after running from lycans. Your front tooth chipped on the edge of his boots you could have sworn.

“The hell you come from?” You looked up at him, your jaw vibrating from the initial bump and you smiled. He was jaw-dropping in a…weird way. You ended up telling him who you were and that you were from outside the area pointing at your shoes while crying.

—---

You cried as you pointed at your own boots now completely fucked. “You wouldnt believe this i fucking fell look at my timbs! You know how much these cost?” You sighed “I got chased by some crazy mountain man growling and barking behind me and I lost my damn footing.” the man just chuckled “Sounds like a day.” He smirked at you his glasses hiding his eyes his head dropped to its side head looking up and down at you. You smiled at him, the small chip in your tooth making the air you breathed in whistle in a cute dorky way. You were a dork. So you looked smitten “Uh yea…it was a long day babe- uh today today.”

——

After that you were stuck like glue but he got out of the village with help from Ethan and Chris ... .even the duke though Karl wouldn’t admit it. Things have changed. Everything is…different from the town so you stayed home with him for weeks before taking him out.

——-

The ride to the new home is far from the village thank god. It was long before you had to explain everything about a vehicle to him. The packing was short, not many things filled the trunk except scrap…lots of it.

Need to keep my hands busy…please.

You cursed at yourself falling for his silver puppy eyes and his manly toolkit that you put a sticker on from an old concert you went to. He was busy bending something before putting it on the dashboard.

You sighed, banging your head on the wheel for a second while driving in the dark, making sure to follow the road and fence while surrounded in darkness. “Okay guess.” He said “Karl-“ he shushed you and pointed at it “guess.” You sighed and looked at it squinting and flicking your view to the road and back. “Is it….a bear?” He shook his head “Nope.” You sighed “Is it a…badger?” Picking it up with one hand on the wheel. “That’s two guesses..one more you're out.” He hummed holding the animal magazine close to his chest “Uhm-…It’s a panda!” You smiled knowing you were right “Boom 3 to me. 1.5 to Karl!” He laughed and shook his head “Nope. It’s a red panda” Your mouth dropped open looking at him then the road “The hell?! What’s the fucking difference?” You only sighed in defeat when he showed you the page with the red panda page. “Okay, I’m done with this damn game.” He only laughed and threw the magazine behind him before messing with the passenger window, rolling it down and up “Karl…” down, the sound of the window was becoming a little irritating. He stopped. “What if I can’t adapt to this…modern world?”

——-

That question he asked you laughed at dismissing it as just jitters but he couldn’t get the hang of life here. Away from the village not able to use his powers it almost was like an itch the way he couldn’t really…use them like it was wrong but being with you in that little starter house it was. Everything but nothing felt good except you. You were safe and made him feel safe. Hugged him even when he fought it, kissed away his tears through the rough nights. Settling in was hard. You kept him in the house for three weeks like when a new cat hides under the bed when put into a new environment.

First experience was shopping for clothes and food. He stuck close to you looking at all of the other men dressed in either graphic tees or plain sweaters. He cleared his throat. Obviously feeling self-conscious. The loud noises and the sound of carts pushing were a bit overwhelming being around so many different people…so many people, normal something he’ll never be again. His fist clenched the tip of his gloved fingers brushing against the seam on the side of the palm.

You didn’t realize how bad it actually fucking was.

There was a sound of a baby crying two rows down? What really got him was the banging the baby did on the shopping cart like it vibrated his bones he felt the checkouts being used every beep every electric current. He had leaned against you making you grunt from his weight “Karl? What’s up?” You asked. He whispered “Can we go?” You sighed “Karl we need food and clothes for you.” You continued down the aisle.

The Music playing on the grocery store's speakers suddenly slowed and went down in pitch, the buzzing of the freezer lights became louder like a swarm of bees. You looked around and then looked at Heisenberg “Karl, stop.” He wasn’t looking at you he was looking down at the floor which started to shake. You looked behind him eyes widening in fear at the large metal shelf frames that held the heavy stuff, sand, fire wood, beer.

Everything. Now You knew it was serious, he wasn’t supposed to use his powers, Chris threatened you both. “Help.” The faintest whisper came from your lover, he was overstimulated, and anxious. You immediately pulled him out and to the car the emergency alarms buzzing through the parking lot.

Getting into the car you both sat in the back lucky for you, you got tints. You took off his jacket, his breathing was erratic, uneven. You took off his hat and glasses. His eyes were watery but he couldn’t look at you, he was embarrassed of himself. “Karl, my love. You’re okay.” You whispered and you grabbed his arm putting his hand on the back of your hair feeling his fingers tangle into it “There we go, what’s wrong baby?” You whispered leaning close.

Karl swallowed “It’s her fault.” He said “She turned me into this, now I’ll never be normal, or happy.” He sobbed, hiding his tears from you leaning into your chest. You took a deep breath, Karl had electrified organs, stopped him from having kids too. But you weren’t gonna let something stop him.

You hummed softly over the noise. The engines that he could feel through the stores the machines the landlines the phone towers, fuck the noise. The car alarms blaring were no match to your voice. You sang to him his breathing slowed and he felt himself being pulled back. Back before Miranda. Before you.

—-

Karl crawled into his moms lap, tears streaming down his face he pointed to a scar on his arm and his mom comforted him kissing his face and his arm she smiled and showed him one of her scars and in German she whispered to him “Scars make you strong Karl, everyone is a journey and lesson. They hurt but don’t worry I’ll always be here to kiss away the pain.” She laughed nuzzling him.

——

Karl breathing hitched as he smiled thinking about his mother, though she wasn’t here. She kept her promise. Someone was here to kiss the pain away. He knew she’d approve.

You both stayed like this for hours, the alarms stopping.

You made the call to move to the countryside less stimulating. Heisenberg sat in the passenger seat reading a book about world history.

The radio cut “Hello to everyone! Thanks for tuning in on 98.6 for you we have Ethel Cain- Family Tree! Enjoy your cruising stay safe and weird.” Heisenberg looked down at the radio using his powers to turn up the volume slightly. “Who’s this?” He asked looking at you as you chewed on one of his cigars to keep yourself busy while you fixed your tank top “Ethel Cain, sorta a southern gothic type.” You hummed “Don’t listen to her much.” You shrugged, he nodded, he looked around a smell hitting him “What. The. Fuck. Is that fucking shitty ass fuck smell.” You laughed rolling down the windows making it stronger “Probably fertilizer or a cow herd nearby.”

And sure enough Karl looked over seeing the cows spread around the mountain clearing grazing. Watching a baby calf run across the golden brown grass field. He smiled. This was better than the city. “Sorry we have to live over here.” He frowned. “Oh please, my parents are from this side, they’ll let us live in one of their houses.” He blinked “are they rich?” You shook your head “Nah, just…they always wanted me out of the city.” You shrugged the climax of Family tree hit and Heisenberg liked it more than he would’ve thought “Can we see her live?” You laughed “Yea Karl, next time she goes on tour I promise.” You had promised to take him to every concert ever. You promised him the world and you were gonna give it to him.

You pushed something in your pockets down, two thick silver rings. For later…way later. You looked to your left, slowing down “Karl…Heisenberg.” You said making him whip his head to glare at you “Don’t call me th-“ you jerked your thumb to the running majestic animal. You laughed and said “horse.”

The animal's hair whipped like the long grass in the wind. that made him crawl over the middle console to your window making the car swerve slightly.

Heisenberg knew he’d love it even more. This was good, better. Mom always said things will always get better even when it’s low.

——

This is to suffice for like idk. The unfinished stuff.

[multiverse-of-fanfic]

Happy Birthday, Harry!

Sleeping Beauty was one of my favorite movies as a kid. So, of course when I saw this anon ask on @sitp-recs dash, I knew I HAD to write this little birthday blurb

"Is it supposed to look so – "

"So what?" Draco snapped, whipping his head to his left to arch a sharp brow at Ron.

Ron floundered under the attention. "So, um, uh – "

"What Ron means to say," interjected Hermione, stepping forward with a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder and a pointed look towards her husband. "Is that it has a lot of character. Isn't that right, Ronald?"

Draco's head swiveled back towards his ginger critic to find him frantically nodding, his head moving up and down wildly as if on a hinge.

Pursing his lips, Draco turned back towards his creation. "I'll admit. It's not exactly what I'd originally had in mind."

And as if Draco's words were the panacea to his sudden – and welcome – silence, Ron stepped up and pointed at the cake. "So, it's not meant to be all crooked like that?"

"No," Draco said tersely.

"Have you got it stuck like that with a Stasis Charm?"

"Yes. It was either that or prop it up with a bloody broomstick. I haven't the time to bake another."

"Bake?" cried Ron. "You made this yourself?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

"No," Ron snorted.

Draco turned and glared at him, but Hermione attached herself to his upper-arm with both hands and a cry of, "Oh, I think it's lovely, Draco."

And almost as one, the three of them turned towards the cake – its form leaning more and more the farther removed from the base tier it went. Icing in Gryffindor colors – Draco swore a part of himself died with each layer – dripped out from between the layers and down the side. All of it culminated with the heart made of cherries on the top.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Draco started to ask, "Do you think – "

"I'm sure Harry will love it. It's the thought that counts."

"That's not what I was going to ask, Hermione."

"Oh?" Her brown eyes went wide, and she blinked owlishly at him before turning back to the cake, valiantly ignoring the holes Draco bored into the side of her face.

"What's everyone looking at?"

"Harry!" Ron shrieked, his voice cracking up the octave.

Draco whirled around and stepped towards the newly arrived Harry, bracing his hands on either side of Harry's chest.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, laughing sweetly (if not a bit madly). "You weren't supposed to be back for another hour."

"I left early. I wanted to see you." Harry's smile lit up his face, and Draco couldn't help but mirror it as Harry leaned in for a quick kiss.

"What's this then?" he asked, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and looking expectantly at Hermione and Ron.

They'd closed the space where Draco used to be and were body blocking Harry from the cake, casting quick glances towards Draco.

"Go ahead and show him," Draco sighed, flinging an arm uselessly in the air. "We can't hide it from him forever."

"Hide what?"

Draco gestured to the cake wordlessly, Hermione and Ron parting like a wave, the cake appearing between them like a giant, red-and-gold eyesore.

"What's this?" Harry asked, intense green eyes focused on Draco.

"It's supposed to be a birthday cake," he groaned.

Harry only closed his eyes, the corners of his lips tilting up. "I know that."

He tugged Draco closer. "Did you make this for me?"

"Yes," Draco whispered, suddenly ashamed. He should have just taken Molly's help when she'd offered it.

"So what's wrong?"

"Well, it's awful. I know you're blind, but surely even you can see that."

Harry wore that expression he always did when he wanted to let Draco know he was overreacting. "But you made it for me?"

"Yes," he whispered again.

"I love it," Harry whispered back. "It's got character."

Draco heard Hermione's pleased 'humph' from behind them and rolled his eyes. "You really like it?"

"Love it," he corrected, squeezing Draco closer. "And I love you. Thank you."

A burning sensation gathered behind Draco's eyes, and he could see the same sheen of unshed tears in Harry's. Draco, though, still had a sense of pride, and refused to cry in front of Ron and Hermione. So, he pulled Harry closer so that they were just a hair's breadth away.

"Happy Birthday, Harry," Draco whispered into the air between them.

Then, there was snogging. Lots of snogging. Ron, of course, cut into the cake without them. But that was alright. There would be many, many more birthdays to celebrate.

[tornado1992]

I made a story based on the post you made on Feb 10th

Babyfied Tails not crying no matter how hungry or sick he’d be because when he was an actual toddler he learned that if he cried no one would come to help him, his cries would only attract the people who wanted to hurt him.

I can’t tag it or however that works but I hope you like it. I just made it so it’s not beta’s or anything but I hope you enjoy it. Set in the movie universe.

Tales of Tails

Tails didn’t cry. He didn’t. That was just the way he worked, no crying. When in pain? Don’t cry. When sick? Don’t cry. It was something he learned from westside there was no way around it.

Whenever he had cried then he had only attracted attention from Mobians who wanted to hurt him. He’d only be attacked and beaten if he cried out in any way, so the answer was simple. Teach yourself to not cry.

…hard to do when you were a toddler and needed something but couldn’t express it any other way.

Thankfully that all changed when he met Sonic, he slowly had expressed himself more and when he needed something he just told Sonic, which was more effective than crying about it.

So when he got into battle with some dumb badniks and surrounded, he didn’t make a sound of distress. Just fought back as best he could, rolling and spindashing himself into the robots until they were all broken and he was gasping for breath.

His leg hadn’t been so lucky in the end as it was bleeding and Tails was sure if you looked close enough you could probably see bone, but the young kit hobbled over to Sonic, who had a few cuts but wasn’t very banged up.

“S-onic?” He said, gritting his teeth together against the pain

His big bro turned to him and his eyes widened, making the fox sit down as he began to examine his injury, “Tails! What the heck happened?”

“Badnik got a lucky hit.” He said, squeezing his eyes shut as Sonic put pressure on his knee and pain shot through his body, but he stayed just as he was.

“Tails…we need to get you to a doctor.”

His eyes flew open to look at Sonic’s, and…sure enough there was complete honesty to be found. Tails let his head hang, he felt like a man condemned, a doctor? Would a doctor really help?

“Come on little bro.” Sonic said, scooping the kit into his arms, “Why don’t we see about Maddie? I think she’s on call today.”

Tails nodded and held on, Maddie could be trusted and she was a vet so she knew how to help.

“Gonna go fast.” Sonic warned

Tails gripped his brother tighter and soon the two were off at lightning speed…and too much sooner they were at the clinic Maddie worked at. Sonic ignored the registration desk, but the nice lady knew who it was anyway.

“Hey Pretzel lady?” Sonic asked, gaining her attention

“Hey Sonic…oh my gosh.” She gasped, “Can you two hang on for one moment?”

“Yeah, we can mom.” Tails assured her as Sonic led the way to a small bench in a waiting room usually used for the owners of pets and their pets to wait for their vet or their pet’s return from the back rooms.

Sonic set him on it and grabbed as many napkins and/or gauze as he could find to soak up what was left from his bleeding, it’s was oozing out and making him lightheaded.

As his brother was putting pressure on his open wound Tails said, “Uh…Sonic?”

“What? What’s wrong? Is it not working? Are you cold? I can get a blanket. I’ll get a blanket.” He zoomed back one second later and had Tails wrapped up, “Cozy?”

Tails nodded he hadn’t even noticed the cold which was odd since his fur usually gave him so much heat, enough to keep him alive, “Yeah, but…I’m kind of dizzy is what I was going to say.”

“You’re dizzy?” Maddie suddenly said from the doorway, “Can you tell me anything else?”

His head kind of lolled around, “Uhh…It’s not stopping bleeding and my head’s fogging up.”

“Okay, I’ve got a few ways to fix this, but you’ll have to get it done surgically.” Maddie explained

Sonic tensed up, “I’ve read about those…they don’t sound like a lot of fun.”

“They aren’t.” Maddie agreed before turning to Tails to explain it to him eye to eye, “You’ll be under anesthesia so you won’t feel a thing Tails.”

“I can do it awake.” He said, “I can do it.”

Maddie’s hand came to his shoulder, “I know you can honey, but you’ve got to get it while you’re in a medically induced sleep. You won’t feel anything until you wake up.”

Tails shook his head, “Please no. I can do it awake. Please.”

Maddie’s tone took on a serious tone, “There’s not much time to be wasting here honey. You are bleeding from a severe wound and it needs to be sewn up as soon as possible so you can recover.”

“Please Tails.” Sonic’s voice came from behind Maddie, “It’ll be lots safer and you’ll have me and Knuckles here when you wake up. And I’m sure Donut lord will be happy to see you fixed up too.”

Tails leaned his head against the wall, his head was starting to make the room spin and he closed his eyes in defeat, “…Okay.”

He was carried into the back room and something came over his nose and he held his breath, which scared the people around him until he released his breath two minutes later and he inhaled something that smelled weird and he moved his head, but the thing followed him until he fell into sleep.

When Tails came to, he found himself back on a bench in the waiting room, but this time with his big brother Knuckles on the bench just 90 degrees from where Tails laid.

He tried sitting up but the echidna warrior took action, “Young fox.”

Tails waved, “Hey Knuckles.”

Knuckles put a big gloved hand to Tails’s forehead, making the younger giggle, “You are well?”

“As well as I can be right now.” He joked with a smile

Knuckles nodded to himself, “Shall I reassume my post? Maddie has requested she be alerted once you have awoken.”

“Better to not keep her waiting then, I’ll be okay if you go let her know.”

Knuckles seemed to hesitate before walking to the door leading to the back, “I shall return shortly fox.”

With his big brother gone, Tails was left wondering where his other big brother was but didn’t have long to wonder as Knuckles returned with Maddie.

She immediately knelt in front of him, “Hey Tails. How’re you feeling?”

“Not dizzy anymore.”

She ran her hand through his fur and scratched behind his ear, just enough for him to relax but not enough to purr, “That’s good, you gave me a heart attack when you didn’t breathe for a second there.”

Knuckles joined in, not touching the fox but taking his seat back, “It was quite concerning to hear about fox, I had almost immediately feared you had joined your ancestors.”

“What? Come on Knuckles, I’m not going to go down that easily.” Tails protested in an exasperated voice only a little brother could pull off, “I’m not super strong like you but I can survive that.”

Knuckles nodded solemnly, “As you should fox.”

“With that said and done, who’s ready to go home?” Maddie asked

Tails raised his hand, “I am.”

“As am I.” Knuckles said as he picked up his little brother, “Lead the way lady of pretzels.”

Maddie giggled and did lead the way to the car, where Tom was standing and so was-

“Sonic!” Tails exclaimed, lighting up when he saw his blue blur brother 

“Hey buddy!” Sonic zoomed up to him, “How’re you feeling after surgery?”

Tails assessed himself, “My leg kind of hurts but it’s dull but I’m not dizzy anymore.”

Sonic looked relieved, “Good, you freaked us all out little buddy.”

“Shouldn’t we get going home?” Knuckles interrupted, “The fox needs his rest to recover properly.”

Tom jangled the keys, “I’ve got your ticket to ride right here.”

Maddie rolled her eyes at her husband’s song reference and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I’ve got a shift to finish so I’ll meet you when I get off.”

“Alright, love you.” Tom replied

“Love you too, make sure the boys eat I’m sure they’re starving by now.” She teased as she closed the front office door

Knuckles looked and sounded confused as he placed Tails in his middle booster seat, “I do not understand.” He buckled Tails in, “We are not starving, we have eaten two full meals as of today and have yet to eat a third.” He buckled himself in, “Why say such a thing if it is not true?”

“It’s an expression knucklehead.” Sonic said in an exasperated tone as he buckled himself in so Tom could start the car without the sensors yelling at him, “She meant that she’s sure we’re hungry.”

“Then why not just say so?”

Sonic sighed, “There is still so much about Earth you have got to learn.”

Tails giggled, their banter would always cheer him up and he was left with that joyful feeling as the boys made their way home.

Tom carried Tails upstairs and laid him into his bed before sending the other two to make sandwiches, with grapes, Knuckles loved his grapes.

“Thanks for taking care of me dad.” Tails said as he was tucked in

“Speaking of which.” Tom suddenly spoke up, “I heard that a little someone didn’t take care of himself and was hurt, only telling Sonic something was wrong.”

Tails suddenly felt very cornered and alone with those words. He wanted to hide…he wanted to cry.

“I’m not mad at you Tails.” That did nothing to reassure him.

“I want all my boys to be safe and I don’t feel like that’s happening here.” His head tilted as Tails turned his head away from him, “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

He gave Tails’s shoulder just a little nudge and Tails lost it, burying his head in his hands, but he spilled no tears.

“I’m sorry Mr. Wacowski, I-I didn’t mean to scare you all with my leg. I don’t want to scare you at all! I-I didn’t know I was going to get hurt and-and-!”

A hand oh his shoulder stopped him in his rant, “That’s not what I’m talking about Tails. I’m talking about how you didn’t cry the entire time.”

Huh? It was about why he didn’t cry? Where was this coming from?

“It’s hard to tell how much pain you’re really in if you don’t cry.”

Encouragement to cry?

Tails’s voice shook in confusion and something he couldn’t name, “A-Aren’t you supposed to be telling me not to cry?”

Tom snorted and joked, “And feed my need for masculinity in this family? You wish.” Tom playfully nudged to make him laugh, and it worked to loosen the tension, if only a little. “But more seriously, I don’t want to see you in pain, but I want to make sure that either me or someone else knows when you’re in pain. It’s your body’s natural response Tails. It pains me to see you not expressing your needs, especially for something as serious as an injury that cuts almost to bone.”

Tails looked at Tom’s arm, suddenly finding that very interesting and making the man move to maintain eye contact.

Tails only looked away again and took a few minutes to prepare.

Tom was a few moves away from going to check on the other two when Tails spoke up in a small voice, “…promise to not tell anyone but Maddie?”

“Of course.” There was still no eye contact, but this was a start

“…Back in my village everyone thought my two tails were weird, so I learned that if I wanted to survive I wasn’t supposed to cry. Because then I’d be found and hurt even more than I already did.”

Tom was listening, the words the kit had spoken were already so gut-wrenching but he had to hear what his son had to say.

“Some pulled on my tails and some just punched me…but it was always because I was crying, so I just didn’t cry no matter how hungry or scared I was.” His kit sniffled but no tears fell, “It hurt more when I cried and was found than if I just didn’t cry so I-so I-!”

Tom scooped his son up in a warm embrace, if only to let him know he was there and offer his silent support.

“I-It worked. F-For a long time.” His son admitted

“Tails,” Tom started, “You don’t have to hide here, nobody in this household will ever hurt you or make you feel like you can’t cry because you won’t get hurt here. I’d rather take a thousand bullets for anyone living in this home a hundred times over than see you, any of you, hurt.”

The kit must’ve understood because he felt his little hands tighten around his body and grip his shirt tightly. Then his little form began to shake and a wet spot formed on his shirt.

He rubbed a hand along Tails’s back in circles, “It’s okay Tails.”

For the first time Tails truly believed he could be safe. Here. In his father’s arms.

-silentsheikah

Oooh this is goood! One can really forget how young Tails really is, but damn you hit me in the feelings with him actually acting his age while he holds back so much. And damn with the no tears while somehow still sobbing! Are you trying to kill me? (please keep going). Also Sonic trying to do everything in his power to make his brother as comfortable as he can be, beautiful, they’re so bros I love them.

It makes me really happy when my writing inspires people to create works of their own!Really loved to read about the movie bros, there are not that many works on them so this was a treat! Thank you for sharing it!

[red-airhead]

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word count - 2,548

genre - romance, fluff

warnings - slow burn, mutual pining, romantic! seungmin, idol! seungmin, afab! reader, feminine terms, reader cries a lot, livestream proposal, drunk make out, kissing, seungmin being nervous, pet names (baby, love), lmk if I missed anything

the ring

He saw you for the first time in an empty classroom gathering your things to go home.

That was so long ago. You both remembered it like it was yesterday. The way you caught him staring, glasses reflecting from the sun that peaked from the windows and shined on your face, making you look even more perfect than before. 

He forgot the reason he came back to the classroom, hand gripping the strap of his tote bag tightly as he swallowed thickly. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him either, though. The way he began to smile nervously, eyes now darting anywhere in the room as if to avoid melting in your sun-like gaze. It caused you to giggle which startled him.

“Sorry, sorry.. You just look so cute..” You managed through your giggles, watching him look back at you with such a flustered expression.

He thought you were bold with the way you called him cute, “I-It’s okay.. I’m Seungmin,, Kim Seungmin..” 

You hummed in response, walking away from your seat and towards him, reaching out your hand with a smile on your face, “I’m L/N Y/N! It’s nice to meet you Seungmin!”

And that was a blossom of a friendship both of you knew wouldn’t fall apart.

Day after day, he sat next to you in class. At first it was hard for him to talk to you but slowly he started opening up. Days went by where you’d see each other everyday, learn more about each other, exchange numbers and just spend all the time in the world together. 

“I’m a trainee for JYP Entertainment.. Did I ever tell you that?” He said, one day during lunch. That statement caused you to choke on your water.

After a few minutes of panicking, you looked at him stunned, “No way.. That’s so cool Min!” You said with enthusiasm, the biggest smile on your face.

“It is?”

“Yes! Oh my god, Min that's like one of the coolest things ever! How long have you been a trainee for?” You were so interested in his trainee life now, and it made him excited to know you supported him.

“About three years ago? I think, sometimes it’s easy to lose track of time.. I was just recently selected to be part of a group called Stray Kids. Apparently the leader is like– selecting his own group members..” You didn’t know what was more exciting. The fact that he was picked or the fact the leader was such a badass to be able to pick his own group members.

“Whoa.. Min I’m so happy for you..” You nearly caught him off guard when you started crying. It was something you rarely ever did in front of him, and it made him worried that something was wrong.

“Why are you crying? Uh– You okay?” He quickly discarded his food to pull you into a very awkward hug. Well there's a first for everything.

“I’m just really happy for you.. That’s such a big achievement, especially with a company like that.. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He knew you were pouting just from the way you were speaking, but he decided to brush it off.

“I didn’t want you to have to worry so much, that’s all..” 

“You’re actually a dumbass.”

“Hey!”

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Graduation rolled around sooner than you both thought. You don’t know what made you cry more, the fact that you were graduating and had a new life ahead of you, or the fact that you wouldn’t see your best friend as much.

You and Seungmin ended up walking home together, something that was normal for the two of you yet it felt so forbidden now that you graduated.

The tear stained cheeks from the both of you was something that just showed how much this affected the both of you.

There was one thing though, his confession. 

You stopped at a nearby park bench, after you had told Seungmin you felt a little dizzy and wanted to sit down. 

It was perfect.. Sunny and warm out was one of your favorite weathers, and with the flowers blooming nearby he knew it was perfect timing. He picked one earlier without you noticing, practically hiding it in his bag, making sure it wouldn’t get smushed. 

Pulling it out he stares at it, then looks at you.

You look back at him and it was like everything stopped, “what’s that flower for?” You pointed out, making him feel a little startled. He cleared his throat as he took in a deep breath.

“I picked it earlier, for you.. I didn’t have time to get a bouquet this morning so I just..” He shyly hands it to you, completely backing out of the confession.

Well there goes his chance..

“Thank you, it’s beautiful..” You said, holding the flower with delicacy, smiling at the sweet gesture.

He only nods, and he sits with you a little longer. Just relish in the moment a little longer.

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Getting a chance to have drinks was something that was rare. You both knew that, and him being out in public isn’t a smart idea, so you decided to get a bunch of alcohol the night prior, and ordered take out before he arrived. 

You spent the entire time you drank laughing and talking about life. He went on and on about how stupid his members could be, telling you stories that made you laugh to the point you snorted a few times.

Eventually, both of you ended up just a little over tipsy, however it hit you the most. He knew you wouldn’t remember much after you had gotten drunk, so he tried to refrain from his deepest desires to just kiss you.

He ignored the way his body felt on fire when your eyes would linger a little too long on his lips, or the way your touch felt like heaven against his skin, even if it was a graze. 

That’s where this led to, snuggled up to each other, enjoying the warmth radiating off of each other as you both relaxed with alcohol in your system.

“You’re s’ warm..” You muttered, nuzzling your face into his neck, this caused him to tilt his head back and onto the back of the couch.

“You're warmer..” He chuckled out, pulling you closer by your waist. 

You hummed in response, spending a while in silence, too drunk to let words slip out easy enough.

At one point, and truthfully he didn’t remember when, he found you straddling him, looking down at him with an expression full of admiration.

“You’re so pretty, Minnie..” Words slurred but full of meaning made his heart flutter.

“You’re prettier..” He managed before he felt your lips crash on his.

Sloppy, but there was no intention of it going any further than a make out. Eyes fluttering closed he melted into the kiss, hands gently resting at your hips.

Wet, soft kisses were pressed on his lips, him returning them with eagerness. Eventually those kisses soon became longer, and more deep. 

He wanted more, but he knew that taking advantage of you in such a vulnerable moment wasn’t okay.

“Hey— You’re drunk..We shouldn’t.” He huffed out, staring at you. Lips swollen and red, ready to be kissed again, but he had to resist.

“But whyyyy..” You whined, cupping his cheeks and trying to kiss him again. His hand covered your mouth.

“You’re drunk, and I’m not that kind of person.. Come on, lets get you to bed..”

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He got busy, very fast. Over the span of a couple of years, he was busy with promotions for different comebacks, and when the pandemic hit it made things even harder to see each other. 

Sending pictures back and forth when something cool happened, calling a few nights every week to fall asleep together or to watch a movie. 

At some point, in the middle of the pandemic, you started hanging out again even if it was highly recommended not to.

“I missed this,, I missed your company.” You admit, smiling at him as he got all cozy on your couch. All bundled up and fluffy in the covers that smelled exactly like your perfume and shampoo. 

“I’m just happy I finally got a day where I could spend time with you.. Being an Idol is so hard..” He whined, getting comfortable under your blanket. If he didn’t cover his nose down, you definitely would’ve seen the massive blush he had on his face.

He didn’t realize how often you wore the hoodie he sent you a few months ago. He remembered it clearly. Spraying the box with his cologne, putting a travel sized version with it and a bunch of gifts he got from traveling before the pandemic.

He remembered the texts you sent him, saying how good the hoodie smelled with the cologne and how much you loved the gifts. He made it his mission from then on to buy you gifts anytime he traveled.

“Being friends with an Idol is hard. I’m surprised you were even able to get here without fans following you.”

“Lucky for you, fans don’t seem to like me that much.”

“Don’t say that! I’m sure there are plenty of–”

“There really aren’t.”

You frowned at his self doubt, just before pulling the covers off of him and then laying on top of him, wrapping the blankets around the both of you. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Forcing you to stay until you stop this absolute stupid nonsense!” You huffed out, snuggling into his warmth. You felt his arms wrap around you to pull you closer and you swore you melted.

“Jokes on you, this is comfortable..” He huffed out. Gently squeezing you, he looked at the way you looked so perfect in his arms.

Your heart pounded and you hoped he couldn’t feel it, and it wasn’t like the first time you cuddled, it just felt a little different this time, more domestic.

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It was late, he knew that. And he knew that he’d been waiting way too long to finally do the thing he longed to do. 

With a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a basket in your favorite color, your favorite snacks and multiple bottles of your favorite drink to stock up on.

The dating ban had been lifted, and he was about 5 minutes away from your house. It was 5 minutes away from midnight. 

As soon as he arrived he scrambled to the door and pushed on the doorbell like his life depended on it.

He could hear your footsteps, and he listened to the lock on the door click and watched the door open.

“Min? It’s 12 in the morning, what are you doing here..” You huffed out. Your hair was a bit of a mess, considering the fact you were tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable in bed. 

“I know it’s late, but something important just happened and it involves you.” He quickly said, watching you step outside and close the door behind you.

Now or never.

“Y/N, ever since the day I met you, I knew you were the one. You looked so beautiful in the sunlight, and the way you called me cute within seconds of us meeting just proved you were what I needed.” He started, watching you get a little confused.

“I wanted to do this on graduation but I backed out. I was too nervous because I was worried you were going to say no, I didn’t want to lose you.” He cleared his throat, watching your posture shift.

“What are you saying?” Maybe you were a little dumb..

“The dating ban got lifted.. Y/N, I— I love you, a lot.. I love you so much and I wanted to tell you I just didn’t want–” 

You quickly cut him off, pressing a very much needed kiss to his lips.

After a very sweet kiss, you pulled away and smiled at him, “I love you too Minnie. Come inside before you get caught.” You laughed, opening the door and pushing him inside.

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2024 came faster than you expected. You’d spent 4 years together with Seungmin and life couldn’t have been any better. 

After the dating ban was lifted, you spent so much of your time talking about him to anyone you could. He’d post about you on bubble, on instagram. He’d talk about you in interviews or on live. You didn’t know what was better, the fact that you got to be by his side for so long, or the fact that he loved you so much to show you off.

There was one particular evening that caught you off guard, the night he proposed. 

You went out for groceries, and while you were gone for about an hour, he went live. He set everything up. He didn’t bother getting dressed all fancy, he knew you would prefer something more comfortable. 

It was perfect though. The lighting, the decorations, and he had your guys’ song playing in the background. He waited patiently for you. 

When you arrived back at home you gasped when you heard the song, “Baby? Why are you playing our song?” 

He knew you loved the acoustic version, so that’s what he played. He stood by the tv that had the lyrics on display. When you walked into the living room your expression shifted so many times while trying to figure out what was going on, “Min?”

He smiled nervously at you as he waited for you to walk over.

While you walked over you looked around and saw a live going,, did he forget?

“Love, what’s going on?” 

Standing across from you he teared up, pouting a little with a smile fighting it, “This is making me nervous..”

“Take your time,, it’s okay..” You knew how nervous he got with things, but you didn’t know what this was about.

After a few deep breaths, he looked at you with a shaky smile, “I love you so much.. You— You made me feel like someone for so long now.. I feel like someone now that I’m with you, and that I can call you mine but there's just— one thing I want to call you.. Something I’ve been dreaming of.” 

You started tearing up at the little speech, smiling at him, “What would that be?”

And suddenly, it really was like the world stopped. Getting on one knee he looked up at you, opening the velvet box that was hidden in his clenched hands.

You gasped, tears now spilling without fail.

“I want to call you my fiancee, my wife.. Y/N will you marry me?” He didn’t even have to wait for you to say yes because you immediately made him take the ring out and slip it on your ring finger.

“Is that even a question worth asking? You already know the answer..” You laughed, making him stand up.

“It’s still better to ask, yknow?” He hummed out, pressing a loving kiss to your lips gently.

You happily kissed back, arms wrapping around his neck, “That’s true..”

He pulled away and just admired you, wiping the stray tears as he smiled, “I guess I’m someone to you?”

“You’re someone to me as long as I’m someone to you."

[arkngth]

Antonio doodle/info dump since he was around last month :3

left is the most recent doodles before i knew he'd be coming back

right is the first drawings of him (coincidentally exactly a year ago from June 1st)

more uncolored doodles n sketches. i kinda draw Antonio the most, but i rarely post about him (been gatekeepmaxxing)

last drawings that i actually still kinda like.. i have much more, i just don't like how they look anymore lmao

rambling wall of text infodump below the cut cuz i am just so autistic about this character LMAO sorry i'm a yapper-

anyway, contrary to popular belief, Antonio is actually my favorite RP character. just in general. and i've never actually seen him live until the other day. unbeknownst to me, i was waiting for a whole year to be able to actually see him live, i think i was more excited about it than cc!anthony was 💀

which might contribute to my love for him bc i had to piece him together like a puzzle from everyone else's POVs and clips n stuff. so at first i didn't want him to come back bc i was afraid he'd be different from the Antonio i made up in my head... but then. i haven't sat n watched, at mostly full attention, a whole stream for 7 hours in a while LOL

when i watched cc!buddha's rdrp vods a year ago n saw Antonio, i thought to myself "oh no... Tony isn't actually my new muse is he...?". and for a while i didn't draw him bc i didn't have any ideas + i didn't really know how to draw him. but i did know that when i did learn how to draw him, it'd be over for me (i wouldn't want to draw anyone else, and i was right oops 😭)

my idea of Antonio is he's just a dumb, impulsive, silly little theatre kid that got wrapped up in being an outlaw bc of Wu n Dot after his house burned down. they woulda been moving around in old box cars wherever the trains took them. Dot dies before the events of WildRP(headcanon), and Wu to me, is the autistic kid that follows Antonio around bc he talks a lot n has charisma lolol. also, to me, Wu is not as evil as he was intended to be, he just follows in Sonny's footsteps who's calculated n violent. While Antonio chooses Cesare's path to be more diplomatic and focuses more on his reputation. Antonio can't win a fight to save his life, and i love him for it. he thinks he's scary n dangerous, but to me, he couldn't hurt a fly hehe. i mean, one of the first things he did in the crossing was host a talent show at the local theatre. i'm a big fan of pathetic men, what can i say.

speaking of, i love how pathetically in love he is with Renni. and i love how, despite how much they like each other, they never actually get together n still respect each other as friends. they are the embodiment of the saying "if you love something let it go, if it comes back its yours" but without the last part.. they are so tragic to me.

in the last 3.5 years of watching rp, i've never had any character or character dynamic make me cry. like, as much as i love how doomed n toxic Donnie/Lang is, i've teared up a bit, but they've never made me cry just thinking about them. but Antonio, n by extension, his relationship with Renni, has made me cry multiple times just thinking about them 😭 and yeah, i cried the other day when Antonio was thinking about Renni LOL

idk why he's the character that changes my brain chemistry, but uh. he is. i've literally never rambled about a character so much online, sorry for the great wall of text bc of it.. i'm usually masking so hard a lot of the time, but i've been wanting to talk about Antonio for so long with no one to yap to so, yknow.. he gets me to unmask and i also love him for that :']

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for calling my nan to get me when I wasn’t sure about walking home?

This happened about a year ago, but it still eats at me. I have no idea whether I was actually in the wrong, and so far that day has been one of the worst in my life so far (for several reasons). I should also state that I am autistic, so this may give a frame of reference to how I think.

So, to make a long beginning of a story short, I went on the wrong school bus and when I realized it, I got off on a somewhat unfamiliar street. I’d been driven past it before on many, many occasions, but it was still very alien to me. I call my mom, video called her to show her where I was, that sorta stuff. I should mention, I was also walking down the street while on video call, just to show my surroundings. This is like.. a smidge important later I guess.

Now, here’s where it starts to get a bit bad— I ask if she can send my stepdad to come get me, but she says that I should walk home, considering it was kinda short. The thing was… it was around 4 km? I think? Not only was that the farthest distance I’ve ever had to walk to my house, I’ve only ever walked close to that distance on hikes and walks around this one pond, and I didn’t have a book bag to carry then. It wasn’t a distance I was used to walking, plus I was in a spot that was a bit unfamiliar to me. I was a bit put off by the idea and just was like “uh.. ok” before hanging up. I should mention I was overweight (still am) and got overheated easier than most, but I feel like I’d still be at least hesitant to do it if I wasn’t those things.

So, this is the part that’s the reason I’m sending this ask in the first place. I called my nan to pick me up. It was a sound reason to do so in my mind, being a pretty far walking distance from my house in a somewhat unfamiliar area. While I was waiting, my mom found out that I called my nan to pick me up. She seemed just a tad upset at the time, but I brushed it off as something that could be cleared up easily.

Christ upon a Ritz, I was wrong.

She was actually *mad*, and even when I got home I didn’t know how mad. I was told that I shouldn’t do that by both mom and stepdad when I got home, and when we had dinner that evening the atmosphere was so bad I almost cried afterwards, and the whole time I was home I could occasionally hear them talk about what I did.

Wasn’t the worst part tho.

At some point I was called out into the kitchen, and you know what happened? My mother just verbally tore into me. About how I had took advantage of/used my grandma (don’t remember exact wording), how I had lied (unintentionally), a lot of stuff that made me cry very quickly (which she also got mad at me for). I think she may have gotten mad with my grandma too, but I don’t exactly remember. I have a bad memory. Either way, I felt worse than garbage by the time she was done shouting at me. By the way, my stepdad was there the entire time and not once did he even think to go “hey, you’re going a little hard there” or something.

And that’s not all! She even went through my messages to my nan where I was talking to her about how she had gotten mad at me and how bad I felt.

Anyway, I decided to go to bed early that night because I just wanted the day to end. Something else happened later that night tho but it’s not related to the story nor do I want to talk about it.

The aftermath is that even a year later I don’t feel like I can talk to my mom about a lot of things, and I’m kinda scared of making her mad. I think I’ve become a little more doormat-y in just not ever expressing my feelings at certain things my family does.

But… I do wonder if I actually was the asshole. I genuinely meant no harm, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do any.

So was I the asshole then?

What are these acronyms?

[phoebepheebsphibs]

They live here now

Ok so rather than spend an eternity sketching this out, I'll write it! STORY TIME!

CW: some descriptions of body horror (it's a hallucination)

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @tmntaucompetition

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They'd decided to split up, in the end. That way they could cover more ground. The No Fun in Fungus Mikey had gone with the Until I Found You April and Karai. The others had gone off in their own little teams, with Mikey.02 going with the semi-evil Donnie and the morally grey Leo going with the Raph with anxiety issues and huge spikes on his elbows, taking Misa with them.

Mikey didn't want to pick favourites, but he had to say he was so ecstatic to spend more quality time with Gram-Gram. He'd teared up when he first saw her, and almost cried when she'd suggested that he come with them. Of course, mutant April was cool, too! But Mikey stayed close - almost uncomfortably close - to his alternate universe gram-gram. It took all his willpower to keep from holding her hand, clutching it tightly, wrapping his arms around her in a long-overdue hug. But he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He tried to keep his hands to himself. But that only made him focus on his scars and bandages, picking and scratching nervously at the marks that decorated his forearms and fingers.

"...Are they uncomfortable?" Karai asked, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"Huh? Oh! Uh, well, no, not anymore, really. Donnie got me these really cool compression gloves, and they help a lot. It's just a lot of scarring, now. But it looks cool, right?" He chuckled.

"Then why do you irritate the wounds?"

Mikey didn't really have an answer to that.

"Um... I guess... I'm just not used to them. I know they aren't bad or anything, but... they tell a story, y'know? And... I don't really like that story."

"I understand," Karai said, nodding softly and taking his hand in hers.

Mikey's stared down at the clasped hands. He smiled, squeezing her hand in his.

"Is it alright if I hold your hand? It will help keep you from fidgeting with the injuries," she asked.

"Yes," Mikey chuckled, awing at the irony. "That's fine! I don't mind."

The group pressed on. They walked past the many stands offering refreshments, references, lil kid coups, and villain squads to take over the surface world. There was a colourful assortment of characters they passed, each one having a somewhat familiar Leo with them.

"How will we tell which one is yours?" April asked.

"He's got really noticeable scars on his shell and plastron," Mikey explained. "Plus he's wearing blue nail polish. I painted his nails myself a few days ago."

"I think the prominent shell injuries will be easier to spot than the polish, but that's helpful," Karai noted.

"Look there!" April shouted suddenly, pointing towards a small cloud of blue in the distance.

The trio ran towards the smoke, finding several of the contestants screaming and crying as they tried to get away. Unseen by all, a disembodied sentient hand began scuttling away from the scene.

"There it is!" April shouted. "Get it! We get the hand, we find the alternate Leo!"

April immediately gave chase, Mikey and Karai calling after her to wait, be careful, it wasn't what it seemed. She didn't hear them.

She simply kept running after it, hoping beyond hope that her somewhat unreliable powers could help her catch the little creep. It certainly was fast! It slithered under a team of turtles, past April's reach. She concentrated hard, focused on the hand, and...

Poof!

April landed in a small area a few feet away from the hand, which somehow saw her - despite not having eyes - and attempted to stop itself. It slid on the floor, desperately trying to go in the opposite direction, when April's feline reflexes kicked in and she pounced on the creature. She placed all of her weight on the hand, crushing it under her stomach as she reached down and grabbed it by its wrist and gripped it with all her might.

"Ha! Gotchya! No scurrying away now -"

The hand threw the spores into her face. How?! Where had it gotten that secret stash from?! It wasn't as though it had pockets or anything to carry the extra fear spores in! April hacked and coughed, rejecting the air from her lungs and backing away. She felt the hand wriggling furiously in her palms. She held on to it with a death grip.

"No, no! You won't get away that easily, I don't care what you show me..."

April stood up, glaring at the arena before her as it slowly melted away.

"Now... show me what you've got."

The halls went dark. The crowds turned and looked at her. They started screaming. Faces came into focus... Dale, Kendra, Jason, Jeremy, Taylor Martin: the coolest girl in school, Seigel the lizard boy... all her "friends" from the school she'd had to quit. All of her previous bosses and employers, little Timmy from Albearto's, the guy who always dropped his groceries... they were here, too? And they all looked terrified of her. Disgusted by her. Some people started throwing stones and rocks at her, shouting at her to "get away from us, freak!" A bruise formed on her arm. April's knees started to shake. If this wasn't real... then why did it hurt like it was? She took a step back. The hand kept trying to wrestle itself free. She pressed it against her chest, digging her fingernails into it. It returned the favour. Still, she held on. She turned away from the crowds, only to be met by her mother and father.

"Mom? Dad...? What... what's wrong?"

"April, honey? Is... is that you?"

This wasn't a hallucination. This was a memory. Her parents, loving and understanding as they were, were terrified and horrified when she'd come home that night, covered in fur and sporting a brand new tail.

"What... what happened to you, sugar?" Her dad asked, his eyes pooling with tears behind his glasses.

"I... I know it looks bad, but..."

"We want our little baby back," her mom sobbed. "We want our sweet little April! Give her back to us!"

"What? I'm the same as I've always been! I just... got a little update, that's all!" April tried to choke down the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. "You... Mom and Dad never said that. They... they weren't - they aren't scared of me! I'm not a monster!"

"Yes you are."

April's eyes widened as the voice echoed all around the halls. It was deafening. She took a step back, felt something crunch and crack underneath her shoes. She looked down, and saw she was standing on a broken mirror. It's shards showed a deformed amalgamation of a beast, hairy and gnarled and bones bending the wrong way, large and warped and horrible! It looked like one of the giant zombie bosses from the video games she played, flesh turning in odd angles and folds, the four eyes burning and glowing but nearly falling out of the face, held in by loosely fitted bags of skin. The hair was snarled and the teeth were jagged. She It had four arms instead of two, and each set looked different. One pair was human - hers, her wonderful beautiful human skin spackled with mangey tufts of yellow hair. The other set of arms were smaller, almost animal-like... she knew exactly who they'd belonged to.

"You are a monster. You meant to save him, but you ended up killing him. You wanted to be his saviour, but you became his demise."

April screamed at the sight, the reflection howling and roaring right back at her. She ran from it, it followed her. The room got darker the further she ran away. She tripped over something, screaming with fear as the monster came closer...

...

"Where did she go?!" Karai yelled angrily. Not at Mikey, not meaning to be aggressive, but quite obviously she was worried. April had no idea what she was getting into with this thing! They didn't even know what that hand really was! It could be an oni, or a demon, or a interdimensional force, for all they knew!

The duo kept running through the crowds, searching for their friend.

"She's gotta be here somewhere," Mikey huffed as he tried to keep up with Karai.

Suddenly, a scream.

"Found her."

The two rushed towards the screams, and found April running at them frantically, her eyes glazed over with a blue tint, her arms hugging the hand close to her as she barrelled towards them. Mikey pulled out his nunchucks to stop her, and golden chains burst forth - one of which wrapped around her ankle and caused April to trip.

"Nicely done," Karai complimented.

Mikey beamed with pride, as the two dashed to April, who was still shrieking and trying to get away from whatever terrified her so.

"April? Can you hear me, April?" Karai tried.

April hyperventilated, her breaths short but fast. She wasn't getting enough air in her lungs...

"April!" Mikey shouted. "It's me and Gram-Gram!"

"Oh please, not you too," Karai mumbled under her breath. She'd save it for later, they had more pressing matters at hand... Karai knelt by the young girl. Mikey danced nervously around them, reaching for his AU friend.

"I can use my ninpo to snap her out of it--"

"No," Karai ordered, holding a hand out to keep Mikey at bay. "As painful as this is, I suspect that if she is under the spore's spell, she can counter it and use it."

"Use it... how?"

Karai ignored him, scooting in closer to April. She reached forwards and placed her hand on her shoulder, a soft green glow emanating from the touch.

"April. If you can hear me, know that you can beat this. You CAN beat it. This is nothing more than a fear, a thought, something you came up with, and as such you can destroy it. You shall not be challenged with something beyond your abilities!"

"I... I can't," April whimpered. "You're not seeing what I see..."

"That means nothing. You can beat it regardless."

"NO!" she screamed, clutching onto the evil hand so tightly that it turned purple. "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT! I'M NOT -- I'M NOT BRAVE LIKE YOU, I CAN'T FIGHT WHOLE DEMONS OR CURSED SETS OF ARMOR OR MONSTERS OR ALIENS OR--!"

"But you can, wakai hito, you can!" Karai insisted. "You ARE brave! I have seen you be brave! Just because you experience fear does not mean you are absent of courage. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the confrontation of it! It is how we respond to our terrors that is what is so important. And right now, I need you to help us."

"H-help?" she whimpered. "What do you...?"

"April, I believe that by using my ninpo, I can connect you to the spores hive-mind. You can use them to search for Leonardo. But you MUST defeat your fears first!"

"Come on, April!" Mikey joined in. "You got this!"

...

April thought about it. The monster came crashing through the glass, roaring at her. She stared it down.

Defeat my fear. Defeat my fear. Defeat my fear.

Okay then.

April stood up, staring the gross frankensteinian beast in its misshapen eyes. Drool dripped from their fangs, it snarled and heaved its heavy breath and growled low at her. April casually walked towards it.

"I know what you're scared of. And it's not that we killed him," she said, tears pricking her eyes as she crept closer to the ugly thing.

It growled louder at her. She took another step forwards. It took one step back.

"And it isn't that everyone else thinks that we're a monster, or a freak, or an outcast. They thought that long before we ever mutated, and it never bothered us."

The beast whimpered as she continued to come closer and closer. Its arms went slack, its deformed body turning in on itself as it tried to get away from her, terrified of her. The broken form betrayed itself, the legs caving in under the body, the stubby little arms cracking under the weight as it tried to hold its grotesque self up. It lay on the ground whimpering and whining and crying as April O'Neil stood over it.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said, her voice wavering as she finally admitted the truth. "I'm afraid of me. I'm afraid that... I'll never accept this. I'm afraid that who I am now... will never be who I wanted to become. I'm afraid that I will hate myself and blame myself for as long as I'll live. But that isn't true. It can't be, I won't let it be," April said, tears stinging her eyes and voice shaking as she knelt down by the monster, which had slowly been re-forming, changing into a proper reflection. It looked exactly like her, before she had been mutated. Her human form.

"I'm not afraid of you," she assured the frightened reflection. "And... and I forgive you, too. It wasn't your fault. You can let it go..."

April wrapped her arms around the reflection, who stiffened, and then went limp, sobbing into her jacket.

"I'm sorry."

The world erupted into light and darkness.

The figure burst into tiny specks of glowing blue light, fluttering away into the sky like stars determined to become a constellation, and April found herself floating, out of her own body, like a ghost. This must be the whole "pinpo" thing Karai was always going on about... The world was dead to her, she was far beyond it. It was a void, but not an empty one. It was filled with stars and light and souls and voices and music and webs - lines that connected one light to another.

"...pril! If you can... hear me.... Leo... find Leo!"

"Karai? Is that you?"

"Find Leo... hurry!"

Right, right! Find Leo. April began swimming in the near-emptiness around her, the realm that resembled outer space. A flicker of light soared past her. She reached out and touched it.

April gasped for air as she became an intangible ghost, witnessing someone's fear as they were spore-bombed... a moth/butterfly creature, watching as a thousand million spiders came for them.

She released the light, and found herself back in the void. So... each of these lights was a person, and their hallucinations from the mushroom spores!

"How am I supposed to find one mutant turtle in all of this?!" she shouted.

Her echoes flowed through the cavernous nothingness. Well, not complete nothingness, there was... wait, what was that?

Far off in the distance, there was a black hole. A dark spot, inky devastation, with nothing but a singular blue spark in the center, dimly lit and slowly fading. April soared towards it.

The darkness was suffocating. It was cold, frigid, and lonely. She had to hurry, she could feel herself slipping away from this place... waking up, coming to....

The tiny light she'd seen was no bigger than a firefly, blinking sadly and losing its will to keep the light going. April cupped her hands under it, holding it close.

And she waited to be transported into the fear. But nothing happened. The light from her hands faded away, but she was left drifting in the black hole.

She was utterly, painfully alone.

No... There was a shadow, floating nearby... A person?

"Leo?"

He didn't seem to hear her. She tried moving towards him, but couldn't get her phantom self to move in this place. She stretched her arm out, trying oh so desperately to get to him...

Her arm ignited in flame and a ghostly extension grew, reached out, her ninpo hand getting closer and closer and closer... but the world began to fade around her. She was running out of time!

"Leo!" she shouted desperately.

He turned softly.

His eyes were half-shut, but glowing an ominous shade of blue. His cheeks were stained with tears, which were also a bright neon glow-in-the-dark blue. He looked like a zombie, like he didn't even register who she was so much as the fact that she'd disturbed him.

He sadly reached out a hand... and touched her ninpo fingers.

APRIL WAS SNAPPED BACK TO REALITY SO FAST THAT IT GAVE HER WHIPLASH, A THOUSAND VISIONS FLOODING IN HER HEAD AND CAUSING HER TO SCREAM IN PAIN. SHE SAW THE DESTRUCTION, THE DEVASTATION, THE PAIN AND MISERY AND HURT AND LONELINESS. SHE SAW HIM REACH FOR HIS PACK AND FIND THE CONTENTS MISSING, HIS DETERMINATION TO RETRIEVE THEM, HIS CHASE AFTER THE HAND, THE ROOM --

...

"APRIL!" Mikey shouted, shaking her as she woke up. "ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"I-I'm... I'm alright," she panted, a cold sweat running down her neck and soaking her back. "That... that was kind of intense..."

"What was it like?" Karai asked nervously. "You were... not really present here. I sensed you'd gone to some other plane, or dimension - when I touched you, It felt like the Twilight Realm all over again..."

"It... I don't know what it was," April said, breathing heavily as she rubbed her arms from where the hand had scratched her... wait...

"Where... where's the hand.PNG?! Where did it go?!"

"You dropped it when you... hugged whatever it was you saw," Mikey whimpered. "We should have gone after it, but once you let go you started glowing and floating and were in your weird trance thing, and the hand sort of vanished."

"That's... that's alright, we don't need it anyway."

"Did you see him?" Mikey begged. "Did you find Leo?"

"I did," she said, the memory of that cold, dank, dark place slowly seeping back and causing her spine to freeze like ice and her hair to stand up on the back of her neck. "I saw him. He doesn't have much time left."

"W-Whaddya mean, he doesn't have much time left? What's happening to my brother??" Mikey whimpered.

"I don't know. But I think he's... he's stuck in the spores. Stuck in the hallucination, and if we don't find him soon--"

"But what's the worst that can happen? He has a heart attack or something? Could he literally be scared to death?"

"I fear it's much worse than that," Karai said, her voice low. "Michelangelo, you told me that the spores were connected to a larger mushroom?"

"Y-yeah, why--"

"I think that the longer he stays in his hallucination, the more... under its control he becomes? He barely reacted when he saw me, he looked like a sleepwalker or something," April explained. "We have to get him out before..."

"...Before what?" Mikey squeaked in terror, his head slowly retracting into his shell.

"I don't know for sure. But don't you worry," April said, standing up and dusting herself off. "I know where he is."

[hearts4renaa]

THE GREAT WAR; 

SUMMARY; falling in love with scaramouche included many things; betrayals, unanswered questions, and battles. in fact, so many battles that could be compiled together into a war.

PAIRING; scaramouche x fem!reader

WARNINGS; spoilers for inazuma and sumeru arc, mentions of scaras real name

GENRE; angst but not rlly angst, happy ending dw, songfic kinda

WC: 2.3k

A/N: bye i just got inspired for some reason...this took my 3 hrs to write and no its not proofread! my first contribution to the genshin fanfic community...ofc inspired by "the great war" by queen taylor

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Battles weren’t uncommon in this world. In fact, Y/N and Scaramouche fought many of them. Be it physical battles, mental battles, or emotional ones, they’ve fought their fair share. But none of them will ever come close to the battle between them; nothing will ever come close to that war.

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Always remember, uh huh, tears on the letter.

I vowed not to cry anymore, if we survive the Great War.

THE FIRST BATTLE started one lonely night in Inazuma, right after Y/N and the Traveler had their run-in with the Balladeer. Y/N clutched a letter in her hand, tears flowing freely onto the paper. The letter wasn’t signed with a name, but rather a small drawing of a flower. Despite the lack of signature, she knew. She knew it was from him. How could he do this? First, he leaves without a trace for years. Then, once she had finally come to terms with the situation, he sends a letter describing how he never wants to see her again. All right after he nearly destroyed their home country.

Y/N stood up from her position on the floor, as a newfound determination fueled by rage filled her body. She made their way out of the room, and made her way to the fireplace in the kitchen. The flames were mesmerizing, the motions moving gracefully to the tune of the soft wind outside. Before she knew it, she was thinking of him again. But not the current him, no, but the past between the two of them. She remembered it all, the flowers he would place in her hair, the midnight walks, the tea they shared. But most of all, she remembered how she cried for him. She remembered how she cried for days on end, begging to know if he was okay. In the end, she was left with years of no closure until he returned to Inazuma. But he didn’t return for her. He returned for the Gnosis.

She remembers walking in the streets and catching a glimpse of purple amongst the crowds. She remembers accompanying Aether throughout the journey, shielding him from the Vision Hunt Decree. She remembers walking into that domain only to be met with his cold gaze. She remembers passing out, only to be awoken by Lady Yae, the one who gave his letter to her. And standing here in front of the fire, it felt like she was reliving it all. I can’t do this anymore.

The tears returned, salt streams coating her cheeks. Her hand tightened around the letter as she held it above the fire. Let go, she thought to herself. You can let go. The letter fluttered into the flames, burning at the first touch. Mere seconds later, the letter was gone. But even with that, she just couldn't let go of him. She loved him far too much, which was both a blessing and a curse.

I won’t cry anymore. She told herself. If we are really meant to be, it’ll fall into place on its own. I won’t cry.

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“You want to come with us to Sumeru?” Aether sounded shocked.

“Yes!” Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “I need a change of scenery, and well…you’re very capable. I could learn a lot from you.”

“Are you sure?” Aether questioned. “It’ll be a long journey, and a hard one too.” He looked over at Paimon, who was more than happy to have her join the pair. Paimon gave Aether puppy eyes. “But,” He starts. “If you’re absolutely willing, then we’d love to have you.” He sees Paimon float around in excitement.

Y/N smiled wide. “Oh, Aether, thank you! I promise I won’t hold you down.”

Aether laughs. “We both know you’re a good fighter. Glad to be travel partners, Y/N!”

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Always remember, uh huh, the burning embers.

I vowed not to fight anymore, if we survived the Great War.

THE SECOND BATTLE began when Scaramouche realized who Aether was traveling with. What the hell was she doing here, so far from home? A small part of Scaramouche thought that maybe she had come looking for him, despite his letter. He quickly shaked the thought out of his mind. He never told her where he would be, so there’s almost no way she had any idea that he was here beforehand. Scaramouche had never been one to believe in fate, but a tiny part in the back of his mind hoped that maybe, they were destined to cross paths again. Perhaps that’s why he decided to observe the Traveler. After all, it lets him observe her without getting too close. Despite the letter he wrote to her, he still finds himself wishing to be in her presence again. What on Earth has she done to him?

He snaps out of it when he notices the Traveler walk up to Haypasia. Smirking to himself, he gives him a scare. “So, you think this is over?” He speaks, smirking when he sees the Traveler jolt in surprise. The two go back and forth for a bit, talking about how Scaramouche was soon to be a God. A true God, just like he had always wanted. Nothing could stop him now.

“And what do you think Y/N would say about that?” Aether says.

For just a moment, the facade drops and Scaramouche feels his eyes widen. As quickly as it came, it disappeared just as fast. A scowl makes its way onto his face. “Why would I care about what Y/N thinks? She’s just as weak as the rest of you.” That’s not true. Y/N’s one of the strongest people he’s known, both physically and emotionally.

“Maybe because you used to care about her.” Aether gives him a look. Whether it was anger or pity, he couldn’t tell. “Maybe, you still do.”

“Oh really? And what makes you think that?”

“Lady Yae. She told us everything before we left for Sumeru.”

That damned fox lady.

“Maybe I used to, but that’s all in the past now.” Scaramouche put up the best front he possibly could. “I couldn’t care less what she has to say about any of this. She’ll never understand. She’s too weak.” His eyes, and his resolve, hardened. He can’t allow himself to become weak again. He can’t allow himself to care about her.

The Traveler turned away from him, looking out the windows to see Y/N fighting alongside the others. “I think she still cares about you too, you know. It’s not too late to fix things with her. I think she’d be grateful to see you again.”

Scaramouche clenched his fist, so much so that crescent shapes from his nails dug into his skin. Anger bubbled up inside of him. “Enough!” He yelled, a large crack of thunder reaching everyone’s ears. “A word of advice, Traveler…” He floats above them, still keeping eye contact. “Learn to mind your own business.” The thunder is almost deafening, and the lightning strikes leave no area untouched. Scaramouche disappears from sight.

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Later in the night, Scaramouche finds himself alone with his thoughts. Is it possible that she could still care about him? Even after the treatment he put her through? What could she possibly see in him? He was a Fatui Harbinger for crying out loud. He left her without a trace, tormented her home country. And yet, Aether thinks she cares about him? How stupid have people gotten?

If he went back to her…if she still cared about him…was it worth isolating himself? Would she want to see him practically destroying any humanity he had left? If fate did exist…if the God’s decided to give him a single blessing in the form of her, why was he fighting? Why was he so against her affection, so against letting her see him again. He wanted to see her, but he was so afraid of her betraying him, just like everyone else.

He’d been betrayed three times already, he doesn’t want her to be the fourth. But maybe, just maybe, if fate were to allow them to be together…

Maybe fighting wasn’t worth it at all.

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It turned into something bigger. Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I’d been betrayed…

…That was the night I nearly lost you. I really thought I lost you.

THE FINAL BATTLE started when Nahida, the Traveler, and Y/N finally came face to face with Scaramouche. The sight of him made Y/N sick. This wasn’t the Scaramouche you knew. This wasn’t the Kunikuzushi you loved. Scaramouche’s laugh rang throughout the room in a haunting way. “Oh, Traveler. She cares about me, you say?” Scaramouche’s eyes were so cold. “Yet here she is, to fight against me. Traitor.”

Y/N gripped her sword tighter, looking over at Aether. “Aether, what did you tell him?”

Before Aether even has the chance to respond, Scaramouche cuts him off. “Why, that you cared about me, of course! Did you not hear what I just said?” Scaramouche’s gaze was menacing, staring down at the group with anger evident in his eyes. “But obviously, that’s not true. I’m glad the feelings are mutual, dearest Y/N.” Hurt flashed across Y/N’s eyes, but it disappeared quickly as Scaramouche descended further into this spiral of madness.

The fighting felt endless. Aether’s breathing became heavy, and his arms were so, so tired. Y/N was holding up only slightly better, but she could feel her strength giving out. Scaramouche taunted her. “C’mon Y/N, you can do better than that, can’t you? I expected better from you.” Scaramouche stopped in front of her, all his attention on her. Y/N had an idea pop into her head, and as much as it hurt to execute, it was for the better…right?

Y/N slowly straightened her posture. “Kunikuzushi…” Scaramouche froze in shock at his real name. She said his name like a prayer, and for that moment, time felt like it had stopped. She couldn’t see any of his expressions, but she could tell that he was caught off guard. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, more to herself than to him. “Aether, now!” She yelled out.

Aether rushed, giving the final blow. Scaramouche fell to his knees. For Scaramouche, the world went quiet. Nahida floated up, slowly taking away the Gnosis from his grasp. “No!” He screamed. “Wait, please!” His pleading hurt Y/N’s heart. “Anything but the Gnosis! That’s mine, don’t even try!” She winced at the pain in voice.

“I'll never go back!”

Scaramouche reached out, unable to touch the Gnosis. His eyes found Y/N’s, and whispered her name like a plea. “Y/N…” Scaramouche began to plummet towards the ground.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately dropped her sword, running as fast as she could to try and catch him. She barely made it before he hit the ground, knees scratching against the ground. Scaramouche landed in her arms, unconscious. “No, please no.” She muttered, frantically checking for a pulse. She let out the biggest sigh of relief upon feeling a little heartbeat. It was slow, but it was there. And in that moment, there was nothing else she was more grateful for.

We can plant a memory garden. Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair. There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair.

Days passed, and Scaramouche still had yet to wake up. Every single day was spent with Y/N by his side, only leaving to grab food, use the washroom, or bathe. Other than that, Y/N stayed with him the entire time. At that point, Aether and Paimon were beginning to get worried.

“Y/N?” Paimon called as the pair entered the room. Y/N shot up in her seat, despite being in her sleep deprived state. She waved with as much energy she could muster.

“Oh, hello you two!” She says with faux energy.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Aether asks.

“I’m fine. Did you two need something?”

“Um..” Paimon looked at Aether with a ‘what do I do’ look. “Y/N, don’t you think maybe…you should go home?” Paimon suggested.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’m okay! I’ll stay here in case he wakes up.”

Aether sighed. “Y/N, you need to rest. You’ve been here for days.”

She looks at Scaramouche in his comatose state sadly. “But, I need to stay here. If he wakes up, I need to apologize to him.” Her eyes are sad.

“Y/N-”

“Please.” She cuts him off. “Just let me stay. I’ll eat and sleep after. Just a little longer.”

Paimon and Aether share a look. “Okay.” Aether finally spoke after a period of silence. “Just remember to take care of yourself, okay?” The two left the room.

“Finally, they’re gone.”

Y/N’s head snaps towards the direction of the voice. There he was, slowly sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes. “I hate that Paimon thingy, her voice sounds like squeaks.” Scaramouche complained, crossing his arms. He looked at Y/N, who was wide eyed with her jaw dropped. He scoffed at her. “Are you seriously this shocked to see me awake?” He asked with a teasing tone in his voice.

The tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, and she immediately lurched forward to hug him. He was taken aback by the affection, but he returned it nonetheless. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” She muttered. “I haven’t hugged you like this in so long. I missed you.” Her tears wet his shoulder, but he didn’t mind as much as he thought he would.

“I’m sorry I left so abruptly,” He started. “I was-”

“Shh.” She cut him off. “We’ll talk about it later. Just let me make up for everything we missed out on. I missed you so bad. I know we were apart but…my heart has always been yours.”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened at the blossoming feeling in his chest. Years of being apart, years of being in a constant war of feelings. All of it led to this. All of it led to them being in eachothers arms, here to stay. They wouldn’t have to be separated again.

Always remember, uh huh, we’re burned for better. I vowed I would always be yours, ‘cause we survived the Great War.