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dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth · 14 hours ago

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Ok these are FUCKING AWESOME and I'm gonna do them for Khyrus Morn Dynar (aka Nenalata Dynar), my beloved Ayleid ESO character.

Nenalata bets on crabs and watches INTENTLY with ABSOLUTE FASCINATION unyielding, and he'd probably forget to eat and sleep for like 3 days because he's just so hooked!!!

Nenalata loses his fucking mind after like 2 days, give or take. And the one narrating his life is, of course, Sheogorath. Nen is ready to fucking DESTROY the prince, barge into his realm with Meridia's armies and lay waste to EVERYTHING unless Sheoth takes these damn boots off him!!!

So I think Nenalata would try his hardest to recreate some traditional Ayleid baked goods of a sort, probably not thinking to do the simplest one with few ingredients to minimize damage. Instead he just does one his father always makes him, and he keeps getting things blown up, and he breaks down sobbing and crying hysterically in overwhelmed frustration and he's charred half to death but still, by some miracle, alive.

Tbh Nenalata would totally befriend the skeleton. Necromancy? Eh his ancestors are KNOWN for it. A skeleton that isn't trying to kill him is a plus already, and one who doesn't stop making jokes?! He's got an ally for life, and he welcomes the skeleton on any future adventures without issue!

Hmmmm... I don't know what Nen would do! Probably, he would just order them all to cuddle him and he'd basically have every demon dog-beast thing hugging him at once which Nenalata would LOVE SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!! Of course his husbands would be uneasy with this, but I feel like Emeric would warm up once he sees how kind the hounds are.

The pirates absolutely demand King Emeric as ransom, but Nenalata slyly agrees to. If they are fine with drowning. And then he pulls some Ayleid magic shit and rocks the boat TERRIBLY so that the pirates FEEL like they're gonna capsize but they don't actually, and then the drop the king and flee, and Nen just keeps the magic going on the pirates' ship until they're far enough away that it's safe to stop.

Nenalata definitely takes up a frying pan and a meat/butcher knife. He is actually REALLY successful, to a STAGGERING degree that even Boethia is impressed! She wants to invite him back for another competition, but Nen is so exhausted and frustrated that he threatens to rip the prince in half where she stands if she does that again. And based on the brutality shown, she knows this might actually happen. Ffs he killed Molag Bal AND Mehrunes Dagon!!!

Ok so, Nen is GREAT friends with Hyrmamora. The prince and him go WAY back. So naturally, Mora knows DAMN WELL that this man's poem is going to be absurd and asinine as fuck, and he's right. Nenalata gets on the platform and gives his poem, and it's about a gay pirate who is lured in by a gorgeous siren man. Unbeknownst to the siren, this pirate has achieved apotheosis, and because he's so in love with this siren, the siren who lured him in has no choice but to forever love this doting pirate man and be his husband even though this wasn't what he wanted. At all. It's the folly of immortality.

Hmmm... So I think Nenalata would most likely just use his outright brawn and strength, going against the mudcrab as himself and nothing more. And surprisingly, he wins! It's a struggle, yes, but that man is nothing if not determined as fuck, and brawny. He learned from his father to use strength first and foremost.

Nenalata knows this will inevitably be Sheogorath's field day, so he invites the prince along and they go to fling cheese as Sheoth just goes to the cult members playing into their insane delusions of cheese moons and is SUPER convincing and rallying things until shit get so out of hand that Nenalata just... has to leave. It's too wild for him. And he needs out.

Well first off, Nenalata just says he's glad I made him at all, and thanks me PROFUSELY for giving him the love and family he obtained, from being a Nord named Khyrus Morn, to becoming an Ayleid named Nenalata Dynar, and reuniting with his adoptive father, Laloriaran. Then Nen just apologizes to me because of why I made him with this story at all, and for all the shit I've endured, and he promises me that, as always, he's there waiting patiently to adventure with me again when I need to escape. He's here for me as I've been there for him to bring him across Tamriel. He wants me to know beauty and fun and love all the same.

Uhhhhh... I think Nenalata would try to do some sexy strip tease, showing off his flawless Elven abs and beefy arms, he'd do sexy crushing of tough things like barrels and frying pans with just his brawn, do the dramatic sexy hair flip, etc. Sheogorath is SWOONING and he gets why so many men love this man! Azura is DISGUSTED that this fucking imbecile would even TRY to think sex is a talent! Have you SEEN her?! She would know that sex is just a thing, not a talent, and Nenalata is selling himself short. He should join her side already. And then Mehrunes Dagon is... fucking pissed. He's ready to sabotage the entire performance and boos Nen the second he steps on stage and doesn't stop the entire way. This fucker killed him and now he's trying to be sexy? Fuck no.

Same as 6 as OP said, so yeah, same response lol.

Nenalata uses the spell for when someone REALLY pisses him off. And they don't even need to be making HIM angry, they just need to be like, maybe, talking to someone random like an asshole, and so Nen summons the bees to swarm the asshole and get them away. If someone is breaking the law, Nen summons the bees. If someone pisses him off directly? Bees.

Oh fuck, that scrolls is gonna have A LOT to tell him. But the most bizarre thing it tells him? It would likely be that Nenalata needs to stop delving to ruins to speak with the corpses of his deceased Ayleid kin because they're not going to listen, they hate him because he was born a Nord and became Ayleid, and when the fuck is he going to recognize this?!!??! His father isn't going to be there to fight off the swarms every time and even HE is hated because Laloriaran doesn't believe in Elven supremacy so the ancestors are against both of them as is, and Nen just needs to take a fucking chill pill and give up.

Welcome to TES OC Questions 2: Absurd Scenarios Edition!

(Before I start, I'm so so sorry)

Your OC stumbles upon an underground mudcrab gladiator ring. Do they bet on a crab, join the fight, or try to liberate the crabs?

Your OC finds a pair of high stats enchanted boots that- surprise! - once put on cannot be taken off. They also find out that the boots won’t stop loudly narrating their every step. How long before they lose their mind? (And who voices it?)

Sheogorath challenges your OC to a baking contest where the ingredients randomly explode. What dish does your OC create, and how do they survive the chaos?

A skeleton tries to tell your OC bad jokes during a dungeon crawl. Does your OC laugh, fight them, or join in with their own terrible puns?

Your OC is crowned ruler of all nixhounds. What’s their first royal decree?

A crew of pirate mudcrabs hijacks your OC’s boat. What do they demand as ransom, and how does your OC outwit them?

Boethiah forces your OC to compete in an arena battle where all the weapons are household objects. What does your OC pick, and how absurd is their victory (or failure)?

Hermaeus Mora invites your OC to a sea-themed poetry slam in Apocrypha. What bizarre poem does your OC compose, and how do the seekers react?

A giant mudcrab challenges your OC to a game of tug-of-war over a fish. What unconventional tactics do they use to win?

Your OC encounters a cult that believes Nirn’s moons are made of cheese. How do they respond when asked to join a ritual involving catapulting cheese wheels into the sky?

Your OC brews a potion that temporarily allows them to see the player controlling them. What do they say or do with this sudden revelation?

Your OC must audition for a talent show judged by Sheogorath, Mehrunes Dagon, and Azura. What ridiculous act do they perform, and what are the judges’ reactions?

A crew of pirate mudcrabs hijacks your OC’s boat. What do they demand as ransom, and how does your OC outwit them?

Your OC learns a new shout/spell, but it only summons a swarm of bees. What creative use do they find for it?

Your OC reads an Elder Scroll, and instead of cryptic visions, it starts giving unsolicited life advice. What’s the most bizarre thing it says?

GUYS IM DUMB. 6 AND 13 ARE THE SAME 🫠

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itsnesss · 18 hours ago

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hi! this request has spoilers for cobra kai season 6 part 3 :).

could i please request something with sensei wolf after he loses to jonny in the sensei tiebreaker. like he’s still high on adrenaline and hes annoyed, with some smut? thank you! i hope you enjoyed part 3.

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, explicit content, rude, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public

word count | 2.2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The roar of the crowd still echoes in your ears as you watch Sensei Wolf from the corner of the gym. The loss to Johnny hasn’t just overwhelmed him; it has stayed with him, like a stain he can’t get rid of. You know he’s not used to losing, especially not to Johnny. The adrenaline still running through his body is evident in every movement: the rapid pace of his breathing, his hands slightly trembling, as though he’s still processing what just happened.

His frustration is palpable, and the rage, clearly visible on his face, can’t be hidden. The way his eyes gleam with an almost wild intensity, as if he’s searching for something in the crowd, makes you take an involuntary step back. But you stay there, watching, almost as if you could feel the fury emanating from his body. In this moment, he seems more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him. You know it’s not just about the loss in the tiebreaker. There’s something else, something personal, something that’s burning inside of him.

The place is starting to empty out, but he remains there, motionless, as if he can’t process what just happened. You feel watched, as if it’s inevitable that, sooner or later, he will notice you. And when he does, you can see the slight hesitation in his gaze. A fleeting glance, a blink that makes you think that maybe he’s not as sure of how to handle all of this. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so bewildered. He knows he’s failed, but you also know he’s not willing to admit it.

Walking toward him is an impulse you can’t stop. You know this won’t be easy, and you have no idea what to expect. But still, you do it, your footsteps echoing on the gym floor as you approach, leaving behind the crowd and the charged atmosphere of celebrations and defeats.

When you finally reach his side, he doesn’t move. He looks at you directly, as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re doing there, and for a moment, you wonder if maybe you should have stayed in the shadows. But you know this is what you have to do. It’s not just for him, but for yourself. For the strange magnetism you’ve always felt toward him, for the way the tension between you never disappears, even in moments like this.

“Are you okay?” you ask in a low, almost doubtful voice. The question seems empty, like an attempt to break the ice, but you know the real reason behind your concern is far more complicated. Despite his hardened exterior, something in his gaze tells you that he’s not as fine as he’d like others to believe. He’s not okay, and you know it.

He watches you in silence for what seems like an eternity. The discomfort in the air becomes dense, as if words are no longer enough to encompass what’s going on between you two. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice deep and full of frustration. “No, I’m not okay,” he mutters, his breathing still irregular. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

The words aren’t surprising. You already knew. You knew the loss was eating him up inside. You know him well enough to understand that he doesn’t like to lose, and especially not to Johnny, who, though not a bad fighter, isn’t someone he feels comfortable competing against. But you also know that what really has him so out of control isn’t just the loss. There’s something else. Something much deeper that has affected him, something he’s not willing to face.

You take another step closer, feeling how the space between you shrinks. The tension in the air is palpable, like you’re both charged with static electricity, waiting for something to happen. In his eyes, you see the rage, but also something else, something you can’t identify right away. You’re too close, but you don’t pull away. Not now. You’re too close to the truth to let it go.

“Johnny didn’t play dirty,” you blurt out, perhaps louder than you intended, but it’s how you feel. It’s not just the loss that has him so out of control. There’s something else that’s consuming him, and even though you know it’s not the right time to talk about it, you can’t help it.

Wolf steps closer to you, and for a second, the air seems to grow even thicker. The electricity between you two is almost tangible. You can’t help but look into his eyes, that intense gaze that now seems to scan you completely. The control you’ve always seen in him has vanished, and in its place, there’s a dangerous spark, like he’s looking for something else in you.

“Do you really believe that?” he asks in a lower tone, almost a whisper. The way he says it sends a chill through your body. It’s not just the rage that’s driving him now. There’s something else. Something deeper. Something neither of you, nor he, can hide.

“I don’t care what you think,” you reply, defiantly, though your voice trembles slightly. You’ve gotten so close that you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. But you don’t back down. Not now. You’re too close to the truth to let it slip away. The tension between you two is unbearable, and you know there’s no turning back.

What follows is almost a game. A dangerous game where you both challenge each other without words. Every look, every gesture, every breath becomes more intense. The space between you two becomes minimal. One more step, and you’d be touching. The atmosphere is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist with an unexpected firmness. The physical contact is as abrupt as it is electrifying, and though a slight jolt runs through your body, you don’t pull away. He drags you toward the hallways, almost without saying a word, but you can feel the fury, the frustration, and the need to channel something in his body. There are no words. Just the sound of your hurried steps echoing off the walls of the empty gym.

Once you’re inside the bathroom, he slams the door shut with a loud bang. The sound is strong, like an echo of everything that just happened. The room is dim, and the air seems even heavier. Now, there are no barriers. There’s no space between you two. He watches you with intensity, his eyes fixed on yours as if he’s waiting for something, but you don’t know what. All you feel is the heat radiating from his body, the brush of his breath, the closeness that’s now unbearable.

The air in the bathroom grows even thicker, charged with tension, with something neither of you dares to verbalize. The space between you two is so small that there’s no room for anything else. The distance dissolves, and you can’t help it, you can’t resist the need that’s burning in your chest. Without thinking, your lips meet his in a kiss that’s anything but soft. It’s urgent, needy, as though both of you are searching for an answer in the other, something you couldn’t find anywhere else.

He reacts immediately, one hand firmly on your neck, pulling you closer, as if he feared that if you moved even an inch away, everything he had built up during the fight, the frustration, the rage, would crumble. The intensity of his kiss is fierce, and it surprises you, enveloping you, as if nothing else mattered at that moment. The brush of his body against yours is searing, and for a moment, all you know is that you’ve lost yourself in him, in this contact, in this need that feels like an explosion.

When you finally break apart, both of you breathing heavily, he looks at you intently, his eyes shining with something you’ve never seen before: vulnerability. But there’s also a fierce determination, as though he’s on the edge, caught between his desire and the fear of what this might mean. His voice comes out rough, low, and urgent, as if he needs to say it, as though he can’t keep going without releasing the pressure.

“I need you,” he whispers, barely a murmur, but the words resonate in your chest, making you feel as if the weight of his declaration has fallen on you. It’s not a plea, it’s not a demand. It’s an affirmation, a raw truth that makes it all feel even more real.

What he's doing is confessing his need, something that, you know, isn't easy for him.

You can't respond. The words get stuck in your throat. The situation is so intense that you don't know what to do. All you can feel is the heat of his lips against yours, his breath against your neck, the urgency of his hands as they undress you. Sensei Wolf's body is hard and heavy, his skin hot and sweaty, the contact with your body is scorching. Without thinking, you move closer, yearning for more contact, more heat, more need. And when his lips brush against yours once more, you can't help the sigh that escapes your lips. The need becomes palpable in the air, like an abyss that envelops them and from which you can no longer escape.

What is happening between the two of them is inevitable.

Finally, he undresses you completely, the clothes falling to the floor. His eyes don't leave you, as if they were registering each of your reactions. The vulnerability in his eyes becomes more evident, but the tension in his body does not cease. It's not time to rest yet.

As soon as he looks at you with the most intense gaze you've ever seen, anger, pain, and need intertwining, you know you can't stop what's about to come. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his hips, and carries you to one of the walls, his erection between his legs. The look in his eyes is of such wild intensity that you can barely stand it.

The penetration is hard, rough, without consideration. There is no tenderness, no gentleness. Everything is urgent, necessary, as if he were freeing himself from the pressure that has been crushing him. You bite your lip to avoid screaming, to not break the silence. The wall feels cold against your back, but you can't feel the cold. All your attention is focused on the penetration, on the feeling of his erection inside you, on the way he touches every part of you. The sensation is intense, as if all his frustration had focused on you.

"Yes, Feng...", you whisper, half-dazed, but he barely pays attention to your words. His entire body is focused on the sexual act, on the penetration, as if there were something more behind this, something even he cannot explain. The need in his eyes has not diminished, it is even wilder than before, as if they were in a race against time.

The breathing is strong, gasping, each of their breaths accompanied by a gasp that mixes with your own breaths. His arms envelop you completely, his muscles tense and hard. His entire body is like a block of stone, solid and heavy.

A few moments later, you feel ready to explode, the climax just a few inches away from you. Everything about his body tells you that he is also close. His breathing is even stronger, the muscles tensing even more. It's as if his own climax were inevitable, as if something greater were enveloping him.

"Feng... no...", you gasp, about to reach orgasm.

He keeps moving, not caring about your words. At this moment, he doesn't seem to be in the bathroom of a public place. He doesn't seem defeated, he doesn't seem to feel the anger and frustration he just felt. He is different, someone closer to you, someone who has allowed himself to be vulnerable, someone who has allowed need to take control over him.

Finally, when you reach the climax, their bodies shake at the same time, the orgasm enveloping them. Everything becomes blurry. The only thing you know is the feeling of having him inside you, of feeling the tension of his muscles against yours.

After a few minutes, the moment of intensity passes, and silence is the only sound in the air. There are no words to describe what just happened between the two of you. All there is are the sounds of your ragged breaths, the quickened breathing, and the feeling of Wolf's body against yours, his erection still inside you.

He leans against the wall with a sigh, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. His body feels heavy, as if the tension that had enveloped him for so long had been released, and all that remained was the need for you.

Their eyes meet yours, and for a brief second, you can see a shadow of guilt in them.

"Sorry if I was too harsh," he whispers, the words coming out with a bit of effort. But you know there's no need to apologize. There was never a choice for what had just happened between the two of you.

You don't respond. You can't. All the words have evaporated in your mouth. The only thing you can do is look at him, look at the man in your arms, the man who just moments ago seemed like a bomb about to explode. The change is incredible. At this moment, he is a vulnerable man, a man who has admitted his need, a man who can finally relax.

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lsunstreakerl · 2 days ago

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part four of the maxiel corporate au! 2.4k words, Max POV. still written for the kink prompt, still explicit.

you start to kind of see where the daddy kink might accidentally happen, in this one...

Daniel is tossing his keys in a bowl, pulling his suit jacket off as he walks down the hallway. Max shakes himself out of it and follows, eyes darting across the floors and the walls and the furniture.

Daniel snaps his fingers further down the hallway, and Max jolts, catching up as Daniel hooks a finger in his belt loop again, pushing Max backwards in front of him. His eyes are dark with interest, blatantly lingering on Max's chest.

"You a virgin, babe?"

Max swallows.

"Yes."

He opens his mouth to add 'sir', but Daniel presses a finger to his bottom lip.

"You can call me Danny here, how's that? A little bit more personal."

Max nods.

"Let's try that again, yeah? Are you a virgin?"

Daniel isn't even touching him and Max thinks he might come, legs trembling.

"Yes Danny."

Daniel's grin is back, self satisfied.

"And somehow you've ended up here. Poor Maxy, I bet they didn't cover this in orientation, did they? Do you even know what to do? Or do you need me to walk you through it, just like I walked you through taking a cock down your throat?"

Max feels his ears burn at the reminder. He wants to get it right, wants to do well enough for Daniel to finally let him get off, but- he really doesn't know what he's doing.

Daniel huffs a laugh.

"That's what I thought. Strip, Max. I want your clothes over there on the chair."

Max starts tugging at his buttons, pulling his shirt off and half folding it over the back of the chair. His belt is next, and then his pants and socks, until he's just in his boxers, eyes nervously darting back to Daniel.

Daniel, who was already looking at him.

"All of it."

There's no room for argument, so Max swallows his nerves, slides them down off his legs until he can settle them with the rest of the pile. His erection hasn't flagged- red and angry, and he just wants something done about it.

He fights not to fidget or cover himself when Daniel just keeps looking at him, eyes dragging down the lines of Max's body slowly.

"Cute. Up here, on the bed. I want you on your back."

Max's heart rate picks up, blood rushing in his ears as he timidly makes his way over to the bed, settles in the middle on his back. His legs are together, pulled up slightly to give the illusion of coverage.

Daniel is still fully clothed, white dress shirt partially unbuttoned, but he's rolling his sleeves up to his forearms, casual.

"How many orgasms do I owe you? Four?"

Max feels his eyes widen, can't quite stop the small gasp that escapes him. He can't- can't possibly do four.

Daniel grins.

"Or maybe I should take interest, make it five. We'll see how you handle it."

Max feels his fingers curl in the bedsheets, head spinning.

"Sir- Danny- I can't, not four times-"

Daniel's mouth settles into a frown as he steps closer, wraps his hands around Max's knees, gripping them hard.

"You don't tell me what you can and can't do, Max. I do."

Max hates how his erection still hasn't flagged, the way Daniel's words send a flash of heat through him.

Daniel lightly smacks the meat of his thigh, ignoring the way Max twitches.

"Understand?"

Max frantically nods.

"Yes."

A beat of silence, and then Max remembers, scrambling to try and make up for it-

"Danny- yes Danny, I understand."

Daniel makes a considering noise, starts running his hands along Max's thighs, fingers curling and kneading into his skin.

"I'm going to let that one slide, but it's the last time."

He shoves Max's knees apart, bullies his thighs wide onto the bed, and Max moans, feels his cock jerk against his belly.

"Danny!"

He's trying to squeeze his thighs back together- it's all overwhelming, embarrassing and new.

Daniel hums, looking down at Max below him.

"You need some help here? Extra assistance?"

Max doesn't know what he means, just knows that his face is heating at the way Daniel is inspecting him, fingers gliding over his hips and thighs, ghosting along his cock.

Daniel snorts.

"Who am I kidding, you're going to need it later anyways. Stay put, Maxy. I'll be right back."

He slides off the bed, and Max shudders- it's different, being naked and alone on a huge bed, in an unfamiliar bedroom. The window across the room is equally as large, but they're up high enough that Max can't really see much of the other buildings, just the starry evening sky.

He doesn't even realizes he's closed his legs back together until he hears Daniel tut at him from the doorway.

"I thought so. It's okay, I grabbed you something to help."

Max doesn't understand what he's looking at at first- it just looks like a long metal rod. He's still not following even as Daniel loops a thick leather cuff around his ankle, buckling it in place. The leather is cool against his skin, but it feels heavy on him- foreign and possessive.

It's only when Daniel sets the bar down and reaches for Max's other ankle that he understands, suddenly, what it does.

His cock blurts another string of pre, even as Max is sure he must be bright red, trying not to squirm as Daniel tugs his leg out, pulling them apart. The leather cuff being wrapped around his ankle feels even heavier now.

Daniel leans back up, pleased.

"There we go babe, much easier for you now, yeah? Hard enough for you to keep track of everything else I want from you- I don't mind if we cheat a little here."

Max tests it, tries to pull his legs together, but they're stopped firm. It's completely new to him- this isn't just him keeping his legs apart, he physically can't bring them closer now.

His breathing picks up, thoughts slipping through his brain like smoke. They're harder to catch.

Daniel is watching impassively from the side of the bed, patiently letting Max work himself up over it. His eyes are dark, and Max feels the weight of them all over him.

"Are you going to behave?"

Max forces himself to settle, make his limbs stop twitching. It's hard, because as soon as he starts thinking again he wants to shift and squirm, but-

The solution is to not think. Somehow.

He takes a few steadying breaths, nodding.

Daniel hums, ducking down by the cabinet for a moment, and then he's sitting near Max's hip, dropping down a bottle of lube onto the covers, followed by-

It's Max's report.

Max is thrown for a moment, confusion overwhelming everything else.

"Si- Danny?"

Daniel just settles comfortably, wrapping his fingers around the lube bottle.

"I trust you remember what you wrote in it, Max. It's only been a few hours."

Max swallows.

He'd been a bit of a mess writing it- he's not sure he could possibly remember it now.

He twists his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the first page. Daniel looks mildly amused, but he doesn't offer any kind of assistance.

"Well?"

Max clears his throat, tries to fire up his Work Brain, but it's not happening- he's laid out naked in the bed, ankles forced apart, and he's still hard- it's impossible to think. He tries anyways.

"It was- the last few years, of the merge data for your smaller companies."

Daniel hums, and there's a snap of a cap where Max can't see.

"Keep going."

Max's head spins.

"Well- you have- on the vineyards-"

Daniel presses two fingers between his legs, slides them down right to his entrance, cool and slick. Max tenses, muscles across his body pulled tight.

"Relax. You're gonna want to do yourself some favors here- I'm only going to do so much prep. I except you to handle it in the future."

Daniel pauses, fingers tracing around his rim as one presses slightly into him.

"And don't dunk on my vineyards- I like them."

Max wasn't planning on dunking on them. They're just losing money.

He must frown, because Daniel huffs a laugh, pinches the inside of his thigh.

Max yelps, instinctively trying to close his legs- the only thing it does is make Daniel grin, and then there's-

Daniel has slid a finger inside.

It's weird. Uncomfortable, slightly, but mostly just weird.

"Surely there's more to that report than the vineyards, otherwise I'm going to feel a little offended."

Daniel's voice washes over Max, takes a few seconds for his words to sink in and make sense.

Max struggles, trying to think of what else he'd written, the other things he'd been looking at.

"The, uh, the fermenting people- ah- they are-"

Daniel has slid his finger further in, curling it- the sensation of being stretched is fucking with Max's brain, and he can feel another of Daniel's fingers, right at his rim- surely he can't take another one already.

"What about them?"

Max tries to refocus, but he's too caught up in it all- the smell of Daniel's cologne, his legs being held apart, the finger inside of him- and Daniel doesn't even care, just wants to hear Max's messy report.

"They are- are overcharging you, compared to the others-"

Max cuts off with a low moan as Daniel slips his second finger inside. There's a sting to it- too much, too fast, too unfamiliar.

Daniel stretches his fingers apart inside of Max, and the sting shoots up his spine, makes his eyes water.

"Are they now?"

He keeps moving them-

Max can't think. He's starting to pant, and his erection has no right being as painful as it is- Daniel's fingers in him are uncomfortable at best.

But the way he's treating Max- it's as humiliating as it is hot.

A third finger nudges against his rim, and Max's eyes squeeze shut, head dropping to the side.

"Danny, Danny I can't, too much-"

"What did I say, about what you can and can't do?"

Max can't remember. It's unfair of Daniel to ask him to try, not like this.

The third finger slides in, and Max gasps, hips lifting off the bed as he tries to ease the sting, eliminate the feeling somehow.

"Maxy. I'm looking for an answer, babe."

Max doesn't know how to catalogue the noise that leaves his mouth- high pitched, needy, desperate.

"I don't- Danny I don't know, it-"

Max blinks his watery eyes back open, looking at Daniel.

Daniel would look practically bored if not for the way his eyes are dark with interest, mouth curling at the edge of his lips with the hint of a smile.

"Danny it hurts."

Daniel's eyes flick up to his as he deliberately stretches his fingers apart inside of Max.

Max cries out, hips flexing as Daniel laughs softly.

"It'll feel better in a minute babe, once I get something in you. You'll like it."

Max isn't sure how Daniel can be so confident about that- but then again, Daniel might as well be confidence personified. He's always in charge, always well dressed, hair messy but artfully arranged.

If he says Max is going to like it-

Max is going to like it.

"Besides- you were such a little slut when all I was using was your mouth, so..."

Daniel trails off as his grin turns sharp, and then his fingers stop inside of Max.

"I hope you followed all that, Maxy. I'm not going to prep you again, so if you aren't ready for it, I'll just assume you like the stretch."

Max's head is hazy, but he's frantically trying to follow Daniel's words, the implication of them hitting him like a stone to the head.

Prep- prep Max. What he's doing to Max, with his fingers- he's not going to do it again.

But he's going to fuck Max again.

Max has to do this? To himself?

How is he supposed to know when Daniel wants it?

"Blake said you were smart, but I'm not seeing it. You're cute though, so I'll dumb it down for you."

Daniel leans a bit closer, flexes his fingers wide inside Max again.

"I want you open all the time. Got it? Was that easy enough to get into your little blonde brain?"

Max flushes, heat in his face and neck, all the way down his chest. It's demeaning. Max still isn't sure how he's supposed to achieve that- but Daniel has made himself clear. Gone out of his way, even, to make it clearer for Max.

"Yes Danny."

"Good. You ever cum back to back before?"

Max's breathing picks up, ears burning.

He shakes his head, eyes widening as Daniel flexes his fingers again, holds them that way even as Max starts to shift uncomfortably.

"Not even once? Oh Maxy."

Daniels grinning at him.

"I think..."

He curls his fingers up, brushing against something inside of Max-

"Ah! Danny, Danny-"

Max is squirming on his fingers, needs more. It's electric through his veins, and then Daniel moves his fingers away.

Max whimpers.

"Yeah, I think the first one like that- you can come untouched. You're young enough,"

Daniel lightly runs a finger down Max's weeping cock, ignoring Max's full body flinch.

"-and desperate enough. Although the second one... I'm going to make you come on my cock, how's that sound?"

His fingers are moving inside of Max, dragging against his walls and pushing randomly, toying with him.

"I bet a vibe can get me the last two."

He sounds considering, even though his words are terrifying, and then his free hand is tracing over Max's wrists.

"I'd be more worried about your hands, but-"

He pulls his fingers out of Max, doesn't give him any time to adjust to their sudden absence- and then he's manhandling him, dropping Max onto his front, pulling at his hips so they're up in the air.

Max buries his face in the pillow. He's not-

He feels so exposed like this. He knows Daniel is looking at him.

Daniel is running a thumb across the meat of Max's ass, and then it's gone-

Max shouts, jerking forward into the bed as his eyes water.

Daniel's slap had hurt. The sting is still there, sinking inside of him. Daniel sounds smug when he speaks again.

"I've been wanting to do that since I saw you."

Max is trembling, trying to anticipate if there's going to be another impact. Daniel's fingers circle his rim again, and then he's pushing all three in at once, flexing them apart inside of Max.

It's easier than the first time, but it still hurts, and they're so close to where it had felt good before.

"Gonna be good for me, babe? I don't mind either way- but you might."

Max whimpers into the pillow- he's in over his head.

"Words, Max."

"Yes Danny."

#maxiel corporate au #kink prompt #ficlet

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30somethingautisticteacher · 3 days ago

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Fighting for his TK

Following the breakup, Buck gets support and advice from someone unexpected.

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Buck had never felt so numb after sex before. Objectively, the sex hadn't been bad—it had been pretty amazing if he was being honest. He and Taylor knew each other's bodies well, falling into an easy, practiced rhythm. Still, as his mind caught up to his body, all he felt was an overwhelming emptiness, a hollow ache where satisfaction should have been.

He felt his breathing begin to quicken as he lay next to Taylor's warm body. This wasn't right. None of it was right. He didn't want this. He tried to focus, tried to center himself, but it felt like he was sinking into quicksand, each panicked breath pulling him deeper.

"Buck?" Taylor asked, concern flooding her voice. "Are you ok?"

"It's—it's all wrong." He stammered, his chest tight with rising panic. "I'm not supposed... not supposed to... you're the wrong TK, Taylor."

Taylor began to rub his back gently. It felt nice, even as he longed to have strong biceps wrapped around him instead.

"So who is he?" Taylor asked quietly.

Buck's jaw dropped at the pronoun. "Wait. How did you...?" he trailed off, his voice barely a whisper.

"I've known since the first time we got together," she said with a shrug. "You were not subtle with the way you flirted with and checked out guys, but I figured if you didn't know, it wasn't my place to point it out."

"I was so blind for so many years. It wasn't even denial—I just never even thought it was an option for me," Buck said, his voice thick with realization.

Taylor nodded supportively.

"His name is Tommy and he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I thought he was my endgame, my happily ever after, but after six months he just walked away." Buck's voice cracked. "I asked him to move in with me and he got so, so sad and said I was still figuring myself out, and that he was my first but not my last."

"First of all, you have got to stop with the moving in thing," she began exasperatedly. "And secondly, what happened when you chased after him?"

"I—I didn't," Buck said quietly.

Taylor's expression flooded with concern and confusion. "You didn't? Buck, that's crazy. You always fight for what's important to you. It's one of your most endearing qualities. You never give up."

"I was hurt and confused and so caught off guard. I thought he needed space and would come to his senses and reach out to me. I think my friends and family thought so too because they told me not to call him. I think they thought he would contact me once he worked through some of his baggage," Buck said, his voice tinged with regret.

"I've wanted to call him so much," he continued, staring at the ceiling. "But I tried to push it down. I took up baking as a distraction. Every time I wanted to call him, I baked something, and soon I had enough pastries to open up my own bakery."

"You want to know what I think?" Taylor asked, shifting to face him fully.

Buck nodded.

"No offense, but you and Tommy are both idiots. You broke up because you both desperately wanted a future together, and then you've both been too cowardly to try and fix it," she said, her tone gentle despite the harsh words.

Taylor had a point, regardless of how much the truth stung.

"It's been months now. I don't even know how to reach out to him at this point," Buck said, running a hand through his hair.

"Why complicate it? If everything you've told me about him is true, he wants to fix it too and he's just scared. Go to him and ask to talk, and then sit down and be vulnerable with each other," she said, squeezing his shoulder.

"You really think that will work?" Buck asked, hope creeping into his voice.

"Trust me," she said. "And I bet you'll get some mind-blowing make-up sex out of it."

Buck blushed. "Thanks, Taylor."

"Go now, before you lose your nerve," she said, giving him a gentle push.

"O-Ok," Buck stammered, visibly nervous. "I can do this."

"You can," she said firmly, conviction in her voice. "And keep me posted."

"I will," Buck promised, already heading for the door with renewed determination.

A few hours later, Taylor's phone buzzed. She opened it to find a picture of Buck and a gorgeous man snuggled together in bed, both beaming at the camera.

Buck: The idiots are back together.

Taylor: I'm so happy for you. Now don't screw it up again, Buckley.

Buck: I wouldn't dream of it.

And looking at their faces in the photo, how they seemed to fit together so perfectly, Taylor knew he meant it.

#bucktommy #tevan #kinley #taylor kelly #fix it fic #30sat writes

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changbinsboobs · 5 hours ago

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heyyy boobie can you please do readings about skz’s first love and first time 🫶🏻🫶🏻 loads of love 💕

Hello:) luv you too💗 so i'm gonna do just the hyung line for now cuz the reading turned out to be way longer than i expected but i'm gonna try and do the maknae line soon too.

Also idk why but notice how their readings progressively get longer and longer🥲😂

Skz first love + first time (Hyung Line)

Chan

First love - this is actually really sweet, i think his first love was when he was a child and it was for an "older woman". I'm getting the vibe of a babysitter maybe. Or the daughter of friends of the family, maybe an elder cousin something of that sort. A young woman that has spent time caring for him and giving him attention. She was very wise in his eyes. All-knowing, gentle, feminine, motherly & very beautiful. That's how he saw her.

First time - as for his first time, it was obviously not with his first love😂 but it's actually not a laughing matter - cuz i think he's really unhappy with his first time. I'm seeing regret...not necessarily disappointment but idk it feels like he's stained? But let me explain from the beginning. So i think his first time was with someone that wasn't really interested in him, i'm not really seeing his side here, but what i'm seeing is that they are very incompatible and were most likely fighting all the time. If this was a relationship it was probably very short lived and very toxic. I'm not seeing much about him age-wise but the whole energy of the cards leads me to believe he was in his teenage years...between child and man (thats what i heard).

Lee Know

First love - I'm not really getting much about the person here and i can see very well why. Those two don't know each other. And i mean that literally, this person doesn't know who lee know is. At least back then, maybe even still. I keep going back to the tought that this might be a celebrity? Or even a fictional character? Cuz I'm seeing this happening in his mid teenage years and i think this may have been during his depression phase that stupid ass puberty gives you. He seem to be in a very dark place during this time, being very defensive, seeing the negative rather than the positive, being very overwhelmed. Like half of the cards that are drew (even if not meant for him) show his state of mind back then. And all of this kind of makes me think that this was a very glorified person in his mind. Someone that seemed very graceful, very mature & wise. Strong mentally & physically and just above it all. He seemed to idolize this person from whatever he has seen from them.

First time - So here i'm seeing this person being a peer of his and i'm not really seeing a relationship here...like of any kind. I don't even think those 2 were friends...maybe just acquaintances? And maybe the boomshakalaka happened pretty quickly after their meeting cuz i'm seeing them not really knowing each other. The deed wen't well and i think he's pretty content with his first time and i think he really liked the person, at least sexually. I think they really got him going. As for the other person towards him...eghh idk i got the death card and i'm not really feeling great vibes😅 i think they didn't really like him much in the first place but did it for the plot and then after they didn't like him even more, but i think it may be due to his inexperience and im hearing "a for effort". Also i think this was also in his teenage years tho i think he was younger than chan for sure. For example if chan was 17-18, I'm seeing lee know being 14-15.

Changbin

First love - He also doesn't seem like one that had success with his first live, i'm seeing this being a person that was very work focused, and maybe didn't really pay attention to him cuz they had other priorities. Their relationship may have been either a friendship one or one of mutual support, so i definitely see them having interactions often and seeing the other quite often too. They are/were probably in the same circles or even the same friend group for a while. Also i'm seeing this happening when he was already older and more mature...like 21 maybe...which really surprises me cuz i was soo sure he was one to start with love really early at like 10-14 falling in love, having girlfriends, crushes all the time, and also having his first time pretty early. So definitely his reading is a huge surprise to me, for now he's the latest bloomer. Anyways for his first live, i think this was also someone that really got him going, i'm seeing lots if sexual attraction and desire, i think at some point it was really difficult for him to hold back and i think he did confess and try to get them, but they refused. I think he felt awful after the rejection. (Duh) I think this was the first time he started thinking about the future with a love interest and fantasizing about having a family and growing old together and all that jazz. Also i think his family knew who this person was and i think they knew he liked them and i think they have been consoling him and giving him strength through his (first actual love) rejection.

First time - here i'm seeing his first time being with someone that really fancied him snd was in love with him. He on the other hand wasn't but he found the person cute and lovely/adorable and they were probably younger than him, or at least he saw them that way. Tbh i'm very confused on what the relationship between them was, and not to get too risky but im kind of getting the vibe this might've been a trainee from back then or something of that sort. Cuz i'm seeing their relationship being work related or that they know each other from work - and as we all know the idol stuff is changbins first and only work experience. Also with the star and a few other cards i'm getting the vibe that this person might've idolized him a bit or even giving me a bit of fan vibes? Also i'm seeing him being still a teen, but in the late stage of it. More like young adult, like a bit older than chan. I would say 18-19 maybe. Anyways, as for the shabang - i'm seeing it wennt pretty well actually and i think it spiked his interest in sex and he may have thought about it or fantasized about it quite a lot after. I'm also seeing this could mean that he also started fantasizing about other people too, now that he actually knows how it all feels and how it goes etc. His feelings about the experience seem pretty mature - like he aknowledges its his first time and it maybe wasn't the best, and that his next few times might not be the best either but experience builds confidence and makes the master so he knows and feels confident that future times would go great and fulfill his needs and expectations. The other person's feelings i can't really pick up on that well, but i think in the long run they have used him as comparison or if they have already had sex before, they compared him to other people they have been with and both judged him for shortcomings but also appreciated him for what he was good at.

Hyunjin

First love - Ok so for his first love i got the queen of swords. It's someone introverted and cold, closed of - its a very ice queen energy. He on the other hand was very eager towards this person and has probably pursued them for some time, openly showing his live and affection for them until they said yes. Cuz i'm actually seeing him succeeding in getting them into a relationship. I think they went on for quite a while and did have a pretty good relationship. Also im kinda getting the feeling that his first time might be with this person too. Also idk about his age back then but he seems to be more mature so i would say 20-21.

First time - Ok this energy is very weird...? I don't even know where to begin with. So what i know for sure is that hyunjin initiated the sex. And that he was very eager and maybe even a bit pushy? I'm seeing him also being really impulsive and doing it on a whim. I'm also seeing him really regretting it. Idk if what i got in the cards is his feeling about his first time back than, or his feeling now, but he says his first time was shit, it was horrible and when i asked individually (the person and him) he also said it was horrible and he really regrets it and the whole thing has just left a very bad, bitter taste in him. At first i thought it was just bad cuz of no chemistry, but then the more cards i pulled & the more i looked into it i think there's much more than bad sex there. In fact i don't even think the sex was bad, cuz from the other person's pov it was good, and idk what kind of weird message that is but im getting something of the sort "one would normally pay money for that". Anyways - as i said the messages here are very scattered and don't reslly answer the questions i asked clearly, but are just message son their own and i have to piece the story together - regardless of what i asked. And if i habe to make a wild guess, i think he may have cheated on his partner, or the person he slept with may have cheated on his partner, ir maybe he slept with someone that a friend of him liked - something if that sort. I'm seeing there being something like a love triangle, possibly a messy friend circle situation, regret, impulsiveness, again very very strong regret, like i think he sat in a corner after that for a few days/nights and just wallowed in his own pity or something (we all know how dramatic he is) and also something i find interesting is that the other person doesn't really seem that affected by the drama - i'm just seeing them eventually getting on bad terms with him cuz of his reaction and behaviour afterwards. Like how he dealt with the situation. Im also seeing him being very confused snd not really knowing what to do, how to act, and basicly not really being sure if anything - probably also being swayed/persuaded easily, or manipulated easily. Overall this situation seems very, VERY messy. And tbh i don't even think he was all that young when it happened and im actually a bit surprised - considering the immature nature/energy of the reading here - but i would say he was in the 17-19 age range. I think this was both a bit of a trauma for him but also a learning and character building experience that overall turned out for the better in the long run cuz now he's more cautious (even if sometimes overly so) and doesn't act so impulsively on his feelings & urges.

#asks #skz #stray kids #kpop #tarot reading #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hyunjin #kpop tarot #skz headcanons #skz tarot #stray kids tarot #skz reactions #skz imagines

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dragonsoulage · 18 hours ago

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„I steal you, if I have to…“

feat. Suguru Geto

What happens when he decides to steal the girl he adores so much away from the rest from the world. When he decides to be selfish this time, when he decides to have you on his side. He cares and he loves more than you ever thought. You were the one thing he couldn’t leave behind. He would let the world burn for you.

Hello world, this time I couldn’t help myself and write something more angsty about my precious husband. You don’t know how less control I have when it comes to Geto, my sweet babygurl 🤣✨🤌🏻 for real I love him 💖 but well I always have the feeling usually people like to read more like smūt about the JJK men, and that’s fine I mean I like smūt too. But I just wanted to write something different, like his depressed state and his understanding when you would suffer too in his eyes. In this story you are a sorcerer too, your cursed technique is based on manipulating emotions and sensing them what means you could sense his depression💀. Anyway have fun. 🥰🥰

Wordcount: 4,7k

Warnings: angst, depression, mental health, sad, emotional support, still a little fluffy

"You can't take me away, Sugu." you said, you were trapped in your own dorm. Although, you felt anything but trapped.

The now special grade curse user stepping closer, you did not flinch away, why should you?

It was still Sugu, right?

Sugu, how you called him. How he liked to hear this nickname from your lips.

A large hand to lay against your cheek, you felt so fragile, as if you would break every moment.

You heard what happened, you heard how he decided.

He was officially an enemy.

Officially...

But not you, although you were too soft, too good and kind for the things he had planned.

A light among all the darkness.

He knew it was selfish, he knew it was probably not right.

But he already went to extremes, what would be another one than?

"Why can't I? Because it's not right? Not what you want?" his voice was soft, like from an angel, like you always remembered it.

"I can't...do these things you do. I can't..." you stuttered, and he could see these big fat tears in your eyes, one dropped out of them. Making them so shiny and sad.

He had a scowl on his face, disliking seeing you in a state like this, although he knew he was the reason for it.

"You don't need to do anything, you are not ready to do. I would never force you to use your powers... I just want you to be with me. The one last thing I can't separate from."

he explained, purple eyes met yours with an intensity, pulling you closer so he could lean down to you, his forehead against yours.

Watching closely how overwhelmed you were...

But how did it come that you found yourself in this position?

It was the time after the events with Riko Ammanai, weeks after the gruesome mission.

In weeks, his state went to be bad.

Depression settling in, into Geto. Making him lose weight, making him look dull.

And yet not everyone noticed.

Not that he wanted anyone to notice.

At least of all Gojo, not wanting to be a further burden. He had to live with it, right?

But, well, he didn't know someone like you would step into his life. You were part of the Jujutsu High too, although you two never really had anything to do together.

He just knew your name, literally nothing else.

But you, you weren't a special grade sorcerer, but you were special indeed, in another way.

A cursed technique that was hard to explain, and on the first look didn't seem too useful.

You could sense feelings, you could literally see an aura around persons, you could see how they were doing.

But not just that, you could manipulate feelings, give an illusion of serenity, although death was right next door.

Could make someone feel so anxious about their own shadow, they think they might die.

It was rarely used, simply because it overwhelmed your own mind, your own body.

After missions, when you used a lot of your cursed energy you were feeling overstimulated to every noise and touch, it was like...walking inside shards just with your brain.

Geto didn't know you had these abilities, it was rarely used, after all.

But now, for the next countless weeks, you passed him on the hallway in the dorm. You were used to seeing people's feeling, sensing their emotions.

So you tried to overlook the fact when you saw people who were depressed, you could not make everyone feel not bad right?

It was after all not your task to make everyone feeling not depressed, besides that your illusions were temporary.

But every time you saw Geto, the aura grew darker and darker, every time you passed him, he gave a small nod as greeting, his eyes more empty than ever.

Every time you walked by, you saw how the darkness surrounded him, and it made you more than worried.

You started simple...not wanting to confront him.

Not feeling in the position to tell him you knew he suffered.

Because who wants to know that?

Every person who is depressed knows this, but you don't want to hear it. Not when you tried too hard to hold it together.

When you passed him again, you just touched his shoulder.

"Have a good day." you cheered, trying to flash a small smile, and while you touched his shoulder...

You let some of your energy flow into him, not that much, and not really manipulating his feeling, but just so much he felt an ounce lighter.

And this went on for some time, sometimes you dropped something with full purpose so he would help you to pick it up, brushing against his fingers and arm, to do it all over again.

So every time he saw you in the hallway, he felt...better.

Sometimes too good for his own thoughts.

Geto wasn't naive, because the feeling a little lighter suddenly out of nowhere...every time he saw you when you walked by, this couldn't be a coincidence?

When you passed him, he could see the concern in your eyes, but he never really thought much about it, not that he ever thought it would be because of him.

He decided after some training to ask Gojo about you, not that the white haired lanky sorcerer would have any clue, but who knows?

"Do you know (Y/N)? Like anything about her?" Geto the asked him while sliding Gojo over a sweet treat he took from the vending machine before training started for him.

"What? You gonna cheat on me with her?" Gojo chuckled, leaning back and stretching his long legs out.

Geto gave him a look, but well he was used to that with him, he was just not in the mood to make a sarcastic remark.

"I would cheat on you with Nanami and this is a thing." he repeated, seems like he still couldn't stop making sarcastic remarks.

"But to your question, I know her name, she is in second year...another class. Not heard much of her." Gojo then answered like it would be not an important thing.

"Why you want to know? Got a hallway crush?" he laughed, raising his snowy eyebrows.

"Was just interested in, she has a...how do I explain...something on her that I don't understand. But well, I don't know her, so I just thought maybe I find out." Suguru spoke with a heavy sigh, what was the weird reason that he felt lighter when you passed him?

Was this really just his imagination, that your pretty smile was making things better for a moment?

The time went on, and you decided to pull on the next stage, you were known to be shy, but when you passed him he didn't find a clue of it at all.

Little did he know you could overcome your insecurities when something was important to you.

So you didn't care about being shy when you saw in what a deep hole he sat.

When you now passed him, you stopped him then, talking to him, asking him little stupid questions where Yaga might be or if he knows a good place for learning in peace. Building such intense eye contact.

But when he met you, he observed you more clearly. Trying to figure it out, breaking his head over that weird fact.

He noticed your body language, when you talked with others, you were physically distanced, always sweet and nice but not so...touchy, how he tried to put it.

You placed a hand on his arm, sometimes when you showed him something on your phone your arm brushed his, standing so close he got a whiff of your perfume.

The way you looked him so soft in the eyes.

Besides his depression, he would have tried to pull you after seeing these pretty eyes all so focused on him.

But probably it would have never come to this when he wouldn't sit in the shithole of being depressed.

It was clear to him, something about you was different.

Geto decided to find out why, and instead of asking a bunch of people he did not even want to talk to, he decided to sneak into Yagas office.

Of course, it would be weird when he would ask Yaga himself, besides that why should he want to explain he wanted to know why you made him feel "lighter" in his heart.

As if he ever would want to explain someone, he felt like everything he did for the human world was pointless.

When he sunk inside, he went to the filing cabinet, and searched for your name. There you was.

"Ah, there you are, pretty." he mumbled and took a look inside.

What he found, well he was surprised.

"Manipulating emotions and feelings..." he read to himself, indeed interesting, although the part where your cursed technique is tried to be explained was confusing even for him.

But he understood the fact...you drained yourself when you manipulated emotions, or created illusions.

When you tried to make someone feel better, you needed to replace the pain, what meant you needed to take over the feeling your counterpart felt.

What means, your training wasn't just about physical abilities, it was an endurance training to endure pain in all the forms. What led to the fact that you ended up to be an overstimulated mess, what made you feel so absolutely crazy.

It was hard, you felt pain that not even were yours, and you needed to do it for missions in an amount....that was too big to comprehend.

"That is far from fair..." he said to himself, far too unfair for the reason, that humans did not even appreciate the effort you had put in to save them.

He understood it, after all he swallowed curses, absorbed negative emotions from them.

But there kicked the realization in, the reason he felt better when he saw you, was because you used a little of your cursed technique.

He just couldn't explain himself why.

He stood there with the file in his hands, in the empty office, placed an invisible curse outside so it would tell him when Yaga would be coming back.

"Seems like I need to ask her myself." he mumbled before putting the file back in the cabinet.

So, not many days after that, he particularly looked out for you. Usually Geto went with Gojo and Shoko somewhere to eat something after school, at least when he could make himself get up for that. But not today, claiming to be too tired.

He was tired, but he was more curious about what you would need to say when the big ass, handsome sorcerer would walk up to you and ask you why you saw the need to use your abilities on him.

And there, he found you outside, alone, although you seemed a little too happy because you just got yourself some snacks. Wanting to sit in the sun to bit into one of the sesame balls you bought yourself.

Holding the golden treasure in your both hands to take a bite, there joined you.

Quietly like a cat just sitting next to you.

You stopped your very motion, when you noticed the shadow next to you.

Turning your pretty face around to see it is Suguru, maybe your plan worked, you thought.

Maybe the subtle comfort you tried to give him worked?

Building a base, so he walked by to say hello?

"Suguru, how can-" you started to speak, already reaching out a warm hand to lay on his shoulder, but he stopped you.

He looked you serious in the eyes, some of his raven hair fell into his face as he caught your wrist gently in his large palm.

Then he saw the flash of irritation on your face, how your eyes darted to see how he caught your wrist.

"I know what you do, I read your file." he spoke without even hesitating, or sugar-coating a nice small talk before, he went straight to the topic.

This made your pretty eyes widen, the fact he found out.

Of course, he could find it out, it would have been enough when he had asked one of your friends.

But since Geto didn't feel like talking to every one and everything, you never considered he would do, but he went straight to read your very file.

"You read my file? Why did you do so?" you questioned, but your voice remained steady, as he slowly let go of your wrist.

You lowered your both hands, still your sesame ball in your them.

You seemed nearly sad that he found out, but you tried to act composed.

"Well, after asking myself when I feel a little better after I passed you, I grew suspicious. Why the hell should my heart feel lighter out of nowhere. After some observing, it was clear it had something to do with you. And it was not just the nice smile you gave me." Geto let you know, calling you a little out. But his voice didn't give away of anger or anything that would make it uncomfortable.

He just wanted to know why you did it, why you saw the need to do this for him, although you knew him just so little.

"When you read my file, you know I see an aura around persons. I can sense the feelings of someone, no matter if I want to or not, but I see it." you answered, lowered your head before you put the sesame ball away, afraid he might dislike what you did.

You always had been someone sensitive, caring about what people thought of you. Caring about every move you made, if it was fine. Thinking too much, and probably far too deep with your heart.

A sweet trait, that usually often were abused by people who saw how soft you were.

"And there is the point... I know you do, but you also see it by others. You don't give others the treatment you give me. You don't know me, not for real, and yet you do it." he explained to you, clearly pushing you to spill the beans.

You sighted before you lifted your head, you did it for him because you rarely even saw someone with such a dark intensity of depression than him. Likewise, you couldn't just do nothing, not when you actually could make a difference for someone, even when you didn't know him at all.

Then you looked over to the streets, before you pointed to a woman.

"See the woman there? She suffers under the same thoughts as you, the same feelings. But the aura she has, is dark... People who are sad or dealing with a lot, they share the same dark aura. But there are still differences." you started to explain to him, both of you watching how the woman continued her way.

"Every color has a spectrum, hasn't it? Even when black, is black...the intensity of black can be different. And when I saw you dark your aura became, how black and pulsating it was... I can't just do nothing. Alone the thought how....how you need to feel." the way you said it to him, it was heartbreaking, the deep breath you needed to take, the way you worried about him.

Someone worried about him, someone he didn't know worried, saw it, and acted.

He wanted to avoid it so much, that someone would catch a glimpse of his state.

He hid it well sometimes, but he couldn't hide from someone like you.

The imagination, you knew how he felt, because this had been your life.

Training your endurance to understand and to hold pain as an emotional state.

He took a moment to reply, sharp eyes met yours.

With an intensity, it made your heart stop.

"So you decided this by your own, because you know how I feel?" he asked again, just to confirm this for himself.

How you two sat on this bench, the streets in the background, rustling of the wind from the trees.

You nodded, to him, you were shy. Suddenly so shy, when he found out and confronted you, but you didn't decline what you have done.

It was nothing bad, right?

"I can't heal you, but I can help, so you can heal yourself." your voice dropped to a whisper.

You had quiet the point, no one could heal him, this is a task he needed to do himself.

But you...you could help him.

There was just the question, if he wanted you to do that.

Another one who would drain themselves, for what use?

It was not that he thought he was not worth it. But it was the thought you would still need to do missions.

Missions where you needed to save these pathetic humans, humans who maybe wouldn't even appreciate what you did, how you suffered from the use of your cursed technique.

"You know, it took a while, a long while, after I read your file to understand your cursed technique and how it worked. You drain yourself when you use it." he stated as if it was a fact, it was one.

"It is completely fine when I do it in a range I can, like when you passed me by. Please don't...don't forbid me to use it on you." you replied faster than you wanted, before you took his one hand.

You were a cute one, afraid that he would push you away, because for you somehow you build a connection, two souls sharing pain can be quite connecting.

Geto, looked down to your smaller hand, it was not like your fingers would be intervened, but you wanted to show support, this was not your technique, this was your being.

Someone who was truly good, someone who truly cared.

Someone who can't look away.

"I can't deny that I feel better, but it don't make the problem go away, right?" his voice stained with the testament of his current mental state.

The problem that he had, wasn't just the trying to live with the shocking events of the mission with Riko...It wasn't just the loss or the experience, that he thought he lost his best friend.

No...the root of the problem was deeper, so much deeper.

"No, it won't disappear, but I can help you to make it smaller, every day. And I don't just mean to use my ability. I can be here, when you let me. I know we don't know much of each other for now, but I for me, I know enough that it makes me want to do something. I can listen, I can distract, and sometimes I can even go away when you want. But otherwise it would make my heart ache, when I just let you suffer alone, Suguru." you admitted, for someone smaller than him, you had a so much bigger heart.

It made him having a soft clench in his heart, something that tugged on it, sharp eyes softened slightly, he didn't have to pull away from your hand, he let his rest in yours. Looking down on your both hands.

"Doesn't seem like I can get rid of you, maybe I don't even want to, when you seem to already know about me, my state." Suguru answered, how should he decline someone like you? When you already knew how he felt, maybe you didn't know the problem, but what mattered that you couldn't let him down.

It was oddly comforting to know that even a kinda like stranger, just a fellow student cared, that someone saw him. That someone saw behind that exterior that he put up, even for Gojo.

After this conversation, things went different.

You two were friends, although it was a different friendship as he had to Gojo or Shoko.

At first, it was weird, that he wouldn't need to flash this charming smile, that he won't need to get up to do anything.

You two chatted casually, sometimes deeper, sometimes you just hugged him.

Just laying your arms around his bulking shoulders, and holding this big man with your smaller frame.

How your delicate fingers stroking over his back.

You always brought something to eat, for him, indeed eating with him, in his dorm.

Smiling at him.

And there were thoughts, thoughts that your smile probably brought him the most joy currently.

The way your eyes truly lit up when you saw him.

It never felt like you just would be there because of his depression, that you really want to get to know him, that you wanted to be part of the life from Suguru Geto.

Although it was not like he wanted that, you used your cursed technique on him. But on some days...you did it without even asking.

Like the one time when you just decided to jump over your shadow of insecurity, and joined him in his bed.

Settling behind him, being the big spoon and while you did, letting some energy flow into him.

Making him feel loved and content.

Holding him, telling him he can let loose and that it was ok, that he don't need to pretend.

That you knew how strong he was, how much he was holding up.

How much he tried, and how good he was.

One of the fewer persons, telling him, that he was good.

Fingers tangling in his black, inky hair, caressing the strands. Making him shiver, and yet making him feel better, with the sad knowledge that it would be a long way....

He grew so accustomed to you, that it was no longer just friendship for him, there was another feeling. A feeling that he wanted you close....

But what then happened, it had been one of the factors why he decided to turn against humanity.

It was a night where you didn't come by. A whole day he didn't see you around.

You were on a mission, together with Utahime.

Oh, how did you suffer...

How much you drained yourself, to save the people in that area.

When you and Utahime came back, he saw it for the very first time.

The screams that teared from your throat when Yaga came out of the building, because Utahime called for him. You had collapsed on the ground of pure exhaustion, as she tried to catch you.

But as soon as someone touched you, it was too much for your senses.

It ripped his heart in two, to watch it from the window he was standing.

Aware no one could help you in this state, not with his knowledge he had.

What would you need to endure, to be now a mess on the ground crying and feeling so overstimulated like every little noise and touch was a shard right into your very pure soul.

Someone like you suffered, because of these people....

Of people like the ones you saved, taking so much in...

How could these monkeys do this to you?

Making your beautiful face cry? Staining it with tears? Making you tremble, and your eyes dart around in sheer panic like a deer that was cornered and dragged against a wall, who waited for the last shot.

It had been one of the moments, Geto couldn't just hope it would be all get in place and be better.

Non sorcerer were the reason you felt like this, the jujutsu society was the reason you did it.

And everything changed when he had this conversation with Yuki...

This was the turning point, the very reason he decided saving non sorcerer weren't for the better.

They were the real curse, people like him and others suffered.

That you suffered, that his best friend suffered, that Riko had to die.

And this is now the reason, he stood in your dorm.

He already told Gojo, what way he would take, that a world without non sorcerer were the only chance in his point of view.

The reason, his best friend wouldn't need to be always the strongest, the reason you would never need to experience this sheer overstimulation of pain and senses again.

The reason he would never need to swallow curses again.

So here you stood now, with him in your dorm, he literally just told you he takes you with him, no matter what.

You saw the determination in his gaze, it was a bloody path, a path he would walk for you.

"What you suggest is that you take me with you and we both be criminals?" you asked him, it was hard what you heard now.

Suguru knew you were too soft for this life, too precious in his eyes. You had a truly big heart, wore it on your sleeve.

His thumb stroking over your cheekbone, he was so tender with you.

Realizing what he found in you.

"No, you won't be a criminal. You don't have to commit anything. I know you can't do what I do, because you are so...lovely." he started, his words were spoken as if he would just coo in your ear and tell you everything would be alright. How you always did it with him.

"You are too delicate, you never have to use your cursed technique again...because I will make it alright. And I just can't let you go, I know it's selfish, selfish that I don't let you chose, and I am truly sorry for that." he continued before his fingers grabbed your chin, but his grip was not hard, but he forced you to look in his eyes.

"Sugu... You know I like you...that I want to be with you but, how do you think it works when you continue to go this path? I can't watch that." you spoke to him, on the edge of tears, how the threatened to spill out. How you loved this man, how you just had hoped to truly help him, and now things turned out so different.

"I do what needs to be done, create a world where you never will have to take the pain of others, and they wouldn't even thank you. How they would never bat an eye that you willingly took over their feelings. And then...we can be happy. You know we can, and I will do everything for this." he revealed his plan, to you, pulling your face just a little closer.

"I steal you, if I have to... I would let the world burn for you, you are too good for. Maybe even too good for me. But I love you, (Y/N). And I can't leave you here, not you." his words honest before you felt how his lips laid just so feather lightly against yours, afraid as if breaking you.

You were too shocked of the events, you heard what he's done, how he wiped out that one village.

So Suguru was now the villain that would steal the precious princess away from the world that so desperately tried to tear her apart.

While you tried to hold him together with all you could.

You felt like you would have been failing, although you never failed him, he just saw the problem out of a different angle than you.

Although he hated the fact he was the reason you cried, the reason for your distress.

But when it was about you, he needed to be selfish, he needed to take you with him, for himself. He wanted to create the best for you and everyone he cared about, even when the methods were wrong in everyone else eyes, even when it means he needed to do something that troubled your fragile soul, but he would catch you, like you caught him.

This man loved you, told you he loved you, and that he would burn the world if that would mean you were safe, that you were all his and that he finally could have this peace inside him to be truly happy with you...

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mostly-shadows · 2 days ago

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Spiraling? Feeling overwhelmed by the current state of the world?

Saaaaaaaaaaame, my people. Nothing like having a mental breakdown in your bathtub at 1am on a random Wednesday to make you question your life and every choice you've ever made. I'm disgusted by what's happening, angry that it's being allowed to happen at all, and terrified of what that means for me and my community. I am not the sort of the person that can take to the streets and confrontation gives me terrible anxiety. Still, I am tired of feeling powerless.

I want my little corner of the internet to be a cozy safe space so I don't want to spread the latest doomsday news, but there are other forms of protest that everyone can do. I think I'd like to start highlighting famous queer people in history, to prove that we have always existed and will always continue to exist. Review and recommend media that either has queer representation or is made by a queer person. And lastly, start shouting out small things we can do for charities that might be hurting or forgotten with everything else going on. That said, I don't really know if I should set up a schedule or designated days for doing all of these things. Please let me know if you have any recommendations!

#lgbtqia #lgbtq #queer #lgbt #trans #transgender #bisexual #lesbian #gay #gay community #lesbian community #pansexual #non binary #nonbinary #genderqueer #genderfluid #bigender #multigender #outreach

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fromchaostocosmos · 3 days ago

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I kept holding onto that last bit of hope saying Israel hadn't yet confirmed it.

But that is gone.

I've undergone a lot long term trauma that started really young and that is something that doesn't goes away. It is always there and more is about how manageable it is each day.

For me I've had to think a lot about life, people, what makes a person a bad person and what them good, and choices.

And I think that it about our choices. Do we choose the kind, empathetic, understanding, compassionate choice when we are aware that that choice is in front of us.

Because at the end of the day we all got shit and that shit doesn't excuse anyone choosing cruelty, choosing violence for violence's sake, choosing to hurt others purposefully.

So that is how I try to live my life by choosing compassion, kindness, understanding, honesty, and empathy whenever possible.

With that said I will not pretend that this past year hasn't made that really hard at times. Because that would a lie.

And Trump winning added to that because we have the left the go to blaming it on the Jews with the added addition of appropriating the Shoah and I say the Shoah and not the Holocaust because that is what is happening.

They are taking from Jewish trauma specifically and Jewish deaths and what happened to us specifically all while erasing, no rather eradicating why any of happened in the first place.

Then on the right you have the further propagation of antisemitic conspiracies and Jewish bogeymen though now often without even trying to hide behind coded terms and language. While at the same pretending to give a single fuck about antisemitism so as to give cover for the fact they are not even pretending anymore about who they are talking about with the (((Them))) (((They))) (((Cabal))) (((Elites))) etc.

And both sides are doing their best to kick Jews out of well everywhere. Thus ensuring we are far more vulnerable and left with no allies.

Then there is this news. This utterly heartbreaking, heart wrenching, honestly no words for how devastating this is, news.

These children, no these babies spent their overwhelming majority of their lives as hostages and in horrific conditions. I am sure their mother did everything she could to surround them with love, to keep them from feeling afraid, to give them some tiny semblance of normalcy.

I am sure she did whatever she could in the conditions they were in.

But she never should have had to. Her babies should have been under the sun. They should have walked, learned to run, talked, and played with their friends. They should be alive right now.

That mother should be alive right now.

That family should be alive and in few months time getting ready for Purim.

That family should have had the option to decide if they want to do a family costume. They should be making hamantaschen in few months.

But that won't be the case. Instead a husband and a father will have buried his wife and babies.

So I find myself a bit broken by this. I find myself burnt out. Oh I am angry, but that rage it banks down and when it does I am tired.

I am the tired that only Am Yisreal knows. It is the exhaustion that lasts over millennia. It is the exhaustion of repeated cycles not because you don't learn your lesson, but because everyone around refuses to learn anything at all.

So yes Am Yisrael Chai. But we are weary, we heartbroken, we wish to grieve in peace and yet not even not small kindness have we allowed.

With each cycle we come out more jagged in certain ways, more distrustful I think. Each cycle breaks differently.

And I think it might be time to embrace that. To say that it is okay that we have these parts of us. Why they exist is not okay and that is not on us. It is okay that they exist.

To have compassion towards ourselves for a bit. To focus inward for a time because right now no really is looking out for us. So I think for a bit we just need to focus on us.

While I won't hold my breathe who knows maybe this time the world around will learn something for once.

May their memories be for blessing.

ברוך דיין האמת Baruch Dayan HaEmet

i feel sick.

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nyxofdemons · 1 year ago

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THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????

#'i don't know why you waste your time on me' 'baby; all i got is time!' OH MY *GOD*#WHY IS THAT THE MOST ROMANTIC THING THATS EVER HAPPENED #im screaming and crying knowing no one else will ever have what they do #like i am so serious ive never REALLY cried at this show before but this song got me so bad #theyre so fucking cute. im going to lay on the floor and be overwhelmed by yearning #mine #fave #<- yes im tagging my own posts w this #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #fizzarolli #asmodeus #fizzmodeus #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzarolli helluva boss #asmodeus helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #e: mammon's magnificent musical mid-season special

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kettlefire · 3 months ago

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A Panic in Time (DP x DC)

This is all thanks to the awesome @tkiesai for basically being the foundation of this idea! This is probably going to be long, and probably won't delve that deep into my ideas about this idea. Largely so it's not insanely long. But here I go!

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Bruce's head felt like it had been shoved through a straw and spit out on the other side. The throbbing was annoying, but it wasn't anything the man couldn't handle.

His mind was muddled, memories of what happened prior to him awaking was blurry and unsure. Bruce knew it wasn't something good.

He vaguely remembered a league meeting, a threat, something looming. It wasn't world ending, or at least that's what Bruce remembered. It should have been something they could handle.

But now, here was Bruce. Waking up in the grass of some random park. He was dressed in casual attire, something he'd wear in public as Bruce. Although last he remembered he was in the Batsuit.

The sun felt too bright in the sky. The sound of families filled the air and children's laughter. No one seemed to blink twice at Bruce as he pulled himself together.

It took a moment to steel himself, to gain composer again. It took a few sweet lines, and a charming smile for a nice mother to slide him a few painkillers. The lies rolling off his tongue like second nature.

To his luck there was a newspaper at the top of the trashcan. He was in some town called Amity Park, and the year... the year was the problem.

It was 1996. Whatever had happened had sent Bruce back in time. There was a few suspects Bruce can think were the cause of this. But something in his gut kept drawing his train of thought to the Flash.

It seemed like each time the League had any time related problems, Barry was in the center of it. Which also leaves Bruce with the question if he was the only one sent back in time.

God, he could only imagine the nightmare if the others were sent back in time. Yes, they can be professional. They understand the risk of changing things in the past.

But Bruce also understands that his team can be less than... intelligent at times.

Despite that, Bruce needed to find a way to get back to Gotham. He might not know for sure where everyone was right now, but he knew Alfred was the safest bet.

A plan laid out in Bruce's mind, a list of people he knew wouldn't be a risk to approach. He just needed to find a way to get to them. He had barely made it to the gates of the park before a shrill cry pierced the air.

There was just one loud outcry, before it quieted down. Bruce glance around the space, spotting a young boy curled on the ground. Tears streamed down the boy's chubby cheeks.

And no one even moved to the boy's aid. Not a single mother spared more than one glance in the kid's directions. No parents came rushing over to the boy's side.

Bruce almost walked away, he really did. This wasn't his time, anything he does can cause immense damage to the timeline. But when Bruce caught sight of blood bubbling from a scrape on the boy's knee, Bruce couldn't ignore him.

Maybe it's just the father in him, but Bruce barely even notices when he's crossing the small distance. His mind zeroing in on a hurt child that needed help. Kneeling before the small boy with a gentle smile, and pulling his handkerchief free from his pocket.

"You're alright there, buddy. It looks like you took a bit of a tumble there." Bruce slipped into the same tone he used to use when his kids were young. Gentle and understanding, as he pressed the handkerchief to the small scrape.

The boy sniffled, tears slipping from his eyes. Bruce was more focused on the way the kid was looking at him. Like he couldn't fathom someone coming to his aid.

That look had Bruce's heart breaking slightly. He's seen a similar look before. The few times he's come to the aid of a hurt child that wasn't used to getting help.

Something no child should ever feel or experience.

"Where's your parents, kiddo?" Bruce asked after a moment of silence from the boy. He had waited until the kid's breathing settled down when the boy's chest stopped pumping so quickly.

Except his question only seemed to bring a new wave of tears to the boy's eyes. The small child just seemed to curl into himself further, ducking his gaze away from Bruce.

And as much as Bruce didn't want it to be true, it was clear the kid didn't have the support he needed. It might not as be as far as some of Bruce's kids have had in the past.

But it was clearly not good.

"That's okay, it's alright. What's your name?" Bruce tried again. The boy's silence was leaving an uncomfortable pit in Bruce's stomach.

"D-Danny..." The boy spoke out his name between sniffles, and Bruce felt a wave of relief hearing the boy speak.

In hindsight, Bruce can see how strange the scene might look. A slightly disheveled man comforting a lone young boy in a park. It wasn't exactly perfect.

But with the lack of reactions from the parents around, Bruce had a feeling the town had an idea who this boy was. The whole situation just didn't feel that right for him.

It took a few more comments before Bruce managed to get the boy to crack a smile. A laugh had felt like breaking a massive wall.

Before long, Bruce had Danny actually like any other boy he's known. Carefree and happy, just like a child should be.

"You didn't tell me your name, mister." Danny had suddenly cut down the relaxed moment they were in. A pout laced the boy's lips as he looked up at Bruce, almost accusatory.

"I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce responded without missing a beat. He knew this might cause problems in the future. He wasn't supposed to be here.

But when his gut is telling him something, he can't just ignore it. He checked his pockets, finding no business cards anywhere. So, Bruce fell back in plan B.

"No matter how long it's been from now, you can come to me for help. Just look for Bruce Wayne in Gotham City, and when you find me... just say Fairbanks sent you."

Bruce wasn't sure if he'll ever see Danny again when he goes back to his own time. Wasn't even sure if this was the same universe as his own. But he couldn't walk away without at least offering the boy help in some way.

When Danny's eyes filled up with tears again, Bruce thought he said something wrong at first. That was until the boy was suddenly clinging to his shoulders in a tight embrace, muttering 'thank you' over and over again.

Bruce felt himself almost close to tears just from that alone. His heart was aching for the small boy. Even if Bruce couldn't help Danny anymore than this, he was hoping the boy would have a better life.

One where he wasn't clinging to a stranger for comfort that family should be providing him.

THWAMP

It didn't hurt, but it did cut their hug short as Bruce suddenly pulled away. Turning his head to see a young girl wielding a wiffle bat, and another young boy standing behind her.

Her purple eyes glared at Bruce like he had done the worst thing in the world. Her grip on the bat was threatening and ready to swing again. Her knuckles white from the tight grip alone.

Maybe leaving this time era might not be as easy as Bruce thought as the young girl probbed him with angry and scolding questions. Not that Bruce could blame her.

He just hoped this hiccup didn't get back to the league. They'd have a field day hearing about how Batman got scolded by a child with a wiffle bat.

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Danny wasn't sure if this was the best idea. It's been years since he met Bruce Wayne. So many years. Danny had just been a kid, not even ten, when Bruce had introduced himself.

When he had an adult, actually check in on him. Yet, it was a memory Danny couldn't forget. Maybe it was just the kindness that Bruce radiated.

Or maybe it was when Sam came to his "rescue" near the end. Regardless, it was cemented in his mind. A core memory that Danny cared with him through the years.

Now, here he was, roughly seven years later. Standing in front of a manor that put even Sam's place to shame.

It took a lot of courage for Danny to knock. Barely a second later, an old man answered the door, an accent Danny was certain Bruce hadn't had.

A stuttered explaination of being here to see Bruce Wayne, that the man knew him, barely left Danny's mouth before the old man ushered him inside.

The man, Alfred, told Danny to wait by the door before vanishing further into the manor. It took a lot for Danny to not just vanish.

Being half ghost nowadays had its quirks, Danny could just vanish, and no one but Alfred would know. But he couldn't.

It had taken a lot for Danny to make the journey to Gotham City. He hadn't even thought to look up a current picture of Bruce either. Which was probably a big mistake on his end.

Danny didn't even know if Bruce was offering this kind of help. But Danny didn't have many allies to turn to. He needed help.

Not just for himself but for his family. For Amity Park. He couldn't be afforded the ability to run away. Not now.

Danny felt all the air leave his lungs when Bruce entered the area. The man didn't look a day older than what Danny remembered. Bruce looked a bit more put together, not like he had just jumped out of a moving car, but it was Bruce.

"Uhm... I don't know if you remember me. But my name's Danny... we met when I was a kid." Danny started trying to explain himself before Bruce could speak. He recognized that confused look anywhere, and Danny didn't have the guts to go through with this if Bruce asked any questions.

"You told me if I ever needed help, to come find you. Bruce Wayne in Gotham City... you, uh, told me to tell you Fairbanks sent me?"

That came out more like a question than Danny would have liked. But it did ease his nerves a bit as he watched Bruce's slightly confused expression turn to alarm and surprise.

Danny wasn't sure what this would do. If Bruce could truly help him. But he was out of options. Just seeing Bruce recognize something he said was enough to calm the teen's anxiety slightly.

"I'm sorry, Danny... I don't remember you. But I believe you and I want to help you. Come inside, have a seat, and tell me what's going on."

That response was enough to have Danny's eyes fill with tears. His chest filling with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in weeks now.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

#dc x dp #batman #dp x dc #phandom #bruce wayne #danny fenton #child danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #ofc Sam saw a stranger hugging her crying friend and wasn't going to just stand by #is it really dpxdc without angst?#for whatever reason when Bruce went back to his time he had forgotten the memories of what happened during his trip #he didn't remember meeting Danny but he couldn't just ignore a teen who knows one of the few codewords he has #besides how could Bruce not believe a kid who has his codeword and looks exactly like a child Bruce would adopt #Bruce will never live this down #just because he doesn't remember doesn't mean Danny and everyone else doesn't #they know so Bruce get's to learn a second time about being battered with a wiffle bat by child Sam #no current plans to turn this into a full fic cause I'm trying to keep my list of active fics short #but if anyone wants to take this idea and run with it all I require is a link drop!!!#I partly wanted to write more #but my brain is only coming up with certain scenes and not how it all ties into the main plot #basically Justice League stuff happens that sends Bruce (and maybe others) back in time where Bruce meets child Danny #what exactly well don't ask me #Danny be crying a bit in this one #but come on he was just a baby at the start #by the end he's just an overwhelmed teenager who is just happy to have someone who might be able to help on his side

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threegoldfish · 3 days ago

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Marc can basically feel Steven's reply, quite literally, in a way that's not really happening and yet he gets it.

The way Steven moves, being so slow and tentative, reaching for a chair to fall onto - as if all strength has left him in an instant - is saying more than he lets on. The man feels equally as shit as Marc himself does and perhaps there's no need to deny anything, causing Marc to sigh out a slow breath as his own attention is now focused back on his body.

"---I feel as if I've been run over, chewed up, spit back out and going through four hangovers at the same time.", is the reply he gives, and for some odd reason he can feel the corner of his mouth twitch briefly. It stops, however, and now that his hands are free - fuck, he wants to touch Steven so badly, it's almost embarrassing, that longing he feels - he brings one back to his face, presses the pad of his thumb and forefinger against his eyes that have fallen closed just before, massaging the lids, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It does not give him the relief he'd hoped for, so he groans out a small sound as his hand drops back down and his gaze focuses back on Steven, taking in the sight of him.

---Sitting down actually sounds like a super good idea, so he himself takes a slightly unsure step - and decides to sit on the desk next to the other, possibly scrunching up some papers, but really, he could care less.

"Don't think any kind of first-aid could make that kind of feeling any better, though; Putting a plaster on me won't change things." There's... a hint of humor clinging to his words, as if being a follow-up to that twitching corner of his mouth from before; Marc takes another breath, then looks down at his hands now hanging loosely between semi-stretched out legs, fingers starting to pick on each other, the skin around his nails.

One of his many bad habits, whenever he's nervous or dealing with shit.

Now that the initially overwhelming response of his own emotions is gone, has washed out and disappeared, he's... kind of lost. Doesn't know where he's at, when talking about an emotion-scale of things.

---He folds his arms, shoves those stupid hands into his armpits, keeping them still this way.

Part of him wonders about Steven's emotions. He'd reacted so... collected, as opposed to Marc, and somehow it does not feel like it's a good sign; Marc knows Steven, he knows the man better than Steven perhaps believes he does, so... part of him wonders if, and when, the true emotional response to all of this will happen for him.

Marc swallows, shaking his head again, breathing through before his gaze trails back to the tired man next to him.

"---You're so fucking real, I can't believe it.", he says, unfiltered, quiet - like it's meant for himself, not necessarily for Steven to listen to.

...What now?

"...Where's that stupid artifact, anyways? Did it just... disappear?"

Marc doesn't know what now, so he just... says something. Anything.

There's nothing but rushing thoughts in the silence as he remains wrapped up in that tight embrace, eyes scrunched with a grimace as he tries to coax his body to calm, beginning with slowing those shaking breaths. It isn't that he doesn't deal with his feelings, he's actually fairly good at doing that (when he's not lying to himself about the truth of things) - but rather that he's used to doing that alone. Most of his life had been lived without the knowledge of his headmate, spent dealing with bad days by himself with only creature comforts to offer a little brightness on those darker days, that hasn't changed in the time he's been aware of Marc.

Really, it hasn't had to- the dark days have been almost non-existent and usually there's enough distraction that he can escape it. Or just let Marc front while he recoups in the headspace. Not a viable option any longer. Steven's grip releases a little more slowly than Marc's sudden retreat, letting go and drawing back to offer a tired smile as he meets the other man's gaze. -- ❝I'm- okay.. Everything kind of hurts, well.. everywhere? But I think it's fine. Just bruised.❞ Especially his arms that had been grasped so tightly that he can practically feel every brush of his clothing against the tender skin, he dreads to think what he'd see if he took his shirt off. Stepping back, he feels behind him for one of the wooden chairs tucked under his desk, pulling it out to flop himself upon it with a sigh. He's been tired before, stayed up for longer than anyone should, but this exhaustion feels somehow WORSE. Like no amount of sleep will ease it from him. -- ❝What about you..?❞ He asks finally, looking up at Marc with furrowed brows, hand coming up to push some errant messy curls from own face. ❝Are you hurt..? I know basic first aid, figured it'd be good when working with the public- never did though. Not even something as simple as putting on a plaster.❞ The rambling comes with that exhaustion, filling the space with chatter so that there's not enough of a pause to let feelings settle - physical or otherwise. It serves as a great distraction for his brain.

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