#keep in mind that short for me is struggle i can almost never stop myself from getting around 9k

[wndaswife]

shortish fic with no smut coming :3 i will be using part of a fic i wrote legit december 2022 that i never used but really liked

[lovelivision]

can you write something about brat tamer toji punishing reader for a day full of brattiness by manhandling and overstimulating them? this isnt in your will write or wont write but can you add daddy kink in there?

₊⁺ જ⁀➴💌 i sure can and did ! >:3 it's short but longer than my other drabbles ! i personally don't love daddy kink and don't have it in myself to write it fully but i did a little bit of what i can bear 💗 thank you sm for your ask and i hope you like it ! have a beautiful day/night 💗

꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

Toji punishing you in a deliciously cruel kind of way, his voice dark and gruff when he speaks to you, tone agitated, “Never behave do you? Can’t fucking help yourself.”

His hand harsh on the back of your neck, holding you down, your back arched meanly while he fucks into you from behind. Toji can’t help but bite his lip at the way you grip him, your cunt creaming around him, your past orgasms making his cock so slick and shiny. Trying to suppress his noises so you can’t tell just how much he’s enjoying himself.

You’re out of your mind, words slurred and coming slow between moans, “Mm sorry! Ah!– I– hnn– I didn’t mean to upset you– hah–”

“See,” he’s leaning down, mouth right next to your ear as he spits, “I think you did; I think you annoyed me all day just so you’d end up right here.”

He clocked you so easily, knowing what you were doing as soon as you started pissing him off all those hours ago. He can’t say he’s overly disappointed in you though, he loves taking you like this as much as you do.

“Noo, I wouldn’t–”

“–We both know you would,” he cuts you off.

His hammering pace suddenly stops, stuffing you full to the hilt of him, shallowly grinding into you but not much more. He’s able to feel the way you pulse around him, groaning at the snug fit of your pussy.

You whinge and wiggle your hips back into him, trying and failing to fuck yourself onto his cock. You need him to keep going, to do anything, but he only bites into your shoulder, a light punishment for your complaints.

“You need it that bad, baby?” his voice holds a kind of mirth that makes your skin prick, “Fine.”

He has two fingers on your clit before you can even register his threatening compliance, circling it insistently. You twitch and jolt under him, halted by his hand pressing into your upper back. So sensitive, everything feels hot, your toes curling and feet kicking into the mattress as you gasp out whines.

His cock throbs desperately inside you at the way your cunt pulses and leaks all over him, loving how you struggle against the pleasure. Already so overstimulated and he knows that, he likes pushing you to your limits.

Prying an orgasm out of you without moving his hips, only letting his fingers slip all over your clit until you’re trying to milk his cock. Muscles pulling taut as you cum all over him, Toji moans at it before chuckling breathlessly.

“Fuuuck– look at that,” he clicks his tongue, “Sometimes I think I’m too nice to you.”

Not really registering anything of what he’s saying, not when his fingers are tapping on your clit just to make you jerk under him at every touch.

Pouting out at him, “You’re so mean to me…”

“What do you mean?” you can practically hear the smile you know he’s wearing, “Daddy’s always so nice to you.”

You groan at him, “Ugh, shuddup.”

He laughs at your reaction but doesn’t miss the way your cunt jumps at his words, “Think you liked that a little more than you’re willing to admit.”

Shaking your head back at him in response, going to say something bratty in reply only to gasp and claw at the sheets when he starts fucking into you again. Fast and hard, almost driving you up the bed with how frenzied his thrusts are.

His hands are moving to your hips, using his new grip to fuck you like some kind of toy built for his pleasure. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, he always knows just how to fuck you into insanity, or stupidity.

“Close again? So soon?” He’s teasing you, though he’s breathless as he does, “That’s a little pathetic.”

So many orgasms forced out of you over the course of the night with him that you think he could look at you and you’d cum. “Toji– Ah! Ah! It’s too much–”

“–Should’ve thought about that before you acted the way you did,” he muses, not even a little bit mad anymore. And how could he be? You’re always so pliant when he’s fucking you, it’s something he delights in greatly.

The slick slapping sounds reverberating in the room are obscene, your moans just as loud, no doubt you’re going to wake up to a noise complaint from an angry neighbour again. Your nails dig into the sheets, bracing yourself against your next orgasm.

Fresh tears slipping from your eyes and down your cheeks at the force of it, whines pulled from your chest as your pussy spasms around Toji’s cock for the umpteenth time tonight.

“Such a good little thing,” he fucks you through it, “Only time you’re so well behaved is when I’m balls deep in you, I fuck you that good?”

You’re too busy trying to stay conscious to really be aware of what he’s saying, settling for dumbly nodding at him and mumbling out, “Mhm.”

The state he’s fucked you into is the last straw for him, cock twitching pitifully before he’s cumming inside your tight, little cunt. Painting your walls white and continuing his thrusts even if he’s overstimulating himself to do it.

He’s sounding fucked out himself when he asks, “Are you sorry for today, or do we need to do this all again from the beginning?”

[beomiracles]

hiii! i’ve never requested before but as i’m stalking *tehe* your account- OMG U WRITE SO GOOD BSFR

can i request something like a cosplayer!gf x soobin? yk he’s such a weeb & a nerd, i js know he would love a cosplayer gf (not only ‘cause i do cosplay lmao). Maybe some smut-ish?

TYSMMM, i hope u take the request babes <33

⌞ 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 ⌝

DREAM RECALL Soobin knows that he should feel ashamed, but he can't help it. He wants nothing but to see his girlfriend completely ruined before him.

wc -> 2.8k

pairings soobin x cosplayer!gf warnings perv!soobin, masturbation (m), vaginal fingering, overstimulation (f), dacryphilia, unprotected sex + creampie, teetering on the edge of dub-con at some points, soobin calls reader "bunny", reader wears bunny ears !

#serene adds ✎ hii omg tysm eek that makes me super happy to hear >.< I tried my best, I'm not a cosplayer myself so I might've gotten some things wrong, but I think it's such a cool thing to be able to do ! this might not be exactly what you wanted, I think I got a little carried away, I hope it's still an enjoyable read nonetheless :3

It was really no secret that Soobin liked your cosplays. How he would so often brag about his girlfriend who could transform into just about anyone. Not to mention the several times he watched you get ready with big fascinated eyes as he asked you tons of questions, or went out of his way to buy you the things you needed. So no, it wasn’t exactly a secret that he liked it. Well, maybe a little, maybe he hadn’t told you just how much he really enjoyed it. 

Some of them were fine, the costumes that made him giggle, the ones that were unique and funky. But some made his breath catch in his throat as he shoved a pillow over his lap. The flimsy short dresses, the tight tops, the jewelry that dangled from your neck. Even the fluffy bunny ears you once put on made him rethink his morals. — He doesn’t know how to approach it, if he should say something, or just keep quiet. Would you be disgusted with him or would you be just as turned on? He didn’t know but the thought was slowly eating him away. 

You didn’t exactly make things easier. Always sauntering about in your revealing costumes, making his dick strain uncomfortably in his briefs as he tears his gaze away. He knows that you love what you do, catching you smiling and laughing as you edit your videos, always excited to talk about your next costume. Soobin doesn’t want to ruin something you hold so dearly just because of his perverted mind. Yet he can’t help but replay the scene in his head, over and over until his hand moves down his pants on its own. 

Short fluffy skirt bunched up over your stomach, your tits bouncing in rhythm with each harsh thrust of his as your bottom lip quivers, big bunny ears flopping down the sides of your face as your dainty nails claw at his arms. — Fuck, Soobin knows it’s bad. So why can’t he stop?    

Things get no better when you call out for him that evening, your squeaky voice echoing through the walls of your apartment. He gets up from the couch, dragging his feet over to your shared bedroom, pushing the slightly ajar door open before his eyes almost shot out of their sockets. — “Can you help me zip this up?” You whine as you struggle with the zipper of your short dress. The lacey material was just the kind that immediately got his mind reeling and Soobin fumbled for words before eventually nodding, awkwardly stumbling inside the room. 

His big hands are clumsy on your back as he twists at the locking mechanisms of your garment, his brows deeply furrowed as he tries to get it right. “M-Maybe it’s broken”, you huff, making a small grimace as he tugs at the costume. Soobin only shakes his head, “no it’ll work”, he mutters, intent on seeing you in the skimpy piece of clothing. And at last he does get it, heaving a small sigh he takes a step back as you admire yourself in the mirror. 

“Thank you, babe!” You chirp, rushing to give his cheek a small peck before setting up your phone. “Do you wanna watch?” — Your innocent question sends blood straight to his groin and he has to blink twice before comprehending your words. “I…sure”, he nods, moving to sit by the edge of the bed, securely out of view from your camera. 

You had explained multiple times how you filmed your content, lip syncing to different songs and sometimes having full on dialogues. But Soobin finds himself unable to focus on anything besides how your tits moved as you redid take after take, huffing when you got something wrong as you pulled at the colorful wig on your head. 

His eyes are glued to the way the dress slides up your thighs, frowning as your hand wraps around the fabric to pull it down again. He bites the inside of his cheek, shifting uncomfortably on the plush mattress as he watches you bend forward to mess with the settings on your phone, your soft tits almost spilling out of the tight costume. — He knows that he’s done for if you turn around right now, and he swallows, fingers curling around the blanket beneath him. 

He should leave, actually he should probably have left right away, but his greedy mind just couldn’t say no. It takes everything in him to tear his gaze from you, quickly removing himself from the bed as he heads for the door, though your voice makes him freeze in his tracks. “Where are you going, Binnie?” He can practically hear the pout on your lips and he has to bite back a small groan. “Just the bathroom”, he mumbles, hoping that you won’t catch on to how strained his voice had become. 

Your obliviousness is endearing as you give a small “okay”, and the immense wave of guilt washing over him is almost unbearable. Yet his demanding arousal wins him over and as soon as the bathroom door shuts behind him does his hand slip past the hem of his sweats. — Letting his head fall back against the cool tiles, Soobin exhales as his fingers wrap around his aching cock, groaning as he tugs on it. No matter how hard he tries not to, the image of you in the room down the hall clouds his vision. 

It wasn’t like it was unwarranted, right? You were his girlfriend, so why did he feel so shameful over jacking off to the silly little costumes you wore? But the thought of confronting what he thought to be a bizarre kink, felt almost worse than jerking it off in secret. You’d probably be disgusted with him, Soobin thinks so at least. And that’s the last thing he wants. 

He takes a cold shower after that, trying his hardest to scrub away the shame and the guilt. It never worked. He feels just as hot when he steps out again, almost like he was running a fever, an incurable one. — You ask him about his sudden disappearance at dinner but he merely brushes it off. And you’re so naive, believing every single word passing his lying lips. 

Not even when he’s balls deep inside of you that night, thick cock ramming into your throbbing cunt, can he get the thoughts out of his head. His mind works overtime as it conjures image after image of you all dressed up for him, your makeup smudged by the tears that streamed down your face as he brings you to orgasm after orgasm. — Only snapping out of his haze when your whiny voice pierces the air, “B-Binnie, s’too much!” — “Fuck, sorry Bunny”, the petname slips out without him thinking twice and it isn’t until he catches your small frown that he realizes his mistake. 

“You’ve never called me that before..” You sound hesitant and Soobin stills inside of you. “Ah.. No I suppose I haven’t”, he huffs, clearing his throat rather awkwardly, “if you don’t like it I-” — “No, I do.” He blinks, unmoving as he swallows, did he hear that right? The tiny confirmation sends him spiraling and he reconnects your lips in a kiss, thinking, hoping, that maybe he’d be able to get just a step closer to what his twisted mind desired. 

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Sometimes it was almost like the universe liked to pull pranks on Soobin. Or maybe it was karma? It had to be one of the two, because he nearly drops his phone as you come skipping down the hallway, dressed in nothing but a fluffy skirt and a cute sparkly top. — You immediately begin rambling on about the character you’re portraying as you twirl before him, modeling the look. But Soobin isn’t listening, in fact he’s barely heard a word you’ve said, even as his gaze trains on your glossy lips. You always did your makeup nice, but today you had gone all out, pink cheeks matching the shadow around your eyes, and he could’ve sworn you used something akin to glitter on the tip of your nose. 

“Do you like it?” You wonder, twisting the flimsy skirt between your fingers as you await his response. Soobin’s eyes find yours, wide and curious meeting his lustful and near pleading ones. There’s really only one thing he can say. — “You should put the bunny ears on.” 

You frown, the confusion is evident on your pretty face as your pink lips part. “The bunny ears? But they don’t even have anything to do with this costume, silly!” — “I know.” He shrugs, feigning nonchalance but the way desire swirls behind his gaze surely gives him away. You bite the inside of your cheek, appearing almost conflicted as you rock back and forth on the sole of your feet. “Binnie, don’t you think–” 

“I think”, he interrupts, shifting against the sofa before he continues, “that you should put them on and go lay down on our bed.” — Your jaw slacks as your fingers, previously tangled up in your skirt, drops to your sides, sure you were used to Soobin being commanding but this was something completely new. Then your eyes drift to the bulge in his pants, wondering how it could’ve passed your notice before, and you nod, slowly turning on your heel as you head for the bedroom. 

Soobin lets his head fall back against the couch with a soft groan. Running a hand through his hair, he slowly considers what he was about to go through with. But not before long does he get up to head after you. — The door is ajar, letting him catch a glimpse of the bed before he pushes it open. He finds you perched on the mattress, knees tucked under you as you fiddle with the fluffy ears on your head. When you see him entering you immediately make a move to lie down, visibly gulping as he reaches the bed in three long strides. 

This was far from anything the two of you had done before. You supposed that some might even call your sex life a bit vanilla. While it wasn’t something you had given much thought, Soobin most definitely seemed to have as he looms over you. — You looked so pretty, so perfectly put together, and he wanted nothing more than to see you ruined. 

His large hand is on your cheek, gently caressing the pink hues as he sends you a loving look. “Gorgeous bunny”, he murmurs, pulling your plump bottom lip down, your sticky gloss smearing all over his thumb as he pushes it inside your mouth. He’s pleasantly surprised when you eagerly swirl your tongue around it, coating his finger in your saliva. You keep your eyes on him the whole time, the small eye contact makes his cock practically jump in his pants and he retracts his thumb with a grunt. 

Eagerly he hikes the fluffy skirt up above your stomach. The cotton panties you wore underneath were nothing special, you hadn’t exactly planned for things to take such an intimate turn but Soobin’s breath still catches in his throat as his fingers trace the lining. — “So soft”, he exhales, hand dipping inside the thin garment as his long fingers slide between your folds, making you suck in a sharp breath as your teeth latch onto your painted lip. 

Driven by the fantasies conjured in his far too imaginative mind, it’s almost as if he’s taken on a completely different persona. The uncharacteristic look in his eyes makes you throb against him, his saliva coated thumb skimming over your clit, has you crying out as he quickly pushes a finger inside of your clenching hole. — He wants to ease you into it, take it slow, like he usually did, but there’s something urging him on today. Desperate to see you ruined by his hand, Soobin quickly adds a second finger, not slowing down as he hears you wail, cute nails practically ripping the sheets apart as your thighs twitch. 

His free hand tugs your panties down, leaving them by your knees as he grows impatient, his attention returning to your slick core; watching intently as your arousal trails down the back of his hand. Soobin was a gentle lover, he loved taking his time as he watches your face morph into pleasurable expressions, he loved hearing your small gasps and moans as he slides himself inside of you before gently picking up his pace. But none of that lingers today.  

Neither the shame nor bashfulness exists within him any longer. He can’t bring himself to care when you look so pretty beneath him, whimpering as you orgasm around his fingers, his name falling from your lips like it was second nature. — “N-No s’too much!” You whine as his fingers continue to spread your puffy folds, but Soobin’s too far gone already. “S’okay bunny, I’m gonna make you feel so good”, he murmurs, planting a tender kiss to your forehead and you preen under him. 

Sweat has dribbled down your face, causing your makeup to crease but Soobin only groans at the sight, his large hand feverishly working to free his throbbing cock from the confinement of his pants. — Your quiet cry when his tip meets your clit makes his chest swell as he lets himself become coated in the remnants of your previous high. “Binnie”, the nickname makes him twitch as his gaze flickers up to meet yours. Your bottom lip wobbles, short pants emitting from deep within your throat and your eyes are wide. Fuck you look gorgeous.

Soobin thinks he might come the second he slips past your wet folds, your overstimulated cunt sucking him in like never before and you whimper at the stretch of his thick cock. He starts out slow, like he usually did, though his restraints quickly snap as his pace becomes near unbearable. His eyes focus on the way your tits move with each thrust, their rhythmical bounce as they strain against the sparkly top makes him groan as he increases his force. — He traps one of your floppy bunny ears between his fingers, feeling the soft material against his open palm before he tugs on it, making you whine as your back arches off the mattress. 

“Prettiest little bunny I’ve ever seen”, he grunts, his hips slamming against yours with such force that you let out a small hiccup. Your hands move to his shoulders, pretty nails digging into the flesh there as you meekly nod, jaw slacking as you blink up at him. — His thumb is on your lips again, except this time he’s smearing your pink gloss across your cheek and chin, wanting you to look nothing but ravaged when he’s done with you. 

He can tell that you’re having a hard time keeping up, the tears welling in your eyes a clear indicator. “S-Slow down, Binnie!” You sniffle, your grip on his upper arms becoming near deadly. And any other day he would’ve complied in a heartbeat, scooping you into his arms as he coddled you, but he needs to see you ruined, he can’t stop now. — The first droplet to fall from your eyes makes him let out a strangled noise as his cock twitches deep inside of you. The ones that follow manage to smear your perfect makeup, leaving streaks on your pink tinted cheeks. 

Your quiet sobs are interrupted by breathy moans as his index and middle finger swirls around your throbbing clit. “Hnng, I’m g-gonna.. p-please let me..” Your incoherent pleas only make his mind spin, adding to the sensation of having you completely wrecked before him. His large palm against your tear stained cheek is near trembling as he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “S’okay bunny, I’ve got you.” He presses reassuring pecks to your face, covering you in his love as he feels you clench around him, pulling a sharp hiss between his gritted teeth as you finish around his cock. 

Once the wave of intense pleasure subsides you’re left a whimpering mess as Soobin abuses your spent cunt, using it however he pleases as he thrusts into you without showing any signs of slowing down. — You looked so perfect like this, your once pretty costume completely disheveled all thanks to him. Your mind is nothing but a hazy fog as you gaze up at him, letting him have his way with you because you’re nothing but a dumb bunny, his dumb bunny. 

He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck as his hips stutter, making sure to fill your pretty little cunt with as much of his seed as possible, preserving it by slowly fucking his soft cock into you despite your wails. — “You’re okay”, he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to your sweat covered neck as he slumps against your chest. “So perfect for me”, he sighs as he leans up to catch a glimpse of your face. He finds a small grin playing on your lips, making his heart flutter almost agonizingly as he props himself up to place a kiss to that very smile.

Such a perfectly dumb bunny, he thinks.  

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[wosoluver]

Can you do a misa x reader where it's readers birthday?

Birthday girl

Misa Rodríguez x reader

Misa Rodriguez Masterlist

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It was your birthday week. You were excited to spend your first birthday with your girlfriend and in Madrid. You had moved there months ago.

But every time Misa brought it up, your smile didn't reach your eyes, and you would somehow shut down the conversation. She knew something was wrong, you never shut up about how much you love to celebrate your birthday, and now that it was almost here, you didn't even bother to plan anything.

You had opened up to her, saying how weird it would be to not have your sisters or friends from back home with you. The step to move to Madrid had been a little tough on you, but you knew the importance of becoming more independent and being closer to great job opportunities. She understood how you felt, but she had set her mind into planning the best birthday possible, you deserved more than anyone to have a special day.

"Sofie, have you ordered the cake yet?" - Misa as usual, was taking matters very seriously, like she always did when it came to basically anything she felt like she had to succeed in.

"Calm down I got it, I'll order today" - saying quickly into the phone.

"You haven't yet!?" - annoyed at her friend for struggling at her only task.

"You know, when you said we were throwing a party I thought we were going clubbing or something."

"Your kidding right? I'm already struggling thinking on how I'm going to get her to Raso's apartment for the dinner. And you know she isn't really into people that are not her friends. She wouldn't stand 10 minutes inside a club."

"Right. It's fine, don't worry, we still got like 2 days."

"Two days go by like the blink of an eye"

and it did.

Misa's pov

Okay. It's 7:30 am. I have to get to practice by 8:00 sharp. Leave at 12:00, stop by to get some flowers and a café con leche from her favorite coffee shop. Should be fine. She should be waking up late anyway.

Stoping by the flower shop, I settled for a classic red rose bouquet. Besides being your favorite, they were the prettiest they had. Got the coffee and made my way home.

As soon as I opened the door I saw her laying on the couch, watching yet another episode of her comfort show.

"Good morning mi amor, these are for you..." - handing the bouquet in front of her - "Feliz Cumpleaños baby"

She seemed on a better mood than expected, taking into consideration the last couple of days.

"Buenos dias, guapa!" - jumping up from the couch and giving me a short kiss, taking the roses from my hands - "Thank you so much amor! And coffee?!? God I love you."

"You seem in a good mood, care to share why? Besides the obvious reason?" - looking down at her big smile.

"I sorry I didn't seem so excited the last couple of days, but it wouldn't be fair to myself or to you, to not let myself celebrate right? It's the first birthday I get to spend with you Misa!"

"Only the first of many."

"Kinda cheesy." - she says walking into the kitchen to set up the flowers in a vase.

"Excuse me? Can I be romantic to my girlfriend without being judged?!" - As I followed.

"Okay since I didn't plan anything before hand, can we do whatever I want today?"

"Yes, what would that be?"

"Shower and then lunch maybe?"

"Shower and lunch it is. I'll get the shower running while you finish it up here" - A weight left my shoulders when I realized it would be no trouble getting her out of the house.

After lunch we headed back home, the car ride was quiet and peaceful, and I decided it would be a good time to bring up we had plans.

"So... Since you were kind of down this week, I decided upon making plans for you. I mean us-" but I was quickly cut off.

"Misa, birthday sex doesn't need to be planned, it's kind of mandatory"

"Well yes but, I actually planned something, for tonight!"

"You did?! And you were able to keep it a secret? Wow, you really need to be praised then." - You said it half joking.

Back to the apartment.

"Alright so we have some free time until we need to start getting ready to go..." - I let her know while unlocking the door.

"I have the perfect idea to keep us busy till then..."

reader's pov

Standing both at someone's door, ready for whatever this was, you were excited to say the least. Misa never disappoints and that's been proved time and time again.

Not even 5 seconds later, there was Raso opening the door.

"Hello Y/N, happy birthday!" - She screams happily. The thick Aussie accent ever so present. "Welcome to my place and your birthday spot for the night!"

Hayley was the sweetest. You two had instantly become friends once you met. Unknown to you, when her friend asked for help to set everything up, she was the first one up for it, offering to take charge of everything. She missed Australia like crazy. And knew exactly how you were feeling.

Walking in and seeing the beautiful set up, made you smile and tear up immediately. Seeing all the girls you had grown close to, since you arrived in Spain made you feel so lucky.

The party initially started out as a calm dinner but by now it was a full on celebration, loud music and good drinks.

I saw Misa going out in the balcony, probably to get some air. And trailed off behind her.

"Thank you, my love. Really. It would've sucked to go through my birthday without a party." - I say looking into her eyes with the most love they could bare.

"I got you. Always. I'm so glad you liked it. Also really glad the cake was here." - Even though I didn't get the joke, I proceeded to thank her.

"This must have been a pain to organize. You know, we could of just gone clubbing." -

"That's what I said!" - Svava said from behind us. "I was looking for you two, the girls want to do karaoke!"

"I'm so gonna sing I want it that way."

"We'll be right there!" - Misa yelled through the loud music as she left us alone once more.

We stood there, just appreciating each other's presence. After sharing a kiss in a warm hug, Misa finally spoke again.

"First one down, forever to go!"

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As always, would love to hear your thoughts! 🩷

[bellewintersroe]

Charles Leclerc x reader smut - part 2

obsessed with this man I s2g, so here’s a part 2, literally just a series full of smut, kinda spontaneous so I don’t even know where this is going, but whatever. Link to Part 1.

Since Charles and Jenny’s encounter, Jenny was left even more frustrated, and with Charles’ orders that she couldn’t cum until he was the one to make her, she struggles even more to cope with the anticipation of having him again. The aftermath of them two is a tense, giggly mess skcieifiekw Charles is really soft hasnt shown his confident side in bed yet and reader can tell.

Smut - 18+ sexting, masturbation, teasing, swearing, dirty talk. Charles is a flustered mess, almost blows it a little too quickly… oral, fingering, p in v sex. Sexual tension? Ahh I want this man so bad.

My half sister was asleep in bed next to me and all I could do was stare at the ceiling of the hotel, waiting, waiting and waiting. Why she was asleep at 8pm I’ll never know, but now I had no way from distracting myself from the real issue on my mind. Charles. After our encounter earlier all I could think about was having him again, I got butterflies whenever I thought about it, and when I replayed his words in my mind they went straight to my core.

‘Don’t touch yourself until I can’.

How on earth was I supposed to wait? My hotel room was free for three whole hours whilst Eva, my sister was with her ‘boyfriend’ that she’d met in Austria. Seeing as she’d been sneaking out and I’d kept her secret, it was her turn to keep mine. I’d kept to Charles’s words all afternoon, waiting rather impatiently, but now it was getting later and later, all I could do was laid with tightly crossed legs and scroll through my phone in a pathetic attempt to distract myself.

Charles had been texting me back and fourth all afternoon, apart from when he was training of course. The more time that passed the hornier I got. So I took myself to the bathroom, deciding to run a second shower. “Fuck this…” I muttered, locking the door and stripping off my clothes. My underwear were already dripping wet, and I sighed, annoyed by my own desperation. I could still imagine vividly the slight stretch of my tight hole around his cock, the way he’d press so hard against me that his balls would push against my ass. Before I knew it my right hand was rubbing over my clit, taking my phone in my other hand and snapping a picture of my bare tits and torso, cutting it off just before he could see where I was touching. Oops

I’d sent to him the message, stepping in the shower with my hair tied up to avoid getting it wet. Maybe it was a good idea to cool off. When my phone buzzed again, I took it with wet hands.

I thought you said you were going to wait

I’m not making myself cum, but I’m just so wet from earlier, I can’t help it

fuck you are making me hard

To this, I sent him another picture of my wet tits pressed together, fingers slightly sprawled over my pierced nipple, awaiting his response as I tightened my legs. I loved the idea of Charles being hard over me, no matter how many times we had these conversations, they never failed to turn me on more than anything. You are so fucking beautiful, I’m going to fuck you so good later

are you touching yourself? Smirking, I pulled out the camera again, leaning against the wall as I sunk down to the floor, spreading my legs and sending him a video of me rubbing my clit slowly. fuck fuck fuck Jenny im leaving in a minute

So hard for you omg

Leaning back I let out a quiet sigh, enjoying the sensation of touching myself, I was throbbing so desperately, closing my eyes and becoming lost in the moment. I imagined his fingers pushed inside of me, fingering me until I squirted down his arm, screaming his name as I tugged on his short hair. The way he’d muffle a moan if his face was pressed up to my pussy, tongue licking up and down as he made me cum all over his face. Fuck, if I continued I wouldn’t stop. I was dangerously close to losing control, so I had to pull my hand away and continue with a second shower, unable to look at Charles’ dirty words until I was done.

I will be back in 10 minutes, I’ll come get you

just as long as you’re quieter than you were earlier 😉

shut up

I giggled, realising I kinda had to rush. I had to go through the full routine again, moisturising, spraying perfume, picking out new underwear. “What’re you doing?” My sister grumbled from behind me, thick in her French accent, as I stuffed my phone into my pocket. I had to leave now. Charles was outside the room. “Uh going out, I’ll be back in the morning, don’t tell dad, cos’ I kept your boyfriend a secret!” I warned as she pfffted out a tired laugh. “Salope.” She joked as I fake gasped. “You are the slut!” I giggled, heading down the corridor, knowing my secret was safe. “Jenna?” She then asked. “C’est Charles?” I cringed at her question. She’d caught on oddly fast. “Non.” I lied, before slipping out of the room and seeing Charles stood there, hood up and a gentle smile covering his face. I immediately smile, being quiet to close the door behind me. “Bonjour.” I teased as he wrapped an arm over my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my lips, “hello.” He eyed me up and down, squeezing my shoulder before his arm dropped and he left a lazy hand on my lower back.

“Thats his room… be quiet.” I whispered, as we passed my father and step-mums room with our heads dipped. “Lucky, I am on a different floor.” He shrugged, pressing the elevator button. The whole time we were waiting for the lift I was anxiously awaiting somebody I knew to open their door or come out from down the hallway. When a door did pull open, I was grateful that we’d hopped into the lift for safety. Charles pressed the button number 7 and then I frantically pressed the close button, relieved when we began moving upwards.

He laughed at my frantic behaviour, coming up behind me and making eye contact with me through the mirror in the lift. “You look so good.” He muttered, voice getting lower as he stepped closer towards me, hooking an arm over my chest.

Smiling back up to him, I watched as he dipped his head inhaling the scent of my hair. “You smell good!” His words made me laugh now, feeling him nuzzle his nose into my freshly washed hair. “You weirdo!” I giggled, digging my bum back into his hips as he groaned, moving the hair back with a kiss to my neck. “Mmm, ça m'excite.” He admitted it turned him on as I hummed, running a hand over his clothed arm.

He mimicked my hum, leaving several kisses on my skin as I gasped out a soft sigh, just as the lift doors opened. There was two different couples stood wide eyed, luckily I didn’t recognise either of them as Charles cleared his throat, lowering his head and leading me out of the lift with his hand. Once we’d past them, both of us giggled, sharing a kiss whilst he used his keycard to open the hotel door.

Oh my god, his room was nice, 10x better than mine and Eva’s and I wasn’t surprised. I turned back to him with my jaw dropped. “It’s so nice in here!”

“It is… I gotta shower and I’ll be back with you, put whatever you want on the TV.” He glanced me up and down as I nodded, sitting down on the plush bed and leaning back. “Ugh, so comfy.”

“I know!” He exclaimed, stripping off his hoody and tossing it straight onto my head playfully. His phone was still in the pocket, luckily it didn’t hit my head but it didn’t stop him from rushing over.

“I am sorry! I forgot that was in there! Are you okay?” He laughed, scanning over me as he held my face. “I’m okay, you idiot.” I laughed, playfully tapping his face as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then again to my lips. Charles jumped up quick, almost child like. “Ok, I will go shower now.”

Whilst he was showering, I was struggling to work the TV, everything was in French, or German. I mean we were in Austria, I just struggled to follow the language when it was on the TV. In the end I settled for some French sitcom whilst I awaited Charles to be finished in the shower.

10 minutes later, Charles walked back out in a fresh pair of Calvin Kleins, practically diving on the bed with a playful look in his eyes. “Don’t look at me half naked.” He half joked as I giggled. “What?! I barley even saw you!”

“Good…” he spun around on the bed, resting next to me against the headboard. “What are you watching this for?!” Charles spluttered out a laugh, taking the control that had been resting in my hand. “It’s my favourite TV show.” I sarcastically spoke. “Can’t you tell?” “No, I can’t.” He laughed sheepishly, clearly thinking I was being serious. “I’m being sarcastic, I don’t even know what they’re saying. Their French is too quick. Le mien est lent.” I told him mine was slow, longing out the sentence as Charles scanned over my face. His gaze dropping down to my lips. “You sound good when you speak French.”

“Hm?” The corner of my lip perked, pulling my knees up slightly to bend, but Charles had other ideas. His hand smoothed down my thigh, nudging it back on the bed as I swallowed harshly. “It’s a shame I could not hear you in those videos earlier.” He muttered sending a wave of butterflies through my lower stomach. “I had to be quiet.” “You didn’t cum did you?” He asked, hand pausing as his fingers just about nudged under the hem of my grey jogging shorts. “No, I listened.” I teased, watching a smile grow on his face. “Now I have finally got you alone.” Charles smirked, his fingers continuing their way up to rest on my inner thigh. “About time.” I moaned, watching him sit up slightly so he could nudge his lips against mine to steal a kiss. I could feel his smile against my mouth the whole time, it made it a little hard to kiss, but I didn’t care, his excitement was a compliment to me. Plus, I’d been waiting for this all day. The playful tone in the room soon switched up to something heavier as he lay between my legs, kissing me hungrily with his tongue rolling over mine. There was that thick tension between the two of us again, one that made me pull his hips further into my own. We didn’t have to speak to let one another know how badly we yearned for this. I was wet just from kissing, and Charles didn’t hesitate to slip off my shorts, discarding them next to us on the bed.

“I want to taste you… can I taste you?” He asked, fingers inching closer up my thigh, teasing around the area as I writhed, not being down for this teasing. After months of fantasising about this, and him saying how badly he wanted his mouth on my pussy, my dream was finally coming to life.

“Yeah.” I weakly spoke, hand on his head as he worked his way down my body. Oh god, oh god, I was already breathing heavy, but this was just making my chest heave and fall at a ridiculous pace. “Are you sure?” He breathed, lips pressing a kiss to the lace of my thongs. “Mmh, please.” I moaned as he let out a soft chuckle, fingers nipping under the edge of my skinny underwear. “I like this.” He whispered before sliding them down my legs. I gulped, fidgeting my legs as he nudged them open, leaning in and finally licking a stripe up my pussy. The two of us simultaneously groaned. “Mmm, Charles.” I cooed, as he hummed, licking over me once again. The heat from his tongue, followed by his lips wrapping around my clit sent me onto a whole other planet. “You taste so good, baby.” He uttered, barely breaking away from his movements as he sucked over my clit again. He looked away, shyly, rubbing his hands up and under my tight shirt, squeezing at my tits. “Couldn’t stop staring at these tits.” He admitted as I let out a louder moan, feeling him pinch at the pierced buds. “So sexy.” He commented before licking up and down over my sensitive clit once again. “Charles.” My body jerked, knees trapping his head as he continued his assault on my core. “Oh my god, you feel so god.” I finally spoke, feeling him smile as I whined, grinding my hips against his mouth. “How can I make you cum, baby, with my fingers?” He asked, seeming a little unsure as I nodded with a pleasured sigh. Charles wiped the back of his mouth before kissing me, tracing once finger down my naval, over my slit and easily pushing into my wetness. “Oh, fuck.” I gasped as he hummed, nodding besides me as he kept pushing his finger in and out. “Keep- keep going.” I gasped, hearing the squelching of my wetness against his fingers, my own hand moved down to assist his, rubbing over my clit as Charles kissed at my cheek.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you.” Charles admitted as I moaned, dropping my head against his for support. “Keep talking to me.” I whined, desperate to hear more. “About how tight your pussy felt, how badly I wanted to cum in there… can you take two?” He hummed as I moaned out loud, hand grabbing at his prominent bulge, desperate for something to hold onto.

“Yeah.” Charles pushed his second finger into my tightness as my breath hitched, feeling the intensity of his fingers jabbing at my G-spot. “I imagined you cumming all down my fingers.” His accent was doing wonders for me and soon it was my turn to talk back. “Gonna make me cum Charles, fuck, do you want me to?”

“Yes, baby, oui, jouis pour moi.” He instructed me to cum for him, my stomach curling and tightening as I let out a louder gasp, squeezing the head of his cock as he let out an inward groan. “Cum for me and I will fuck you so good.” He told me, “Charles!” I warned, hand moving to snatch at his flexed arm as I choked out several moans. “I-I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I gasped, feeling the overwhelming pleasure soon rattle through me. I felt myself release from below, squirting on him as I let out a borderline scream, covering my mouth but Charles pulled my hand away. “That’s it, that’s it.” He cooed me through my orgasm as I sobbed out, body writhing and twitching as he milked my orgasm.

“Tu as giclé pour moi. Tu es tellement bon.” He muttered gently, easing his fingers out of me once my body had relaxed. “What? I don’t know what tha’ means.” I panted furiously. “I don’t know it in English, you… you know.” He gestured down to my below. “Squirted?” I awkwardly said as he nodded. “Yes, I lost my English.” “Mmm, it’s okay.” I hushed, pulling him in for a kiss as I swiped my hand down to rub over his cock. “You’re so hard.” I moaned as he let out a breathy sigh against my mouth. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” I urged him on, taking a hold and rubbing more at his cock.

“I need to fuck you.” Charles then spoke, “I need to- putain, c'est trop bon.” He cut himself off with a curse in French, hips jumping when I squeezed his dick. He made out with me for a little longer, breathing heavy as I quickened my pace. “Non, non… I am taking care of you.” He seemed to fight an internal battle, but didn’t push me away. “I like doing this, Charles, making you feel good.” I cooed as he moaned out loud now. “C'est trop rapide. Putain, si tu n'arrêtes pas ça ira trop vite.” (This is too quick. Fuck, if you don’t stop it will happen too quick).

“What will happen too quick?” I bucked my naked hips up at him as he quickly stopped me. “Non, non, non. Give me a minute-“ he exhaled quickly, freezing and stopping my hand from touching him. “Are you okay?”

“You just nearly make me cum too fast.” For some reason, his words spurred me on further, but I knew I couldn’t continue to tease. “It’s okay.” I whispered, turning around and stripping my top off. Charles eyes were constantly on me, and it was within no time that he was pushing me under his body. “You can fuck me exactly how you wanted to now.” I giggled as he bit down on his lips, kicking off his underwear. “You want this?” He asked, pumping at his cock. So fucking hard and long, he was the perfect size. “Yeah… do you?”

“So much.” He cooed, easing himself in once again. I gasped, snatching at his shoulders. This time, the burn was a little harsher than before, but I pushed through it, knowing I was just a little sore from earlier. “Is it ok?” Charles let out a groan, with a noise like that how could I ever stop? “Fuck me.” I begged, moving my hips up until he finally began thrusting in and out of me. “Does that feel okay?” I could tell he was holding himself back, straining as he held himself up to wait for my answer. “It’s good.” I panted with a reassuring smile. “You feel so good.” This made hun smile as he moved forwards to kiss me much deeper now.

“Oh, yeah.” Charles moaned directly into my ear making me sigh out in utter pleasure, feeling his hand holding the back of my head. “Harder.”

“Harder?” He looked back as I nodded. “Please, I need it.” I spoke through almost gritted teeth as he rested his hands either side of me, beginning to fuck into me at a pace that I could barely moan properly at. He was so good, his hips were slapping against my own, the bed beginning to squeak at our antics.

I took his hand, running it over my breasts and throat teasingly. “Oh god.” He closed his eyes, tending his jaw as he thrusted into me harsher. With each intense thrust I yelled out, snatching and scratching at his back as Charles hissed. His cock was filling me up, stretching my pussy out, my legs were wide and he was slotted so perfectly between them. Sinful noises filled the room as we continued with our passionate fucking. I couldn’t stop, neither could he, it was like a desperation as we chased one another’s orgasms. Every time we’d start off sweet and slow it’s like something inside of us clicked and an animalistic side came out. I tugged on Charles’s wrist, pushing his hand onto my neck as he groaned. “You will make me cum, fuck! You will make me come, Jen- jouis avec moi. jouis avec moi, baby!” We were spooning, my leg stretched up as he frantically fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

“Cum together?” I repeated. “Oui!” He gasped out, tightening his grip on my neck as I rolled my eyes back, feeling him rubbing over my clit. The pace was overwhelming, I could no longer hold back the anticipation racking up inside of me. “Okay, cum, cum inside me, fuck, give it to me- Ah, I’m cumming!” My voice raised as Charles gasped out, fucking his seed into me as he came with a satisfied moan, simultaneous to my own. “Fuck, fuck. I just came so hard.” Charles choked out, his tight grip loosening do rub over my skin. I was exhaling loudly, body jolting and jittering from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “So did I.” I sighed, feeling him milking the last of his cum inside of me, body dripping with sweat as he gently rested an arm over me. “Just stay like this.” Charles cooed, pulling me close as I hummed, snuggling into his back. “Are you okay?”

“Tired.” I responded feeling him lifting his head to take a look at me. “Tu as bien fait ma belle.” (You did so good, my beautiful). An undeniable smile grew on my face. “So did you…”

[oik-tooru]

KEY CHANGE – s. koushi

CHAPTER 10 - WARRANTED

a/n sorry for the short chapter but i did it for a reason i promise !!

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i watched with bated breath as tooru raised the sketch up to his face, eyes scrunching in either concern or wonder — i couldn't really tell — before unceremoniously tossing it back onto the counter.

"yeah, you're in kinda deep y/n," he deadpanned. i gaped at him, jerking back as if he had suddenly struck me.

"w-what?" i sputtered. "that's all you have to say?"

tooru shrugged and gestured back over to the drawing. "the evidence is pretty clear to me. i mean, weren't you the one who said you've been struggling to create something for your exhibition, and now all of a sudden koushi's face is the first thing that came to you?"

well when he put it like that...

as if sensing my inner turmoil, tooru flashed me a bright smile and clapped his hand on my shoulder. "talk to me, y/n. what are you thinking?"

i slumped down on the sofa chair behind me, trying (and failing) to keep the emotion out of my voice. "i don't...really know? i've never done this before—never drew anyone i knew, i mean—but i just couldn't stop. i needed some inspiration and he was the first person i thought of. it's like he was my—"

i froze. a ghost of a smile appeared on tooru's lips.

"fuck, i am in kinda deep."

i thought back to all of the times he and i spent time together, the most recent one fresh in my mind. it was supposed to be just another casual evening, but as i watched koushi laugh at a silly joke, a familiar warmth spread through me, more intense than before and one i failed to notice. the way his eyes sparkled, the easy comfort of his presence—it all hit me like a wave.

in that moment, i realized that my feelings for koushi had grown into something deeper, something i could no longer ignore. it was as if the universe had suddenly shifted, making everything clear in a single, breathtaking instant. i caught myself smiling just thinking about it, my heart racing with the weight of unspoken words, and i knew that this was no longer just friendship; it was something much more.

as i slumped deeper into the cozy sofa, the weight of my unspoken feelings for koushi seemed almost too much to bear. tooru, with his signature blend of wisdom and humor, noticed the furrow in my brow and leaned in, ready to dispense his trademark advice.

“alright, spill it,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. “you’ve got this look that says you’re about to burst.”

with a deep breath, i poured out my tangled emotions, and tooru listened intently, nodding thoughtfully. after a pause, he finally spoke, “listen, liking someine isn’t a formula you can solve with logic alone. It’s about being honest with yourself and with koushi. if you care about him this much, just let them him know—no scripts, no pressure. sometimes, the best thing you can do is be brave enough to show your true feelings.”

his words, simple yet profound, gave me a newfound sense of clarity and courage, making me feel ready to take the leap and face the uncertainty with a hopeful heart.

i felt like i could breathe again.

"kei was right. you do have really good advice. your boyfriend is really lucky to have you," i praised. tooru laughed in response.

"he would probably say otherwise, but thank you y/n."

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[healmyhrt]

⌗ lick, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: movie night turns into something more.

disclaimers!: established relationship, oral sex, kissing, fluff, use of y/n

a/n: lmk how i did guys bc ive never written any nick smut IN MY LIFE 😖😖

“did you pick a movie yet?” i yell into nick’s bedroom, from his bathroom. i hear the remote click a few more times, and i roll my eyes.

turning off the light switch, i walk back into his room. i snuggle next to him, and nick throws the blanket over us.

“edward scissorhands.”

i sigh, and smile at him. “of course.” nick puts his arm around my shoulder, and i lean my head onto his. the movie starts and we both focus on the tv screen.

“it’s almost time.” nick whispers into my ear, and i can feel the smile on his face. everytime we watch edward scissorhands, we always kiss at the same time during the kiss scene between edward and kim.

this time nick seemed more excited than usual.

we both sit up, because we know the scene is coming up. i turn to look at nick, and he’s already staring at me.

i lean in, and nick immediately smashes his lips onto mine. i smile, and go to pull away, but nick lets the kiss last longer. i mean, i don’t mind…

i move my hands to his hair, and he places one hand on my waist, and the other in my hair. the kiss is intimate as fuck, and you can tell how eager we are for one another.

i start to slide my hands toward the waistband of nick’s shorts, and he looks at me. “are you sure?” i bite my bottom lip.

“c-can i?” i question, and he nods quickly. “of course.”

i continue kissing him, slowly letting my hand travel under his waistband, and into his boxers. i palm him through the fabric, and nick grunts. i pull away, “what?”

he adjusts how he’s sitting, and spreads his legs a little to give me more work room. he leans in, and kisses me again.

i trail my fingers down to his tip, and feel it oozing with precum. i slowly begin to move my hands up and down on his cock, and nick groans into my lips.

the more i move on him, the more he starts to lose control. nick moves from my lips, and kisses down my neck as my movement becomes faster, and his trembling more rapid.

“shirt.” nick demands. i take my shirt off quickly with my free hand, and nick kisses down my chest. he gets to the waistband of my sweatpants, and looks up at me for consent.

i nod eagerly, and remove my hands from his shorts.

nick shimmy’s my sweatpants down to my knees, and straddles my legs. he slowly pulls down my boxers, keeping eye contact with me. “nick, please…”

i’m already rock hard, and nick smirks to himself. “couldn’t keep your composure with me, huh?”

i tilt my head back and close my eyes, as nick moves his mouth onto me. he slowly circles his tongue around my tip, and plunges his tongue into the slit. “fuck…” i groan.

he licks a trail of precum up my length, and massages it around with his hands. i open my eyes, and look down at him. he keeps his eyes on me as he takes almost all of me in his mouth.

nick bobs his head up and down on me, not ending the eye contact. i fold, and shut my eyes again. i feel nick take my cock out of his mouth. “no… no, please…”

“eyes on me.”

i nod, and he continues. i struggle to contain myself as nick continues to stroke me while sucking. i feel my climax getting more built up, and i start to get shaky.

“nick… im gonna…” is all i can make out. i shut my mouth to stifle the moans that threaten to leave it.

nick takes my cock out of his mouth with a pop sound, but continues moving his hands up and down on me.

my legs tremble as im about to cum, and nick stops.

“no, please.” i whine. nick presses a finger to my tip, making sure i can’t let it out. “hold it.” he demands.

i squirm underneath him, and i start sweating. i try to sit up, but the feeling is too much for me. “nick—”

“take it.” he cuts me off.

once the climax goes away, i sigh heavily, and lay back. nick pulls my boxers and sweats up together, and adjusts himself so he’s lying beside me.

he leans his head against mine, and fidgets with his fingers. “was it bad?” i shoot up, and look at him.

his eyes are anxious, and i give him a small smile. “never.” i reassure. he grins. “so you’d let me do it again, then?”

“in a heartbeat.” i say, with a sigh after, still trying to catch my breath. i lay back down, and we both face back toward the tv.

“so i guess we missed the end of the movie, huh?”

[elizaditton]

Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 12)

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The past few days at Pacific Deskmate High School have been more or less an improvement over the first two. But despite somehow becoming friends with a perthean, I've been struggling more than ever to hide my fear.

On Secandday, Derrick dropped his Biology textbook right beside me on his desk! All I could do was stand there, adrenaline flooding through my system as I ruminated on how easily I could have been crushed. Would he have even noticed if the book landed right on top of me? Was he trying to kill me? Honestly, it wouldn't be hard at all for him to drop a book like that on me and make my death look like an accident...

On Sirdday, he poked me in the middle of Algebra to ask if I had written down a certain formula before the teacher cleared the whiteboard. I'm not sure whether or not he was trying to be gentle, but the force of that unexpected poke was enough to send me into a spiral about how he could easily pin me down with nothing more than a single finger if he wanted to.

And on Forsday, after our English lesson on Greek and Latin root words, I was glad to watch him happily ramble away on the subject. It was only when he lifted me up off the desk that I guess he somehow managed to forget he was dealing with a human! He snatched me up so fast, so effortlessly, as if I didn't even weigh a thing! I thought for sure I would be flung across the room! He apologized, so I know he could tell I was scared, and that's not good.

If I were to slip up and reveal to Derrick that I have a fear, it'd ruin our friendship for sure! We'd be worse off than we were at square one! I need to make sure I'm doing whatever it takes to keep this fear hidden from him. I've never let a perthean find out about my fear before, and I don't plan on letting one find out now! Who knows how Derrick would react after finding out about my fear?

Ever since Derrick and I became friends, I've felt guilty for having this fear. I don't want him to think I see him as some kind of monster! But standing here on the balcony, watching him approach me, all I can think about is how much I want to get out of here before it's too late!

I tighten my grip on the balcony railing until my knuckles turn white to keep myself from running away, but that doesn't stop my legs from restlessly fidgeting beneath me. My heart pulsates as I'm covered by Derrick's shadow, and my lungs gasp for more air than I can take in with each shallow, shuddering breath. I need to get away from him!

"Hey, Kaylin!" Derrick says, smiling down at me.

My heart skips a beat as I stare into his big blue eyes, nothing short of terrified at the sight of my perthean friend. I try in vain to back up, my grip on the railing stopping me. I know I can't just run away— that would reveal that I'm afraid. As slowly and as steadily as I can, I take a deep breath and hold the cold surface air in for a moment before setting it free.

"Hi, D-Derrick!" I say, kicking myself for stuttering.

"How are you this morning?" Derrick asks, holding out his index finger for me.

I know I can do this, I've done it before. I release my hands from the balcony railing and carefully wrap my arms around Derrick's finger. It twitches in response to my touch, catching me by surprise. It still blows my mind how something as minute as a twitch to a perthean can translate into a harsh jolt for a human like me!

"I'm good!" I manage to squeak as Derrick lifts me from the balcony. "And you?"

"I'm doing well," he responds with a slight chuckle that I'm almost certain I can feel through his hand as he sets me down in his palm.

Once I'm settled in his hand, Derrick turns and starts heading to our first class. As we're moving along, I find myself staring at the fingers that surround me. They're a bit... close. Too close. Each long, curled digit is about the same length as I am, and about as wide as a tree trunk. A trunk of a human-scaled tree, that is— like we have in the undercity. I don't even want to consider the thought of a being with fingers that would match the width of a perthean-scaled tree! Such a being could easily hold a perthean in their hand the way my deskmate is holding me now...

I watch Derrick's fingers as they curl inward, every second inching closer and closer to where I sit in the center of his palm. My core tightens and my racing heart sinks in my chest. Does he realize what he's doing?

Without warning, each massive extremity begins to slowly wrap around me. I let out a gasp. What's he doing?! I look up at Derrick as his grip on me tightens. He's... smiling?!

My insides churn upon seeing a twisted smile plastered across my deskmate's face, and narrowed brown eyes that show no signs of mercy. My heartbeat rings in my ears as I squirm between the fingers fastened around me in a pathetic attempt to escape from Derrick's unyielding grip on me.

"W-what are you doing?!" I stammer, trembling in my deskmate's clutches.

"What I should have done the moment I first laid eyes on you," he says, letting out a loud, deranged cackle as he tightens his grip on my figure.

As I'm gasping, fighting for air, a sob rises in my throat.

"I-I thought we were friends!" I cry.

My deskmate lifts me close to his eyes. Those narrowed brown eyes... there's something off about them.

"No real perthean would be caught dead befriending a pathetic little weakling like you!"

"P-please!" I beg, tears streaming down my face as I struggle with all my might to escape this perthean's grasp. "D-Don't hurt me!"

"Huh?"

I open my eyes and look up at my deskmate. He's stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at me. His big, blue eyes look to be searching mine for some kind of explanation to what must have sounded like quite a perplexing remark.

Blue...! I knew his eyes were blue!

I look at my surroundings. I'm in Derrick's open palm, and his fingers are only bended toward me slightly. I look at myself. One of my legs is curled inward, and the other is stretched out as if I tried to scoot backwards. Oh no. What happened here?

"Kaylin?" Derrick says as he lifts me closer to his face, his eyes filled with concern. "Don't what?"

"I-I—" I stutter.

I stare into Derrick's eyes, my heart sinking further in my chest with each rapid beat. I can't think of anything to say! He's bound to realize I have a fear now!

"Don't... don't forget there's an English quiz today!" I blurt out.

Really?! That's all I could think to say?!

"Oh, is that all?" Derrick says with a chuckle. "I could have sworn..."

I resist the urge to curl up into a ball with all my might as I quake in my deskmate's hand. Is he about to call me out?

"Nah, it's nothing. Nevermind," he says, continuing the walk to our first class.

That was close. Too close.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Brittney huffs and puffs down the hall with the neon pink and orange lunchbox she retrieved from her locker after gym. Even after cool-down, showering, and changing back into our regular uniforms, I'm surprised to see her still struggling to catch her breath.

"Hey," I say, coming alongside her after we reach the cafeteria. "Good running today."

"Thanks!" She laughs. "Running always takes it out of me, but knowing lunch was coming was enough to keep me going!"

We sit down together at an empty table and take out our lunch. I unwrap what I'm decently sure is a turkey and swiss sandwich and take a bite. Brittney takes out a thermos and a grilled cheese.

"Grilled cheese again?" I ask.

"I guess so. What's the note of the day?" Brittney asks.

I'd completely forgotten to check for a note from Dad. I rummage around the brown paper bag in front of me and pull out a note. This one says:

What is a geode without its crystals, an oyster without its pearl?

So it is with a person's heart.

- Zenara

"Wow," Brittney says. "I didn't think your Dad was one to quote Zenara."

"He found one of my mom's old poetry books when we were moving and has been flipping through it over the past few days," I say, setting the scrap of paper down on the table. "I'll probably be getting more notes like this."

"So..." Brittney says, folding her hands together and propping her chin on top of them. "Speaking of looking into people's hearts, how are things going with Derrick?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, befuddled.

Brittney rolls her eyes. "You know, seeing him for how he is on the inside in spite of how he appears on the outside! Like the quote?"

"So that's what that means?" I say, looking back to the note. I've never really been one for poetry— it usually goes right over my head. I figured it was the same with Dad, and especially Brittney.

"Anyway, spill it! How are you two getting along?" Brittney asks, eyes wide with anticipation.

"You say that like we're dating or something!"

"You know what I mean, girl, now spill!"

"Well," I sigh, "things are going... well, they're going."

Brittney pouts. "Come on, you know I want more than that!"

"Okay, fine, fine!" I say, waving my hands. I stare at my sandwich in contemplation. "Ever since we became friends... I've felt guilty for having a fear. And not only that, it's been getting harder to hide it!"

"Go on," Brittney says, her brows turning upward.

"I guess it's only a matter of time before Derrick finds out about my fear. And after that, I'm not so sure he'll want to stay friends with me."

"Why not?" Brittney asks.

"I mean— who would want to be friends with someone who only thinks of them as some kind of monster that's out to get them?" I rest my cheek on my hand in defeat. "Maybe I should just tell him I have a fear and get it over with. That way, at least I'll know how he feels, and if he doesn't want to be friends anymore then it'll hurt less now than it would if he found out later on."

"I-I wouldn't do that!" Brittney blurts out.

"What?"

"I-I mean, normally I'd tell you to be honest, but Derrick..." Brittney trails off, looking down into her soup.

What's she going on about?

"Brittney, what about Derrick?" I ask.

Brittney shakes her head. "Nothing. It's nothing. What I mean to say is... I don't think telling him outright that you have a fear would be the best idea."

"Why not?"

"Well, some pertheans don't really know how to act around humans who are afraid of them. For some, it might get to them."

My insides twist. "Are you saying Derrick is like that? Would he really be hurt to find out about my fear?"

"Well..." Brittney says, averting her gaze. "All I'm saying is I wouldn't tell him if I were you. Derrick is... sensitive."

I know Brittney's known Derrick much longer than I have. If she says I shouldn't tell him about my fear, I'm inclined to trust her judgment. I just can't help but wonder... what isn't she saying?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"So, what are you up to this weekend?" Brittney asks as we approach the spot on the balcony where we've been meeting up with the boys.

"I don't know, I might try my hand at gardening. We found one of those indoor planters when we were going through our stuff before the move."

"Ooh!" Brittney says, clapping. "Gardening! I've always wanted to try! Especially since the undercity is so void of greenery compared to above ground."

"After that, Dad and I will probably watch Stranded together," I say, wondering how much we need to catch up on before Restday night's new episode.

Brittney's eyes get wide and she grabs onto both of my arms. "Did you say... did you say Stranded?!"

"Um... yeah?" I say as I look down at the hands gripping my arms, her grip a bit too tight for my liking.

"I. Love. Stranded. It's like, my favorite show ever!" She gasps. "Do you read fanfiction?! I'm working on this one story about Jack and Merlot— I should totally send it over to you!"

"Hey guys!" my deskmate says.

Dread fills the air, and a burning anxiety creeps up my spine. My legs quake, and I nearly trip over them as I leap behind Brittney to shield myself from this perthean boy. This perthean boy... who's supposed to be my friend. I realize I shouldn't be hiding from Derrick, especially since I don't want him to find out about my fear— but no matter what I do, I can't seem to stop myself from shaking uncontrollably like a cold, wet puppy!

"Kaylin? Are you—" Derrick starts.

Brittney laughs. "If you think this is bad, you should have seen her this morning when I snuck up on her with a hug!"

What? Brittney didn't do that! I didn't even see her today until it was time for gym! I look at Brittney, and she looks back at me. She winks.

"Ha, ha... yeah," I say, slowly coming out from behind my friend. I fold my hands together in front of me, all the while trying my hardest to suppress my unrelenting trembling.

I look up at Derrick, who stares right back at me with a blank expression. He hums flatly. Does he buy it?

"Well, I'm not sure where Kevin went, but Kaylin and I should probably be getting to Biology," Derrick says. "Are you okay waiting by yourself?"

"Yeah," Brittney says. "Kevin's a slacker. I'm used to it by now. You guys go on ahead!"

A knot forms in my throat as Derrick lifts his index finger and places it in front of me. With how many times we've had to do this so far, even today alone, shouldn't I be used to this by now? I try to be discreet about wiping my sweaty hands on my skirt, and then manage to wrap my arms around Derrick's finger in spite of the sinking, spiraling feeling in my gut.

"Have fun, you two!" Brittney calls out as Derrick lifts me from the balcony.

I expect Derrick to say something in turn, but he remains silent. He places me in his palm and turns to head to our Biology class. He remains silent the whole trip there.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Our Koronian class has nearly passed us by, and Derrick has barely spoken a word to me since the incident at the balcony before Biology. I try to focus on the lesson being taught, but the history of adjectives in the Koronian language fails to occupy my brain as much as my anxiety does.

Does he know I have a fear? Is he mad at me? Does he think I see him as a monster? Does he still want to be friends with me, or is he thinking about some way to go about telling me how inconsiderate it is to have a fear of pertheans? What if he hates me? What if we end up being stuck in an even more awkward relationship than what we had when we first met? What if he doesn't want to be deskmates anymore?

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Derrick's notetaking. I know he loves languages, so I was sure he'd be taking as many notes about Koronian as possible during class. What I find odd, though, is that I haven't heard him write anything down until now. After a few seconds of pencil scratching, he goes silent again.

I try to take my focus off of Derrick and keep it on the teacher, but just as I tune back into the lesson, his notebook slides into my peripheral vision. Do I dare look? I pretend I don't see the notebook and shift my focus away from Derrick. After a moment, he slides the notebook closer to me. As worried as I am, I can't help but wonder what he wants to tell me. I hesitate, but take the bait and read the note presented to me.

Are you afraid of me?

Hot blood rushes to my cheeks, and my heart pounds against my ribcage. My whole frame trembles as I turn my head to the shaking hands in my lap. He knows.

I try to steady my quivering breaths. I can't let myself panic. Not now. Not in the middle of this class, not in front of all these pertheans... not in front of Derrick. We're so close to the end of the schoolday. All I have to do is sit through the rest of Koronian, get to the balcony, and go home! He'll forget all about this tomorrow, and I'll have a better chance to hide my fear then.

Derrick taps his notebook, drawing my attention back to it. Why is he so insistent? He underlines the question he wrote with his pencil. He's not going to be satisfied without an answer, is he?

I stare down at my own notebook laying atop my desk. What should I do? Should I answer? Should I try to continue ignoring him? How long can I keep this up?

As I'm lost in contemplation again, a large, warm surface presses against my back, poking me. That's it. I scrawl down a response in my notebook.

Why are you so insistent on me answering this question?

I can't keep from trembling as I push my notebook to the side of my desk. Derrick leans over in his seat. He's so close! I try to take deep breaths in and out, but my constant shuddering makes my breathing anything but smooth.

Derrick sits back in his seat. Silence. Maybe he'll finally leave me alone. Just as I begin to let my shoulders droop and my muscles relax, I hear it again: the scratching of Derrick's pencil against paper. A few seconds later, he pushes his notebook back into my view.

Why are you so insistent on not answering this question?

He just won't let it go! What should I say?! What should I do?!

Brittney said I shouldn't tell Derrick about my fear because he's 'sensitive.' But what was it she didn't tell me? What's going to happen if I'm honest with Derrick? Should I lie?

Derrick underlines the question again.

Are you afraid of me?

My heart sinks, weighing me down, and there's an aching unease deep in my inner core. Do I tell him? Can I tell him? I stare at my notebook as anxiety creeps up my back and threatens to choke me. Hands trembling and barely able to grip my pencil, I write my response and slide my notebook back into Derrick's view.

I'm sorry.

He's quick to scribble down a response.

You're sorry?

I don't think and simply let my pencil glide along my paper. I slide over my answer:

I'm sorry that I'm afraid of you.

I sit in my anxiety, nervously awaiting Derrick's inevitable reply. What will he say now? Will he call me a coward? A bigot? Would he call me... a tiny?

Silence. He must be satisfied with my answer. I just hope things aren't awkward for us after class. I rub my legs to keep them from jumping up and down under my desk, and return my focus to the teacher.

Scribbling. It's quiet at first, then harsh. There's the sound of an eraser rubbing the paper, followed by more harsh scribbling. I clench my fists as tears prick the edges of my eyes. He's really going to let me have it, isn't he? My heartbeat, oddly enough, slows down as I think through what must be in store for me. Deep down, he's no different than that man, is he? Merciless. Unforgiving. Cruel. No perthean could ever be understanding when someone thinks of them as a monster, could they?

Derrick slides his notebook back over. Blinking back tears, I brace for impact, breathing in and out, and turn to see what it is he's penned.

Let me help you.

What? What's he talking about? He's not going to let me have it? I hesitate before looking back at Derrick as apprehensively as ever. He's... smiling.

"What?" I whisper.

He points to what he wrote on the page, and looks back at me. I spin back around in my seat, my mind buzzing with questions. What does he mean? Is that even possible? Is he joking? I pull my notebook back towards myself and start writing. Once I'm finished writing, I push my notebook back into Derrick's view.

What are you talking about?

Again, he doesn't hesitate, but writes his response swiftly.

Are you free to meet behind the school after class?

An uneasiness creeps up from my gut and into my throat. I gulp. He wants to meet after school? What does this mean? Is he serious, or does he have something more sinister in mind? I stare at my hands in my lap. What should I do?

I turn around and look Derrick in the eyes. As he smiles at me, his wide blue eyes seem to smile, too. I have no idea what to say, and I can barely breathe! He looks at me with anticipation. Almost as if to ask, 'Well? What do you say?'

I nod. I have no idea what I'm supposed to expect, but at this point, what do I have left to lose? Derrick laughs softly as he continues smiling at me.

"Mr. Drake and Miss Finch!" the teacher says, raising her voice and catching Derrick and I by surprise. "Is there something the two of you would like to share with the rest of the class?"

I turn back around in my seat, my heart fluttering and my cheeks as hot as ever.

"No, m'am!" Derrick and I both exclaim.

I try to focus on the lesson again, but all that comes to mind is my deskmate. Really, what could he possibly mean by helping me? And what did I just sign up for?

[kiwiraccoon]

Numb, Emptiness IV

Ateez OT8 x OC

Summary: after witnessing the death of her family, her uncle sends her back to South Korea to live with the eight guys he had saved over the years. They seem to be almost, if not just, as mentally messed up as she is, and the goal is for her to help them and them to help her. Time heals, but it’s already been 11 years of suffering for her, can they really help?

overall notes: MDNI mental health: depression, anxiety, ocd, antisocial, agoraphobia, personality disorders, mental breakdowns. mentions and descriptions of gruesome deaths, gore. polygamy, shared female, suggestive, fluff, smut?, building relationships. THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED OR UNDERAGE!! this not meant to depict real Ateez but an au, not about their real selves or real struggles, I took ideas from their real selves but again not meant to be negative towards them or anything against their image… THIS IS JUST MY MORBID MIND RUNNING WILD!

Word count: 1576 (I’m sorry it’s short)

The feeling of someone reaching for my headphones drags me out of my mind space causing me to instantly grab their wrist in a tight grasp leaving my knuckles white. I look up and meet the stern eyes of my uncle telling me to let him go and allow him to speak to me. Hesitantly I let go of his wrist and allowed him to stop my music and pull my attention onto him, still doing my best to ignore anyone else who might be in the room. “Next time, and I hope there won’t be, don’t lock your door like that.” He leaves no time for me to respond, making sure I know it’s not a request but an order while putting the headphones back in my ear. I keep my eyes down as I hop down from the island countertop and make my way back to my room ready to clean up my mess.

The second I walk into my room I’m hit with the smell of cleaning products still lingering in the air and no reminder of what happened not too long ago. I don’t have to relive my breakdown by picking up the broken pieces of my mind in the form of a mirror. I don’t know who did it, but what I do know is when I find out I will do everything I can to thank them. They saved my mind from another breakdown, one that would be much smaller but still there. I take a moment to walk into my bathroom and make sure all of the mess is gone, a mirror no longer hangs on the wall. In its place a note sticks with some clear tape.

You deserve all the good things in life. You deserve to feel. You deserve to express yourself. You deserve to be cared for. You deserve to be loved.

No name is written to let me know who left me the affirmations, and I’m grateful for the lack of one. It allows me to say the words myself without hearing someone else’s voice. I can remind myself that I am deserving. I speak the words under my breath a few times until a small smile pulls at my lips. The smile reminds me that I do have control again, my life is mine, and my emotions are mine. I turn back to my room and finally look around, multiple times. It’s then I notice something on my made bed, a little stuffed animal with a note sitting on its head.

Next time you feel alone with your thoughts, hug him tight. His name is Shiber. -San

This handwriting is different from the other note telling me that the person who wrote the affirmations isn’t San. I stare at the little dog while trying to process the information. Someone I hadn’t spoken to once has gone out of their way to give me a piece of comfort through their stuffed animal. Another smile tugs at my lips as I pull Shiber up from my bed and into my arms to hug him tight just like San said. I had to admit the comfort I gained from the interaction was something I never felt before. I felt cared for, seen, and understood just by one small gesture. 

“Thank you.” I whisper into the stuffed animal as I hug him tighter while falling back into my bed to enjoy the moment of peace and clarity. Music still floods through my mind but the extra comfort helps to make the moment feel less like a distraction and more like an outstretched hand for me to hold on to.

I don’t know how long I laid there hugging Shiber, but I do know it was long enough for someone to come knocking on my door loud enough to break through my music. I stand up holding the stuffed animal in my arms to open the door while removing my headphones from my ears. “Yes?” I ask when I open the door to see who knocked. I can’t tell if my face has returned to its bored expression or if it has changed but when I meet the eyes of Mingi he pulls me into a bone crushing hug. “What’s wrong bub?”

He hugs me tighter to his body making sure I don’t slip away from him. “I was so scared, when I heard your screams. I couldn’t get in to check on you. God I was so scared.” He confesses into my shoulder letting tears slip from his eyes onto the thin fabric of my long sleeve shirt.

I pull away from the hug to tug him into my room and close the door to give our conversation some privacy. He looks at me in confusion while tears roll down his face. I just try to make a small smile form on my face while I pull him to my bed so we can sit together in a comfortable place. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re smiling.” He notes letting me know that my emotions are showing.

I smile a little bit more at the fact I can show some emotion. “I broke free.” I look around my room remembering a cute little plushie that is no longer in my arms. I see Shiber on the ground and quickly pick him up to return him into my hold for comfort once again. 

“Is that what happened?” He asks, smiling through the tears.

“Uh yea. At first, all the negative thoughts were winning until I had enough. I had nothing to hide from anymore. No one was actively hurting me anymore.” I admit hugging Shiber tighter while burying my face into the soft pillow. 

Mingi moves to wrap his long arms around me letting me still hold on to Shiber while he also comforts me in the vulnerable moment. “I’m proud of you. You went through a lot and you managed to come out stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. I hope you know I’ll always be here even when you’re annoyingly happy all the time. Which is the goal.”

“What goal?” I ask pulling out of the hug again to meet his eyes.

“My life goal is to make you happy, I never cared if you showed it but I just wanted you to be happy truly. And that’s why I was so scared when I heard you breaking down. Your screams sent my body into fight mode, I wanted to break down your door so badly. I was ready to tackle anyone who got in my way.” The way his eyes shine with sincerity makes tears form in my eyes. I have never felt so loved and cared for before by anyone other than my uncle. Mingi unknowingly became one of the most important people in my life just by being here.

I pull Mingi into a hug without Shiber between us, my arms wrap tightly around his shoulders as his go around my waist. We keep close for a while just enjoying the moment together to know we are both okay and we are both happy.

“Kai di- oh sorry.” Wooyoung quickly pulls away from peeking in the door and slightly closes it leaving a slight crack. 

“Yes Wooyoung?” I simply ask not feeling any negativity due to his presence.

He pops his head back in through the door with a sorry smile on his face, “I was just wondering if you still wanted to eat some pizza?”

I let out a small chuckle and I watch as Wooyoungs face goes from embarrassed to surprised quickly and before I know it he is tackling me onto my bed in a bear hug. He laughs in the hug ignoring Mingi scolding him for invading my personal space. “You just laughed!” He leans up on his arms hovering above me with a stupid big smile on his face. He is in disbelief at what he just heard and what he sees. Me smiling and laughing at his face and I can’t help but life my hand up and poke his prominent cheeks.

“I did.” We chuckle together and he slaps my hand away in a joking way before pulling me back into a strong hug. “You’re crushing me Woo.”

“Woo!? You just called me Woo!” He freaks out again now completely sitting up above me looking at me as if I just committed arson on his favorite clothing item. I nod and smile as much as I can, which is only a little bit. “WAIT! You… you’re smiling and laughing!!!” He yells absolutely losing his mind.

“Quiet down!” Mingi hisses at his younger friend, he knows everyone has now heard. And telling by the loud footsteps coming up the stairs they are all coming to see what all the fuss is.

Wooyoung looks apologetic and starts to say his apologies until he is interrupted by the rest of my housemates running. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What happened?”

“Is Kai okay?”

“Why are you yelling?”

“What’s going on?”

So many questions asked, causing me to laugh at the chaos ensuing in my small room. This shuts everyone up as they all look at me in confusion. No one says anything just listens to me laughing uncontrollably, they all looked to worried when they walked in and now they hold nothing but confusion on their faces.

“Is she laughing?” I hear Jongho whisper to Yunho standing beside him.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hii!! This is my first time kinda requesting/asking something of you and I wanted to know if you're comfortable with doing it 😋😋 Would you be able to do a TPN (possibly+separate) trio with a GN/Fem!reader with not severe but pretty bad attachment issues or separation anxiety? Like the reader has been in the orphanage for a while, but always chooses that one (Ray, Norman, Emma) to attach to as a safety person? It's been a struggle for me since I was young and you are such a good writer, so maaayybbeee you could write it? Feel free to add or change anything to it!!<33 P.S depending on whether or not you can write it, can I be 🌷or💗 anon?

Hey cloud puff, glad you could join the clouds! Thanks for your first request, and for the kind words! I have attachment issues as well, so this is yet another fic of me simply describing myself lol. And of course you can be 🌷anon! I’ll add you to the list darling. <3 I decided to turn this into angst so prepare for tears. 👹👹👹 Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman, Ray, Emma (ft. Mom)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Mentions of attachment issues

Style: Hcs

Summary: the trio with a reader who has attachment issues

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

You were born in the orphanage, and grew up there along with all your siblings. But, whenever you made a close friend, they ended up getting adopted, leaving you all alone. What hurt even more was that you never heard of them again. So, when you ended up befriending the trio, you constantly feared that one day they would leave you too.

Norman was used to your clinginess, how you’d always follow him around like a lost pup, practically glued to his hip. Hell, sometimes you’d even have your arms wrapped around one of his as you two walked side by side. Almost 24 hours of your day is spent as close to him as possible, but sadly you simply couldn’t be by his side all day, yet you still tried. Not that he minded!

Emma enjoys having you around as a playmate! You two would run around and play games together, sometimes just laying in the grass and gazing at the sky above you. You were always apart of her little shenanigans, you being her go-to person when she has mischief in mind! The two of you tell each other everything, and definitely have secret handshakes/signals that only the two of you understand. :)

Ray wasn’t as fond of your closeness as the other two, enjoying his space and alone time, but he still appreciated your company. You’d often join him in reading sessions or long conversations in the library. Sometimes you two would sit under his usual tree and write/draw in the dirt with sticks. When his social battery was drained, he’d send you off to Emma or Norman whilst he recharged. Though, you being so clingy made it easier for him to tell you the secret. Short story you ended up having a breakdown in his arms, to which he comforted you through the entire thing, until your screams turned to sobs, your sobs turned to whimpers, and your whimpers turned to deep breaths as you slowly regained control of yourself.

So imagine how hurt you were when you figured out Norman was being “adopted”. And the fact that you now knew the secret made it even more heart breaking. You now know why you never heard from your other siblings, and now Norman was about to join them. You simply couldn’t take it. Not him, anyone but him.

You stopped caring that you were supposed to be hiding the fact that you knew the secret, and barged into Mom’s office. She looked up from her desk shocked, but smiled warmly at your rage filled, yet tearful expression. How could she smile at something like this?

You slammed your hands on her desk, demanding that you were shipped out in Norman’s place. You’d do anything, anything at all, as long as it meant keeping Norman alive for just a bit longer. Mom quickly hushed you, reminding you that the other children can’t hear you, but agreed she’d think about it.

So that’s how you ended up here, in the forest, past the fence, with the trio standing behind you and Mom directly in front. No other children in the way, no more pretending, just a conversation where everyone can finally be themselves.

“I’ve decided that Y/N will be shipped out in Norman’s place, and the three of you will be the first children to survive up to 13. I hope you’re happy with this arrangement, Y/N.” Norman was the first to run up to you, shaking your shoulders, asking you if you were out of your mind and what you were thinking. Ray was next, giving you a good slap, to which Norman scolded Ray for, but the raven haired boy simply brushed it off.

“Idiot! What do you think you’re doing?!” You rubbed your now red cheek, but looked the three children in the eye with a serious expression.

“It’ll be better this way. This gives you guys more time to enjoy life. Besides, your brains will be more developed, so you’ll taste better.” You acted like you simply wanted the three to live longer, even throwing out that last bit to make Mom consider keeping the children alive even longer to develop their brains more. But what Mom didn’t catch was your quick wink, signaling the children that there was more to the story. Emma stepped in first, forcing herself to cry (well let’s be fair, she felt like crying as soon as she heard you’d be getting shipped out, so it wasn’t that difficult to start spilling tears) and embraced you, the two boys joining, putting on quite the believable show that they’d given up. Mom simply smiled before walking off.

When you were sure she was gone and out of ear-shot, you stepped away from your friends.

“Guys please, I know this sucks but this is our only way for us to escape! Mom’s giving you guys more time to live, so it gives you more time to train. Somebody has to die to save the rest, and I’d rather that person be me.” Yet again, you were given a hard slap, almost knocking you to the ground this time.

“You think you’re doing us a favor?! We can all survive if we just-“

“No Ray, we can’t! We don’t know what’s really out there, we don’t know what we’re up against, so be realistic! Besides, I’m tired of losing people, so this sacrifice is just doing me a favor.” With that, you stormed out the forest, leaving the 3 other children in shock.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

This is pretty different from what I think the anon originally wanted, so if you want an alternative feel free to send in another request! If not, you can also request a part 2! :)

[queenofmistresses]

A/N this is a very selfish one, just completely venting in the form of a fic ngl, enjoy!

Today was… well I don’t even know anymore. I feel like there’s a knot in my chest and like I’m completely alone. I hate this feeling. Sometimes the feeling goes, it’s reduced to just a thought in the back in my mind, I can feel other things. But it’s always there. And sometimes I have days like this. Days like hell. Where I don’t want to move. Days where I want to hide under my blankets like a child and be left alone by the world.

I don’t go to school. My mum lets me stay in. I don’t think I could face them. I ask her to tell the sheriff to tell Stiles so he’s not waiting up for me. I miss him on days like this. The only thing I want in the world when I’m like this is, him. Just spending time with him. He makes me feel safe, and comforted. But I don’t know how to tell him that. What if he doesn’t want to? What if he’s busy? What if he’s doing something important? What if he doesn’t care? A million thoughts run through my head in a sea of loneliness, cringe, I know. I just don’t know what I can listen to and what I can’t. So I let myself sit in it, and hide.

There’s a knock on my door, probably my mum saying goodbye to me before she has to go to work. I hate being alone, even if it’s just for a short amount of time, when i get like this i feel abandoned when I’m left alone. I don’t respond, she knows I don’t like to talk much like this. The knock is more of a warning for me.

I hear the door open slowly, and a weight comes down on my bed. “Y/n?” That’s not my mum. I slowly peek my head out of the covers and look at him. I feel myself reach my breaking point and start to tear up.

“Stiles?” I ask, not entirely sure that I believe he’s here, without me even asking him to. He nods and smiles gently at me.

“Hey love, your mum said you’re struggling today. Thought I’d come and see if you’d like some company? If you want me to go I can, I understand if you want some space but I’d like to be here if you want me.”

A part of me yells to tell him he can leave and that I’m fine. Telling me he’s just doing it because he has to, not because he wants to. But by now I’m almost sobbing and before I can stop myself I’m nodding and holding my arms out for him.

He leans down and holds onto me tight. Moving me so that I’m lying on top of him and he holds me against his chest tight, kissing me lightly on my head. He’s murmuring sweet words at me, telling me he loves me, I’m not a burden, he wants to be there, that everything will be okay in the end. Everything I need to hear but would never admit out loud.

He holds me there most of the day, even letting me fall asleep on top of him, we watch some TV, my favourite show, and he keeps reminding me everything he said before, every time just as I’m beginning to forget.

There’s still a part of me telling me it’s a lie, but Stiles telling me that it’s not true, that he loves me, makes me feel better, makes it easier to cope with that voice. I feel so much safer with him, and by the end of the day I feel so much better.

[daydreaming-jessi]

Hey! Here’s a lil continuation of the alien ocs I finally finished! And here’s a lil ending thing I wrote up, cause I didn’t wanna draw more.

It was weird to be so easily scooped up by someone other than Raph after so long. Unfortunately, Leo’s harness dug uncomfortably into his neck, forcing his moment of frozen shock short as he instinctively tried to wriggle away, and free up his air passage. The struggle was useless, of course, he could see the muscle this strange creature possessed flexing as they carried Donnie like a sack of green potatoes. However, it didn’t seem to go unnoticed, as Leo found himself being tossed up slightly and settled into a better position, this time enclosed by a wicked pincer that replaced the arm that once held him. He instinctively yelped, and the creature gave an amused huff. He glanced up to see the creature eying him bemusedly, and they gave him a wide grin in return. The back of his neck tingled as his mind noted just how eerily familiar that grin was, he’d seen those teeth before, but where? It was going to bug him endlessly if he didn’t figure this out, like a stuck scute in the center of his shell, impossible to reach and scratch at.

“Alright, alright, you’ve caught us, we broke in and disturbed your peace and all that, but listen, uh…. Thing. There’s something else incredibly dangerous living in this building, and me and my brothers are gonna be the only things standing between you and a world of misery, so set me and my dear Donathon down, and we’ll real quick take care of that pest for you, m’kay? We won’t even charge you, which is a steal considering how good we are at pest control!” He gave the creature his winning thousand watt smile that no one could resist, and the creature gave him a, still bemused, but ultimately unimpressed look. An unfortunately recurring reaction Leo kept getting from everyone he flashed his winning smile to.

“I think I can take care of myself. Thank you for the generous offer, though, buddo, really appreciate it.” Their voice didn’t sound that deep, it was higher like April’s in fact, and yet it somehow rumbled through Leo’s chest like a thousand bass solos, farther than even Raph’s churrs could ever dream of reaching. It was like multiple voices were laced together, but only one was audible to Leo’s ears, the others too low to be caught by his cochlea.

Donnie began to struggle, seeming to have finally come to his own senses as well. “No, no, no, you wanna listen to him. I dunno if you remember a few months ago, New York laying in ruins, ring a bell? Planet almost completely decimated by a moon sized hunk of flesh that exploded in the sky? One of the things that caused all that is running around here unchecked, and the longer it’s free, the more destruction it can-“ The creature suddenly came to a halt that jostled the boys, interrupting Donnie’s growing rant with a slightly pained wheeze as his middle rammed into the arm currently keeping him locked in place.

“Looks like this is your stop!” The creature nudged the door open with a foot, revealing the trash cans and dumpsters of the alley running by the side of the building, lit only by the distant street lamps running out front and the rapidly disappearing dusk. There, Raph and Mikey were struggling to dig themselves out of the masses of black plastic bags threatening to bury them. “Now then, out you go!” Leo watched as Donnie was flung out into the alley, right into Mikey and toppling more garbage bags onto Raph.

He only had a moment to assess the state of his brothers, though, before Leo was face to face with the strange creature again. It was bizarre, he’d never seen a mutant or yokai like them before, nothing on earth could really come close to describing them, and yet, he knew their face. He’d seen the shape of their jaw square, the strange triceratops-like frill crowning their head, he just had to remember where. He couldn’t really think though when he was brought closer to their face, their yellow and orange eyes drilling holes into his own. Their bemusement faded into a serious look, and Leo subconsciously leaned back as his instincts kicked into hyperdrive. This thing was dangerous, and could very easily hurt him, and he was rapidly realizing that as the ease that had softened their features left, revealing sharp, intelligent life that studied him like a specimen, dissecting him right there for all his strengths and weaknesses. Whatever this thing was, it was also a warrior, and one Leo couldn’t really see himself winning against easily.

Then, just as quickly as the fearful look came over their face, it passed, replaced by a more calm demeanor. “Alright, now look. I don’t know what you lot know about Krang, but I understand your concern. Krang are dangerous. But this one you’ve met is different, and maybe you don’t believe me. But I will not let you hurt him.” Their brow furrowed with a klink, and for some ungodly reason Leo’s brain had to note that the gray dots must be piercings.

Still, the rest of his brain was fully intimidated by the look the creature gave him. He knew that intense ferocity furrowing their brow and trying to pull their mouth into a snarl, the contained but raging inferno of protectiveness blazing in their eyes. It was like looking into a mirror.

Then the creature smiled once more, and the serious air about them vanished, as if it never existed in the first place.

“Now, don’t break into our house ever again, m’kay? Bye-ee!”

Before he could respond, Leo felt himself be tossed backwards, and found himself surrounded by odorous plastic bags. He struggled to breach the black pit, arms flailing for any kind of purchase.

The door to the abandoned building slammed shut just as he reached fresh air, and he saw Mikey pop out of the garbage pit onto solid ground before the rest of them.

“Wait! My nunchaku! No!”

The doorknob rattled uselessly under Mikey’s hands, and he stared in despair at the now locked door.

Donnie emerged from the trash next and shot their youngest brother a frown as he tried to help Raph sit up straight. “Tough luck, Angelo. No way are we breaching this castle again for a while.”

“Man, Dad’s gonna kill us! We promised him we’d be careful, now when we show up covered in garbage and missing half our weapons, he’s never gonna let us go out again, especially when he knows why!”

The other turtles exchanged an uneasy look. Mikey was right, Splinter was gonna lose his mind when he found out about what they’d just been through, harmless as it was.

Upon hearing no reassurances from the three behind him, only uncertain silence, Mikey pressed the palms of his hands into his eye sockets and groaned. How could he be so careless? Yes it’d been a minute since they’d done this, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse. They were heroes, and heroes didn’t lose track of their weapons, or fall into traps, or get kicked out of the house they were scouting. This was a disaster.

Mikey uncovered his eyes as his hands slid up over his mask to his forehead miserably, and nearly screamed when he saw a pair of neon yellow, luminescent eyes staring right back at him.

The Krang that’d been tormenting them for the past half hour wriggled a tentacle at them, delicately balanced on the metal poles of the fire escape high above them. He seemed to be carrying something, but the light was rapidly disappearing into a gray twilight, making it all the harder to see.

“Hi. You dropped this.” It revealed another of its tentacles, clutching a familiar crosscut saw, before releasing its grip.

Mikey jumped and rushed to catch his weapon, gasping with relief as his beloved nunchaku appeared in his grip once more with a fiery blaze. “My baby! Don’t you ever leave my sight again!” He cradled the nunchaku delicately as he squished them to his cheek, like he would his first child.

“Don’t forget these, either.”

A hoe and hand rake joined the party, dropping safely onto the plushy garbage bags, rather than the ungiving asphalt. The turtles stared in awe at their returned weapons, before looking back up to the Krang, their eyes widening to the size of saucer plates. It watched them back, and if one were generous, they’d describe the krang’s slit pupiled eyes as thoughtful.

Then it smiled, and gave a child like giggle. “It was fun testing my home defense on you guys, glad to know they work. But next time you want tech, just ask. Lew and I don’t like uninvited guests.”

It finally revealed one last tentacle, clutching something, which it uncurled to let the strange item drop into Donnie’s lap. He jumped, and Raph and Leo both ducked back as his titanium shell claw snatched up the device. There it was revealed to be a strange black and gray metal orb, the size of a bouncy ball, with a couple small blinking lights and a single screw keeping it all intact.

“Okay, bye now earthlings!” The Krang wriggled its tentacle at the turtles again, and skittered off the fire escape back inside the adjacent open window.

For a long moment, no one spoke, instead staring at the now empty window, each individual turtle working through his own tangled series of questions and thoughts, dread filling the air like a noxious gas. Or maybe it was the clinging garbage smell on their shells.

Eventually, Leo managed to work words past the bitter taste on his tongue, and broke the silence, as he was skilled in. “So, not the worst first mission after our little mini vacation. I mean, not the best, but hey, it could’ve been way worse!!”

The three withering looks he got from his brothers were worse than the last foam dart that was distantly fired off and stuck squarely to his forehead. He glowered and flicked off the offending ammunition.

“Guys, was that really a krang?” Mikey asked, looking back up to the window with a strange emotion.

“I’m not sure what else it could be, not like we know a lot of other pink tentacle alien things with an affinity for giving us a run for our money,” Donnie replied, scooping his staff up with a purple flare while lowering his goggles to get a better look at the piece of tech they’d ‘liberated’ on their mission.

Mikey shook his head, looking back down to his reunited nunchaku. “But it was so small, and less spiky, and veiny.” And not that take over the world-y, his mind quietly supplied.

“And what about that big guy? I never seen anything like that before,” Raph noted, heaving himself up properly and brushing off scraps of paper stuck to his spikes. He grabbed his own lost weapon, returning it to its sai form before reaching down and helping Leo out of the trash pile.

“Speaking of that behemoth, call me crazy, but that thing was familiar right?! It’s been driving me crazy, I swear we saw it before!” Leo exploded, pointing back at the building.

“If I remember correctly, which I do because I took several dozen pictures and videos to study, that creature we just encountered seemed to be a more flesh-covered version of the titan armors the Krang leader had. It seems like the armor were designed after its skeletal structure, though I can’t say for sure until I perform some radiographs of my own,” Donnie pulled up some screens on his wrist-pad showing the old brute, fortunately covered in clinical notes and arrows pointing to certain parts of the armor Donnie had taken interest in, especially around the middle part which seemed to have a more vengeful scribble over it, covering its squishier control center.

“I knew it! Yes! Finally Donnie’s creepy habit of recording everything comes through!” Leo victoriously posed, while Donnie squawked at the backhanded insult, quick to point out the multiple other times his ‘creepy habit’ had dug them out of their own holes.

Mikey ignored them, though, still staring at the window as his mind brewed, thoughts of Krang and aliens flitting through.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him look up to Raph, giving him a reassuring smile. He turned his head back to the still bickering Donnie and Leo, and put an end to their argument.

“Alright guys, I think that’s enough for tonight. Let’s head home and come up with a new game plan. And, uh, maybe shower while we’re at it before Dad asks.”

“Agreed. Ugh, I did not miss the after mission odor,” Donnie grimaced and Leo playfully nudged him.

“Aw, come on! It’s a little nostalgic this time, after so long without it.”

The four headed out, but Mikey still lingered, looking back one last time. He didn’t have incredible night vision, but he could’ve sworn he saw two figures looking back.

Hesitantly, he raised a hand in farewell. He was a polite turtle.

“Mikey, if you don’t hurry up you’ll end up last in line for the bathroom.”

He turned and hurried after his brothers. He so did not want to shower in the gross stink his brothers would leave behind.

[norcumii]

Sunday way-beyond-six

To keep with today’s apparent theme, we’ve got the first, unfinished attempt at my Rex/Obi week entry. Well. Chapters 1 and 2 came first, then I tried to expand into details here, ended up drowning in said details and realizing it was WAY more than I could/should get into and would never finish in time ANYWAYS. I might come back to this one day, but I doubt anytime soon because I’ve got so many ideas from the bingo and never enough brains to work on ALL THE THINGS.

So! Without cleanup or any promises of coherency, some more Rex and Gargoyle!Obi-Wan!

*****

It was a roasting, humid summer evening when Rex discovered the guy he’d been hired to follow wasn’t cheating on his wife, but instead was a drug dealer.

The problem with drug dealers, as compared to adulterers, was that they tended to come with goons. At least these goons were walls of muscle that relied on intimidation, which didn’t mean much to someone who had to regularly endure roughhousing from a professional kickboxer who always played dirty.

Of course the not-really-an-adulterer had run off by the time Rex had taken down the two goons. He was trying to decide if it was worth calling in to the nearest cop shop in hopes assault and drug possession would stick or if he should chase down the target, again, when the skinny little asshole came flying out of the shadows. The unconscious asshole slumped down over his buddies with a groan, and Rex whipped around, gun finally pulled and leveled at the shadows where the body came from.

He did not need to get caught in the middle of some kind of turf dispute. “Come on out where I can see you!” Rex demanded, resettling his grip on the gun. He could see the outline of someone there, but nothing more, and they hesitated. “Don’t make me pull out the badge and make this official,” he bluffed. While Rex technically had a badge and associated up-to-date paperwork, ‘bail enforcement agent’ wasn’t ‘police’ and he had no actual authority.

The little alley stewed a moment long, then slowly the figure stepped out from the shadows. Rex’s jaw dropped a little, but at least the weapon didn’t waver.

Cody can never learn of this, he thought distantly, before clearing his throat. The figure had stopped once it was in decent light, head cocked and one brow raised. It was definitively not human, with blue skin, giant clawed feet, wings and horns. The kilt and thick leather belt were a disconcerting contrast, the reddish-blond mullet even moreso, and the neatly trimmed beard and mustache just flat out made Rex’s brain short-circuit.

On the one hand, everything from the pointed ears to clawed toes said ‘monster,’ but on the other hand so very much else just said ‘hot’ – Cody’s years of accusations about Rex being a monsterfucker aside, because his twin was an unmitigated asshole with no appreciation for creature features or general horror films.

“Er, hello?” Rex dared to ask. The other brow rose to match the first.

“Hello there.” It raised a hand, pointing a clawed talon at the gun. “I presume that’s a weapon of some kind – some sort of, what, hand-crossbow or the like?”

This was too surreal and could not be happening. “...sure, something like that,” Rex said, because what else could he do?

“It doesn’t look very effective. Is it?” The whatever-it-was looked genuinely curious, like it’d never run across a gun before.

“Very.”

“I see.” It nodded once, more to itself. “Well, then if you wouldn’t mind pointing it elsewhere, somewhere not at me, I would appreciate it.”

“That’s nice.” Rex had to struggle to not roll his eyes. “And if I do that, are you gonna –” Eat me – suck my – oh god, there’s no safe train of thought anywhere. “– harm me?”

“I’ve no intention of doing so,” the creature said, mild as could be. “Mind you,” it added almost as an afterthought, “I will defend myself or others if need be.”

Well color him shocked. “And I should just, what, take your word for it?”

“Hopefully so!” it declared, beaming.

“Yeah everyone says that. Guess how reliable that is.”

“Well if everyone says it – do I look like anyone you’ve ever met?”

That was possibly the most ridiculous thing in an already surreal, very weird night. “No.”

“There you go then.”

Rex could practically hear rebooting noises from his brain as that bit of logic mangling processed. “Do you normally play this many word games on people you’ve just met?”

The creature grinned, showing off impressive fangs there were absolutely not hot. “Only when they’re holding weapons on me.”

The creature had a point. It hadn’t done anything but banter so far – aside from helping Rex by keeping not-really-an-adulterer from getting away. Smart money said to hold the stalemate, but Rex had just a little too much faith in humanity – or whatever the next door neighbor was.

He lowered the gun, resetting the safety, and the creature’s posture eased for real. “I gotta deal with the cops,” he grumbled, “you probably want to get out of here before then.”

It...hesitated, then the wings settled down on its shoulders like some kind of cape. “I was actually hoping I might be able to get assistance from someone,” it said, earning a baffled look from Rex. It shrugged, an affable, helpless gesture that looked so out of place on something with so many pointy bits. “I’m a lost traveler looking for some useful information.”

“You’re. A tourist.” That both made absolute sense, and no sense whatsoever. Rex could see the way the creature’s eyes tightened, the flicker of a glance to the side – he’d dealt with enough multi-lingual folks to recognize someone doing a quick translation.

“Exactly!” it declared, beaming a beat behind. “I understand you’ve unfinished business here, but once that’s completed, perhaps we could talk? I’m happy to compensate you fairly for your time and the inconvenience.” It rolled something in its talons, flourishing some kind of silvery coin it had pulled from who-knew-where.

Rex hesitated, more from the weirdness than the cheapness. He glanced around and winced. “It’s gonna take anywhere up to like, three hours for me to deal with bureaucracy.”

“I can wait for a time, within reason. Shall we meet here again when you’ve completed your business?”

He was already shaking his head. “Not here.” He could not believe he was doing this. Rex was keenly aware of the level of stupidity – among other things – involved in arranging a meetup with the creature. “There’s a park, a few blocks that way. Meet me there later?”

It nodded, still smiling pleasantly. “That’s agreeable. I shall see you there – and consider this a down payment.” It flipped the coin at him, then lunged upwards. Rex caught the coin – way heavier than it looked – then stared as the creature dug into the brick and climbed up onto the roof.

The creature had left clawmarks. In solid fucking stone.

It was almost reassuring, because without proof, he’d be certain none of it was real.

*****

Obi-Wan glided above what felt like an endless city, grateful for the abundant breezes and warm updrafts from the leagues of smooth black stone roads. As overwhelming as this new place was, as terrifying as it had been to waken without warning in this new world of light and noise and an ever-present noxious stench – there was a majesty to it all. So many signs of abundance and foreign struggle for very different survival than he could imagine.

Terrifying, and wondrous, and he was keenly aware they needed help. A human who stood their ground, who talked with Obi-Wan rather than running or screaming – that was rare indeed. With luck, that might be the help they needed.

Obi-Wan kept a loose circuit around the building his human had gone to, grateful that the dark skin and light hair were distinctive. He emerged before the hour was up, walking with swift, discomforted strides to the nearby park. Obi-Wan waited until he’d settled onto a bench in a side corner before signaling to the rookery sibs that accompanied him, then dove down. He landed far away enough to walk into view, and it was strange to see the human relax for a breath before tensing at Obi-Wan’s presence.

“I was afraid I was gonna be stood up,” the human said with a wry grin. Obi-Wan hesitated, letting the words roll around in his brain. Padmé’s translation spell was blessing and miracle alike, but she’d warned that colloquialisms were liable to be...difficult.

He decided to guess based on context. “There was some kind of business exchange going on down the path,” he said, gesturing from the direction he hadn’t come from. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

A sour expression crossed his human’s face. “Good idea – not this late at night, not around here. It’s not exactly the best neighborhood.”

Interesting. “Then why suggest it as a meeting place?”

“Close by, safe enough, and presumably neutral territory.” The man gestured at the other end of the bench. “Have a seat if you’d like. You can call me Rex; what do I call you?”

He sat, trying to hide his delight – and relief – that this was a human who understood and presumably was accustomed to brokering information. “Obi-Wan.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

~end bit

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hello! if you're still taking fanfic asks - 5, 11, & 20!

Game questions from this meme.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

No, never. If I plonk my ass in my writing chair and struggle, then I know there's something else up that I need to address. 'Elaborate means to procrastinate', in my mind, reads as 'I am lying to myself about an issue that's stopping me from writing', and I'm not a particular fan of the phrase because it pretends that I'm not an autonomous being who can make poor choices and own them.

I don't avoid writing. I choose to write, or I don't. If I find myself distractible and make the considered choice to be gentle, that's something else. Sometimes the choice is a bad one, but at least it's one I made, not something I just 'let happen'. Sometimes it's a valid one, like now, because I'm close to moving day and Just Don't Have The Room In My Brain. But it's still a choice I'm making, not an avoidance.

More on-topic, though, playlists have never really been my thing. I have songs I associate with characters and occasionally locations, but I don't put them into a playlist. I do listen to music when I write, and it's almost always instrumental -- John Dreamer and Two Steps From Hell being particular favourites, but often soundtracks from various places. Victory (Two Steps From Hell) deserves a special mention for being my on-repeat song for a while.

I do have an instrumental song I associate with the Tir from DMW, and an instrumental for the Dead Men in particular, but unfortunately my sister gave me those on a ripped CD yonks ago and I have never known their names, so I can't point them out.

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

Penis hats. (VERY NSFW.)

I love research. Learning about new things is one of the pleasures of writing, for me. The issue is that it can sometimes get in the way of writing: it's a skill to realise a quick research jaunt is actually turning out much longer and cut it short, and change what you intended to write if necessary. (This, more than playlists, is my risk in terms of accidental distractions.)

Most of the time I can keep to quick research jaunts, but sometimes I need to consciously set that aside, or leave up a load of tabs to look at another time or to reference later. I haven't yet found a way of collating links I'm satisfied with, because if I want to know something most times I'll just google it again, but you can usually tell what I'm writing by what kind of tabs I have up next to Atticus. I do exhibit browser hygiene (in terms of having a different browser 'account' for my writing stuff) so at least I can afford to keep the tabs there until I'm done with them.

For those interested, my current writing tabs. (Inclusive counting does my head in.)

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

'Someone died in canon and I Refuse'. What, that's not a real trope name? I'm not going to TVTropes to be Official, I'm no fool.

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7. a hug where one muse picks the other up

For When You Need a Hug (Accepting across the blogs, but will be slow!)

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Another day, another intense training session in the barracks. The castle's most esteemed knights were being put to the test to prepare them for an upcoming gala. Every single one of them needed to be on high alert and ready to strike at a moment's notice. While all were deemed essential to the team, two of them were crucial - the knights assigned to the royal twins.

William and Jay were the last to finish, as they had to triumph against the most duels. It was almost sunset by the time they were finally dismissed and able to make their way back to the castle.

"Something's on your mind." William's voice was low, mindful of any eavesdroppers.

I'm fine. Jay's reply was curt, but not enough to cut the topic short.

"Jay. You can be honest with me. What's troubling you?" William stepped in front of the other knight, firmly resting both hands on their shoulders. "I'm asking as a friend, not as some 'superior' or whatever nonsense they try to attach to me. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The Knight hesitated, glancing aside as they debated what to do. Eventually, they sighed and nodded. If they were to express their worries to anyone, William was the best confidante.

It's... The Prince. He had a very important exam this afternoon. I thought we would be long finished and I could be there for him to help ease the nerves and reassure him that his hours of study would be fine. It was trivial to many, but it was a priority to Jay. They had promised to ensure that the younger twin would not feel he had to over-exert himself, as he was often prone to doing. He's been alone all day... What if he talked himself out of the exam?

"I wouldn't imagine he'd do that. From what I've seen, he works well once he's in the moment. I think he will be okay." The words were chosen to keep the conversation vague. Most never bothered to learn sign. Eavesdroppers did not need William's poor choice of words to provide context.

His leg tends to tense up when he's stressed. What if he hurt himself when he was going there? I know whoever they placed there in my stead would not know to stand in arm's reach. The hands signed in a flurry, and William struggled to keep up. One thing was clear - The Knight was immensely worried.

"He's going to be alright. You need to take a breather." Once more, William slowed to a halt. This time, it was to encourage Jay to copy his slow breathing. Jay was unimpressed, but copied the actions. When William resumed, he used sign instead of speaking. I know you're worried, but the Prince is a capable young man. He will pass.

He doesn't realise what a good person he is, Jay countered once they started walking. He's always thinking about others, making sure that everyone is happy, but never him. He didn't want to take this exam today. He wanted to postpone it so he could watch my tests, but I told him not to. I didn't want him getting sick.

"Because you're worried about him."

Of course I'm worried. I can't bear the idea of seeing him in distress. I swore myself to him - Their sign stopped mid gesture. They looked up to William in alarm. The older Knight had a shocked expression that quickly turned into a smile that curled over the moustache.

You love him.

Jay refused to answer and tried to march off. Before they could open the doors back into the main building of the castle, they were yanked from behind into a hug that had their feet leave the ground in a spin and a boisterous laugh in their ears.

At least the choice of topic and William holding them in a bearhug ensured that they wouldn't be teased just yet, but it meant that they now had to deal with the fact that someone knew.

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3. I often cover sensitive subjects and find enjoyment in immersion, so if you are bothered by such things please do not attempt to roleplay with me.

4. I use the semi-literate roleplay style of which consists of roughly three paragraphs (sentences/lines) in a story-esq style, such as using quotes for talking, speaking in third person, etc.

5. If you have limits (things you do not like in roleplays) please inform me before hand, I cannot read minds. Same goes for it you want something specific to take place in said roleplay.

6. I am rarely on, so if we roleplay do not expect me to be on much. I have a life, plus with my ADHD I get easily distracted, I have a short attention span so if you're not completely keeping my attention and interest I may struggle to keep focused.

[!!!Warning!!!]

Info beyond this point is sensitive and covers mature subjects, if you cannot handle this, stop now.

{NSFW Rules}

1. Please ask before attempting any non-vanilla kinks in our roleplays, I cannot read minds and would rather not deal with a distasteful kink ruining the mood of the roleplay.

2. If gore or brutality bothers you, please state so, I make no promises on removing it but I will water it down and minimize it by being vague when describing it, such as stating a character had done "Vile and brutal acts". This will almost never be to your character unless you align the roleplay in such a way as immersion is important to me.

More will be added, I made this in the middle of night so I'm bound to have forgotten things.