#me: ahahaha what a silly question!! of course i have not!

[scummy-writes]

A Silly Drunk

Fluff

Pairing: Clavis/Reader(she/her)

Words: 654

Prompt: "Can you be my girlfriend?" "I already am." "Oh, lucky me!" From this prompt list.

Context: I livestreamed me writing on my server, Bloody Simps, and let whoever joined pick a prompt for me to write then and there! @ridiculouslly-ridiculous picked out this prompt with clavis, and then we sat and... listened to lofi calmly as I typed ahahaha

Clavis lowering his defenses was a rare, rare feat. Everytime you managed to catch him in such a state, he would either try to hide away, or have you swear never to mention it to him again. The risk of seeming ‘uncool’, even to someone he’d been dating- no, engaged to- for well over a year now, was still something he was striving to avoid. 

So, given all of those experiences, you were wondering how your fool of a lover managed to succeed in getting drunk tonight. How hard was it to stick to the same glass throughout the night? 

Despite it all, you had managed to lug him to the nearest guest bedroom, given that Clavis could hardly walk more than a couple of feet at a time.

Now you stood beside the bed, setting a glass of water as he babbled to himself.

“Clavis? How do you feel? Do you think you’ll be fine in a few hours?“

Clavis looked up at you, eyes wide as if he had just noticed there was someone else in the room with him. For a moment, his mouth was slightly agape as he searched for words, before he looked away with a small giggle.

Right, not sober in the least. You sighed as you kicked off your heels, settling in on the bed aside him. It would have to do for the night, regardless of how Sariel may lecture the two of you in the morning. 

“At least try to drink water tonight, you get so fussy when your head hurts the next day,” you gently chided, sighing with relief as you took off your heavy earrings, “can you handle helping me with my corset?”

You heard the bed creak as Clavis sat up. He huffed out an anxious chuckle. 

“Shouldn’t - ah, a gentleman wouldn’t do such a thing to such a lovely woman. That is, unless… this is a confession?”

“...Clavis, what are you on about?”

“My, my! Are we already on a first name basis?”

You looked over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed as you met your lover’s eyes. … Your lover’s very genuine, confused eyes. Oh hell.

“You haven’t drank enough to forget my name, surely?”

Clavis’ eyes darted to the side as he nervously licked his lips, and every second that ticked by as you watched the gears turn in his head left you feeling… exhausted. Maybe you needed to be the one in charge of what Clavis drank during events…

“Perhaps… My memory isn’t the best at the moment, but your lovely, if stern, gaze seems to warm my heart all the same.”

Letting the compliment(?) slide, you hummed along with his observation.

“So, as you can see, I must have been very smitten with you to take you here tonight.”

Ignoring the fact that you were the one to drag him here, you entertained his train of thought, “I would like to imagine so, yes.”

“Then I must have been prepared to ask a vital, important question.”

Idly, you twisted the engagement ring on your finger, “and what might that be?”

He paused before clearing his throat, 

"Can you be my girlfriend?" 

You stared at his hopeful and excited gaze, the blush coating his cheeks… The longer you took to reply, you could see the nervousness settle in more, reminding you of the first night you had ever seen him this drunk. Arguably, the first night you realized just how in love you had been with this fool of a man. 

So you soften your voice, "I already am." 

"Oh, lucky me!" His shoulders sagged with relief, and you were torn between feeling insulted or using this as blackmail in the future.

“Will you take off my corset now?”

“Right! Yes, of course! What else could be expected from a gentleman like myself, ahaha.”

“Remembering my name would be nice, for starters.”

“... In just a few moments, my lovely lover…”

Divider by @/enchanthings

Annnd that's that! Just a short, silly lil thing.

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[sophiethewitch1]

Chpt. 10 - The Echoes

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Portrayals of PTSD, a child that eats raw, blood meat and two people who are basically a bickering old couple. We have all the essentials at sophiethewitch.co

The flicker of the fire holds your attention captive. You recognise all the things you're feeling, that deep-seated fear bubbling up to the surface again. It had been a long time since you stared at the flames the way you do now, like it might jump up and attack you.

Of course, it's been a long, long time since you felt yourself burning alive.

You knew it wouldn't. Wouldn't magically find its feet and strike at you. You'd waited so long for it to do so that at this point it was just silly. Still, you watched, as you watched everything that scared you. You watched the routes the rogues took, watched the paths Abominations carved through the countryside. You watched Creel and his gang of rebels, and the way the Hag lingered around Asa.

You watched the towering Walls in the distance, eyes wide and head bowed. Your fingers itched, always waiting to draw an arrow on whatever cruel thing came at you next. Unfortunately, something you'd learned at a young age, some things you couldn't kill with a bow. A tyrannical army, hunger, the addicting course of venom and... fire.

You couldn't kill fire. Not with a bow. Your eyes flick to the open kitchen on the other side of the foyer. You don't know if the tap sitting there actually works, but knowing Creel, it probably does. Then you look back to the fire.

"What are you looking at?" Asa's sleepy voice asks you, and you force yourself to tear your gaze from the threatening fire. With a strained smile, you answer him-

"It doesn't matter. How was your nap? You hungry, buddy?" you pepper him with questions, and the little jerk rolls his eyes at you. You swear, trying to get a rebellious little probably-under-ten-year-old to listen to you was damn hard work.

"You worry so much! Calm down, it makes you smell bad!" Asa tells you, and you mimic one of his little growls when you grab him under his arms and swing him into your lap.

Tickling him, you respond, "Oh really? What was that?" When all he can manage is squeals of laughter, you say, "Oi, I can't hear you! You need to take things more seriously! Stop laughing!"

"I- ahahaha! I am! I promise, I promise!" Asa swears in between giggles, and you finally decide to give the little tyke a break. Sighing, and grinning, you ruffle his head of blonde hair. He giggles again, and you feel the lingering heat of the flames cool.

"Alright, then you little rat. Now, seriously-" he giggles again "-are you hungry?"

He pouts, looking up at you with big blue eyes. You often think he was too perceptive like his demeanour and age swang wildly up and down the scale. When he looked at you with... pity... you only felt that more.

"Yeah, I am. But I don't..." his words trail off, eyes moving elsewhere. Oh dear, that wasn't good. Asa held eye contact till it was almost uncomfortably usually, a side effect of his Alpha status. Whenever he refused to look you in the eye, it was because he knew he was about to say something that would make you upset.

Immediately, your first thought is that he ate something he shouldn't. Someone he shouldn't.

"Asa, have you eaten anything recently? Anything Baba should know about?" you say, with that firm voice that only a parent could offer. Asa openly grimaces, his pointed teeth bared.

"No, it's just..."

He glances the other way.

"What? Come on, you know you have to tell me." You don't promise you won't be mad, because both of you knew your temper was hellish. Still, you made an effort not to blow up on him, and usually, you succeeded.

Today wasn't a usual day. It wasn't okay for you to yell at him, though. You remembered your mother and father's screaming was one of the worst things to experience.

He finally looks back at you, lips pressed thin. He really was so emotive. You knew he was half-vampire simply because of that. No true vampire could look so uncomfortable and ashamed.

"I don't want to drink from you. You taste... like that mean guy," he finally says, and the exhale you let out is long and slightly defeated. Your hand raises to your Mark again, but you don't touch it.

Your hand falls back in your lap, lamely.

"Yeah, that's no surprise, Asa," you say, and then blow out another puff of air because - fuck - what do you do? He could survive on animal blood for quite a while, but the undead curse demanded more than just wild animals as sustenance. No, it had to be from a person. A human usually, but another vampire would also do.

Seriously, what the fuck are you going to do?

Obviously reading something from your expression or scent, Asa says, "I could eat Creel. He'd be fine with it."

Immediately, you start shaking your head. The idea was damned ludicrous. You'd have to meet up with Creel at least every week and a half, probably less. And he'd also have to agree to it in the first place. A rebel Outsider human who hated vampires almost more than you did.

'But you let Asa drink from you,' some desperate little part of you whispers.

That part of you is stupid, and promptly ignored. Even if he did agree with it, Creel would have to become your travel companion. He'd be too busy to take care of his people, and you knew he cared about that a lot. You think. He's still a damn mystery, after all.

You rest your chin on Asa's head, pressing a small kiss to his golden locks. You were honestly, genuinely, stumped. Maybe you could make a deal with Hag? Let her poke around your Mark as you do your best not to embarrass yourself? You had also just come back from certain death, which was important too. She'd want to test you because of that. You were pretty sure just being a vamp's blood bank didn't make you immune to the Abomination.

Rogues were like little treats for Abominations, you doubted normal vampires were different, ergo, no help from the Mark. Of course, this was all blind speculation because you didn't know shit about what was going on. Alive? You were alive? Ugh, you couldn't think about that. You didn't have time for a mental breakdown.

You let your head fall forward, pressing gently against Asa's.

"How many days you think?" you ask him, and his little body shrugs.

"Dunno. You've been out for like, a week," he answers, and your eyes snap open. You lean back to look him in the eyes and curse when you see the truth in them.

"Language!" Asa chirps, and you roll your eyes. You seriously didn't know how this child didn't swear like a sailor, definitely not from your parenting. You place your hands on his shoulders, trying to force him to pay a little more attention.

This was bad. Not I've-been-marked or swallowed-by-the-living-materialisation-of-Rot bad, but pretty bad.

"So it's been..." you count in your head, wincing when you tally it up, "Asa, has it been sixteen days?"

He nods, pushing out his bottom lip, "Pretty sure."

You press your hand into your forehead, doing your best to ignore the migraine coming on. You fail, obviously, and let your hands fall into your lap with a sigh.

"Have you been feeding in between?" you ask, because you can't figure out how he's not a feral animal at this point. The math simply isn't adding up.

He nods again.

"I told you Creel would be fine with it."

Your fingers move to dig into your eyes, as you rub at them. That could not mean what you thought it did. It couldn't. You just... you couldn't.

"Asa, do you mean you've been feeding from Creel?"

He frowns, looking confused. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

Ah, shit.

"Yeah, Asa. That is what you said," you finally answer, pasting a smile on your face. Asa gives you a suspicious look, which probably means you're probably grimacing instead of smiling. You let the awkward bearing of teeth fall from your face, remembering that you were shit all at lying.

Fuck's sake. You need a drink. Well, since Creel is being so damn accommodating, you're sure he won't mind if you steal some of his moonshine, right? Frankly, the thought of pissing him off was thrilling. You knew it was a distant hope, but weren't you the type of person who hoped even when they didn't want to?

You were still alive after all. Nobody could fight this hard without hope. That's what you tell yourself, anyway.

"Well, have you been having your human food too? You need both, remember," you tell Asa and he nods.

"Creel and his friends are good hunters. They catch lots of meat," he replies. You decide that all this talk of food is making you hungry, so you pick Asa into your arms and wander over to the side kitchen. Sitting him down on the bench, he starts kicking his feet back and forth, glancing outside.

"Creel hasn't let me go outside though. It's not fair, and it's really boring," Asa complains, and you merely grunt at him. You had to give Creel that, he protected Asa's secret with the same conviction you did. Protected him, full stop, actually.

You couldn't really process the fact Asa has been drinking from him. Despite being raised around vampires, you still didn't understand the bonds of blood drinking. Some considered it an incredibly intimate thing, that you'd only do with family or friends. Some just see it as eating, nothing special. Some only drank from their lovers.

You sigh, putting your hands on your hips. Your thoughts drift to the bastard who had bit you, but you shake your head. No use thinking about him right now. While it was unlikely he'd... let you go... You shake your head again. While it was unlikely he'd let you go, you, Asa and Creel had fucked him up bad. Not even elder Alphas could take an explosion to the face and jump right back up.

You think. You're pretty sure. Is this wishful thinking?

"Whatcha in the mood for, baby?" you ask, starting towards the fridge. Asa's taste buds were something you could never predict. Some days he demanded sweets and would throw a fit if not delivered, some days he wanted wild venison, and some days he'd pick up wild rats in the woods and bite into them like they were juice boxes.

"Cake. I want cake," he tells you, and you turn to look at him.

"Something a little easier, please?"

He frowns, places a finger on his chin, and thinks.

"Blood?"

You cross your arms, and he sighs.

"I don't want veggies, Baba. They're gross," he finally answers, and you throw your hands up, just deciding to do an old-fashioned rare steak. You didn't nag him about the vegetables, because you were pretty sure he didn't actually need to eat them.

Over your shoulder, you joke-

"So no more potatoes? More for me, then!"

You evil laugh while Asa whines. Finally, after hours of tense shoulders and shaky hands, you find yourself relaxing again. Asa had that affect on you, after all.

Later, when Creel walks into the room, it's a damn mess. Asa had a particular way of eating, that you really had tried to stop, but inevitably couldn't. His entire face was covered in blood, his smile a lot less cute than it usually would be. Still, Creel doesn't do anything but ruffle his stained hair, uncaring of the blood he gets on himself.

You look at Creel with open suspicion, hurrying over to stand in between him and Asa. The corner of his mouth digs down, which is as close to an emotion as he seems able.

"You've been feeding on Asa?" you say, and Creel sighs.

"No hello? No, thank yous? Seriously, (Y/n)? A little gratitude would be appreciated," he mutters, turning to pull out some drink from the cupboard. You grind your teeth, restraining the urge to attack Creel. It was a loyal one, one that never left your side.

Just like the overgrown asshole himself.

"Look, I appreciate you... helping me, but twice is too much. I don't like debts," you tell him, pulling Asa into your side protectively. When you feel your skin wet, your teeth dig into your lip in an attempt to not swear. You don't succeed. Anyways, now both you and Asa need a bath.

"I know you don't. You don't owe me anything, my life debt still hasn't been properly paid. And we saved each other the last time, that Abomination was far too close to one of the settlements for no catastrophes to strike," he says, darting a look your way. Those damn eyes, you wish you could gouge them out.

"I saved your life, you saved my life, we saved each others lives. Doesn't that sound like enough? Can we please let this go?"

In most situations, you're too proud to beg. Creel's situation is a bit different. You were seriously getting desperate for him to leave you alone.

"And what? We never see each other again?" he asks you, turning around with a glass in his hand. He puts it down on the table, and even from this distance, you can tell it's a liquor of some type. A good one, too. Creel isn't stingy when he's bothering you with overt gifts.

"Yes. Yes, exactly that," you nod, a smile on your face. Creel frowns, seeming to not return your feelings about this offer. Bummer.

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

"Got any tips?"

Asa laughs at the two of you, clapping his tiny hands together. Glad someone enjoys this, because you and Creel certainly didn't seem to be. You decide you've had enough Creel for one day, and turn back to Asa and sweep him into your arms.

You're striding out of the room for a bath when Creel says something that has your feet stopping.

"We need to talk about the Abomination soon," Creel speaks up, shattering that fragile moment of peace you'd been trying to protect. That was one of the reasons you hated him so much. You'd always tried to ignore these sorts of things. The weirder parts of your life, the ones you couldn't explain. You didn't know what you'd find when you finally went looking.

You didn't think you wanted to know, either. Today again, you want to run from whatever horrible truth waits behind you. Waits patiently, carefully. A hunter stalking it's prey. The deer in the monster's jaws.

You glance to the side, keeping the hulking giant in your peripheral. He's got his arms crossed again.

"It's none of your business," you respond, trying to shut down the conversation quickly. You'd run, but you know he'd chase after you.

"It is. My team wasn't the first to find you. People are starting to ask questions, and rumours are spreading," he protests. You sneer at the ground, and Asa looks up at you with curiosity. He doesn't say anything, though, content to just listen and learn.

You sometimes thought he was already smarter than you. It was a worrying thought.

"My priority is getting the Mark off my neck, Creel," you respond, ignoring his words about questions and rumours. You'd always lived with those, and you always will. Nobody will ever know your entire story, and you liked it that way.

Not even Asa knew everything that had happened to you.

"One of our scouts saw a large group exit the Mirkra Walls. One of them was an Alpha with a ring around his neck, with magic that seemed similar to what we saw on the Abomination."

Your breath hitches, arms tightening around Asa. He rubs his cheek against your arm, smearing blood.

"What did he look like?" your words are soft. You don't know why they're soft.

"He had silver hair and eyes. One of his close companions had black hair and green eyes."

You rush out of the room, Asa clutched tight to your chest. Creel doesn't follow. Still, you feel his eyes on you. Piercing into the skin at your back, burning the silver runes carved into your neck.

You do not think of the deer.

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NEXT CHAPTER

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS 154

Spoiler for my stories

-Sometime ago-

Blood and Bee is laying on the grass field watching baby blue running around with blue playing few feet away from them.

"what's wrong bee?" Blood notice the gaze that the fae is giving him. Not even looking at the other, he ask him.

"we share the same face... How come they favor your looks then I do..." The fae pouts feeling how weird it was as well annoying to think about. "It's the outfit and song, bee. Don't worry about it."

"... You. You admired omae..." Bee mumble thinking about how troublesome it is to have his only close ally as his love rival.

"Do I?" Blood chuckle at the statement of the fae. He thought about something as wonder if it work or not, Purple walk passes them with new items in his shop. The two attention went to the demon.

"greetings." Purple greeted them when he notice them, stopping for a moment but accidentally drop one of the container."ahh!!" He worriedly tried to pick it up but it cause more of the container to fall out of his hand.

"geez. What a silly demon." Blood chuckle as he pick the container and saw what's written In it.

[ Soul Synchronized Prototype]

"Oh?" His eyes widen before a smirk appear in his face. " This remind me of your ability Bee. [ Soul Link] to be able to use one of your alternative self ability." He wonder about something as he start to web a bag made of spider silk for the containers, so Purple won't drop the items anymore. "There you go." As he give the bag to Purple who stared at Blood. "Bee have a skill like that?! Wow." He was amaze by Bee but then remember something Hallow once said to him before. "By the way Blood. Hallow ask me about something. It's probably his curious nature again. He wonder if your a knock off Spiderman or not."

"pff...." Bee cover his face when he hears the sentence. "I don't go saving people lives. I take them for the kill. So I don't think I am." Blood seems to be unfaze by question as he too laugh with bee.

"I see. By the way thank you very much! You can have one of them through it's probably not gonna work the same as Bee-- I would like to see your skill one day. But not now-- see you!" Purple who realize he need to go back to his store quickly put one container to blood hand and run away with his stuff.

"bee would you like to make a bet with me? Since you worry too much about your darling." Blood held the container and stared at the fae. "If they notice it's not you it mean you win."

"what can I even get from this?" Bee sighs as he think blood is once again bored and decided to be Rinne kinne. "Well, it mean you know that fae cares about you or whatnot."

"what do you get if you win then...?"-Bee

"well if they don't know it's me. I'll get a kiss from them~ ahahaha ~ of course in pretence I am you."

"NOOOOOO(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)!!" -Bee

Even so he don't want too, Bee agreed. He was happy you manage to guest it wasn't him. But maybe Blood rizz is too OP.HE MADE U BLUSH CAUSE HIS BEING FLIRTY! HOW!!

[butterflyeffect333]

A Daytrip to the Past

In which Sarada found out her parents' love story is actually a melodrama.

Part 1

"Are you familiar with your parents' love story?" Chocho asked as she poured more chips into her mouth.

"Ha?" asked Sarada in confusion. "All of a sudden?"

"Yesterday my mama told me about her epic love story with papa. It's so romantic!" 

"Romantic?" For some reason I can't imagine papa being romantic in any way, Sarada thought. 

"Yes! She told me that papa saved her in one mission. When that happened, the wind stopped blowing, she stared into papa's eyes and then they fell in love!" 

"Ha?" Sarada adjusted her glasses in confusion. "Was your mama by chance watching drama at that time? That seems straight like a scene from some melo. How could such things happen in real life?" 

"You don't believe me, Sarada?" Choco eyed her with anger. 

"No!" Sarada put up her hands in defeat. "It just felt like...eh... a tad bit too romantic?" I bet it's a scene from drama. 

"That's exactly what I want to tell you! My parents' love story is super romantic!" 

"Eh... nice." 

"How about your parents, Sarada?"

"Eh..." Sarada adjusted the glasses on her face in nervousness. 

How will I be able to know? she thought. Everytime I ask Mama about Papa, a suspicious blush appears on her face, but she is surprisingly evasive. She talks a lot, but actually nothing is revealed. And I certainly will not ask Papa about such thing. It's totally embarrassing. 

Chocho narrowed her eyes. "Sarada... don't tell me you actually don't know anything about your parents' love story."

"Ahahaha, of course not!" Sarada took a step back. "They met in the Academy! They were in the same team! That's where they met and fell in love!" She nodded. Even she herself was kind of persuaded by this. 

"Really?" Chocho asked. "But that doesn't seem one bit romantic."

"Well, have you met my papa, do you think he may be romantic in any way?" Sarada shrugged. 

"Then why did your mama chose him? Aunt Sakura is pretty and an accomplished medic-nin. She must have lots of suitors. Look! It's Rokudaime! Isn't he the teacher of your parents? We can ask him!"

Sarada turned around to find Rokudaime wandering on the street in his typical laid back attitude. Before she could stop Chocho, she was already in front of Rokudaime.

"Rokudaime, you are Sarada's parents teacher right? Can you tell me about their love story? Is it very romantic?"

"Choco, don't be silly! Don't intrude on Rokudaime." She smiled apoplegetically at Rokudaime. 

Ah, but I am also very curious, Sarada thought. Please tell me something!

"Hmmm," Kakashi pondered. "Romantic?" A glint appeared in his eyes. "I wouldn't say so, your father actually mentioned specifically that he would not play with romance."

"As expected, papa is totally not romantic." Sarada sighed in disappointment. 

"Well then why did Aunt Sakura chose Sarada's papa?"

"Well..." Kakashi tucked at the mask covering his face as if pondering on a difficult question. "Sarada, haven't you heard anything from Sakura?" 

"Mama is surprisingly evasive about this topic." 

"Then I should not be the one to disclose this." Kakashi nodded and then he disappeared into a puff of smoke. 

"Do you want to know?" Another voice appeared behind them. 

They turned around to find an old woman standing there. She was short with her white hair tied into a small bun above her head. Her face was covered with wrinkles. She looked ancient, but her eyes were surprisingly glinting with wisdom. 

"Who are you?" Chocho asked. 

"Do you want to know?" the old woman smiled warmly. "Your parents' past." She looked straightly at Sarada. 

If she put it that way, she would be lying to herself if she denied. She was extremely curious about her parents' past, especially when the two of them were being so evasive about that. Look she even thought her mama wasn't her own mother because of how they were acting! Thinking back it was silly really, but could she really be blamed?

Sarada nodded gingerly as the old woman glanced at her with her piercing gaze. 

"You seem like a good child, let me grant you your wish." The old woman smiled warmly and with a snap of her finger, everything turned white. 

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When Sarada opened her eyes again, the old woman had disappeared. 

"What just happened?" She tried to blink away the tears from the flash. "Did you see that flash, Chocho?"

"It nearly blinded me!" Chocho fumed. 

"Wait, Chocho, weren't we standing next to a udon shop just now?" Sarada asked. She pointed at the shop next to them. "Why did it turn into a confectionary shop?"

Chocho glanced at the confectionary shop in front of them. "Wait! I have heard of this shop. Papa told me about it. He said this shop sold nice sweets, even though he liked chips more, and that it closed down when the owner retired. Fifteen years ago."

"Then... why is it still here?" It didn't make sense, Sarada thought. That's when she realized, the street looked different. All of the more advanced technology gadgets disappeared. 

She ran down the road until she could take a glimpse of the Hokage rock. 

"Wait for me, Sarada!" Chocho cried. "What's..."

"We're in the past," Sarada declared. The four faces on the Hokage rock staring back at them.

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"That is if this is not a very complex Genjutsu," Sarada said. 

"Then what's your thought?" Chocho asked. "You're the expert. You have the eyes." 

"Well... My eyes told me this is real." 

"Then it is real."

"Or someone stronger than us cast us into this complex Genjutsu."

"Then what can we do?"

"Nothing. I guess we should just go with the flow." Sarada sighed. "But just when are we?" 

"Look! Isn't that...Rokudaime?"

Sarada turned around to find a group of four walking towards them. Three of them were in tattered clothing. She could not imagine her stoic papa walking around with two feathers sticking out from his hair. Each of them was holding a chicken flapping in their hands. 

"I can't handle it! What kind of boring mission is this?" the boy that looked suspiciouly like Nanadaime complained. 

"Well..." Kakashi dragged on. "But you can't even complete this boring mission perfectly." 

"This is the fourth in a row! After kittens, dogs and chicken what else are we going to catch next time? Toads?"

"Shut up, Naruto!" the girl that looked like mama shouted. "Don't put that idea in his mind!" She fumed. Her usual neat hair stuck out in multiple direction. It looked like a haystack. 

Papa glanced at the two of them coldly and continued walking, but she could see how he agreed with them. 

"Wait, Sasuke-kun! You have feathers in your hair! Let me help you!" Mama said as she ran after Papa with a blush on her face. 

So Mama liked Papa since she was small. 

Papa turned his head to the side when Mama was picking the feather out from his head. "Take good hold of that chicken. Don't let it run away," he said coldly.

Exactly something Papa would say, see he was not romantic in any way, Sarada thought in dismay. 

"Of course Sasuke-kun," Mama replied with a smile on her face.

"It defintely does not look romantic," Chocho said. 

"Told you." 

"Then when did their romance story take place?"

"Who knows..." Then everything turned white once again.

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"Where are we again?" Sarada opened her eyes to find herself inside a forest. It's dark and filled with an omnimous feel. 

"Sarada, do you find this... a bit creepy?"

Sarada nodded solemnly. Then a shriek echoed throughout the forest. Sarada and Chocho ran towards the sound of the shriek to find a horrific scene unfolding in front of them. 

Mama was sobbing uncontrollably by the side. A snake like monster bit Papa on his neck. Papa then collapsed onto the ground. 

Sarada found her hands to be shaking uncontrollably, she had never encountered someone like this. That monster seemed strong, out of their league. 

"Snake..." Sarada mused. "Is that Orochimaru?" She widened her eyes in shock when she realized this. 

"Orochimaru? You mean that... person we met when we were on our way to search for your Papa?" 

Sarada nodded. She knew Papa studied under Orochimaru when he was young, that was the most she could glean from Mama. But what was the meaning of this?

She wished to rush out to help her mother when she saw her Mama dragged the two unconscious boys with shaking hands to the hideout she found. But she knew she could not. 

"Should we go out and help Aunt Sakura?" Chocho asked. "She seems so fragile, like she can fall down any second." 

"We cannot, Chocho. This isn't our timeline. And haven't you realized, we can't touch anything in this world. We're just passerbys. No one can sense us or see us." 

"This is a first... I have never seen Aunt Sakura so fragile. She seemed to be always full of strenth."

"You have no idea..." Sarada replied, thinking back to their house Mama pulled down in anger. 

This was the first time she saw her mother as a genin. This was so unlike her, like Chocho said her mother was full of power and strength. The Mama in front of her was like a fragile young girl. She had never seen this cry baby side of her Mama. Her Mama was always resilient and dependable. 

The time slowly passed until it's dawn. That's when another team of enemies striked. 

They attacked her defenseless Mama. Even though Sarada knew everything turned out alright in the end, she was comforted with the fact Uncle Lee arrived to save Mama. She let go of a breath she had no idea she was holding. 

"Oh no!" Chocho cried. She covered her mouth in horror. Uncle Lee was defeated by the three enemies. All that was left was Mama.

"Mama!" Sarada cried in anguish when she saw one of the enemies grabbed her mother by her hair. 

I have to save her, Sarada thought. Mama is in danger! Someone save her! Papa! Before she could stop herself, she found herself running towards her mother, even though she knew she could not do anything. 

That was then she saw it, the glint in her mother's eyes. The gaze she sometimes captured in her mother. The resilience she came to admire in her mother. As if in slow motion, she saw her mother pulled out a kunai and cut her long hair. 

Mama started fighting back, with all her might. Sarada had never seen her mother in this state, blood dripping down her face, desperation and determination in her eyes as she bit down on her enemy wrist. The enemy that was leagues above her.

"Is that Papa?" Chocho exclaimed as they saw the old Team 10 jumped forward to help her mother. 

Sarada was touched by their comradeship.

"Sarada, I will come and support you! Even if we're opponents!" Chocho declared. 

"We're friends, you don't even have to mention it!" Sarada smiled. 

"Look!" Suddenly Chocho grabbed Sarada's arm and pointed at something. 

"Papa!" Her father had awakened. She saw him taking in the tragic scene around him. That's when she noticed something weird. Black marks creeped over his face. 

"Sakura, who did that to you?" Papa asked the shaking Sakua.

And then Papa shot forward and attacked the enemies.

Sarada took in the brutal scene in front of her. 

"This... has to be a joke right..." Sarada cried. "A complex Genjutsu to challenge me... This is not... Papa... right?" Sarada exclaimed as she saw her father brutally breaking the enemy's arm. 

"Stop!" Mama cried with distress. She saw her mother ran to embrace her currently ballistic father. "Please stop." Sakura sobbed. 

Sakura looked at Sasuke begging, trying to bring back her Sasuke. That was then Sarada saw the black curse marks receded. Her mother... succeeded. 

"Now I would say that's quite romantic!" Chocho exclaimed.

Sarada found her face turned hot. Even though she did not want to admit it, she also thought that's a bit... like a scene from some drama. Not to the point of romantic, maybe a bit touching and embarrassing for their daughter to watch.  

That's when everything turned white again. 

[liminalpsych]

Treasuring the cringe

tl;dr: I found out that people are still reading a niche fanfic I wrote over the course of my entire adolescence, roughly two decades ago. But writing that story very literally kept me alive some days as a depressed, closeted teen, and so I treasure the story and have left it online even though I find it painfully, embarrassingly cringe-worthy at this point in my life.

Full story:

Just the other day, I joined a Discord about fanfic from my very first active fandom. I wanted to see what the fandom was like nowadays (I was honestly surprised to stumble across an active Discord server) and if there was anyone from back in my day. *shakes cane* “Back in my day” (in the fandom) was 1997-2005 or so. Maybe even later, through some of college. Age ~11 or 12 onwards.

I mention all of this, and the person in the chat says, “I think there’s not a lot of people here you would know of — most of us are new, young people who might not have been born in 1997” lololol okay thanks, I’ll just feel old then*.

They ask me if I’ve got any experience with fanfiction in the fandom. I answer yes, because my longest story I ever completed was in that fandom (worked on it from ~13 y/o right up until I turned 19), at ~110k words or so. They ask for a link.

Me: Ahahaha oh no, i wrote it over the course of my high school years and it’s … not held up but uh. Might still be on ye olde FFN, lemme see if I can find it

Me: anyway, please don’t judge me, I was young and dealing with a lot 😉 *links the fic*

Other person: Oh look it’s that one!

Me: oh no

Them: I’ve read it multiple times!

Me: oh whew

Them: It’s the top place on the TV Tropes Fanfic Recs page for the fandom

Me: …I can never show my face in the fandom again.

Another person chimed in with a very lovely reframe: "Be proud of younger you, for if not for them you would not be the person you are today."

Which is indeed a large part of the reason I haven't deleted that fanfic from the internet. Certainly it's divorced from my current internet presence, because I find it painfully cringe-worthy, and still get embarrassed when my memory presents me with some of the more questionable plot choices.

But when I felt the most despair, when I just wanted everything to stop, when I wanted to just not feel like this anymore, I grabbed onto any silly little thing to keep going. Just one more day, and then another.

And the fact that I hadn't finished the story was one of those silly little things that kept me going.

"I can't die yet, I owe it to my characters to finish their story."

"I can't die yet, people have been reading this story and deserve to get an ending to it first."

"I can't die yet, then I won't ever find out what happens." (I was a pure discovery writer/pantser at the time.)

So I let it stay up, because it was an important, influential part of my life, and in a way it saved my life on multiple occasions. And a story written over the course of several years, during a time of rapid personal growth and identity development, is a fascinating reflection of the that process.

I look back and I can see the anger I was denying in myself, the anger I couldn't express in my daily life, all expressing through the main character. I see an exploration of the relationship with my parents and authority and imposed morality and the hypocrisy of the structures imposing that morality, all things I was struggling with at the time. I see a reflection of my own trauma, the toxic family dynamic I grew up on, drawn in abstract allegory without even realizing it. I see the struggle with my own sexuality, closeted even to myself but showing up on the page. I can even see hints of my still-in-the-egg gender identity showing up in some of the narrative choices and POV characters, though I don't think anyone else would recognize it as such.

15-20 years later, I'm in such a better place. I'm consciously aware of many of the things I was subconsciously or unconsciously expressing as a teenager. I have a lot more hope, and a lot better relationships with myself and others now.

If you have access to your very early writing, it can be a cringy but valuable, insightful process to go back through it and see what you notice now. Things that were subconscious or unconscious at the time, but showed up in your characters, storytelling, genre, plot, dialogue.

* I don't actually have qualms about getting older. I was the youngest in my various friend groups for most of my life, so it's nice not to be the young one anymore. And you could not pay me enough to go back to my adolescence or my 20's. My thirties have been pretty great so far. I expect my forties will be pretty good too.

[hulijingemperor2]

A-Qing: *in her room, then some maids came in with clothes and hairpins* greetings Miss Qing.

A-Qing: *looks behind her* w....who's Miss Qing.....? Is it me?

Yes Miss Qing. Anyways, I'm Xiao Wei.

Dianxia had sent us to you. He got you outfits and hairpins, whereas Huangdi sent another outfit and spending money.

A-Qing: do they think I'm poor?

Xiao Wei: *laughing* no silly. It's a friendly gesture. It shows that they're happy that you're here and they're very fond of you. See, your guardian is one of the imperial officials and a part of team dimple. Isn't it obvious that the two will favor you.

A-Qing: ahh, I understand. I'll wear one of the outfits then. And tell them thank you for me.

Yes Madam.

A-Qing: stop it! Call me A-Qing. It makes me feel old.

Xiao Wei: how about Lady?

A-Qing: i can swallow three balls of tanghulus at one time. What part of me is a lady

*looks down* Don't answer that question.

Xiao wei: Qing meimei!!

A-Qing: sure sure. I'll be your Meimei. Well I am cute anyways.

Xiao Wei: Qing Guniang. I mean Qing meimei, how do you manage to swallow all those tanghulus at one time?

A-Qing: I think it's a survival instinct. You see, I have xue yang to tackle.

Xiao wei: *laughing* ahahaha, I heard that official Xue owns all the candy shops across the empire.

A-Qing: wow! Why is Yao Huangdi pampering that guy. *pouts*

Xiao wei: Huangdi loves his team dimple a lot.

He made official Su the chief cultivator, and made official Mo the Ceo of cosmetic stores and departments that sell imported products.

A-Qing: oooo. What did Rusong get then? *blush* as you can tell, I'm really fond of Rusong.

Xiao wei: *confused* uh...Rusong Dianxia is Dianxia. He has an empire, meimei.

A-Qing: oh. Sometimes I forget.

Xiao wei: it's ok. Shall we take your leave, or do you need anything else

A-Qing: yea yea, leave me.

A-Qing: huh, rich gege give me a staff of maids. He must be really really rich.

Aiya, I keep forgetting that he's Dianxia. Hahahahaha.

Let me see what him and Jiggy gave me.

A-Qing: hmmm, six outfits. Not bad.

And the silk is soooo soft. Omg, is this what it's like to be aristocratic. I wonder if I can sprint and climb in these without it ripping.

Hairpins! Aww Hairpins from Rusong.

And matching hair ribbons.

Now where's my spending money.

Waw 4000 silver taels. I'm gonna die! You know how much food I can buy with that!

Rich gege and Jiggy are filthy rich, aren't they.

But wait? How do they know my size?

A-Qing: xue yang!!!

Another attendant entered: Miss Qing, I'm your tailor. If the clothes doesn't fit then I'll make some adjustments.

A-Qing: how fancy.

Yea Miss Qing, I'm sent by Huangdi.

A-Qing: ohhh.

~~

Next day~~

A-Qing: *lying on her bed while looking at her spending money* so shiny, ahh. It would break my heart to spend it all, and what if Jiggy is going to give me another allowance. I can save and become the richest girl in the world.

Then what would I use as my spending money?

*looks at hairpin. What if I pawn one of the hairpins. It's real gold and emeralds after all.

Heheheheheehe.

Some hours after pawning one of the hair accessory~

A-Qing: *sneaking back into her room* I'm gonna be a millionaire, gonna be a millionaire.

Xiao wei: Meimei.

A-Qing: *startled* oh, Yea hi, Xiao wei! Don't startle me!

Xiao wei: where were you?

A-Qing: went for a walk! What do you want?

Xiao wei: oh great, was just looking for you. Huangdi has invited you to have tea and lunch with him in his leisure hall.

A-Qing: will Rusong be there?

Xiao Wei: yes Meimei, of course he will.

Along with team D.

A-Qing: awww I'll be there! And I'll wear one of my outfits that Rusong gave me.

Xiao wei: that would be lovely. Please don't be late.

A-Qing: why?

Xiao wei: it might look rude, Meimei. As if you turned down Huangdi's invitation.

A-Qing: have you seen Jiggy! The guy will laugh it off.

Xiao wei: yes, he's slow to anger. But you should be polite.

A-Qing: mmmm ok. Jiejie.

~~~

Later on~~

A-Qing: Jiggy hiii!!

Hi xue yang.

Yao: how are you, A-qing?

A-Qing: I'm good.

Rusong: *blushing* ( she's wearing the outfit I gifted her.)

Xue yang: kid, what's this? You look like a girl!

A-Qing; shut up. And thanks for the compliment.

Mo xuanyu: yangyang, don't tease her like that.

Su she: elegant.

Rusong: you look stunning, Xiao Qing.

A-Qing: thanks rich gege and team D! Except for xue yang.

Xue yang: I take back my compliment then!

Rusong: where's your haipin?

A-Qing: *mouth full* pawned it.

Yao: *astounded*

Rusong: ohh. Why for? Didn't you like it?

A-Qing: yea, but I got so many and I need to get money.

I'm saving all of Jiggy's money, so that I can be the richest. Even richer than you.

Rusong: I see. *smile*

*sighs* at least you're honest.

Yao: *looks at Song'er, understanding his feelings*

A-Qing: rich gege! Can you pass the osmanthous cakes?!

Rusong: *friendly* here you go. You like osmanthous cakes?

A-Qing: yea! Mmmm. Rich gege your palace food is the best!

*slurps noodles as well*

Rusong: *jokingly* Xiao Qing? Did you pawn my coat as well?

A-qing: nooo don't worry, rich gege. I used it as a pillow last night!!

Mo xuanyu: *gasps* coat?!!!!!

Xue yang: used as a pillow last night Omg!!!!

Su she: stop teasing Song'er and A-qing.

Xue yang: I know that you do that with Jiggy's robes, Minshan! I have your files!

Su she: shhhh.

Rusong: excellent Xiao qing. And a disclaimer to team D. She was feeling cold, so I gave it to her just to warm up.

Yao: *pats his head lovingly* that's my son. A true Dianxia.

Su she: awwww what a gentleman!

Mo xuanyu: our adorable A-Song!!! He grew into an ideal young Dianxia.

Xue yang: if you kissed her then she'll feel more warm.

Anyways good job, Song'er.

Rusong: *smiling nervously*

A-qing: *continuing her lunch* ah some good food!! Top tier!

Rusong: I'm so happy you enjoy the food!

A-Die, last night I showed A-qing the garden and teahouse. And we talked for a bit.

Yao: aww that's so cute.

Xue yang: Qingqing was getting railed by a fox spirit wowwww. This girl got some game, like her guardian.

A-qing: stop being gross!!

Su she: nah, these two won't do that. I believe they just spent time.

Mo xuanyu: yea xue yang.

Xue yang: they are the second generation xueyao. Of course they're secretly mischievous.

Mo xuanyu: lol.

Rusong: nothing happened, team D.

Yao: A-qing, do you like martial arts?

A-Qing: yea! I do. Xue yang and white gege taught me a lot of martial skills!

When I get older, I want to be a general!! I'm gonna fight these mfs who come near my family! And Rusong too.

Yao: that's such a sweet career. I wish you good luck.

Su she: maybe I can teach you a few things as well, A-Qing.

A-Qing: sure Minshan!!! That will be so fun!

Rusong: (maybe I can get her something to help her with martial arts.)

A-Qing: *blows tea and chugs it*

Rusong: do you want some more?

A-Qing: yea! Rich gege!

Mo xuanyu: A-Qing, omg who did your makeup?

A-Qing: I'm not wearing any.

Mo xuanyu: ohh. You got natural beauty then.

Xue yang: she got that from me.

A-Qing;: the only thing I got from you is a migraine.

Xue yang: A-Qing!! It was Songlan.

He gave me the migraine and I gave it to you.

Mo xuanyu: migraines aren't contagious.

Xue yang: who's side are you on?!!!

Su she: can they be inherited?

Xue yang: exactly. She got it from me, but I developed it from Songlan.

A-Qing: ew.

Yao: guangshan gives me a migraine.

Mo xuanyu: poor Yao gege. At least you're now the hulijing emperor.

Su she: that reigns and slays!

A-Qing: *shocked* you're the hulijing emperor????

Yao: well yes, A-qing.

A-Qing: right right right. Sometimes I forget. And rich gege is so charming that my ears and mind get clogged.

Yao: *laughing* haha, well my Song'er is definitely charming.

A-Qing: Yea.

Yao: why don't you two take a walk through the halls, or maybe visit the study.

A-Qing: that would be fun!!

Rusong: sure! I'll show her around.

A-Qing: sounds like a plan, rich gege!

Rusong: *smile*

~~~

After lunch......

A-Qing: *goes back to her room*

She glares at Rusong's coat which was underneath her pillow.

A-Qing: Rich gege has a sense of fashion. These golden patterns are very beautiful.

*touches* and the fabric is so silky.

I don't think he won't mind me keeping it for a while. Heehee.

Ah let me get ready. *sits and decides to use makeup*

A-Qing: *confused*

Uhh....Xiao wei!

Xiao wei: *running in* yea meimei.

A-Qing: mo xuanyu had gifted me a makeup set and I don't know the lipstick from the eyeshadow. And what is this black ink? Am I supposed to sign something with that! I can't write Xiao wei.

Xiao wei: oh meimei, relax. That's eyeliner. This is the eye shadow here, or the huadian. Also here's the lipstick.

A-Qing: thank you!

You know mo xuanyu is soo sweet, sending me these things.

Xiao wei: let me do it for you, meimei.

A-Qing: sure.

Xiao wei: what if Dianxia sent it for you.

A-Qing: uhhh rich gege!! I don't know what I would do. *blush*

Xiao wei: aww, why are you so flustered.

A-Qing: oho I can never by flustered by your Dianxia. Hmpf! I'm not one of those girls who fall for his cute little dimples, his big brown eyes and his pleasant regal nature.

Xiao wei: quite descriptive.

A-Qing: just do my makeup. *annoyed*

Some minutes later.....

Xiao wei: done!!

A-Qing: waww, look at me. You're really gifted.

Xiao wei: thank you. We're all trained by official Mo anyways.

A-Qing: ah.

Mo xuanyu is so glamorous lol.

Xiao wei: yea. He has a passion for makeup.

Anyways meimei, I got to go finish something up. Have fun on your date.

A-Qing: what date?!!! I'm just going to chat with rich gege! That's all. And I want to look decent in front of him, as he's Dianxia and all.

Xiao wei: hehehe, why are you explaining. I was just teasing you.

A-Qing: *blushing*

Xiao wei: anyways. Got to go, meimei.

.

A-Qing: date. *rolls eyes*

Xue yang: *entering* ohh what's this stuff on your face.

A-Qing: makeup, xue yang!!

Xue yang: oh, I thought that you got hit by something. Anyways, you look great, kid!

A-Qing: why are you here?

Xue yang: cuz this is team dimple's Mansion. And I'm your guardian, heehee.

So you're going to take a tour with the hulijing prince, huh. *grins*

A-Qing: yes. But I'm not a simp like you.

Xue yang: you don't need to simp. Cuz you bagged him already.

A-Qing: stop it.

Xue yang: are you nervous?

A-Qing: no!

Xue yang: *pokes* tell me the truth.

A-Qing: why are you teasing me! Don't you have an emperor to drool over! Or some tongue tea to make.

Xue yang: A-Qing. Come on. I would find out by any means.

A-Qing: fine!

His gestures and little dimples are cute. Is that what you want to hear?

Xue yang: yup! *runs out* bye!!!

A-Qing: so random.

He better not tell anyone.

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

You KNOW I gotta do the "interactions every moon" thing now that I got the new Lifegen sooo

INTERACTIONS EVER MOON: SIBLING ADDITION

[...] --> indicates Storm (main character) responded.

Green --> Storm's response.

Purple --> mentions another sibling.

MOON 1 (AGE 0)

Petalkit (sister): Stormkit shivers at the breeze. Despite their small size and young age, Petalkit notices. "MEOW!" Their father, Mistlebat, looks at the kit and sees her pointing at Stormkit with her little paw. Mistlebat pulls them both closer.

Creekkit (sister): Falls into a slumber next to Stormkit.

Primkit (brother): Let's out an annoyed squeak when Stormkit flops on him.

.

MOON 2 (AGE 1)

Petalkit: "Stormkit! I was just wondering, where did you get your shiny pebble? The one that sits in your nest--Sorry, I was having a peak but there was this weird shiny thing that just....Y'know, was shiny." [....] "Near the stream, you mean out of camp? Dang it!" [....] "Wait, you'll get me one? Thank you, Stormkit!"

Petalkit has wasting disease.

Creekkit: "Stormkit, family means forever, right? We're always gonna be together? We're not gonna turn out like those siblings that fight all the time and stop liking each other, are we?"

["Of course not!"]

"Heh. Of course not. It was silly of me to even ask. Why would I ever stop liking you?"

Primkit: "Stormkit! Do you think I could climb up that big rock wall up there? What do you think is on the other side? Maybe it's that thing that turns cats into leaders, like when Riverstar bested that evil old cat! You know that one? I think it's the one Sablestar used. Maybe I'll ask him about it."

Slightly changed.

.

MOON 3 (AGE 2)

Petalkit: "Sorry, did you say something?"

["No."]

"No? Oh--But, hold up, I have a question. What do you think of Primkit? Out of curiousity?"

["Tacky."]

"Tacky? Yeah, me too. Thought I was the only one."

Creekkit: "Hey, Stormkit, can I share some of me fabulous wisdem?" [....] "Okay, get ready to have your mind--uh....explosion! Ahem, if you don't know what that bug is or didn't like it the first time, don't eat it."

Primkit: Compares the size of his paws with Petalkit. "Mine are bigger! Mine are totally bigger than yours! Heehee!"

Maybe Petalkit was mad and called him tacky for that.

.

MOON 4 (AGE 3)

Petalkit: [Stormkit watches as Petalkit chases her tail while Creek and Prim laugh hysterically].

Creekkit: "Stormkit. Buddy. Best friend. We've GOTTA try this. Fernroot told me that if you eat three mice, one rabbit, and howl at the moon, you get magic powers!" [....] "What? It's totally real, he wouldn't lie to me like that! I prommissseee."

Primkit: "Stormkit, Mistlebat says it's my turn with the mossball! You have to give it back!" [....] "Come onnnnn!" [....] "Hmph. That's it, I'm gonna tell on you!"

.

MOON 5 (AGE 4)

Petalkit: DIED FROM COMPLICATIONS CAUSED BY WASTING DISEASE.

Creekkit: Creekkit ignores Stormkit at first. Stormkit nudges her to get her attention. "Oh, Stormkit! I'm so sorry! It's just that...Look at this bug I found! I want to give him a name, but I've been thinking all day and just don't know! I was thinking of naming him Dasherbug. Oh, or Dancerbug! Or Prancerbug, or maybe Vixenbug...."

Note: I imagine that Creekkit was thinking about Petalkit, and made up the bug thing on the spot so that she didn't have to talk about it.

Primkit: "Stormkit! Stormkit!" [....] What do you think of this cool stick I found? I bet I could rule the entirety of RiverClan with it! Or even ShadowClan! Or every Clan in the WORLD! Woah, what if I could even rule all the Twolegs in the world, so they have to do everything I tell them?"

.

MOON 6 (AGE 5)

Petalkit: [Mistlebat, their father, tells a story about Petalkit to Stormkit].

Petalkit is sad about being apart from Mistlebat.

Creekkit: "Blackaster just told me the funniest joke ever! It went like--heehee--How did the--*snrk*--how did the--AHAHAHA!!!"

Primkit: "Stormkit! Stormkit! Stormkit! Stormkit! Stormkit!" [....] "...Hi!"

.

MOON 7 (AGE 6)

Stormpaw was attacked by a group of rats!

Petalpaw: Doesn't really understand what being in StarClan means.

Creekpaw: "Do you ever wonder what it's like up there? In StarClan, I mean. There must be loads of cats up there. Do you think they get any peace? Do they have camps? What about borders? I know they're said to be rather free-going and all, but I just sorta wonder....how do they manage it? I can barely handle staying in the apprentices' den since you and Primpaw are chattering on all the time! However they do it, they must be really patient and strong to handle all that chattering....."

Primpaw: "Oh, sorry, were you saving this shrew?" [Primpaw licks the entire shrew, then shoots Stormpaw a dirt-eating grin]. "Whoops. Guess it's mine now. Hehehe].

.

MOON 8 (AGE 7)

Creekpaw: "Hey, Stormpaw, what are we gonna do today?" [....] "What? You....need to get some chores done by yourself? Oh, okay....That's fine. I guess I'll find something else to do." [Creekpaw leaves so that Storm can work, tail drooping."

Note: After Petal and Prim died, Creekpaw wants to stick with her remaining family.

Primpaw: KILLED BY A FOX

.

MOON 9 (AGE 8)

Stormpaw recovered from the rat bites, but one of her legs is permentantly weakened, not helped by her already twisted foot she had from birth.

Creekpaw: "Ah--Hey, Stormpaw! Over here! Where have you been? I've been waiting for you to hit up the fresh-kill pile!....I'm so starving, I could eat a whole badger!" [....] "Ack, okay, that's kind of gross. Maybe not a badger, but like, a quail, or somthing. [The sisters chat happily as they grab food together].

.

MOON 10 (AGE 9)

Creekpaw: [Stares at her paws self-consciously after returning from a hunting patrol. Fernroot tries to reassure her, but Creek looks away]. "How am I ever gonna be a real warrior if I can't even catch my own prey?"

["Everyone struggles sometimes. You'll get it eventually, I'm sure of it!"]

"You're telling me you noticed I did bad on patrol?"

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MOON 11 (AGE 10)

Creekpaw: [Stormpaw invites Creekpaw to sneak out at night together] "Erm...I think I'm okay. I'd prefer a quite night in, if that's alright with you. Make sure you're careful, though! I'll try and cover for you if you get caught, but, ah, no promises."

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MOON 12 (AGE 11)

Creekpaw: [Stormpaw sneaks back to camp after a late night patrol, only to find Creekpaw waiting for her]. "Stormpaw! You're back! You were gone so long, I was starting to get worried....I thought you had been hurt, or gone missing, or--or--"

[Stormpaw presses into Creekpaw. "I'm alright."]

[Creekpaw presses againse her, still shaking with relief].

.

MOON 13 (AGE 12)

Creekpaw: "Hi, Stormpaw. I thought I heard someone talking about me earlier. Was it you? Did I do something wrong?"

.

MOON 14 (AGE 13)

Creekwater: "Ah, hey, Stormbright! Pretty nice out today, huh? [....] Wanna come soak up the rays with me? Gotta enjoy the sun while we still can. Pretty sure it's gonna rain tomorrow....See those clouds gatheirng? Ah....Gimme a second. Thinking about it too hard makes me dizzy."

.

MOON 15 (AGE 14)

Creekwater: [Anxiously scans the sky for hawks, fur bristling].

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MOON 15 (AGE 14)

Creekwater: "Hi, Stormbright. I thought I heard someone talking about me earlier. Was it you? Did I do something wrong?"

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MOON 16 (AGE 15)

Stormbright murdered Creekwater.

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MOON 15 (AGE 14)

Stormbringer bargains with StarClan, begging them to give Creekwater back.

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Future resident: Stormbright.

Victim: Creekwater

Keep a look out for Stormbright's profile to see why she killed her...

[dol--blathanna]

5, 12, 19 for the OC ask meme! c:

Thanks for the ask!! 🥰🥰

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Not to be boring and predictable, but it would be my main OC Ameer. He’s certainly the OC I’ve put the most time and thought into, as he is a main character in my fanfic. I love him a lot, and I’ve put a lot of effort into his character arcs, his personality and his relationships with other characters, so he’s certainly the obvious choice for the OC that I would pick to be known! But if I have to answer this question on Hard Mode and NOT pick Ameer…it’s a tough one because I think I would pick my OC who is currently known as The Mysterious Woman. But the problem is, I can’t really talk about why because it’s a secret!! 😂 I will say that I do enjoy writing her and I’m excited to show her off more!

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

To be honest I’m not sure if I could just name one!! What I really enjoy about being in the witcher fandom is seeing all the different OCs that people make – I think the fact that the witcher world is very vast and interesting gives opportunities for a lot of very interesting, diverse and unique OCs!! So one of my favourite things is getting to see all the really great OCs people have thought up of – there are some really great designs, backstories and characters out there, it’s hard to only pick one!! (Of course, all the OCs from elizabethoarts are lovely!! 🥰🥰 Admittedly I am biased towards those with pretty hair like Lizzy ahahaha)

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Again, not to be boring but Ameer means a lot to me. It’s very strange to me to think that I created him basically on a whim when I first started writing my fanfic years ago, thinking “oh this sort of character would be cool!” and now he’s an OC that I’ve put so much time and thought into. Especially because the past few years of my academic life have been pretty difficult and stressful, and maybe it’s cringe but working on my silly little fanfic was a very important source of fun and enjoyment for me, and Ameer is a very big part of that. I’ve enjoyed writing his character so much and developing his arcs, so even when I was in the middle of nowhere stuck on stressful placements, it was always nice to have this familiar, fun character to go back to, and who I’ve come to love so much. Thinking about it, I first got the idea of Promises to Keep in about 2018, and then started posting it in 2019, so that’s quite a few years he’s been bouncing around my head!! His character also gave me an opportunity to work through some of my feelings with being very anxious, in the sense that I was able to realise that it’s not something I should feel embarrassed or ashamed about. So yeah, he means a lot to me!! My Fox Son 💖💖💖

I’d say that Gwenllian also means a lot for a bit of a simpler reason – I made her before I fully realised some Things™️ about myself, so then looking back now that I have realised those Things™️, I appreciate her even more ahaha!!

Again, thank you for the ask!! This was fun!! 😊😊

[hikari-writes]

I cant believe i was actually proud of this when i made it this morning but ne ways--

Turning yamaguchi into a strawberry with an unexpected kiss <3

[fanfic-chan]

Day 17: Trick-or-Treat

Lers!Dazai and Kyouka/Lee!Atsushi

"Ahh... Dazai-san? Are you... Are you sure about this? I feel kinda silly..."

Atsushi murmured from behind the bathroom door he was currently hiding behind, only his head peeking out so that he could question his somewhat obnoxious mentor's sanity once again. Dazai merely laughed at his question.

"Why of course I am dear Atsushi-kun~!" He drawled, not even bothering trying to hide the teasing grin on his face, "Just look at how much fun little Kyouka is having! Don't tell me you're getting cold feet on us now after she's already gotten so excited about tonight~..."

Indeed, the young girl did look like she was having a good time, spinning and twirling around in front of a nearby mirror to admire the cute, oversized bunny onesie she was currently dressed up in for something Dazai had called..

'trick or treating (???)' which he was apparently taking them out to do that very night.

Atsushi had never even heard of it before, much less participated in it, but when Dazai had approached him that morning with the idea of taking him and Kyouka out to do it to 'get in touch with their inner child' or something, he had to admit it did sound pretty interesting, so he had agreed.

Now, as he stood there in the dressing room, staring at himself in the mirror, dressed in a rather adorable looking white tiger onesie that was quite similar to the one that Kyouka herself was wearing, he was beginning to wonder if he was in to deep...

"Well, no, but-" He started, but was quickly interrupted by the other man as he clapped his hands together.

"Good! Then come on out and show us your costume then!" He said, watching in amusement as, ever so slowly, the weretiger crept his way out. When he finally mustered up enough to courage to reveal himself, he heard a little gasp from Kyouka when she spotted him.

"Your costume looks really cute, Atsushi-san." She said softly, and though her smile was small and shy, he could practically see the excitement shining in her eyes.

"Ah. I guess, thank you Kyouka-kun.. But, I'm really not so sure-" He started to respond before being interrupted by Dazai, who was currently making his way over with one of the smuggest grins Atsushi had ever seen on his face.

"Awww come on Atsushi-kun, you can't be having second thoughts now! Especially after I already went through all that trouble to find the perfect costume for you! Now you're truly gonna be the cutest little kitty cat in all of Yokohama!" He teased, ruffling his hair playfully as he pulled the younger boy into a loose chokehold, causing him yelp in surprise.

"Wha- Hey! I'm not a cat! I'm a tiger!" He protested with a whine, squirming in his mentor's grip with very little result to show for his efforts. His struggling only seemed to increase, however, when the former mafia member suddenly started pinching at the back of his neck, and a startled laugh escaped him before he could stop himself. Dazai grinned.

"Awww what's this now? Is our precious little tiger ticklish? Hm? Is that it? Is this how I'm gonna have to convince you to go with us little Atsushi? Is it?" He teased, following Atsushi down as his knees buckled and he sunk to the floor almost instantly. When he noticed Kyouka still standing there unsurely out of the corner of his eye, he waved the girl over.

"Well? Get over here and help me out will you Kyouka-chan! You're not gonna make me battle this ferocious beast into submission all on my own are you?!" He gasped, feigning offense when she still seemed to hesitate, and this time, between his playful tone and Atsushi's borderline hysterical giggles, she finally seemed to give into her childish side and joined in.

"Ahahaha! Oh nohohoho!! Kyouka nohohot you toooo!!" Atsushi cried, though it was quite obvious by his lack of true struggling that there wasn't any real distress behind it. In fact, if Dazai didn't know any better, he might even say that he was enjoying it. How cute.

"Ehe! Ahahaha!! Thihihis- Thihihihis isn't fahahahair!! Nohoho!" He whined, going limp and turning around so he could hide his burning face in his mentor's chest when he realized that there was no point in struggling against them anymore.

"Well? What do you say Atsushi?" Dazai asked once he heard a few broken hiccups starting to mix in with his kouhai's giggles, "Are you going to go trick-or-treating with us?"

"... Okahahay fihihine! Yehehes! Yehehehehesss!! I'll gohohoho alreheheady I prohohohomise! Now stohohohohop!!" He gave in, finally, and just like that they stopped.

"Ehehehe... You... Yohohou guys are the wohohohorst..." He complained as he sat up, still catching his breath, and he yelped when his comment earned him a teasing pinch to his side from Dazai.

"Well then, now that that's settled! Let's get going now shall we~?" The older man said as he stood, pulling both Kyouka and Atsushi up along with him before waltzing his way out of the apartment door as if nothing had even happened, Kyouka quick to follow as she wordlessly grabbed onto Atsushi's hand and tugged him along. He couldn't help but smile a little.

Ah well, maybe this whole 'trick-or-treating' thing wouldn't be so bad afterall...

[widowsistersandfriends]

hi, I love your writing and was wondering if you'd be willing to write something with either Wanda Maximoff or Yelena Belova who are trying to draw on the reader but the reader can't sit still because it tickles too much?

Hi anon! Thank you so much, I'm glad you like my writing! I decided to throw them both in there to make it a little more chaotic, so I hope you enjoy!

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Today at the compound, some of the younger Avengers, including you, had planned on putting on a play for the older Avengers. You, Peter, Kate, and Yelena were all participating in the play. 

The play consisted of different animals meeting for the first time in the jungle, and eventually going on adventures together. It was silly to say the least, but the four of you were excited to perform in front of the Avengers that you admired the most.

You were playing a tiger, as you got ready by putting on an orange t-shirt with stripes and a pair of orange shorts. Meanwhile, Wanda was helping paint your face orange, along with a few whiskers.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, you look adorable!” Wanda cooed, after putting the finishing touches on your face.

“Really? You think so?” You asked, as you took the hand-held mirror that the witch gave you.

“Of course, Y/N! You’re so cute,” Wanda said.

You smiled at how your tiger costume turned out, eager to perform in front of the other Avengers. However, just as you were about to leave, Yelena came rushing over in her elephant costume.

“Y/N! You don’t look anything like a tiger!” Yelena teased playfully.

“What do you mean?” You asked, genuinely concerned.

“Your legs, feet, and arms are still human,” Yelena teased, running a nail up your sole, causing you to shriek and pull your foot back.

Yelena smirked and looked towards Wanda with an evil glint in her eye.

“Y/N, we have to paint your body to match your clothes so you look more like a tiger, okay?” Wanda explained, while Yelena ran off evilly to get the paint and brush.

“What?!? Why?!? You asked, now suddenly feeling worried and nervous from the current atmosphere.

“Don’t ask questions, Y/N, just trust us. We know what we’re doing,” Yelena said, as she was now back with a larger brush and the can of orange paint.

Wanda slowly dipped the brush into the paint, going over your arms, and earning the occasional giggle from you. 

“Awwww, poor little Y/N, does that tickle?” Wanda teased, as you struggled not to move your arm too much and mess her up.

Once your arms were painted orange with black stripes, Yelena took over and began to paint your legs.

You snorted the minute the brush made contact with your thighs, as you began to squirm frantically.

“AHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES,” you cried out, trying to push Yelena’s hands away.

“Quit squirming so much, Y/N, you’re gonna mess me up!” Yelena teased, now lightly dragging the brush over your knees.

“STAHAHAHAHP YOHOHOU’RE DOHOHOIHIHING IHIHIHT OHOHON PURPOHOHOSE,” you squealed out, stating the obvious.

“Oh am I now?” Yelena teased, tickling your foot lightly with one hand, while the other hand still had the brush lightly going over your knees.

You squealed with hysterical laughter, as Wanda now held you down with her powers.

“Thanks crazy witch lady,” Yelena snarked, as the witch just rolled her eyes fondly. 

“Now, where were we? Oh right, your feet still need to be painted!” Yelena said excitedly.

“WAIT NO!” You shrieked, as Yelena began to brush up and down the soles of your feet.

“OHOHOKAY STAHAHAP IHIHI LOOHOHK LIHIHIHKE AHAHA TIHIHIGER,” you squealed out, desperate to get her to stop. Instead you just felt fingers wiggling into your armpits, as Wanda joined in on the fun.

“NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT,” you cried out, unable to move your arms anywhere, as they stayed put above your head. 

“Wow, I didn’t know tigers had such contagious laughter!” Wanda teased, now wiggling her fingers between your upper ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE,” you screamed out, as Yelena was now using the brush under your toes.

You wiggled your toes as much as possible, but the brush stayed right where it was.

“We also can’t forget about your tummy!” Yelena said, as she pulled your shirt up slightly, and began to run the brush over your stomach and sides. All while Wanda was still drilling into your upper ribs.

You let out a wheeze, before falling into silent laughter, unable to scream out any more phrases begging them to stop.

The two girls finally let you go, as you lay there panting and trying to catch your breath.

“You good, Y/N?” Wanda asked, patting your head.

“Oh yeah, I’m just wonderful,” you said back sarcastically, earning a poke to your ribs.

“Wait! Your neck isn’t orange, so you’re not a proper tiger yet!” Wanda exclaimed, quickly reaching for the brush.

“Wait no!” You cried out, before breaking into hysterical giggles, as the brush swiped over your neck at a fast pace.

“Y/N, if you keep squirming so much, you’ll ruin the paint that’s already done on your face,” Wanda teased, making sure to add extra layers of paint so that it wouldn’t come off. And also to tickle you more.

Wanda finally let up on her torture, letting you go once and for all.

“My gosh, Y/N, you’re so ticklish that your character in the play should be the ticklish tiger!” Wanda teased as you blushed and looked away.

“C’mon, Y/N let’s go put on a play for these old people,” Yelena said, looking a bit different than she usually does, as she was wearing a ridiculous elephant costume.

The four of you took the stage, all prepared to put on an adorable play for the other Avengers. They all gathered around in the living room of the compound, eager to see what was in store for them. 

For the most part, you all memorized your lines and stuck to the script, making the play a huge success. However, Yelena occasionally went off from the script, poking your side or ribs whenever you were near or passing by her, causing you to squeal and jerk away in surprise. The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction, as did the others in the audience. 

After the play, the older Avengers came up to you to tell you how well you did. 

“Wow, your costume looks so realistic! Your entire body is orange,” Natasha said looking you over.

“Yeah, thanks to Wanda and Yelena, I was able to look like a real tiger!” You explained excitedly.

“I hope it didn’t tickle too much,” Natasha commented with a smirk.

“Oh no, Y/N was way too ticklish that Wanda had to hold them down with her powers,” Yelena chimed in, as you shot her a playful glare.

“What? It’s not my fault that you’re so ticklish,” Yelena said with a fond eye roll.

You let out a huff of annoyance, as Natasha then led you to the kitchen to have a popsicle, which immediately brightened your spirits.

You happily ate a strawberry flavored popsicle while daydreaming at the table, knowing that this would be one of your favorite memories with the Avengers.

[bonketh]

|Cuddle Headcanons With The Countries!|

´ˎ˗-Aha! Hello again! This’ll probably be long, so- have fun uh- reading this all, haha..-

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|✎Fandom|:『Countryhumans』

|✎Characters Used|: 『Russia;America;Germany;Poland』

|✎TW: 『suggestive- maybe-』

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⊱┊Russia ´ˎ˗

>He’s not one for physical affection. Hell, he’s not one for affection in general. He’s not used to it, and most of all, doesn’t.. exactly know how to be affectionate- Before Russia met you, he had previous relationships, of course, but he’d never experienced much lovey-dovey stuff.

>And so when you hugged him for the first time, he froze. “..[Y/n], what.. are you doing?” “hugging you, silly!”

>Touched starved? Most definitely. Ever since you’ve hugged him for the first time, he’s always loathing for you’re touch again. “[Y/n]..? Can.. you do that thing again? Where you put you’re arms around me?”

>He’d ask you silly little questions, feeling embarrassed as he did so. Eventually, Russia grew more comfortable with the physical affection. He’d sometimes plop you onto his lap and just.. sit in silence as he’d cuddle you.

>It’s usually rare to see Russia this affectionate towards someone, so- you’re special!

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⊱┊America´ˎ˗

>He loves cuddles! Even though he’s quiet half of the time, and doesn’t ask much from you, whenever you’d hug him, or lean against him, he’d always pull you in for a cuddle session!

>At times, when he’s tired, or just down, he’d go to you, and just wrap his arms around you, nuzzling you’re neck. 

>In all honesty, America likes holding you. It makes him feel safe. Everytime he has you in his arms, he thinks you’re safe, and he feels pride knowing that you’d feel safe in his arms.

>”Hey, [Y/n].” “Yeah?” “Wanna go upstairs and watch a movie or something?” “..You mean engage in a whole 2 hour cuddle session?” “..yeahh..”

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⊱┊Germany´ˎ˗

>He’s not one for showing affection. Half of the time, he’s just working upstairs in his office. 

>Although, whenever you’d hug him out of no where, he’d freak out, and become a puddle. “[Y]-[Y/n]? V-vhat are jou.. doing..?” “Cuddles. now.”

>Germany would take a short break from paperwork, just to cuddle you. Or- more like you cuddle him. He doesn’t mind, really. He finds great comfort in you’re cuddles.

>He feels loved. And it’s a sweet thing between you too, like- really. It’s wholesome.

>You’d go just as far as sitting in his lap whilst he works. Of course, you’d nag him about going to bed, but Germany would grow used to it. Whenever he’s just had enough of you’re nagging, he’d just take you into the room and shut you up.

>heh.

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>oh dear.

>This poor child is so touch starved it’s not even funny. The thing is, Poland doesn’t want anyone touching him. At all. But he loathes for attention?

>His past interferes with the interactions he has when it comes to affection, physical affection, to say the least.

>The first time you asked if you both could cuddle, he was hesitant, but agreed nonetheless. He was tense, and jumpy of course, but eventually relaxed, and melted into you’re touch.

>He’d wrap his wing around the both of you, and just pull you closer to him, as if you were a delicate, fragile item. He’s afraid of losing you.

>And so, when you did start showing him more physical affection, he began wanting more and more. “[Y/n]..? Could we.. cuddle..? Again..?”

>Honestly, it’s adorable. He’d come up to you, and to the small finger twiddle thing, and quietly ask to cuddle. When you answer with a joyful ‘sure’ or ‘yes’, his eyes would light up.

>tis adorable-

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I got.. abit lazy on Poland’s part- i wasn’t exactly sure on what more to put- hope this was ok though. and i might as well forget about the ‘most likely won’t post anything’ i put in my uh- first post- ahahaha-

[honey-milk-depresso]

Genshin Onboard The Crux!

Various Genshin Characters x Reader. Hope you enjoy!

“Kazuha?”

“Yes.”

Beidou had just introduced you to a member she had not showed you before.

Apparently, this white haired boy named Kazuha, was someone who originated in Inazuma.

Personally, you had never been there, but you heard Inazuma was a beautiful place, with loads of pretty trees, architecture and the sky was much clearer than anywhere from what you heard.

“So, Kazuha? You’re from Inazuma?”

“Sort of.”

“It might be a little selfish of me, since I just kind of met you, but... do you think you could bring me to see Inazuma one day?”

Kazuha pursed his lips, a little frown dawn on his face.

“Ah! Never mind! That was a stupid question wasn’t it? Of course, you won’t be free..”

Kazuha quickly snapped out of his trance, shaking his head vigorously in response as he puts his hands up.

“No, no, it’s not that it’s just... I don’t think they’ll want me to go back..”

“What do you mean?”

“Inazuma.... I was exiled from Inazuma.”

“Huh?”

“Ah..”

“Oh, never mind about that. But, do you like it here in the Crux? I’m not a member here, but I enjoy being here! I made new friends and they’re actually nice people here, although many people say the ship’s full of scavengers and stuff. And that’s not true! 

Miss Beidou is actually nice! And Xiangling is super sweet and super cool! What do you think?”

Kazuha paused for awhile, before he looked at you, a small and soft smile adorned his features.

“Yes. And I say I made a new friend. You.”

He stayed like that, only to shortly blushed in embarrassment, covering his face with his two hands.

“That’s if... you do..”

You giggled. “Silly Kazuha, of course I do!”

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“Hi Xiangling!”

“Oh! Y/n! Just in time! I made some new dishes for Miss Beidou and Mr Kazuha to try out! Plenty to go around for you too! Everyone got their fill except those two!”

“Miss Beidou, were you and Kazuha dealing with treasure hoarders back at-”

“Yeah, we were and-”

Beidou’s eyes widened. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt ya, Y/n.”

“It’s alright!” You plopped yourself in between Kazuha and Beidou, the seat in between them was vacant so why not?

“What’s on the menu today, Madame Xiangling?”

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“And he was all shallow afterwards!”

The crowd that gathered around the dining table roared with laughter.

Everyone else seemed to be drunk like Beidou who was sharing her stories of today,

meanwhile you, Kazuha and Xiangling were minding you’re own business, having your own conversation between you three.

“Geez, everyone’s already gotten so drunk,” Kazuha commented.

“Well, the Crux is a very lively place!” Xiangling added.

“Yeah, actually, Mr Diluc gave me some fresh grape juice for me to try out! You three want some?”

“Sure.”

“All for it!”

You took three of your empty cups and poured the grape juice out. The sound of cheerful laughter echoed through the night.

You passed them the three cups. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” as your cups clinked against each other, your quiet giggling erupting from the three of you seemed much louder than the drunk happy laughter from the back.

Kazuha and Xiangling, two best friends that made you really grateful and happy to have met them. And Beidou had always seemed like that badass mother taking care of the three of you. 

You weren’t a member, but the Crux was like a second family to you. Memories after memories and you would never forget them.

Kazuha smiled at you as you sipped your grape juice. He covered your hand you laid down on your seat with his own.

You blushed. “Wha- Kazuha, what are you doing?? Don’t tell me you’re that light weighted that grape juice can take you out, too!”

Kazuha playfully rolled his eyes. “No silly,” his eyes softened as he stared at both of your hands. “I’m just really happy I met you guys. And especially you, y/n..”

“Oh?~ Kazu is actually getting REALLY soft for, y/n?~ How romantic! Ahahaha!” Xiangling teases, laughing.

Kazuha blushed a red that could rival Diluc’s hair, stuttering out, “I- It’s nothing like that! Stop laughing... Xiangling!!”

Beidou caught a glimpse of what was going on between the three of you, smirking as she gulped down her wine.

“Those three..” She muttered, shaking her head with a smile, before starting another drunk story of hers.

Always a happy day onboard the Crux!

[sleepdeprivedsloth]

Cold Foot

[MHA - Midoriya, Todoroki]

summary: Todoroki is caught walking around with a sock covering only one of his feet. Midoriya is determined to figure out the reasoning behind his unusual clothing choices. (platonic TodoDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: tickling

words: 1.4 k

a/n: haha finally branching out into the dekusquad characters bc they are so sweet and i love them!! but yeah i hope you all enjoy reading this, much love <<33

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The first time Todoroki walked out of his dorm room with a sock on only one of his feet, everyone thought it was just a silly oversight. It was still pretty early in the morning; maybe his brain just needed a bit more time to fully wake up and realize that he hadn’t exactly finished getting dressed.

The second time he was caught walking around half-barefoot, Todoroki received a few confused glances, but the majority of his peers chose to cut him some slack and let him be. It was a Saturday after all; maybe he was just too lazy to be bothered.

However, when his classmates passed through the common area and saw Todoroki lounging on the couch, both feet outstretched but only one wearing a plain white sock for the third time, they started to suspect that these occurrences weren’t accidental. Most had paused for a moment to take in Todoroki’s abnormal clothing choices, looking upon the scene with complete and utter confusion, but ultimately decided that it was best to just let the fire and ice hero-in-training do his own thing.

Not Midoriya though. Much like his peers, the green-haired boy had stopped and stared for a few seconds to internally ponder on the different possibilities as to why Todoroki chose to only cover up one foot, but it didn’t take long for his curiosity to inevitably get the better of him.

Midoriya casually made his way towards Todoroki and settled himself on the couch, sitting beside the intriguingly half-socked feet. Feeling the cushions shift from the added weight, Todoroki looked up from his phone and peered at Midoriya expectantly. “Can I help you with something, Midoriya?”

“Why are you wearing a sock on only one of your feet?” Midoriya promptly asked, as if he was anxiously waiting for his friend to acknowledge his presence. His green eyes subconsciously moved their curious gaze to the feet in question. “At first, I thought that the need to put on the other sock just slipped your mind, but you’re more attentive than that. You wouldn’t have missed something as simple as a missing sock. But then again-” Midoriya looked back up sheepishly as he stopped himself from going on a full-on rant, having to mentally refocus himself on the matter at hand. “A-anyways, I was just wondering why you only wear one sock, that’s all.”

Todoroki’s lips curled up slightly when Midoriya pulled himself out of his rambling. “Since the right side of my body can manipulate ice, my right foot doesn’t get cold like my left one does. There just simply is no need for me to wear a sock on that foot.”

And with that, Midoriya’s brain switched into research mode. He reached out and grabbed onto Todoroki’s right, unsocked foot, turning it around in his hands as he started inspecting it. “Huh, I never thought of it like that. But it does make sense, more so than the far-fetched theories that I had come up with..” 

In his peripheral vision, Midoriya saw Todoroki tense up, his nervous eyes trained on the foot that was trapped in Midoriya’s grasp. The green-haired boy could just barely make out the slightest hint of a giddy smile on his friend’s lips.

It didn’t take long for Midoriya to piece the subtle signs together. A mischievous glint flashed across his playful eyes as he set his new plan into motion. “Hey Todoroki, you wouldn’t mind if I were to experiment a bit with this new found information, right? It would be a great addition to my notes on your unique half and half quirk.”

Todoroki looked a bit uneasy at the thought of Midoriya performing hands-on research on him, but inevitably agreed. “Sure, I don’t mind.” He tried to relax himself and picked up his phone, resuming his mindless scrolling from before. Midoriya just wanted more accurate and detailed notes, that’s all. What was the worst that could happen?

“Great~” Midoriya laid a hand across Todoroki’s ankles, effectively pinning them down against the couch cushions. 

Todoroki’s head shot up to look at his trapped feet, eyes widening in surprise. “W-wait, Midoriya, what are you-”

“We already know that your fire side is more sensitive to the cold, but I wonder if it’s also more sensitive to touch…” Midoriya slowly dragged a finger down the length of Todoroki’s socked foot, starting just underneath his toes and traveling down to the heel. Up and down, over and over, again and again.

Todoroki choked on the laughter that was trying to force its way out of his throat as he instinctively tried to pull his feet away from the soft touches. Unfortunately for him, both feet were kept firmly in place by Midoriya’s strong hold. A small string of giggles escaped his lips when the torturous finger swiped against a particularly sensitive spot in the middle of his arch. “Nohohohoho! Midohohoriyahahaha!!”

Midoriya smiled at the sweet sound of his friend’s rare laughter, but he couldn’t break character just yet. “How does this feel? What would you rate the sensations on a scale from one to ten?”

With his mind being preoccupied with the soft, tickly feelings on his left foot, Todoroki genuinely couldn’t tell if Midoriya was purposefully teasing him or was just honestly curious about how much he could feel the sensations. Either way, the green-haired boy’s words caused a light blush to spread across his grinning face. “I dohohon’t knohow?”

Midoriya stopped the light tracing in favor of gently scribbling his five fingers against the socked sole. “How about now?”

Todoroki’s laughter raised an octave as his squirming became more desperate. “Ohokahahay okahahahay! Mahahahaybe a seheheven?”

“Hmm, interesting…” Midoriya momentarily stilled his fingers, allowing his friend a quick breather. “Let’s check your other foot now, shall we?”

A fresh wave of giddy panic flowed through Todoroki’s body. “Noho need! Haven’t yohou done enohough experimenting?” He started to lean forward and reach towards Midoriya, trying to grab ahold of his troublesome hands, but immediately fell back down the moment he felt fingers fluttering against his bare foot. “NOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Sorry, but we must compare the ratings of both feet to get the most accurate results,” Midoriya explained sympathetically, but both boys knew that he wasn’t really sorry. “Now, how would you rate the sensations on this foot?”

Todoroki tugged desperately at his feet, but Midoriya’s hold seemed unbreakable, especially since his own strength had been weakened from all of the squirming and laughing. He wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, as if to hold in the uncontrollable flow of laughter that left his face-splitting smile. “MIDOHOHOHORIYAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE, IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! LEHEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!!”

“My research isn’t complete yet, Todoroki!” Midoriya wiggled his fingers in between Todoroki’s scrunched toes. The fire and ice student threw his head back, his roars of laughter becoming even more hysterical. Midoriya beamed fondly at the sight of his friend finally letting loose from his much-too-serious persona. “If you would just rate how this feels, it would all be over~”

“AHAHAHAHA TEHEHEHEN! IHIHIHIHIT’S AHAHAHA TEHEHEN! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Todoroki called out, eyes squeezed shut to prevent his mirthful tears from spilling onto his flushed cheeks.

Midoriya stopped his tickling and brought both arms back down into his lap, giving his friend’s feet the freedom to move. Todoroki instantly brought his legs against his heaving chest and wrapped his arms around them protectively, resting his head on top of his knees.

With a victorious smile, Midoriya exclaimed, “Based on all of the research you have so generously helped me gather, I can now confidently conclude that your ice foot is definitely more sensitive to touch than your fire foot!”

“That’s nohot exactly accurate,” Todoroki argued, mindlessly tracing along the veins in the top of his right foot with an index finger. “My ‘ice foot,’ as you like to call it, was unsocked during the whole experiment. So of course it was going to be more sensitive than my-” Todoroki caught his mistake too late as he cautiously brought his gaze back up to look at Midoriya’s reaction. To his dismay, he was immediately met with the same mischievous green eyes from before.

“You’re absolutely right, Todoroki!” Midoriya agreed, slowly inching himself closer to his classmate. “We just simply need more data and then-”

Todoroki didn’t waste another precious second. He instantly leaped off of the couch and bolted out of the common area towards the elevator, already giggling uncontrollably as he heard Midoriya’s teasing words not too far behind him.

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a/n: thanks for reading everyone! ler midoriya is just *chef’s kiss* i love him okay? omg and when characters who don’t really smile much (cough cough todo and baku) genuinely laugh it is so cute i can’t!! lol anyways good night/day yall :)

[happyandticklish]

Sensitive Exploration

Notes: For the anon who requested a Hazbin fic with Angel and Alastor discovering each other’s death spot. Sorry this took so long, I had to get myself back into the mindset of the characters. I hope you enjoy the result!

Summary: Alastor has a tradition of tickling the different members of the hotel, and one day Angel decides to get him back. 

“If you just tell me, this will be over faster you know.”

“F-Fahahahack yohohou!”

Angel Dust often wondered how so often he found himself on the receiving end of Alastor’s so-called “punishments”. It was a tradition he had started a while back, after he had poked Charlie in the side and she had squeaked in response. After Charlie had sheepishly explained her reaction to him, Alastor took it upon himself to fully test the sensitivity of everyone in the hotel, as he found the subject fascinating. Not that he wasn’t aware what tickling was, of course, but it had been a long time since he had encountered the concept in a real way. It became a habit that, whenever anyone in the hotel was feeling down or being particularly grumpy that day, Alastor would tickle them until they either smiled or learned their lesson.

Charlie had been his first target, of course, and by far one of the most willing recipients. Vaggie proved to be a challenge, and Alastor only braved her wrath a couple of times. Husk had protested, but once Alastor discovered that his wings were ticklish he had quickly crumpled under his devilish touch. Nifty was simply not ticklish, a discovery that disappointed both her and Alastor greatly.

That left only Angel Dust. By the time Alastor approached him, Angel had heard and seen the other’s experiences with the radio demon and was a begging mess of giggles before the other had even touched him.

Easily the most ticklish and the most cocky of the group, Angel was the most common recipient of Alastor’s whims of fancy. He could always tell when Alastor meant to tickle him, either by a certain gleam in his eyes or a smile that was slightly more slanted than usual. There was no use protesting, but Angel did so anyway, a nervous excitement bubbling up in his voice each time. Alastor would eventually back off, once he could see the other had had enough, but he made sure to give him the wrecking of a lifetime before then.

Currently, Alastor had tendrils wrapped around all six of Angel’s limbs, pinning each one to the wall. They were inside one of the hotel’s many guest rooms, as most were unused and Alastor had wanted their time to be interrupted. Alastor was currently scribbling fingers under the first pair of armpits, while four more tendrils attacked the rest. Angel was dying, helpless cackles and squeals breaking loose as he attempted to free himself from the other’s impossibly strong grip.

Alastor was on a mission that night. He had noticed while tickling the other residents that there was usually one spot on all of them that appeared far more sensitive than the rest of their body. However, whenever he was tickling Angel he tended to go all out and thus missed each particular reaction. Tonight, however, he planned to find the other’s so-called “death spot” and exploit it for all it was worth.

“Really, it’s only going to be worse if I have to find it myself,” Alastor commented briskly, switching between light scribbles over his armpits and digging in with his thumbs. The constant fluidity of the two methods seemed to be working wonders on the spider demon who was quickly in hysterics.

“I-I’m nohohot fuhuhucking tehehelling yohohou!” Angel spat, the venom torn from his voice as his words were followed by a flood of giggles. “D-Dohoho yohohour wohohorst!”

Alastor raised an eyebrow. “My, my. If I’m not mistaken, it almost seems like you want me to tickle you Angel. Is that the case? Hmm? Did I get it right?”

The blush flaming on Angel’s cheeks spoke louder than his words. “Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“That’s not a denial.”

“Yohohour fahahace ihihisn’t ahaha dehehenial!”

“Clever comeback,” Alastor responded dryly. “Fine. Don’t tell me. I’ll simply find it all on my own.” He inspected the other critically. “Now, as sensitive as your armpits appear to be, I don’t think it’s your worst spot. Do you agree?”

Angel shook his head through his laughter, though it wasn’t clear if he was denying or affirming the statement.

“I wonder… this spot always seemed to cause quite a reaction.” With a snap of his fingers the tentacles tormenting his armpits disappeared. Angel sagged, momentary relief filling him, but in the next instant hands were squeezing his hips and electricity shot up his spine. He let out a startled yelp, his struggling increasing tenfold as he fought to get Alastor away from the area.

“And my efforts reward me.” Alastor smiled smugly, kneading his fingers into the skin. “Could this be the foretold death spot?”

“Sure! Suhuhure, yehehep, dehehefinitely!” Angel agreed, eagerly nodding his head and twisting frantically away from the surge of ticklish sensations. “Juhuhust stahahahap!”

“Sure?” Alastor wrinkled his brow. “Well that’s not very convincing.”

“Yehehes ihit ihihihis, ehehehe, stahahaha—nohoho, ahaha, pfft!”

Alastor absently spidered nails over the skin of hips, trailing down towards his lower stomach, as he considered where else the spot could be. Angel slammed his head back against the wall in frustration, squirming wildly as a cascade of wheezy squeaks escaped him. In a desperate attempt to get him to stop, Angel kicked out one of legs suddenly, trying to push the other back. Unfortunately, his resistance gave Alastor an idea.

“Ah! Right. Thank you for reminding me Angel.” He caught the other’s leg in his grasp, wrapping an arm around his ankle and locking the limb in place. “I completely forget about those knees of yours. So silly of me.”

Angel’s groan at his own self-caused destruction was cut off by a shriek as Alastor squeezed the spot right above his kneecap that had always killed him in the past. Angel burst into cackles, his leg jerking violently in the other’s hold. “No, no, no, no, no, nohohohoho! Ahahahalastor!”

“Yes?”

“Ihihihi—pfft, ahahahaha, ehehe, gahahaha!”

“You must use your words, dear.” He gripped his calf, holding his leg taut and spidering his claws over the undersides of his knees. Angel squeaked, desperation rising in his movements. “I really can’t understand a thing you’re saying.”

Angel was quite possibly going to kill him after this. Or thank him. Or both.

“Well as fun as this spot is,” Alastor said, his touches featherlight and unbearable against Angel Dust’s skin. “I think there’s another place I have declined to include in this exploration. Do you know where it is?”

“D-Dohohon’t yohohou fuhuhuhucking dahahahare!”

“Whatever are you referring to?” Alastor asked innocently, but already his claws were creeping perilously close to the other’s trembling thighs.

“Y-Yohou knohow whahahat!” Angel squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable with nervous excitement. “Ahahahal, I’m whahaharning yahaha—shihiHIHIHIT!”

Angel shrieked, arching back against the wall as fingers prodded and spidered all over his thighs. He tugged desperately at each of his arms, his legs, babbling out incoherent nonsense in a useless attempt to get Alastor to stop.

“Bingo,” Alastor said, smirking.

“Fuhuhuhuck, fuhuhuck, fuhuhuhuhuhUHUHUHUhuhuhuck! StahahAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEASE!” Angel was losing his mind. His thighs had always been a kill zone, which was difficult in his line of work. Giggling in the middle of sex was not something most people were accustomed to. Not that he was particularly opposed to the combination of two of his favorite activities, but it was awkward giving out excuses afterwards. Now though, he was free to laugh and squirm all he wanted, which he did, energetically. “Ehehehe, ihihihit fuhuhuHUhucking tihihIHIHIHICKLES!”

“So it does,” Alastor exclaimed. “Astute observation. Well, I guess it’s good that you like it then.”

Angel grit his teeth, desperately wishing he wasn’t giggling like an absolute maniac so he could retain some semblance of dignity. “Yohohohou’re suhuhuhuhuhuch ahahaha dihihihick!”

“Language,” Alastor reminded him, squeezing a spot on his inner thigh that made Angel regret everything he’d ever done. “You wouldn’t want me to keep you like this forever.”

Angel’s eyes bugged out of his head at the thought as he fell into a whole new round of laughter.

As it was, he did not keep him forever but only for a couple more minutes before he finally released him. Angel let out a giggly sigh of relief, shakily supporting himself against the wall.

“That…” he panted, shooting him a glare. “Was completely uncalled for.”

“But Angel,” Alastor crooned in a way that altogether unfair. “How could I possibly resist tickling you when you look so cute laughing and helpless?”

Angel rolled his eyes, blaming the flush on his cheeks from his lack of breath. “Yeah, whatever. How would you like it if I pinned you down and tickled you whenever I felt like it?”

Angel may or may not have imagined the faint pink that tinged Alastor’s cheeks at the question. “Impossible,” he dismissed, waving a hand. “I’m not ticklish.”

“Bullshit,” Angel accused. “Everyone’s ticklish!”

Alastor shrugged. “Not me.”

“Fine then—prove it.”

“Prove it?” Alastor asked, arching an eyebrow. “And just how do you suppose I do that?”

Angel crossed his arms, leaning back confidently. “Let me tickle you.”

An unmistakable shudder made its way down Alastor’s spine at the proposition. In all fairness, even he wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. He hadn’t been tickled since he was still living, and not since he was a little boy at that. He was fairly certain he wasn’t ticklish, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

“Fine,” he said at last, calmly raising his arms above his head as though the position didn’t instantly fill him with a sense of debilitating vulnerability. “Go ahead.”

Angel had not expected the dare to work, and so was unreasonably excited at the scenario they now found themselves in. He stepped forward, placing four hands on his sides, the remaining two hanging limp by his sides and waiting for the right oppurtunity. Without any kind of prologue, Angel started quickly wiggling all twenty of his fingers against his sides and the result was glorious.

Alastor, who had not accounted for the amount of hands set against him, was overwhelmed by how unbelievably wrong he had been. He squeaked, bursting into a round of sudden giggles and attempting to somehow squirm away from the other’s touch while also not pulling his arms down or shoving him off.

“Holy shit,” Angel muttered, delight coloring his words. “You’re ticklish. This is amazing.”

“Ahahahahahaha, wahahahait, Ahahahangel! Ihihit feheheheels weheheheird!” Alastor protested, arms trembling above his head. He had completely forgotten how conflicting tickling felt, having not experienced in such a long time. A fluttery, unbearable sensation, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to rub the feeling away or have it last forever. It was truly a conundrum.

“Of course it feels weird,” Angel agreed, shaking his head incredulously. “It fucking tickles. But you know, I’m starting to feel like I can’t trust you to hold to our agreement. Maybe I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

His remaining arms reached up, securing Alastor’s wrists and pressing them and him back into the far wall. Their positions now reversed, the radio demon’s eyes widened as the true helplessness of his situation set in. Angel set in with a vengeance now, secure in the fact that the other wouldn’t fight back. Squeezing, poking, prodding, scratching, his fingers flew over Alastor’s torso in a manner that was altogether unfair and, of course, unbelievably ticklish.

“Wahahahait, wahahahait, stahahahahap!” Alastor protested, falling into a fit of laughter soon after. As it turned out, he was horridly sensitive everywhere and Angel took quick advantage of this fact.

“Why, Al? Is it bothering you?” Angel poked under his arms, scribbled fingers over his hips, squeezed the tops of his knees, kneaded his thighs, getting revenge on each and every spot that Alastor had tormented him with. Alastor yelped and jumped with each new method, wishing he hadn’t been quite so thorough in his own investigation. “Wow, you really are ticklish everywhere, huh? I can’t help but wonder though,” he said, parroting Alastor’s words from earlier. “Are these really your worst spots?”

“I-Ihihihihi dohohohon’t knohohohow!” Alastor replied honestly, desperately hoping it was because there was no way it could possibly get worse than this. He tugged frantically on his arms, shaking his head side to side in an attempt to somehow cope with the sensations.

The action gave Angel Dust an idea however. Alastor’s hair fell in his face, revealing those ears which had been a subject of fascination for the spider demon for quite some time. He narrowed his eyes, a thought occurring to him suddenly.

Leaving his armpits alone, his hesitantly scratched the soft material, his nails scratching devilishly against the spot where his ears connected to his neck. Alastor squealed, his shoulders coming up protectively as a flood of giggles spilled from his lips.

“A-Ah! Ahahahangel, wahahahait, thihihis ihihis tohohoo muhuhuhuch!” Alastor’s dignity was quickly crumbling. His chin came almost parallel to his chest as he attempted to trap the other’s fingers. “Ihihihi cahahahahan’t, plehehehease!”

“But you’re so cute,” Angel cooed, scratching right behind his ears and prompting a squeak from the other. “And I got to be honest, making you squeal like this is kind of fun.”

“YohohOHOHOHohohou—” Alastor started in angry embarrassment, but before he could get another word out, Angel moved his right hand over to the other ear as well and he broke off into staticky cackles.

“Holy shit man, is that radio static?” Angel exclaimed, fascination getting the better of him. “Does that happen when you laugh too hard?”

“STAHAHAHAP!” Alastor pleaded instead of answering, squeezing his eyes shut. “PleheEHEHEHease, STAHAHAP!”

“That’s adorable! I’m gonna have to do this more often!”

The thought was enough to send Alastor into an entirely new round of helpless laughter, and in a burst of clarity he managed to manipulate his shadows into seizing Angel Dust under the arms and pulling him away from him.

“Woah, hey, easy there,” Angel complained as the tentacles roughly escorted him on the ground. “This is prized real estate here, fellas.”

Alastor sagged against the wall, exhausted. His nerves were overstimulated from the sudden attack and he clutched his sides, trying to rub away any leftover sensation. “That was…”

“Awful?” Angel guessed, clambering to his feet. “Unbearable?”

“Exhilarating,” Alastor corrected, flushing gently. “I never realized how, ah, intense tickling could be. I can see now why you react so strongly each time.”

“Yeah,” Angel grumbled in agreement. “It’s not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure.” He paused, paling slightly. “You’re not gonna… uh, you know, do anything to me, are ya? Because you have to know I was just kidding around and I would never—”

“Angel,” Alastor interrupted. “I’m not going to do anything to you.”

“Oh.” Angel frowned. “You’re not?”

“No. In fact, I… I wouldn’t be opposed, necessarily, to a repeat of earlier if the right moment ever came.” Alastor spoke plainly as always, but there was a nervous tilt to his words now. “It is possible that I may have enjoyed parts of it.”

Angel stared at him, sure that he was imagining things. Was the radio demon, the terror of hell, actually admitting to liking being tickled? And revealing this information to him, Angel Dust, no less?

Before he could formulate a response, Alastor was moving past him and down the hall, calling out to Nifty and Husk at the bottom of the stairs about some new idea or renovation he had for the hotel—acting as though he hadn’t just admitted the biggest revelation of Angel’s life seconds before. After a moment, Angel returned to his room as well, though Alastor’s words never left his mind for a second.

Life was much different in the hotel after that.

[kithtaehyung]

ryen let me start by saying that this chapter was AHMAZING I cried I screamed I whined and I wanted to kick myself!!! It took me longer to collect my thoughts and send them to you bc I was running late and I was thinking if it's OK to send you a few asks so you can put them all together under a read more to avoid spoilers? If it's sth you're comfortable with it, or you can just keep them (my unhinged thoughts) to yourself! -3tandream

oh my gosh, baby!! i am so happy to receive mindblowing feedback from you. four whole messages?? convenient so that i can put them all in one? you're amazing.. responding to everything below!

ryen let me start by saying that this chapter was AHMAZING I cried I screamed I whined and I wanted to kick myself!!! It took me longer to collect my thoughts and send them to you bc I was running late and I was thinking if it's OK to send you a few asks so you can put them all together under a read more to avoid spoilers? If it's sth you're comfortable with it, or you can just keep them (my unhinged thoughts) to yourself!

SCREAMING CRYING WHINING WITH YOU :((( don't kick yourself though omg. this was an awesome way to receive and format feedback, so thank you so much!

The first thing I want to say scream about is how well you played us!! I've read literally all of the 3tan asks since the very first one and I didn't remember at all that one🤯 now I have to find a new personality trait since I've been thirsting over a man that I literally do not know his name. Yoongi my sweet summer child, he loves her so much he's always thinking of her!!! And him and his insecurities got him thinking that maybe jk was a better option for oc? His thoughts really had me on the verge of tears! Why would he think such things!! Oc celebrating their one year since their first time by bringing tangerines and OF COURSE it had to be raining, just for me to tear my hair off over the parallel with the og 3tan😭! -3tandream

MWAHAHAHA YESSS it wasn't any of the members! it's what i've stuck with since the beginning since i wanted to keep it as inclusive as possible. new personality trait LMAO it's ok, babe! there's now a 3tan!jin... so be careful now ahahaha.

and yoongi. yoongi, you old, silly man. for a guy that seems so confident (and is) he really is his own worst enemy bc of his past. it can't seem to leave him :(( why would he think such things is the question! and oc celebrating the one year anniversary with tangerines i love them so damn much.. there were so many parallels! hell yes.

Our man got his walls so high up that oc really snapped, and I'm glad she did! She's showing more sides of herself and she's comfortable with expressing how she's feeling (big sigh),,, oh. OH. so jk was her first love? The first boy that broke her heart? I'm👀over the fact that now that he saw her being all confident and feeling herself he's all like "I've been in love once, Yada Yada, I wanna approach her again Yada Yada"😒 and finally the talk they needed to have!! And the tears that needed to be shed (I was only crying bc I was emotionally supporting them)! AND THE HOLLY VIDEOS😍 and yoongi cares about the cat😍 -3tandream

reader snapping was so cool tbh LMAO called him tf out so abruptly! we are starting to see more of her character and i love it. glad you recognized that!

so jk... sigh. they dated and then he broke her heart before she left for uni. yup. ofc he thought she looked like a million bucks if he had feelings for her before. ugh. i just... yeah. feeling things.

LMAO YOU CAN CRY JUST TO CRY BBY ITS OK!! it was a rough but beautiful scene for them. they needed that. and then all the fluff AHHHHHHH YES YES HOLLY AND CAT!!!!

Don't get me started on the I wanna watch fireworks with you again bc I will cry while I'm pretending to work! You know how much we all love that fireworks line and you're lovingly terrorizing us with it!! I will not comment anything over THE BEST SEX SCENE IVE EVER READ over the fact that I'm a hoe for yoongi's chains. And chains in general. But mostly yoongi's. Oh to be called yoongi's girl and yoongi's slut and to also call yoongi (his dick) yours🥰. And the question remains; who tf is the bro and who will stop me from slapping jk across the face? Ryen ily and you deserve all the rest ib the world, I love your sexy brain💜

alright. yeah. we're just gonna talk about the line that broke me uh huh uh huh great. we do love the fireworks line.. so i cried when it came out again. :'))) played myself like a gd fool. gosh. and then yoongi tearing up at it, too? like, that had to mean something. goddd.

AHAHAH THE SPICE YESSSS i'm so happy that you liked it! huge praise here i am so touched<33 chains. chains chains chains you know me it's a given at this point lmfao. to be called all those things. a dream really😭

who is bro indeed! it's not any of the members, just whoever :D i love you too and i shall rest and rest indeed<3 thank you so incredibly much for all the amazing fantastic sweet words, dream💜