#more of them Not in pain coming soon maybe?

[ennabear]

was trying to take a nap but i can’t stop thinking about this so have a horny half asleep blurb about loser!sevika <3333 18+

“oh, shit.” she groans on top of you, holding the dildo in her hands as she angles it into you, the tip already wet as it pushes into your hole. you look up at her as she trembles in excitement, horniness, and most of all, anxiety. her eyes are fixed on her strap-on and your cunt, big, beautiful eyes already glossy from pleasure. she could cum just from this.

“you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” she asks timidly, holding your hips as tightly as possible in her hands. you nod at this, and her human palm sweats and shakes until you grab it tightly in yours, offering a reassuring squeeze.

“you got it, sev. keep going.”

she glances down at you, deep brown lips sagging from the weight of her signature pout. you smile at her, big and goofy, and take her face in your unoccupied hand. an annoyed wince follows your pinches to her cheek, but she sighs and laughs it off, focusing on the task at hand.

“okay…” she whispers. “okay, ready?”

you giggle. “sev, i’ve been ready. you’re not gonna hurt me.”

at this, she pushes into you more. slowly but surely. and soon enough, she’s bottomed out, eyes big and jaw hanging open at the sight beneath her. not a single centimeter of the dildo is visible, just your thighs squishing against hers. a sight she could never get sick of. she sucks in a gasp when you lightly smack her ass, but chuckles awkwardly when she realizes that you aren’t in any pain.

experimentally, she slides out of you, then snaps her hips back in. you shiver, legs opening impossibly wider, back melting into the bed.

“like that?” she asks.

“yeah, sevi. just like that.” you reassure her. god, if only she wasn’t so damn nervous. and oh, so adorable.

so she does it again, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in. her rhythm isn’t quite there, but the pleasure is. she hits your sweet spots so deeply, and your heart is so full, you don’t care that she’s not exactly… good at this.

not yet, at least, but neither of you mind the practice.

she moans every time every time she thrusts into you. it starts out breathy and light, but the more she does it, the louder she gets. you doubt that she’s even aware of the sounds she’s making, but you hope she doesn’t realize— she’ll get embarrassed and stop.

her hand releases itself from your grip, drenched in sweat although you wouldn’t have it any other way. her hard grip on your hip returns, and she leans over you to get a better angle. your tits are practically touching, and her hair tickles your face and neck. you plant a few firm kisses on her cheeks, then her nose, then a sweet, long one on her lips, muffling the sounds of her moans and whimpers.

“fuck, i’m so in love with you.” she groans. “can’t believe i didn’t do this sooner.”

you laugh at her, wrapping your arms around her. “it’s okay, we have all the time in the world. no rush.” she chuckles at herself, then her breathy chuckles turn into light moans, and then she’s full on moaning right into your ear.

“am i doing good?” she asks. pace quickening as she rocks her hips into yours.

“yeah, babe. i’m so close.” you whine, gulping loudly.

“really?” she asks, almost like she doesn’t believe you.

“yeah, really.” you laugh, butterflies tickling your gut. “keep going like that.”

“fuck, fuck. okay, oh, janna.” she moans, burying her face in your neck. you think for a moment that she might be in pain, maybe tired, out of breath, or her phantom pains biting at her nonexistent arm. but these moans are different. deeper, heavier, like she’s enjoying it.

her breath tickles your neck as you tip over the edge, holding her as tight as possible as your eyes roll back into your head and you bite your lip a little too harshly. when you come down from your high, gasping for air and giggling at your girlfriend, you almost think you’re imagining the tears rolling down her cheeks. you coo at her and kiss them away, until all that’s left is a giggly, sweaty pile of limbs tangled together.

“do you want me to pull out?” she asks.

“whenever you’re ready.” you answer. “as long as i get to make you cum after this.”

“uhh…” she starts, then loses her words. “you already… did.”

“what do you mean, baby? i haven’t had my mouth or hands on you all night.”

“no, no, not like that.” she says, rushing the words out. “i mean… i did. while i was fucking you… maybe more than once.”

although you feel a bit evil for this, you cackle loudly at her. she rolls her eyes and sinks into you even more, hiding her face in your neck shyly. “don’t laugh at me.” she grumbles. “you’re the worst.”

“no, it’s not bad, sev. it’s cute. and i think we should do this more often.”

she sighs into your shoulder, raising her hand up and pointing her middle finger straight to the sky. you gasp and giggle harder, then swat it away as she tries to wrestle against you.

“okay, enough.” you call, before she can start the wrestling match. “let’s go pee and then i’ll make us a snack.”

she kisses your forehead and huffs a breath, trying not to think about the fact that she’s still inside of you, and that she may or may not be able to feel you clenching around her. “okay, i love you.”

“love you too, sevibaby.”

[kenwio]

Joker's kid! Reader and their hair adventures

Route: recovered dove

Masterlist | previous part | next part (coming soon)

Author's note: I finally did it! All the requests about Joker's kid and their hair journey are here! Hope I`ve done good enough ;3 This week was valentines Day. I know I'm late for it, bu I hope it went well for you ^-^

Warnings: Grammar (as usual), psychological trauma, triggers

Adjusting to the manor, getting alone with family, building friendship with Chlory, and attending therapy : all of those things improved your mental health greatly. On one of your session your therapist brought up the idea that you should find a healthy way to express yourself, as any kid should try at least, that you can experiment and showing your personality through your appearance, and to find your own style and after soke thought you decided to give it a shot.

You could try to wear colorful clothes, but you liked dark color scheme that you've seen your family (except Dick) preferred to wear and which you also picked up , besides every time you see purple and green clothes you feel uncomfortable. As for the style of clothes, you liked them relaxed comfortable and soft, so your style,.if you could say so, was exactly that, relaxed. The thought of body modifications went straight out of a window, you had enough of experiments on your body and enough experience with syringes your body for now. Makeup was..  to hard, you were still adjusting holding crayons, what to say about brushed. Besides, makeup had so many things and rules, styles that you didn't really catch up with. And so you decided that you should try to dye your hair. You knew you would NEVER dye your hair green! You don't want to have anything connected to the nightmare of your life anymore. But you remember your mom had tips of her hair colored, one of which was pink.

So you did some research on how to dye hair, types of dyes, techniques, and all the things. Although you had some vague memories of how your biological father dyed your hair, you can remember how the process was painful, you remember your mom told you that when she dyed her hair it, didn't hurt. A few times, she was able to dye your hair instead of Joker. She did so without hurt. Maybe this memory also made you more inclined to dye your hair. Maybe this way, you would still have some connection to her. Back to your new perception of hair dye, it wasn't that hard since you caught up on chemical reaction in the root of the process quickly. After reading about different types of hair dyes and different ingredients in them, you found one that was a good choice for you. The problem was how to get them.

Although you already brought up the idea of dyeing your hair to Alfred, you did not introduce your dad to the idea, and you had no idea how Bruce would react. And although Alfred was supportive of your idea (he was happy to know you found a courage to express yoursekf and joked that he would be happy too see something bright and not dangerous at the same time in the manor) you were not sure of Bruce.

You told him about you wanting to try dye your hair on the way to your therapy session. Although he knew you had a decision about it with therapy, he was still surprised to hear it. He gently asked you for your reasoning, and to your surprise on the way back, he took you to buy few hair dyes that was good quality and safe (he did all necessaryr esearch while waiting you) and haircare products which was good quality and suited for dyed hair. After Alfred helped you cut your hair in style you wanted, you began the process of hair coloring. You diligently followed instructions, coloring your strands in the right order, trying not to mess anything up. After you washed excessive dye and dryed your hair, you got your result. Your hair was pink, but not as bright as you thought (you knew about hair bleach, but you decided not to risk it), but you loved it. It was a cute color and a bit peachy.

Chlory, who was first to see you, couldn't contain her amazement repeating cute and loud "I am Chlory" over and over. The second who saw you, was Damian, who heard how loud  Chlory and instantly went to check on you, hoping  that you are okay (thought he would never admit it), and when he entered your room he was startled. He remembers you having your natural color of hair, one which he was used to, so seeing you with new hair color was .... surprising. He had to stare at you for a few seconds until you turned to look at him questionably

- Are you trying to make a statement? - he asked, a sharper than intended

- uh - you hesitated - no? Why?

- your hair ... it's different.. interesting. - he said, staring a few more seconds and walking away, leaving you confused.

Your family learned about your adventure soon enough, and all of them were accepting. While Jason was more surprised (silently praying it wasn't connected to the rebel phase (he had one so bad, and he was concerned for yours would be worse)). Dick was happy to know you started expressing yourself. He showered you with praises, saying how adorable you were, and you really were since you seemed more happy now and helped you do various hairstyles. For him, your cuteness went higher up, and his awe with you went to new levels. He also was happy to discuss with you what hair color you should try next. As for Tim, he was the one who notced that now you opened your obsession, connected to having all color's of hair dyes possible (except green), and he kinda enables it, showing you new tones and limited collections, leading to your bathroom becoming filled with dyes. You seem happy, so he is happy for you.

As your pink hair began to fade, you decided to go with the next color your mom had in her hair - blue. And, at first, it seemed fine. Sure, color turned out to be more turquoise than on the label, but it was fine. What you didn't expect is for color of your hair to wash out so quickly and suddenly. At first, you thought nothing of it. But one evening after the shower, when you saw yourself in the mirror, you saw green in your hair. It suddenly was hard and painful to breathe. Your heart hurt your ribs. The bathroom seemed to get smaller. You couldn't tear your eyes away. You swear you heard him. You couldn't move. You couldn't run or hide.

You skipping dinner made family worried. And they all decided to check on you to find you sobbing hard, breaking down. Jason and Tim were the first ones to get what was wrong and what triggered you... green in your hair. While Bruce and Dick helped you calm down, they exchanged a quick conversation, which led you to the moment: once you calmed  down they acted instantly, knowing you don't need trigger (and they too), so here you were, sitting on the floor of Tim's bathroom with him next to you, and Jason on the edge of the bath . Tim is showing you blue hair dye, which fades to purple while instantly sending Dick to buy it, and Jason prepares your hair for the next coloring. You three spend the entire evening together (as a squad of kids who were danaged by Joker) working on your hair and leading it back to blue, and also talking lots. After that, and other's returning from patrol an emergency movie night was arranged starring yout favorite documentary, and while Bruce fall asleep holding you, few others went soon, leaving you and Damian to have a good and long discussion about film.

Your hair journey went on, featuring all the colors (even black for the connection with bats), different haircuts, hair dyeing done by all family, and more happy memories. You took the roud and you've certainly liked it

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[mev-fizzah-writes]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭

A/N: This was cross-posted on AO3, and is just the backstory. Promise there will definitely be more writing soon, i've been really busy and my life is just filled with endless tasks. This was also written a while back so it..kinda sucks!! TW: Suicide, Child abuse, Child endangerment, SH, SA, Murder, Graphic violence.

Alone.

You were always alone.  

In the rowdy clubs, your mother dragged you into, alone.  

The school halls, alone.  

The run-down food courts, alone 

It was peaceful though, as peaceful as Gotham gets really. You and your mother against the world, or so you told yourself. Deep down, you were aware of her late-night partners and the way she indulged in moments that blurred your reality. It was just drugs—everyone did them... It never crossed your mind just how foolish she was being. Perhaps it was her drooping eyes that gave her an air of tranquillity, or how she cuddled you when the alcohol clouded her judgment. Maybe it was simply that she didn’t hit as hard when the redness overtook her gaze.  

She wasn’t a good mother; you understood that from the moment you could understand language.  

No mother should ever let their child know they’re a constant reminder of deep-seated failure, yet she did. But she was all you had, and so you clung to her hand—the same hand that marked your skin with black and blue bruises—hoping, just hoping, she might hold you back, if only once.  

You don’t ever remember her holding you.  

But it didn’t bother you, not really. Touch was never something you craved anyway. Still, it would have been nice, just once, to feel her warmth against you for one last time before she slipped away into a pit that she dug within her mind.

How could you have known? It was just like any other Friday afternoon.

The winter mist hit your tired eyes, making them sting just like your bruised lip. It was another fight, the same two idiots that always got on your nerves. Today they decided to pick on some small street kid, you had seen his curly head of hair before. He lived on the floor above or used to, it had been a while since you heard a complaint from his mother. It was normal for the kid to get in trouble, and of course, you had to throw yourself into his trouble.

Jason, was that his name? He was maybe a few years younger than you, you can never tell with the small ones, but recently he seemed healthier. It was almost as if he had been eating well, but he still had that look in his eyes.

Desperation, to prove himself.

You couldn’t help it, the kids on your street always pulled on your heartstrings. So you helped him out and got injured in the process. Just a small busted lip, nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. Plus you had other things to worry about, like peeling mom's ‘work’ clothes off and making sure she’s clean.

Mom, probably, didn’t cook and most likely didn’t eat so that’s another thing you have to take care of. Was there even anything in the fridge? 

You can’t remember, you’ve been living off your friend's school lunches since Mom deserved fresh homemade food. Lately, her boss had been giving her longer hours, some nights she would come back covered in hickey-like bruises that made scrubbing her wince in pain when she lay down. You didn’t like her boss, whenever she complained about him it sent a shiver crawling down your back, all you can remember about him is his calloused hands. You hated his hands, they were rough and seemed to have a mind of their own. You shook your head, pushing the thought of Kyle away, getting home mattered. With a turn of the corner, you were met with home. Once vibrant red bricks now a withered brown, poking from the badly painted grey that matched the concrete entrance. It was bleak, it had dead trees tethered around it, somehow still standing. The old stairwell creaked with every step you took, usually, you would rush upstairs but today your legs felt like they were going to crumble apart. The thought of turning away gnawed at your brain the closer you got to your door. The familiar croaking of the wood underneath your feet now felt threatening, you rubbed your index finger against your thumb, and your hands now felt clammy. In your pockets lay your keys, yet you felt like there was no need to pull them out. In front of you stood the tall red door to home, was it always towering over you? It was almost suffocating. The worst part of it all is that it’s quiet, why is it quiet? The usual lively hum of the building seemed to be non-existent. It wasn’t always a happy hum but there was always a hum-where is the hum? The silence was deafening, it was like the world had been put on pause. You pressed your ear against the door, hoping to try and hear the clinking of bottles or the sound of an obnoxious static-like laughter instead you almost tripped over yourself. 

The door was unlocked.

It feels like all the air in your lungs has suddenly been pried out, the sound of the creaking door sends a jolt of fear up your body. The familiarity of the apartment was now shattered, replaced with chilling wariness. The chaos was gone, every surface seemed to be wiped spotless and the clutter was just…gone! The once broken glass was replaced with a sterile orderliness that made your heart drop. You had only seen the apartment be clean a few times and it was usually met with the sight of a dear mother and a few syringes around her. In the corner of your eyes, you saw the bathroom light flicker, everything in your mind was telling you to run, just go get the neighbours, it was the safe thing to do. But your heart, your heart needed to see her, your heart needed to see her just cleaning the bathroom. That’s all she had to be doing, it was Christmas soon, so surely she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

“Mom? Mom…” Your pathetic voice called out, your legs moving faster than your mind. As you reached the door you felt your jaw drop. The white lights bounced of the wall tiles and landed on your Mothers face. She lay in the bathtub, her breathing laboured and her eyes low. The flickering light distorted her shadows, along with the shades of the empty bottles and forgotten syringes. Your eyes widened with fear as the stench of it all hit your nose like a drunken Saturday punch, you felt your hands shake and your knees buckle. “Mommy?” You called out, a sob bordering your lips as you dropped your jacket and climbed into the bath next to her. No matter how much you shook her cold body, there was no response.

“No. No! You can’t do this to me again…please,” the tears pooled in your eyes, but you wouldn’t dare to cry. Not until she responded.

“I love you my little Luna…tic.” 

It was weak, and her voice was hoarse. It was already so far gone, there was no emotion behind her eyes but she managed to bring her hand to your face. She rubbed her thumb against your cheek, rubbing a stray tear that escaped your eyes, there was no car in the gesture. You felt her blood smudge on your face as her wrist went heavy and her arm fell to her side.

It was only until you felt the heaviness of a blanket being placed over your shoulders that you finally snapped out of whatever you were doing. The day was a blur, you didn't even know why the cops had been called. The silence around you was loud, it was overwhelming. No one in the station spoke, they acted like a sigh would break you. Your nails dug into your palm, what a load of shit, no one even seemed to care. Expect one man, he had a thick bushy moustache and he was the only one looking at you-no he was staring at you. It felt like a spider was crawling down your back with the way you shivered. His eyes were tired, probably like yours at the moment, but he couldn’t stop staring.  

His face remained neutral as he spoke but inside a bubble of confusion sat inside him. Commissioner Gordon had seen those eyes before, he had seen those shaken hands and he had seen the anger. There were loads of kids like her who had the same pitiful look in their eyes, but he had seen her eyes before. He had seen them on a boy years and years ago. He felt his mind blank for a second, he couldn’t help but stare. Not only did this add to his increasing headache, but it also made the girl's case worse. The funny thing is, the mother's body had clear signs of struggle, there were clear fresh, red hand marks on the woman's neck. But the worst part? The kid knew.

You knew. It was obvious that someone else was with her, sure Mom was a ditz, but she knew not to leave the door unlocked. There was no point in sitting here crying over her, there was no point in crying. You shut your eyes, feeling the panic slowly set into your mind.

[mscherub]

Clinging for (Emotional) Support

Prefect needs a bit of a break after a stressful day, so they seek out their favorite person…

Reader is gender neutral, referred to as Prefect or Y/N

Warnings!: The Leech Twins… :)

These are just my headcanons!

Tags: Fluff, romantic or platonic (perceive it whichever way you’d like to), hugs and cuddles, comfort

Heartslabyul; Savanaclaw; Octavinelle (you’re here :3), Scarabia; Pomefiore; Ignihyde; Diasomnia

Intro:

You’ve had a bad day, well, a worse one than usual, and you feel like you’re on the verge of crashing out. So, you go to one of your favorite people and you cling to them for some emotional support, not doing anything else besides holding on for dear life and nuzzling your face into their chest or shoulder, not providing one bit of information as to why you’re even doing this. But, don’t worry, they care for you a lot, maybe more so than they let on <3

Riddle 🌹:

He doesn’t take to well to it at first

When you come to him looking all stressed out, he’ll obviously offer you some support and offer to talk with him about whatever is bothering you, but when you shake your head and instead wrap your arms around him and burry your face in wherever it can reach, he freezes up

“Prefect! Why are you doing this? Th-this is unacceptable! This is improper!”

He’ll turn bright red, not out of anger but out of embarrassment of the whole situation

He still won’t be totally used to it even when you keep it up, genuinely confused as to why you chose him out of all people and more importantly, keep coming back to him, but he won’t admit to it, it also helps him calm down too when you hold on

On rare occasions when he’s not too busy with other things and you two are in a more secluded place, he’ll hug you back

“Agh- again, Prefect? A little warning next time before you get all handsy with me…are you alright, though? Don’t be stressed, you’re as lovely as a rose, don’t begin to wilt simply because of a setback.”

Trey ♣️:

People rely on him, yes, but you’ve brought it to a whole new level here, like, you’re physically leaning on him now

At first he just laughs out of being surprised, but when he sees you hugging him tighter, your brows furrowed in clear stress, he’ll stop and ask what’s going on

“Hah! What’s this— oh…hey, look at me, are you ok? Do you want a sweet treat?”

He’ll wrap his arms back around you without a second thought, gently rubbing your back as well to add that extra boost of comfort

He has younger siblings so of course he’s well off in a situation like this, basically second nature at this point for him

If he’s baking, he may not have time for you to cling to him like you’d want, so he’ll apologize when he’s done with one of the baked goods and by letting you stick by him as long as you want, but he’ll try and make the time for you always

“Prefect…it’ll be alright. Want a tart? They’re freshly made, as always…anything to help you feel better.”

Cater ♦️:

Heyyy! There you are! Oh…why are you looking at him like that…that’s not good, you don’t look to good, emotionally wise…

As soon as you wrap your arms around him he’ll tense up. He’ll awkwardly look down at you and quirk an eyebrow

He’s no stranger to the emotions of people around him so he can tell something is up fairly quickly with the people close around him

“What’s wrong? Do you need Cay-kun to come to the rescue— no jokes…ok, gotcha. Spill it, Prefect, what’s the matter?”

He’s gentle about it, this type of support he learned from his sisters

He’ll lead you off to a more quieter place and just chill out with you until you either tell him what’s wrong or let go of him

He’ll try and cheer you up with taking pictures with funny filters on, if that doesn’t work, he has other methods. Maybe see what’s the spiciest thing he can eat? If you laugh at him tearing and snotting up from it, it’s worth the pain

“Ahhh, what am I gonna do with you? Wanna see Cay-Kun looking all stupid with this filter? Did you smile finally? Aweee, you’re adorbs, Prefect, smile again for me, I need to celebrate you feeling better with a post on my page!”

Ace ❤️:

He’ll try and push you off at first, he didn’t exactly see your expression so he’ll try and pry your arms off of him, huffing while doing so

Like why are you clinging to him? Hello? Earth to Prefect, get off of him now!

once he realizes there’s something up he’ll stop with trying to push you away and he’ll go quiet, awkwardly standing there and mumbling before he finally asks if something’s up

“Aye! What’s this? Get off of meeeeeee, Prefect, let go, why are you doing this— oh…um…so…are you…ok?”

He’s going to try and tease you at first, it’s an Ace thing, so don’t take it to heart, but if you won’t let up he’ll try and be a little more considerate

He’ll pat your back in an unsure manner, not quite knowing what to do, but when you don’t ease up, he decides maybe it’s best to take some action

If you want to see some magic tricks to cheer you up he’ll do it, but you gotta let go— no? Ok…he can do something else to make you better then

Reassuring words are rare from him, but he cares a lot for you, so he’ll spare a few

“Hey, it’ll be alright. Whatever happened just know I’m always here, even if I may seem like an ass half the time— ok…of course I can be honest about myself from time to time. Oh hushhhhh…I’ve got you, I just want you to be happy, smile again, looks better on you.”

Deuce ♠️:

Cue confused noises coming from him, he won’t exactly question what you’re doing, but he will he going through a whole bunch of different scenarios through his head as to why you are doing this

When he sees you’re not your normal self, the lightbulb will go off in his head and he’ll ask how you’re doing

“Uh…prefect? Are you alright? Talk to me here, what’s up? Are you hurt? No? Answer me here…”

He’ll hug you back, albeit tentatively as hell, but he doesn’t want to do anything wrong and he doesn’t want to do something that’ll upset you more, which him not doing anything might actually upset you more— anyways

He’ll keep talking to you to try and get you to rant about whatever you’re finding particularly stressful at the moment. And no, he totally won’t threaten anybody if that’s the cause of your stress, don’t think like that—

“You sure you’re ok? You’re stressed because…of a person? Prefect, I can handle them— ok, never mind. Sorry…I’ll stay right here, don’t worry. By your side as long as you want me to be. Protecting you as long as you need me to…I’ll stop being cringey…”

Leona 🦁:

Glares at you because you’re in his personal space, like what are you doing?

He can sense something is off though, it’s not that hard to tell when you wrap your arms around him and cling on for dear life like he’s gonna slip away at any moment

He’ll make a small huff and his tail will flick a few times before he asks what’s up

“Herbivore…what’s this for? Never thought you were this bold to be glued to a predator like this…not in a laughing mood, huh? Tell me what’s wrong, then get off me, I’m trying to sleep…”

Sorry not sorry, but everyone knows Leona is a dick most times, just a given fact, but in all honesty, when it comes do you he does care, even though his words sound lacking of it, he only means good

He won’t push you off, he’ll let you stick to him…actually, you know what, why not just stay with him and take a nap? I think it’d better the both of you, and you’d have time to wind down while also being with him

Few words are shared between you, but you have a cuddly lion now, so…there’s that

Win win, no?

“Mmm, no, you don’t have to go…just stay here. I’m not a complete ass, I know when someone needs a little help. Relax…no literally relax you’re moving around too much, Herbivore…”

Ruggie 💰:

Boy is he confused

Honestly, at first, bro thought he was getting robbed by someone, but when he seen it was you, he got all happy and started teasing you like normal

Then when he watches you burry your face into his clothes he knows something is not right. He’s…worried but doesn’t really know how to convey it

“Hey! Oh, prefect! Miss me that much? Shyeheehee!! Hmmm? Heyyy, what’s up with that look? Huh?”

Now he’ll try and cheer you up

His methods are a little quirky, but he’ll offer to buy you something with Leona’s money, let me rephrase, get you both something to snack on with Leona’s money

You can still chill with him, he enjoys it

“Leona’s asleep, I can go snag his wallet and I can score us something at Sam’s shop…I’ll buy the more expensive one this time I guess if it’ll cheer you up…don’t make me use Laugh with Me on you just to see you smile again— Shyeheehee! I’m messing with ya!”

Jack 🐺:

Stiffens up quite quickly. He’ll look down at you and wonder what the hell you’re trying to do but then he’ll realize that you’re not exactly at your best in this moment, he can basically feel it radiating off of you

His ears will flatten against his head, betraying how he feels almost right away.

His words are simple and few, but he does mean well and has good intentions

“What’s wrong? Why are you…so are you ok? No? Ok…can I do something to help?”

He likes to help those he holds close to him, so of course he’ll try and comfort you to the best of his abilities. You want to pet his tail? That may be a little too far—

Fine…he can let you, just this once, but if anyone sees it’s over!

“Prefect…how can I help cheer you up? I don’t think my tail is a great option…it is? I…fine, just this once I guess, if it’ll help cheer you up.”

Azul 🐙:

This is…not what he intended to happen upon seeing you, yea, no…he already has Floyd to worry about now apparently you? Yea…he stiffens up and kinda just stands there, sputtering nonsense, and then trying to push you off of him

He’ll finally take the hint when you just hug him tighter after he fails to get you off. He still won’t calm down that much

Might try and pull the business move on you, especially since you’re in such an emotionally weakened state…he won’t he would

“Prefect! I— what is— no! Hey— you…what…I don’t condone this! You’re…not ok. What do you expect me to do? Wait…actually, why don’t you come back to my office and we can discuss what I could do to assuage your ailments— no then…”

He’s kinda flattered you chose him, but it’s not like he’s really…great at comforting, he’ll try his best. You’ll have to pay him back for it later on your own time

He’ll try and talk to you about it, I don’t really see him trying to touch you or comfort you in any other way. To him, words can go a long way to help someone

“You’re in need, and that’s what our dorm specializes in the best. Can you talk about what is bothering you? I won’t use it against you…I promise. I’m not that bad. Talk to me, it’ll help clear your mind”

(Be careful, blackmail is a good thing to have, he might use whatever you say against you…)

Jade 🫧:

He’ll eerily smile at you at first, he stated he gets overheated easily so…hugs are not really preferred, but he’ll entertain you

He’s not exactly confused, rather intrigued by the whole thing. Why are you clinging to him? Exactly, why him? It’s rather interesting, and almost pathetic in his eyes, but it makes the situation all the more sweet, in his own twisted way

He’ll notice you’re out of it and gently put one hand on the small of your back, that’s the furthest he’ll go

“Oya? Hmmm…fu fu fu, this is quite interesting, no? What is it you need, Prefect? You know the motto of our dorm. I’m willing to assist in whatever you’d need…”

Like I’ve mentioned before…he likes to be relied on. So he kinda likes the situation. He’ll stay with you as long as time permits him. His smile is…far from his normal polite one.

“Prefect? You may talk to me about whatever is troubling you, but I know some humans prefer not to. You can stay by me as long as you need, but just know I may have to get to work soon. For now, however, my time is yours…”

(Y’ALL WHAT DID U EXPECT ME TO SAY, THE TWINS, as much as I love my babies 😭, THEY ARE FAR FROM INNOCENT)

Floyd 🫧:

Oh boy…

Well, here’s the thing, Floyd loves to squeeze people, but the other way around? He doesn’t prefer it…but you are his Shrimpy, so he’ll give you a pass…maybe, depending on his mood

He’ll look at you and laugh. Damn you look almost desperate. He lets you cling to him for a bit before he squeezes you back. Maybe you needed one of his “hugs” anyways…let’s just say he’s in a good mood this time

“Heh! Shrimpy…what are you doing? Oh? You seem sad…don’t be sad Shrimpy~! I can squeeze ya back too! See?”

He’s all over you, hugging, squeezing, nuzzling his face against yours. He’s all giggles, his Shrimpy is squeezing him first. It’s funny! It’s like you’re challenging him or something…

You never fail to cause trouble or stir fun around him, so he’ll stick around for a bit until it gets boring for him. Which in all honesty, it won’t.

Never boring with you around!

“Shrimpy! Aweee, cheer up! I’ll just squeeze ya harder, yea? If it helps ya feel better I will…just don’t squeeze me back too hard, you might hurt me…”

I fear my favoritism for Octavinelle always shines through…<3

Master List

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Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

[woso-story]

Mila's Biting Phase

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x DaughterMila

It was a rare free weekend for Ingrid and Mapi, and they decided to spend the entire day at home with their little daughter, Mila. At two years old, Mila was the sweetest baby, full of giggles and cuddles. But today, they were about to discover a very sharp problem.

Mapi was sitting on the playmat with Mila, watching as the little girl excitedly showed off a new toy she had received from her Tia Frido. Mapi cooed over it, ruffling Mila's soft hair before scooping her up into her arms.

“Come on, pequena, let's go. Mama is calling us for lunch.”

Just as she stood up, she felt a sharp, unexpected pain in her neck.

“Ay, Mila!” Mapi yelped, nearly dropping the toddler in surprise. She quickly adjusted her grip and held the little girl at arm's length. Mila, instead of looking guilty, flashed a wide, proud grin, her tiny teeth on full display.

“Dios mio, she bit me!” Mapi grumbled as she entered the kitchen, still holding Mila away from her body like a ticking time bomb.

Ingrid turned from where she was setting the table and raised an eyebrow. “Mila wouldn’t do that.”

Mapi scoffed. “Look at my neck, Ingrid.” She marched to the mirror and sure enough, there were tiny bite marks visible on her skin.

Ingrid frowned as she looked between her wife and her daughter, who was happily playing with her toy in her highchair, as if she hadn’t just committed an attack.

“It was probably just a one-time thing,” Ingrid reasoned. “She’s still little. Maybe she was just testing something out.”

But they soon realized it was far from a one-time thing.

Over the following weeks, it became clear that Mila had a new habit—biting. And not just food or teething rings. She bit her toys, her mothers, her Tias, and, most concerningly, she even attempted to bite Bagheera. Thankfully, the cat was quicker and avoided the chomp, though she was noticeably more cautious around the little vampire from that day on.

Ingrid and Mapi were at a loss. Why had their sweet little girl suddenly turned into a tiny predator?

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One day, at the Barcelona training facility, Mila was waddling around the gym, happily chatting with the players. She found Esmee and Kika, who were more than happy to entertain her. For a while, everything was going smoothly—until a sudden scream echoed through the gym.

“Ow! Mila bit me!” Kika exclaimed, holding her finger while Esmee burst into laughter.

Mila stood next to them, grinning proudly.

Mapi rushed over, already scolding her daughter. “Mila, no! Biting is bad. You can’t do that!”

But Mila wasn’t listening. Instead, her eyes wandered, already searching for her next victim.

Esmee smirked at Mapi. “She’s not taking you seriously, Mapi.”

Mila soon spotted Caroline and trotted over to her, arms raised in a silent request to be picked up. Caroline, unaware of the biting terror, lifted her up without hesitation.

“Caro, be careful,” Ingrid warned. “She’s been biting everyone.”

Caroline just shrugged. “She won’t bite me.”

To everyone's surprise, she was right. After an entire hour, Mila remained perfectly behaved in Caroline’s arms. No bites, no mischief—just cuddles.

When training ended, Caroline handed Mila back to Ingrid.

“How did you do that?” Ingrid asked, incredulous.

Caroline smirked. “Maybe I just don’t taste good.”

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That evening, Ingrid and Mapi decided to have a serious talk with their daughter. They sat her down, looking into her big, curious eyes.

“Mila,” Ingrid began gently. “You can’t bite people. It hurts them.”

Mapi nodded. “And hurting people isn’t good, peque.”

Mila tilted her head, thinking. Then, with the most serious expression her little face could muster, she said, “But I’m a lion. Lions bite. That’s what they do.”

She finished her statement with a small “Rawr!” and bared her tiny teeth for emphasis.

Ingrid and Mapi exchanged looks, trying not to laugh.

Ingrid pulled Mila into her lap. “Yes, you’re our little lion cub. But even lions have rules. No biting people, and no biting Bagheera.”

Mila pondered this for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Okay. No biting.”

It took a couple more slip-ups, but soon enough, their little vampire-turned-lion cub stopped biting completely. And peace was restored—also much to Bagheera’s relief.

[hazel-tanthamore22]

Money Trees

Fluff

Req

Megan Skeindal x Broke!Boxer!freader

A/n: Stationed in LA. Reader is a puncher and a punching bag. Megan is the caring ginger labradoodle she is.

Sypnosis: You love being a fighter, the feeling, adrenaline and its the only thing that helps you get by. But Megan hates it, knowing she could give you want you need and more.

Another jab to the side has you wince in pain. The opponent goes for another headshot but you duck below it, landing an uppercut on them and sealing the win.

After the winning announcement is made you go back to your dressing room and look into the mirror. A bruise on your temple, a busted lip and a bruise on your side. Megan wasn't going to be happy.

Boxing made you feel content in a way. You get to let put your anger on other people and you get payed, it's an all win situation, especially since you need the money.

You get a good amount of money per win, a few hundreds and if you're lucky, a thousand or two. Megan has persisted on and on that she gets enough as an Idol and can take care of you, but you refuse each time.

She hates seeing you hurt, seeing the bruises and cuts every other day makes her sulky, not liking the sight of you hurt.

You change into your training clothes and step out of the room with your duffel bag slinged over you shoulder. Your coach hands you an ice pack for your lip as he congratulates you.

You walk out to your car, sitting in the driver's seat as you open your phone. A missed text from Megan. A smile comes to your face as you open the text, she's asking for you to come to the kats house.

You set the ice bag in the passenger seat as you start the car, soon pulling out of the venues parking lot and driving to the kats house.

You park the car and wear you face mask, and cap, not wanting to alert the kats, they knew you were a fighter, but it didn't mean you didn't get scolded by them for having bruises every other day.

You knock on the door, waiting till you're met with the familiar Red hair of Lara. "Megan, you're wife's here" she yells into the house as she let's you in. You hear a loud shut up before a body crashes into yours.

"Nice to see you too Yoonchip" you chuckle, your voice a bit muffled by the mask. "Another fight" Sophia asks as she walks around the living room, seemingly fixing some things. You hum as Yoonchae let's go of you and Megan finally get downstairs.

She wastes no time grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs to her room. Obviously you follow like a lovesick puppy. "Sit" she says, her voice stern as she nods her head to her bed and walks to her closet grabbing the medkit she kept with her ever since she started dating you.

You sit on her bed and she walks back to you, taking off your mask and cap. She frowns at the bruise on your temple and the red swollen corner of your lip. She gets a gauze pad from the med kit in next to her.

She presses it to the corner of your lip, almost with zero care, causing you to wince. "Meg, I know you're mad-" you start just to be cut off by her pressing the gauze pad harder to the wound.

"How many times have I told you, you don't have to keep fighting, I could take of you" she mumbles, removing the gauze pad from your lip and finally looking in your eyes after staring down your bruises.

"I know but-" you start, just fo be cut off again. "No, do you think this getting you small amounts of money is a justifiable reason?" She cups your face in her hands. "Please stop, I don't like seeing you beat up, what if one day you lose and it's bad, maybe even fatal? What am I gonna do then" her voice wavers as tears build in her eyes.

You sigh heavily, pulling her into your lap as you hug her. "Fine, I'll stop" you mumble into her shoulder. You hear her exhale shakily as you agree to stop fighting.

Megan finishes dressing your wounds, the one on your side being the most painful, you may or may not have a fractured rib bit that can be dealt with when Megan isn't clinging to you like a koala and definitely when it's not night.

Night had fallen in LA. You decided to stay in the kats house, playing video games with Dani and Manon and helping Sophia and Lara control them two. When everyone had retired to their own rooms you found yourself next to Megan in her bed.

Both of you dozing in and put of sleep as you make pointless conversation and laughter.

"Were you being for real" she mumbles as she looks in your eyes in the dark. "About the fighting? Yes, ill stop for you love." You respond, your eyes drooping as you answer. She smiles, her hands wrapping around your waist as she nozzles her face into your neck.

"Goodnight" she mumbles. "Goodnight love" You respond as you both fall asleep in the comfort of each other's arms and presence.

[twst-drabbles]

Octavinelle 18

Summary: After some whining and pestering on the seafolks part, you gave in and decide to sleep in the tank room for the night.

(Ough, I'm glad that I recovered from my pain, but now it means I have to trudge through writer's block all over again! All my writings at the moment just feel so… rusty. I really need to get my practice in.)

Initially, you were under the impression that while seafolk don't mind affection, they weren't especially needy for it. The sea is a cold place and often time is spent either hunting, feeding the young or looking out for danger if nothing else.

Essentially, when you first got Azul, Jade and Floyd, you were very much expecting to give more attention to their tank than to the actual creatures themselves. You'd come in, feed them until they're properly filled rather than stuffed, then spend the rest of the hour checking up on the particulars around them. Bitten fingers? Expected, you knew tense pets when you see them. Jets of water in your eyes? Also expected, Azul's particular breed are known for those kinds of warnings.

You were, however, not expecting for them to eventually get so attached that they'd get fussy about it.

It started off as these simple, long-held whistles, heard from right at the edge of your ear. At first you thought maybe it was your AC acting up again, or perhaps the plant nymphs outside practicing another strange ritual you're not aware of. So, you just ignored it. Wasn't bothering you anyway. Honestly, it was even a little cute when it turned out to be just Floyd whistling. A little playtime with him and it was enough to calm him down.

He did nip at you at the end when you left but you didn't pay it any mind.

Then Jade joined in as well, and boy do those two make a mean harmony. Those two bounce energy off of each other all the time. Could practically hear it from all the way in the backyard.

You played with them, coaxed them into their cave, but twenty minutes later, they would be back to their whistling sessions. Again, you didn't pay it much mind, you figured it was just another form of playing.

Then Azul chimed in with his trills. His trills, usually cute in how whiny they sounded, were very guttural. Like he was choking on something.

Of course, you go to the tank room to see what's wrong and guess what? They quieted down as soon as you opened the door. Even had the cheekiness to chirp in smug victory that they got you to their room.

You closed the door, and not even a minute later they began their noises all over again.

And so here you are, under a few layers of blankets because this room's practically a fridge, scrolling through your phone because your body's just not ready for sleep. Yeah you can sleep on the couch in the living room, and you have collapsed on the rug back when you had one, but sleeping with a sleeping bag on the hard floor was another sensation entirely. You're probably gonna be here all night, which sucks because you were just starting to sleep properly for once.

Oh well.

You took a cursory glance back at the dimly lit tank and saw three squishy faces pressed up against the glass, side by side, all giving the biggest of frowns. How long were they watching?

"What?" You're here, aren't you? What else do they want? "I'm not sleeping in the tank with you."

You turned back around and went back to reading whatever catches your interest, adjusting the pillow between your arm.

About a few minutes later, you heard a gentle pop.

Your thumb stopped, already sighing through your nose. "Oh boy…"

Immediately, your face was slapped with fish, three magical seafolk creature fish that is. You curled up. Wet slime rubbed at your ear, little claws on your cheek and lips, and finally tendrils on your shoulder. All so cold you had to clench your jaw to keep from shaking them off.

"Alright, alright," you gently pried Azul, Jade and Floyd from your skin and put them on the floor. "Give me a moment."

You swiped a towel from one of the cabinets--seafolk playtime never fails to leave water everywhere--dunked it in the empty tank, wrung it, then folded it right next to your pillow.

Floyd didn't hesitate to belly flop right onto the damp towel. Jade slithered right under a layer and purposefully butted Floyd to the side before poking his head out the other end. Azul slowly crawled over to the very corner of the towel, picking the one closest to your pillow with a very expectant look on his face.

"You can hang, but I'm putting you to bed when you're asleep, alright?" Can't have their skin drying out and making them itch.

Did they understand? Probably not since they're still just giving you that empty eyed stares of theirs.

You laid back down, and they all pounced on your face.

"Come on!"

This is going to be a long night.

[toto-the-cactus]

Remember Clonegrim? Fulgrim's not corrupted perfect clone? Who retains memories from his original self, deeply regrets everything he did and is captive in Trazyn's gallery?

It would be even more painful for him if we add the memory of his daughter and wife (were he see them as his own daughter and wife too) and how for the original Fulgrim fault they left him. Maybe, if he ever comes back (Like similar events of the video from Majorkill: What if the loyal clone of Fulgrim Returned to the Imperium? Check it out).

But adding that he wants to meet again with his family and protect them from Snakegrim (specially now that he is back in the galaxy). The custody battle (literal) would be intense XD

How do you think it would be the reunion? A warm welcome or not? Thet would accept him? Will Guilliman protect Fulgrim's daughter like the others traitors daughters (despite be the daughter of the brother who almost killed him).

Took me a while. I've been busy with my work since kiddos are starting their tests soon and I'm the one in charge into printing all that shit.

Anyways! Anon I honestly liked this because it inspired me to write more angst but this time focused on Fulgrim's family. I actually checked out the video u recommended me and damn, it inspired me even more.

An especial thanks to @thethronezone who helped me choose Fulgrim's daughter name because I suck at naming humans. You're the best, Throne!

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Daphne looked at her mother with an air of resignation and sadness as she herself sat on a chair beside the cot. Her sleeping form resting within the room stamped by wards with the most peaceful expression she ever had in months after waking from the stasis field.

A sigh left her lips at how pale and ill her mother looked thanks to the nightmares. A pang of impotence invaded her heart at how little she could do to ease the former Legion Mother's  mind.

It was so unfair.

Not even inside her dreams was she safe of his presence.

With a last caress to her hair and a kiss on her forehead, Daphne pulled the blanket higher to cover up to the shoulders of the sleeping woman. These days were hard and tomorrow the crops needed her full attention if they wished to have enough food the next month.

A hand quickly pulled her by the wrist before she could even get that far to leave through the door.

“Sweetie?” called the woman with unfocused eyes and trembling voice, clearly still deep in slumber despite calling to the albino girl.

Sleepwalking. Another of the things that always put her on edge when it came to her mother’s health and one of the main reasons she always needed to put a lock on the door.

“Yes, mama… is me” the violet-eyed girl held gently the hand that had gripped her wrist, pulling it away to rest close to the woman in reassurance of her presence. “We’re still safe here, mama. We’re in your room”

A soft and genuine smile adorned the face of her mother, making Daphne’s own heart break a little at how easily she lied to a woman that was held barely on stitches.

“Oh… you’re right, my love” with those words, the white-haired girl hoped it was the end of the conversation and that her mom would go back to sleep, but what came next made trepidation fill her gut in seconds. “Your father has come back for us… he is back to who he used to be. We’ll be fine now”

Oh, if only she could believe those words.

“Y-yeah, mama… sleep well”

As her words took effect and the tired woman went back to sleep, the albino girl didn’t need to look back to know who was eavesdropping near the door of the room. She tried to ignore his presence for as long as it took, but it was hard to shrug off the giant pink elephant in the middle of them.

“How is she?” he asked just a few steps behind her. It angered her how his voice betrayed genuine concern.

“Tired… not like your presence helps a lot” Daphne answered with too much bite on her tone but millenia on the run while trying to keep her mother alive had left too little tenderness on her to spare.

They had both the loyalists of the Imperium and the Chaos agents against them, so it was a bit expected for her to not be really welcoming of the man in front of her.

Daphne at first thought that she was suffering an hallucination induced by terror when she first saw him arrive, already imagining all the possible worst case scenarios of being found by none other than her father, Fulgrim.

After a fight where she has been defeated humiliatingly fast, Daphne had not that much of an option when the former Primarch explained the real reason as to why he was there.

A clone. A perfect copy of who used to be her father.

It had been the worse kind of emotional torture she ever had to suffer but by the time her mother had woken up, Daphne didn’t have that many options but to go along the play of reassuring her mother that her father had came back for them.

Not a complete lie, if the reasons behind the sudden arrival of the clone were to be believed.

The albino girl had refused to entertain the idea of playing house with that… man unless her mother was present, but as time passed even that became harder to do too.

She didn’t want him here. She hadn’t needed a father for a long time and she refused to believe that this would be different.

‘He’ll fall like the first one… he’ll leave us in the ashes with nothing but a curse to hang over our heads’, the albino girl thought constantly when something warm and painful squirmed inside her chest when seeing her mother smile at the sweet nothings the clone would say to her in whispers.

But despite the comforting presence the clone provided to the tortured and tired mind of mom, the Daemon Prince residing within the depths of the Warp hadn’t taken very well how the ex-Legion Mother easily left him behind. That led in consequence to a relapse on the woman’s health again.

Hence, why the clone hanged around in worry after Daphne knew exactly what to do to help her.

“She had been looking better before… Was it him?”

“You know the answer to that” she said again with that gruff edge on her words, but something caught her curiosity in his words. “Why do you do that? Why do you refer to my f- I mean, to Fulgrim like you aren’t part of him?”

There’s hurt, guilt and disgust all at once behind his eyes. A part of her feels both satisfied and sad at his reaction.

“I share his memories… every experience he had and the people he met are seared over my mind… you and your mother are a prominent constant” he makes a pause and looks down as if searching for words. “I know I’m not the Fulgrim you used to call father… but to me, you are the child I saw be born and grow. You don’t have to see me as the parent you lost, but I will not let you think that I’ll leave you both again”

Daphne wasn’t used to letting her emotions get the better of her externally. Maybe her voice would betray what she felt most of the time when stressed or angry but beyond that, the albino girl liked to pretend that she still kept a good control of how she reacted to others. It was easy to embrace the comfort that brought the anger at Fulgrim’s defection that for a long time she never bothered to think differently about it. To go into a default about the whole matter through the eyes of resentment because, if she ever was to dive deep in her own mind, the violet-eyed girl feared to discover that it would all be for naught.

To know that despite everything, her father had loved her and her mother so much that even an uncorrupted clone of himself had gone to the lengths to find them at the risk of his life.

It was a very confusing situation but she refused to let go… even with the albino-demigod extending the metaphorical olive branch.

“I don’t need to give you any chances when we know that you’ll leave us too” she said this time with cold and unwavering ire.

Instead of losing his temper with her words like she expected, Daphne felt heavy guilt at the hurt showing on the clone’s face; clearly affected by what she kept thinking about him since the very first day he arrived in their lives again.

The poor girl couldn't deal with these whiplash of emotions when regarding him. He was too expressive, too open with her and that just simply left her walls too thin in reaction.

She hated her father for what he had done… but she still loved him so much it was unbearable.

“Don’t blame you for believing that… everyone seems to do… but I understand that it's up to me to prove the opposite” the hurt and grief reflecting in his eyes immediately morphed into burning determination, one she was very familiar with. “So until then, I’m staying here to help and take care of you both. Doesn’t matter if you want it or not”

And with those final words, the clone of her father walked past her to enter her mother’s room, leaving the discussion as concluded for now. She didn’t stay long enough to hear the sweet whispers of her father’s clone reassuring her mom while she slept soundingly, or even how the albino man went and laid beside the woman to embrace her with his body.

Daphne had decided that she was too tired to even dwell too much on his words… although a part of her genuinely wanted to believe him.

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Hope this was good, anon! Teehee

[kaxserlvr]

Synopsis: ever since sae came back from Spain rin has been acting different, having a talk with him should surely sort things out right?…

The park where you guys first met was quiet, the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows over the grass. You sat on the edge of the fountain, your gaze fixed on Rin, who stood a few feet away, his hands shoved into his pockets, his eyes avoiding yours. It had taken weeks of persistence to convince him to come here, and now that they were face to face, the distance between them felt greater than ever.

“You’ve been different since Sae came back,” you began, your voice soft but firm. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been shutting everyone out. Rin, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

His jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists. “You don’t understand,” he muttered.

“Then help me understand!” You exclaimed, standing up. “All I see is you punishing yourself over something I don’t even know about. You’re better than this. You should—”

“Stop,” Rin snapped, his voice sharper than you had ever heard. He turned to you, his eyes dark with frustration. “You shouldn’t care, Y/n . Why do you even bother?”

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart twisting. “Why wouldn’t I care?” You demanded,your voice rising. “You’re my friend, my best friend at that Rin! Of course I care! What’s wrong with you?”

Liar he’s more than that to you

“What’s wrong with me?” He let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I have to get better. I need to. I can’t be like you, sitting on the sidelines because of some stupid injury—”

The words left his mouth before he could stop them, and as soon as they did, he froze.

You had used to play soccer up until a painful injury set you back. Not wanting to risk playing again you requested to sit out most games leaving you to end up quitting,to not bring your team down. Hearing Rins words hurt a reminder on something you’ve been trying to forget.

Your expression crumbled, your eyes filling with hurt. You opened your mouth as if to say something, but no words came.

“Y-Y/n, I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, her voice trembling but harsh. You turned away, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. “If that’s how you see me, maybe I don’t know you as well as I thought.”

Liar you knew everything about him

The silence was unbearable. Rin clenched his fists, the weight of his own guilt pressing down on him like a vice. He didn’t know how to fix this, didn’t know how to tell you that he had lashed out because he couldn’t handle his own feelings.

“I’m going to Blue Lock,” he said abruptly, his tone flat. “It’s a four-year program. You won’t see me anymore.”

You turned back to him, your expression a mix of confusion, hurt, and anger. “What? Rin, what are you talking about?”

“It’s better this way,” he muttered, refusing to meet her gaze. He took a step back, then another, his feet carrying him away from you even as his heart screamed at him to stop.

Liar this was the worst way he wanted to say goodbye to you

You watched him go, your hands trembling at your sides. “Rin!” You called after him, but he didn’t turn around. The words you wanted to say, the questions you wanted to ask, all stuck in your throat.

Rin kept walking, his mind racing. Every step felt like a betrayal, but he convinced himself it was necessary. If he stayed, he’d only hurt you more. If he left, maybe he could finally forget you.

Liar he could never forget you

But as the park faded into the distance, the guilt and regret settled in his chest like a heavy stone. He didn’t know if he was doing the right thing—he only knew that being near you made it impossible to ignore the truth. He cared too much. More than he should. More than he deserved to.

A/n: If enough people want it I could do a part 2 of where they meet maybe during or after blue lock?

[lovelizards]

"It's okay," she wheezed through her tears, "It's okay, you're okay."

The room she'd been given was inside one of the trees; its ceramic walls were warm to the touch, and it was dark inside, with only one small window not even big enough for her to put a hand through.

A makeshift bed - more like a nest - made of scrap fabric, an old copper thimble upturned to be a seat at a table carved roughly out of an old chunk of strangely smooth wood. Percy had set out more food on it, but Ariadne couldn't bear the thought of eating.

A foreign place full of foreign items. Items that belonged to that human, just like her now.

It was all terrible.

As soon as the men had left her alone in the room, she came unravelled. In a fit of manic rage, she up-ended the table and sent it crashing to the floor.

The food scattered and she kicked at it, kicked at the thimble, hurting her feet. She tore away the fabric from the bed, pulling it apart until all that was left was the pile of leaves that had been underneath.

Only then, finally, did her legs give out and send her to the floor in a heap.

The tears burned in her eyes, boiling over her cheeks. She clutched her head through a tangle of hair as the trembling in her hands spread violently, and set her entire body to shaking.

Part of her still refused to believe it was true.

How could she be trapped here?

It must just be a nightmare.

She squeezed her eyes closed, but even there in the darkness, she could see the greasy face of the human staring down at her with glassy, wet eyes. His bulbous tongue licking his teeth as he laughed at her pain. She could hear it, she could feel it rumbling in her chest.

"Please," she groaned, her body tense, and turned her head into her arm, "please, please -"

It couldn't be real.

Soon, her Nessa would come to get her, shake her awake from this nightmare. She would smile down at Ariadne, with her pretty pink eyes, and hold her until the terrible visions faded.

Another part of her, another vicious, cruel part of her was screaming.

You are here and no one will protect you!

The bow Briar had given her was resting against the wall, the quiver of arrows spilled across the floor where she'd dropped it. Both of the men had been so kind...so far. But she couldn't trust them, no matter how honest they were with her.

It wasn't her mind at risk, it was her body they wanted.

Ariadne tried to catch her breath, which came in sharp, painful gasps and loud sobs that were dampened by the earthen walls.

"It's okay," she wheezed through her tears, "It's okay, you're okay."

She repeated it again and again, whispered like a prayer.

Maybe, if she said it enough times, it would be true.

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[valfeathers]

“baby, both arms cradle you now,

both arms cradle you now”

[skwivr]

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[fatcowboys]

tonsillectomy has fucked my sleep schedule and also I am craving every food under the SUN rn but won't be able to enjoy most of them for like another week I have list of foods I'm gonna eat once I'm able to

[untimelyambition]

anyone who talked about skipping Any of the nuwho doctors is going through my shredder

Hi any people who enjoy doctor who I want to get into the new stuff where do I start from?

[kyri45]

And when the day kisses the night you know that, even after the dark, the light will shine on a new sunrise.

AT LONG LAST.

AT LONG.

LAST.

THE BITCHES. FINALLY. KISSED!!!!!!!

SHADOWPEACH IS OFFICIALLY CANON!!1!1!1 (in the au)

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV/ FIRST / NEXT )

Next part is coming on February 8th, 1PM ET

You can bet your ass they kept making out on the way to heaven.

More rambling and Horizontal and vertical versions of the kiss under the cut!

Well, what can I say. It's been a long journey, but the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU can finally be officially a "Shadowpeach-canon" AU ahah. Hopefully the slow-burn wasn't too painful. I put my heart on my sleeve when I say that I swore to myself that as soon as the two bitches completely, fully forgive each other, then, and only then, they could have their moment.

Then, something something-having your true form while doing an act/saying something means showing the honesty of what you are saying/doing-something something

I laughed my ass off so many times while drawing panel 7 bc like- Mac is just "omg this idiot is so stupid, he's my idiot, I love him so much"

lastly, finally, FINALLY, I don't have to hold back anymore! Prepare yourself, Im gonna go full blast with these bitches. If you thought whatever they were doing before was gay, BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. this story might as well turn intp a FWP (plot? what plot? fluff without plot)

hehe mac in panel 17 is like "oh NO U DON'T! PUT YOUR MOUTH WHERE IT BELONGS

Maybe this is not as epic or as a boom as the spicynoodle kiss. But that's kind of the point. They are the doomned toxic yaoi who healed in the past 6 months. They have always been together kind of. A kiss is just one of the hundreds other actions and words they shared during all the other parts of the story. They loved each other well before this chapter. So a kiss is just a natural course of them re-discovering each other and their intimacy. They sleep together (literally sleeping together, not sex yet) they comfort each other at their lowest, they saw each other inner selfs, they call each other nicknames, they call each other beautiful. I mean this was less of a "Slow Burn" and more a "put it in the microwave cause it got cold so that it slowly get warm again, but the food was already cooked"

[sun-kissy]

bucky barnes who doesn’t trust unless it comes to you. whose eyes soften at the sight of you, because his heart knows that it’s okay to let his guard down. he believed the world always had its claws out to get him, until he fell straight into your gentle arms. he tells you the word love meant nothing to him until you came along.

bucky barnes who would live for you. the winter soldier would kill for anyone, the white wolf would die for anyone, but bucky would live for you. he’s never believed in fate, but if it wasn't destiny that brought you to him, he doesn’t know what it was. he thinks maybe it was all worth it, the trauma and the scars and the pain, if it all lead up to the moment when you told him i love you.

bucky barnes who searches for you even in nightmares, screams your name till his lungs burn with self-hatred. you’re his safe space, his home. he’s drawn back to wakefulness as soon as he feels your touch, the gentleness of your breath on his skin like an aching balm to his wounds. he’ll never stop apologising for the burden that comes with his affection, yet he won’t ever stop loving you.

bucky barnes who thinks of hurting you as no less than a sin. who believes even pulling out a single strand of your hair is a hundred times worse than every murder committed as the winter soldier. because what’s a few dozen people in comparison to his whole universe?

bucky barnes who wakes up a little earlier in the morning; not to see the sun rise, but to watch the soft rays dapple your face. he thinks you look angelic, the golden hue painting you in so much beauty that he feels blessed; wonders if he ought to start praying to gods he never once believed in.

bucky barnes who tells you he loves you more times than he can count. whose voice is hardened from years of tortured, ragged cries; but the word doll tumbles out of his lips like soft petals when he looks at you. he knows seven different tongues, and is fluent in every single one. he claims that none of them have the words to describe how you make him feel.

bucky barnes who kisses like a hungry dog, like there’s an ache in his soul that can only be filled by the feeling of your lips on his, skin to skin. he believes the sole purpose of his metal arm is to pin you to the wall. roughness is the only form of love he’s ever known.

bucky barnes who buys you everything you talk about in passing, who takes you out wherever your heart yearns to go, who kisses your knuckles with the softest touch of his lips. he inhales when you exhale at night to make space for the rise of your chest. he only ever holds your hand with his non-metal one so as to not hurt you. he traces your features while you sleep. he loves you with the full force of the word, because you’re his girl.

bucky barnes who could never unlove you, would never want to. even if the strings of his soul were tied to another, he would cut them off and run straight to you.