#the answer is always yes PFFFF

[saltpepperbeard]

ahoy, captain

[buckyshand]

LATE NIGHT CONFESSION

Warning: suggestive

Era: Prison era

Pronouns: They/them

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

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“Hey, Carol…pssst…are you awake?” Daryl asked cautiously at the door of his best friend's cell.

“Can you explain to me why aren’t you sleeping? What do you need at this time, when people are sleeping by the way.” The short haired woman who came out of the cell told him tiredly.

Daryl didn’t know where to start. He even felt awkward to ask his girl best friend. Despite that, he mustered up the courage and asked:'' : “ How do ya know…tha’ ya like someone?”

Carol looked at him questioningly before looking him into his eyes to see if he was really serious. “You love someone?!”

The dark-haired man’s eyes widened at her response. But yes, she was right. Daryl Dixon was in love with someone. He wanted to make sure inconspicuously. Sadly Carol is smart and she knew. “I didn’t say tha’ I like someone. What the hell do ya mean by that?!” he stated angrily, well…more like flustered. She just laughed at his reaction and just told him: “Well…. I would say it’s like…hmm…you feel happy when the person is close to you. It’s like butterflies in your stomach? And your heart beats faster than normal. You are interested in that person too, you want to know every damn detail, even those little ones.”

Daryl was invested in what Carol was saying. He didn’t wanted to believe that he, Daryl, was in love? He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t even know that Carol finished.

She smiled mischievously at his reaction. “So you do love someone…” she said, giggling. Daryl looked at her and just grunted, she took it as an agreement.

“I think i know who it is, pookie.” “Pffff Yeah sure…” he replied sarcastically. “It’s me, isn’t it?” They both laughed.

“Is it Y/n?” she looked at him seriously. She wanted to know if it was them, even though she knew the answer. “Mhmm…” with this answer Daryl fastly left her cell.

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Y/n was getting ready for bed, when they suddenly heard footsteps near their cell. They turned to the cell door and saw their favourite blue-eyed hunter. Y/n smiled. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by this time?” they whispered to him.

“Shoudn’t you be the one asleep?” Daryl told them and Y/n quietly chuckled. “Well, i just got back from the watch tower and was getting ready…”

Daryl started to panic. What if he is bothering them? They are for sure tired, he doesn't want to burden them with his feelings, which they do not requite. “Why did you come?” Y/n asked him, looking into his eyes.

“Well I just…” Daryl started, but he didn’t know where.

They gave him a smile, big one. Y/n shows this smile just with him and for him, no one else. That was special for Daryl. He felt butterflies in his stomach when they smiled at him, like always.

“I like you..” he whispered, but Y/n heard it.

They were still looking into his blue eyes, but now it was a “are you serious?” look. Daryl, he wasn’t looking into Y/n’s eyes, he knew that if he looked into their eyes then he wouldn’t be able to tell them what was on his heart for a few months.

“I like you too..” Y/n assured him. He sighed and said “no…i mean it as a…” he felt more and more frustrated until he couldn't handle it.

Daryl walked closer to them, gently grabbing their head and kissing them tenderly with hopes of Y/n feeling the same way.

Surprised, Daryl feels them kiss back. Y/n throws one arm around his neck and digs the other into his gorgeous chestnut hair. He moved his hand to their hip and placed the other on their back, gently moving Y/n towards him to deepen their kiss.

Y/n’s lips were warm and soft, just like Daryl imagined. They parted slightly, allowing Daryl's tongue to slip inside.

After a few minutes of kissing, they both ran out of breath and had to pull away from each other, despite not wanting to. They both took a deep breath, panting heavily. Daryl was blushing, he didn’t expect Y/n to reciprocate his feelings.

“That was...“ Daryl softly whispered as his and Y/n's foreheads were touching.

“Amazing? Hell yeah it was.“ Y/n enthusiastically answered as they started to grin, causing Daryl to smile back at them. Y/n decided to pepper his face with kisses, making him giggle in the process.

“Should I take it that ya feel the same way?” he asked. Y/n nodded and smiling even more.

“So would you like to be my-“ “Yes.”

Daryl just laughed and kissed them again. His hands land on their ass. “Somehow, these jeans bother me..” he said jokingly and they curiously looked at him, despite knowing what he meant.

“I think we'll have to take them off..” Daryl smirked and started kissing their neck. “Then you should start with it…” Y/n laughed and Daryl started taking them off…

And they both didn't actually sleep….

[obsidiancreates]

Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 16)

“Hey Dooonald?”

“Yeah, Angelo?”

“Ever notice Mikey is starting to sound a lot like Shelldon?”

“Actually I believe he picked up the ‘sufer/skater bro from the 80’s’ lingo from Jupiter Jim XXIV: The Rad-tastatic Wave Through The Time Tunnel’.”

“I meant his actual voice.”

“Oh. Are we finally acknowledging that?”

“So you also noticed it!”

“Yes, yes, I’ve been tracking it, as you see on this chart.”

“Wooooow. So, why’s that happening?”

“The short answer, I don’t know. The slightly longer answer, I do not know.”

“Maybe it’s just a fun coincidence that our boys sound so alike!”

“... Yeah, I’ll settle for that, it’s not the first time someone’s sounded strangely similar to someone else.”

“Uhhhhh what are you two talking about?” Leon leans in the doorway, frowning in confusion at his brothers.

“Just about Mikey sounding a lot like Shelldon!” Angelo says brightly.

“Pffff, they don’t sound that alike.” Leon waves his hand dismissively. “Way more important, are you guys ready for Ultimate Uncles Day?”

“Are we sure we aren’t doing this too close to Vacay Day?” Donald leans his arm on the back of his chair and rolls away from his work desk. “It’s only been a week. That’s a lot of family bonding in a short time.”

“It’s perfect!” Angelo springs up, pulling a calendar down from Donnie’s little section of the lab (the kid has always gravitated towards Paper more than Digital with certain informational storage, and Donald has learned it’s best not to force otherwise– comfort zones are comfort zones, after all). “We can make this kind of thing a weekly tradition! That’ll give us all fresh eyes on any ways we’re coming up short as fathers by being judgemental as uncles!”

Leon frowns. “... Okay… reminding me a little of the whole Unicorn Competition disaster there, bud…”

Angelo flops a hand down. “This is waaay different, Leon! I’m not competing, I’m saying we can balance each other’s strengths and weakness, like in a fight!”

“Still sounding weirdly violent.”

“That’s a you problem,” Donald says matter-of-factly, standing up and stretching. “And to answer your previous question, yes, we are ready.”

“I got all-new spray paints for today, baby!” Angel whips out two of them to show off. “Raph’s gonna have a great time with the place I picked out! It’s an old skatepark that a community program just got all fixed up, and the one big thing people wished could’ve been kept was the graffiti!”

“Wooow! Now that, is convenient!” Leon nods, impressed.

“And I have gotten Leo and I tickets to not only attend the observatory, but test out their new Interactive Space Travel Experience! A-HA-HA-HA!”

“Niiice! But check… a-this out.” Leon proudly presents.. a receipt. One of Donald’s robotic arms snatches it and he and Angelo read it so closely they’re basically sniffing the words.

“You rented out the whole stadium?!” Angelo looks up at Leon with sparkling eyes as Leon smirks.

“Is that why my safe had pizza sauce on the handle?” Donald narrows his eyes at Leon, who breaks out into a sweat.

“Uhh… nope, that was definitely Mikey trying to get into it.”

“Oh, you did not just frame my son in front of my face!”

“AH! I mean- Raph, did it?”

“Raph did what?” Raphie peeks his head into the doorway. “Leon! Are you accusin’ our boys of somethin’ you did? ON ULTIMATE UNCLES DAY?!”

“Oh, gee, is that the time, Mikey’s probably bored out his mind waiting gotta get going already byeeeee!” Leon slashes open a portal and gets away just as his brothers all jump for a tackle. They scream as instead of landing on Leon they all crash into each other, landing in a heap on the floor.

“Note to self,” Donald groans, rubbing his head. “Install update to Anti-Leon Safe Security Measures.”

“That’s what was happening?” Raphie sits up. “So he got that ten bucks he’d owed me from you?”

“He- ARHG!”

“Well before that–” Angelo stands up and dusts himself off, “– we were comparing Uncles Day plans!”

“Oh, I got the best plans!” Raphie pulls out two tickets. “They’re doin’ a Ametuer Feature Event at the wrestling arena today! It’s got a whole bunch of up-and-comers! There’s even an event where the kids in the audience can have some matches of their own between shows!”

“Oooooh. That is the best one!” Angelo throws up his arms in praise as Donald’s face melts in a jealous bitterness.

“Ha-ha! I know.” Raphie tucks the tickets away again. “Alright, Mad Dogz! … Minus Leon. Let’s get our Uncling on!”

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“So, we can just paint whatever we want?” Raph asks as he and Angelo walk to the gate around the park. “Like, anything?”

“Whatever your imagination cooks up!”

“... Can I paint a big cuss word?”

“Wha- you know cuss words?!”

“... No.”

Angelo narrows his eyes for a moment, then laughs and rubs the top of Raph’s head the way one would ruffle the hair on a human child. “Let’s skip the cuss words and keep to the art, okay?”

“Aw… alright.”

They get to the fence and Angelo uses his powers to lift the bag of their many cans of paint over the top. “Alright, lil’ man, need a boo-?”

Raph jumps at the fence and scales it easily, landing on the other side with a grunt and turning back around with a proud look on his face. Angelo grins back. 

“That was great!” Angelo gets over the fence with one jump.

“I’ve got the ‘breaking in’ part of ninja-ing down!” Raph cheers.

Angelo laughs lightly. “Except the ‘keepin’ it secret’ part, kid!”

“Oh. Right.” Raph grabs the bag and, with a great deal of effort (and some subtle unknown weight-supporting mystic help), hoists it onto his back and sets off for the middle of the skatepark.

They get down into the center and Raph plops the bag down, the top falling open to reveal the huge assortment of paint colors, paint finishes, and two sets of gas masks and goggles. They pop the protective gear on and look around.

“I’m gonna start on that ramp,” Raph declares, pointing. “I’m gonna paint… a van! A turtle van!”

“Aw, yeah, baby! Keepin’ it on brand!” Angelo points at the half-pipe next to Raph’s chosen spot. “I’ll be right there if you need me, I’m gonna do some word-art!”

They both grab some cans and get to work. Angelo flows with the feeling, letting the shapes and colors of the letters take him on a journey as the work blossoms, bigger and bigger, details filling in themselves as inspiration flows through him the same way his powers do. He remembers standing on Raphie’s shoulders when they were kids, painting the walls of their childhood lair while Donald and Leon chased each other and Splints’s snores echoed around the huge main room.

That lair would’ve been nice to raise the boys in. It was a little less cramped- but also more sewer, so maybe the tradeoff wasn’t so bad after all. Still, it would’ve been nice to have the indoor ramp for the boys to skateboard on, and the better lighting, and bigger space for the Lair Ga-

Lair games! Oh, man, they haven’t had a Lair Games since before the boys were brought home! The last time they held one was–

… Before Shredder, and The… Aliens.

… How long has he been out of paint in this can? Angelo shakes his head and turns around to grab a new can, trying to ignore the pang of loss in his chest. It was so long ago– why does it still hurt so bad sometimes?

He blinks as Raph suddenly snatches up the can Angelo had been reaching for and dashes away with it again. He chuckles a little, feeling some of that tightness around his heart loosen, and looks up. His eyes widen. “WHOA, LIL’ MAN!”

He’s fairly certain Raph hasn’t used Spray paint as a medium before, but he seems to have figured it out quickly. The van is very impressive, especially for the work of a 3--foot-tall 10 year old. It’s an old volkswagen-style body, with huge monster-truck-esque back tires and smaller, normal tires on the front. It’s a side-view of the vehicle, showing off some kind of dark red armored siding in place of a back sliding door. The top of the van has a turtleshell pattern to finish off the look. Raph climbs up to the top of the ramp and hangs off the side, then shimmies until he slides partway down and plants his feet against the concrete side when he reaches the height he wants to be at. Holding on with one hand he leans closer to his artwork and adds two fin-type decorations to the back of the top of the van.

Angelo gapes at the sight, impressed and astonished. He shakes his head again and walks over. “You want me to hold you up instead?”

“I’ve got it.” Raph looks at his uncle. “Cool, right? Donnie drew it for our comic, before everything got… bad.”

“It is sweet, baby!” Angelo puts his hands on his hips. “I should talk to Donald about makin’ something like this!”

“But you guys have a tank!” Raph slides the rest of the way down the ramp. 

“The tank is for fights, Raph. Vans are for things like family road trips! Going to the park! Mall hauls!”

“Not this one.” Raph crosses his arms and looks at it with a violent sparkle in his eye. “It’s armored and it’s got all kinds of weapons in it!”

Angelo looks over at his piece, unfinished on the half-pipe. The last few letters are done with a shakier hand, messier mind, messier lines– he doesn’t feel like continuing it anymore.

So he uses his powers to float the whole pile of paints over to him and Raph. “How about I help you with adding all those weapons?”

Raph grins. “There’s a million of ‘em! Let’s start with the deer head that shoots fire!”

“The what?! That is genius!”

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“Uh, Uncle Leon?” Mikey whispers as he clings to Leon’s neck. “I think we’re early, this place is totally empty.”

“Surprise!” Leon grins and slices open a portal to the light switches, flipping them on and pulling his hand back out to throw out in grand presentation. “I rented the whole place out just for us!”

Mikey’s grip tightens, and Leon chokes for a second before Mikey lets go and springs off, pushing his hands against Leon’s head to use as a springboard and effectively toppling his uncle to the ground. His eyes shine as he looks around the stadium. “So we can jump around the whole place?!”

Leo sits up, rubbing his throat and grinning. “Oh yeah! If you wanna do a double front flip off the first row of seats, you can!”

“I TOTALLY DO!” Mikey runs up into the stands and does just that, landing for only a second before springing into a backflip to push off the stand wall and launch himself up again, flipping and flinging through the air and laughing gleefully the whole time.

“Whoa, who needs a basketball when we’ve got you?” Leon laughs. 

Mikey lands and gasps. “You’re right! I’m even the same color, yo! I am the basketball!”

“Guess I should set this guy up in the audience then.” Leon pulls the old, faded, worn basketball out from a small portal. “Maybe I’ll bring Lace-Face in, they can be our mascots.”

“No, no wait!” Mikey zips over, sliding up on his knees and clasping his hands. “Please let us play normal basketball first! Pleeease!”

“Well…” Leon pretends to be deep in thought about it, tapping his chin.

“If I’m the ball I can’t play! And if I can’t play I can’t prove I’m the awesomest basketball player ever!”

“Oh! So this whole thing is a chance to steal ol’ Uncle Leon’s title, huh?” Leon smirks as Mikey’s eyes go wide with realization.

“Uh…”

“How about this? If you win–” A guarantee, this is Mikey’s Day after all, “– I make you a crown officially declaring you The King of Turtle B-Ball. If I win, youuuuu uhh… draw me as a superhero and you as my sidekick!”

Mikey jumps up. “Deal!”

He and Leon head to the center of the stadium. Leon clears his throat and lifts the ball up. “Alright, you know the rules and so do I.”

Mikey, instead of answering, just vibrates with barely-contained competitive and excitable energy.

“And… a-let’s go!” Leon tosses the ball up to start the game. As soon as it lands and begins to bounce up again Mikey starts dribbling it over to Leon’s hoop, his disproportionately large hands giving him a grand advantage in keep the ball from slipping away from him. Leon gives chase, and Mikey gives the ball an extra-forceful slam to send it high into the air! He jumps up with it and slaps it back down at an angle, sending it a good deal ahead of both of them!

Leon stays running at a speed matching his nephew, trying to keep a balance of trying hard enough for Mikey to have fun but not so much that Leon will absolutely win without contest. He’s seven feet tall, has superpowers, and is a ninja master– his nephew is just under three feet, no superpowers, and only has five years of semi-casual training under his little leather belt. The game couldn’t be less fair.

He catches up to the ball first and starts dribbling, turning and making his way to Mikey’s basket. His nephew gasps like he’s been unexpectedly betrayed, and then leaps into the air again. “COWABUNGAAAAAAAA!”

Leon realizes what’s about to happen and scrambles to keep the ball but still move out of the way. “WAIT WAIT WAIT-!”

Mikey does not wait. How can he, when he’s already plummeting back down at his uncle– and popping his head and limbs into his shell for the impact.

Leon ‘Oofs!’ as Mikey slams into him! It’s far from the worst hit Leon’s ever taken, but it’s enough to rattle his brain a little as he’s sent heels-over-head upside-down and Mikey pops back out of his shell to steal the ball back his way. Leon lands in a crumple and blows his mask tail out of his face. “Referee?” he mumbles, dazed for a second, before he sits back up and whistles with his own two fingers.

Mikey freezes just as he’s about to take the shot.

“How about no trying to turn your uncle into one giant concussion while we play for the rest of the day?” Leon calls out.

“I was just doin’ what it takes to win, yo! In the old home movies you totally do and say the same thing!”

“Oy… Okay, can’t argue there.” Leon shrugs. “But… I was being stupid and learned a valuable lesson many years after those were filmed?”

“Pssssh, you were the Lair Games champ! You don’t hold back on anybody, so I’m not gonna hold back either!”

“Oh-ho, you think I wasn’t holding back?”

“Nope!” Mikey grins and spins the ball on his finger. “Old people just get slower in sports! It’s like, science!”

“Old?!”

Mikey blinks at Leon innocently. Leon puts his hands on his hips, and shrugs.

“Alright, mi sobrino. You wanna go all-out? Prepare to face the undisputed champ!”

“AND YOU PREPARE TO FACE– uh, um– DR. SPORTSINSTEIN!” Mikey dribbles the ball, rolls it across his shoulders, and then puts it down and balances on one foot on top of it before kicking it back up to spin on his finger. “HA!”

“Okay, you’re totally showing me how you learned that after this, because there’s no-way it was from any of my bros. And… GAME ON!”

Leon zips at Mikey as quick as he would in a fight, and his nephew yelps in surprise as Leon easily snatches the ball away and not only makes it to the basket, but slam-dunks the ball through in seconds.

The scoreboard above thoonks as the numbers change, 01-00. 

“Whoa…” Mikey isn’t even upset– just amazed. He has stars in his eyes as he stares in awe.

“And that is why my only Lair Games loss wasn’t even a loss.” Leon buffs his nails against his shell. Mikey is still quiet, though, so Leon’s smirk fades as he remembers this is Mikey’s Day. “Hey, I didn’t mean to–”

“THAT WAS SO AWESOME!” Mikey jumps in place, flapping his hands. “THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH COOLER THAN I THOUGHT!”

“You- huh?”

“I’M GONNA BEAT THE CHAMP!” Mikey runs forward, goes into a  front handspring, and basically tackles the ball to get it away from Leon. “YOU MAY BE BIGGER AND FASTER, DAWG, BUT I’VE GOT THE DR. SPORTENSTEIN SPIRIT!”

Leon laughs. All-out it is then!

[amour-anguis]

20 questions for fic writers

Yazzzzz thank you for the tag darling!! @sequinhaze

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

7!! a few longer WIPs and a few one shots!!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

668,490… good LORD i didn’t realize how many words it’d be 💀

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter mainly, nowadays mostly Marauders era but i used to write Dramione as well!! I also have a Red White and Royal Blue one shot posted randomly bc duhhh 🫡 and i’m hoping to start writing AOT fic soon bc Eruri is sooooo ndbdhbshsbdh ya know?

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh goodness let’s see:

1. Teeth (Marauders Jurassic World AU)

2. Ladder 126 (Marauders 911/911 Lonestar AU)

3. Iron Ambrosia (Kinky Jegulus One Shot)

4. Distractions (RWRB Texting Smutty One Shot)

5. Read For Me (Regulus/Remus Smut One Shot)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yes yes yes!!! i try my best to respond to all of them 🫶🏻🫶🏻 sometimes with Teeth it’s hard but i absolutely loveeee engaging in the comment section!!

6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it’s not posted yet but i’m working on the most heart wrenching MCD Jegulus short fic rn (like 3 chaps)… and it’s… well… yeah it hurts real bad.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i mean all my smut ends pretty happily i’d say 🤭 HAHA but none of my full length fics are done yet, if i had to say then probably the Rosekiller centric band AU i’m working on rn

8. do you get hate on fics?

sometimes unfortunately, everyone does. but i love what i write, i enjoy writing it, and i know there are lots of people who love the fics and that’s what matters :)

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

so much. all kinds. as sweet and vanilla or as kinky as i’m feelin, i’ve written it alllll HAHAHA

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Marauders x Jurassic World for SUREEE that one is a wild ride

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

no thank GOD

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yep yep yep!!! Teeth was translated into Spanish and Portuguese :)

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

well y’all know a lot of my work was written with my lovely Co-Author Riven!!!!

14. what's your all-time favorite ship?

i simply must pay some respect to the OGs and say wolfstar 🧎🏻‍♀️ jeggy, rosekiller, eruri, you came close <3

15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

y’all reallyyyy don’t wanna know the answer to this 💀

(but Teeth part 1 reads like a completed fic so it’s fineeee pffff)

16. what are your writing strengths?

smut scenes, emotional breakdowns, and dialogue! oh and those single lines that just hit you right in your chest! i have a doc i wrote w just a bunch of lines like that to grab from if i need it

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

area descriptions, i always wanna just rush into the dialogue and what’s happening and i have a hard time actually describing the scene

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

totally love it unless it’s like a LOT. i can translate it easily and even if it’s not a perfect translation it’s fine bc i can usually get the gist of it, but when it’s like a ton of dialogue in a long convo i get annoyed

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Dramione my loves <3

20. favorite fic you've written?

Teeth will always be near and dear to my heart, but also the random Reg/Remus one shot is everything to me and i love them and they love fucking in libraries SO-

tagging: @solmussa @greenvlvetcouch @kaaaaaaarf @odessities @soliloquy-dawn my lovesss 🫶🏻

[loosesodamarble]

Father's Disapproval

Summary: Dawn is in love and Nacht isn't ready to accept that fact. Genre: general, humor Word count: ~600

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“And for the flowers, we’re gonna have bluebells and blue thistle and blue hydras—”

“Do you mean ‘hydrangeas’?” Nacht asked, interrupting Dawn’s rambling.

“Yeah those!” she answered with a giggle. “Blue morning glories and blue cornflower— Actually does cornflower grow in any color besides blue? Anyways, if it comes in blue, I want that flower at my wedding! But everything else should definitely be purple! The carpet and the fabric on the seats. Oh and there could be silk curtains hanging from the wedding arch!” She continued as if she’d never been interrupted. “I need the perfect shades of blue and purple together…”

Nacht sighed and shook his head. He loved Dawn, his adorable little sparkle, and how energetic she got over whatever caught her interest. However, he was thoroughly displeased when Dawn’s most recent fascination became marriage and weddings.

She smiled as radiant as ever and her eyes were alight with glee. Normally, Nacht would’ve been happy to see Dawn that way.

But his heart wasn’t ready to imagine her getting married. She was only ten after all!

She’s going on about the aesthetics of the wedding… Nacht noted. She’s yet to name anyone that would be involved. Maybe she still has yet to understand the actual purpose of a wedding. I suppose if I ask about a theoretical groom… Nacht blanched at the idea. Still, it could get her to stop this silly train of thought. “Sparkle.”

“Yes Father?” Dawn turned towards Nacht instantly. Always quick to respond, that girl.

“I understand that you’re excited about having a wedding and you have all these ideas,” Nacht started to say, knowing he had to be as gentle as possible. “But you should remember that weddings are an event meant to celebrate the union of two. If you want to be a bride at a wedding, you’ll need someone to get married to. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“U-uh…” Dawn’s face lit up cherry red. Her icy blue eyes flicked in every direction besides the one Nacht was in. “W-well the truth is…”

Perhaps the heavens had answered Nacht’s prayers and Dawn had no one in consideration.

But, oh, how the gods delighted in messing with Nacht.

“Cal!” Dawn squealed with a dazzling grin. “I know I’m gonna marry him one day!”

TINK!

Nacht could hear his heart crack a little.

Nacht’s eye twitched.

Caelum Roulacause… The violet-eyed, brown-haired boy who Dawn would cling to. Finral’s spineless son who flinched under Nacht’s gaze. The boy who had yet to awaken his magic despite his age.

“Absolutely not,” Nacht said without hesitation. “That boy doesn’t deserve you, my angel.”

“What?” Dawn yelped. She ran up to Nacht and shook him by the arm. “What do you mean he doesn’t deserve me?”

“I mean what I said, Dawn. It’s as simple as that.”

“But Caelum’s super nice like his dad and mom!” Dawn argued, continuing to shake Nacht. “He’s really brave and thoughtful like his maman, too! Not to mention cute! And he gets better grades than me! I think he’s good enough! Isn’t that what matters?”

Nacht shook his head. “‘Good enough’ is one thing, but you deserve perfection.”

“Uuuuuugggghhhhhh!” Dawn rolled her eyes and threw her head back. “Perfection is stupid!”

“But you’re perfect, Dawn!”

“Pffff! No I’m not!” Dawn spoke and smiled as though she were proud of that statement. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m your daughter.”

“Regardless. I think you’re a radiant girl who deserves the best of the best. Don’t you want—?”

“Ugh, no.” Dawn pouted and puffed her cheeks. “I’m marrying Cal and no one else. End of discussion, Father.” With that, Dawn stormed off.

CRACK!

Nacht was left feeling like his heart had shattered and that he’d been punched in the gut.

[notasapleasure]

a meme!

Thanks for tagging me, @grimm-lynn :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

I think the intention was to name me after my dad's mum (who died when he was very little), but to spell it in a more modern way. Inadvertantly, it's also a portmanteau of my parents' first names.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I was very sick and very tired and very frustrated when the removal guys broke it to me midway through emptying the house that they absolutely couldn't take any of my garden plants over the Irish Sea because of fucking BREXIT. I was also very angry with my husband, who was meant to have checked this. In the end, we managed to palm the plants off on friends and family and we'll try to bring them over later, once we've looked at the paperwork involved.

3. Do you have kids?

No!! I have known for a very long time that I never wanted them and do not have even an iota of maternal interest let along instinct.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It has its uses.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

My weekend hobbies as a kid were horse-riding and karate, and I played field hockey at school, did long jump and 200m sprint. But then, y’know. Everyone else got taller and I didn’t really. I dabbled in rowing at uni, because it was kind of expected that you'd try it, but my late-night carousing rather interfered with the early mornings. Also, as mentioned, I am short. Since then I haven't really done anything regularly except about a year where I got into weights. I'd like to get back into picking up heavy things and putting them down again, but I resent the cost of gyms and I need to have a structured class where someone tells me what to do, I don't have the willpower or imagination for solo training.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Hm, it's tough to describe (my mum would say 'their energy') but like...whether they're engaging with me, like really with me and curious about what we're talking about, or if there's that feeling that you're on the clock to prove you're interesting or whatever before they get bored.

7. What’s your eye colour?

Blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Weird things to compare?? But uh. Happy endings probably? Not in my scary movies though. I like scary movies with bittersweet endings. Though the more I think about this choice the more confused I get.

9. Any special talents?

I'm so bad at answering these things, my mind just goes blank and I'm like 'oh pffff I don't do anything special, there's always going to be someone who's better than I am'. Assigned Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none. There are lots of things I like to do and I try to do them well. I guess I will say that you probably want me around in a stressful situation - I'm calm and I love coming up with solutions to things.

10. Where were you born?

In a county hospital in a large and rural county of England.

11. What are your hobbies?

Ok, well. Writing, obvs. Fic and poetry now and again. There's an original idea that's been rattling round my head for a few years that I keep saying *this* NaNoWriMo I'll do it! And then don't. Art used to be much higher up the list but I'm so rusty. I haven't painted in years (...has it been over a decade?). Gardening (I miss my garden so much SO MUCH rn). Baking and cooking. I go through phases of manic knitting interspersed with a little crochet, but I want to improve my sewing - I have my granny-in-law's sewing machine I need to learn how to use. If we get this amazing house we’re looking at I’m going to have to get good at DIY, too.

12. Do you have any pets?

Two greyhounds and six (yes. six.) ferrets.

13. How tall are you?

5'1"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art and English lit.

15. Dream job?

Not to be all 'I don't dream of labour' but I for sure don't dream of working for other people/companies. As you can see from the hobbies section, I like to DO stuff and be busy, but I like to work on my own terms and I like project work. So my freelance editing and proofing stuff suits me fairly well right now, though I dream more of a UBI that would let me do more with my time that wasn't just about earning, but could encompass more volunteering and community stuff. Being on furlough during lockdown suited me so well - I did so much and recovered so much energy that I was much more willing to engage with strangers as well as friends through video chat etc.

Tag fifteen mutuals - FIFTEEN?! huh ok, I’m tagging y’all but no obligation, right? And Idk who’s already been tagged, sorry if you’ve done this already and I didn’t see! @stripedroseandsketchpads @notfromcold @erinaceina @bellaroles @batri-jopa @donnaimmaculata @notabuddhist @kheldara @blxcksqvadron @boogerwookiesugarcookie @elwenyere @thatonelemontreeiforgorabout @jimtheviking @weirdsociology @rapidashmascot

[ellewidogast]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @argyleheir

1. Are you named after anyone? Sorta maybe? I have two much older cousins, one of each side of the family, with the same name. The one on my mom’s side is also my godmother. I’m pretty sure my middle name is from someone too, from my dad’s side I think. The only one I know is my godmother.

2. When was the last time you cried? I think it was while reading danmei, specifically The Arrogant Young Master Became Obedient After Being Bullied. But also my hormones are all over the place and a cute video or picture book can set me off too.

3. Do you have kids? NOPE. I have three nephews and that's more than enough for me.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Pffff, yes.

5. What sports do you play/have played? Only whatever I had to grudgingly participate in during P.E.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Their clothes, hair style, expression, demeanor, and posture--in varying order.

7. What's your eye color? Grey-blue, and small yellow flecks around my pupils (what are you, where did you come from, did I always have those).

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I don’t think those are mutually exclusive, but I guess usually happy endings. Some podcasts,  like Women in Caskets and Switchblade Sisters, have convinced me to try out more horror tho.

9. Any special talents? Well, I used to think it was writing, but I’ve done it so rarely for the past several years that whatever skill I had has atrophied...so I guess what I’m saying is no.

10. Where were you born? Texas, but I only spent three years there and did most of my growing up in Missouri.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading (mostly danmei and manga), listening to podcasts, knitting scarves when I make the time for it, thinking about writing (mostly fanfic but sometimes original stuff)

12. Do you have pets? Phoebe: a menace of a cat with questionable grooming skills whose favorite method of communication and play is sinking her claws and teeth into me

13. How tall are you? 5'4 (and 3/4 but saying that makes me feel like a kid bragging about being 5 and a 1/2 and rounding it up to 5′5 feels like a lie)

14. Favorite subject in school? English, gimme those humanities pls & thx

15. Dream job? Lottery winner? If I didn’t have to work, I wouldn’t. I’ll settle for a cataloging librarian position that pays me enough to comfortably support me and several cats and occasionally travel, but also doesn’t require me be a manager or supervisor, and I rarely have to perform customer service.

I tag...uh....I don’t think I have fifteen mutuals lol. Whoever wants to answer some questions, consider yourself tagged!

[k-looking-glass-house]

My dear rabbit!!

💖💌💟💝

💞 you're amazing with your sprite edits; they're always so much fun to see.

💕 and in my mind you are at minimum best friends with Crewel bc the two of you could be so happy making beautiful fashions together.

Nette!! You are so lovely dearie!! Huuuh

Ah ah glad to know you find them funny!! Thanks a lot!

........Pffff...That answer... Yes K is definitely friend with Mister Crewel more like they adopted him and he had no choice lol!! (But you guessed right! They're having so much fun together while sewing and so on)

Thank you dearie take care!!

More hearts for you!!!

[sashi-ya]

Can I request a calm unbothered strawhat reader and she a swordsman. That law almost went nuts cause she doesn't listen to his plans much. And oh my god I love your writings so fricking muchh😍🤩

Hi!! Of course darling! I swear poor Law is gonna burst someday hahaha, poor thing ♥ This is actually a little drabble of how I imagined myself if I was at Dressrosa so many times. Plus I wrote it in a “comical” style, so please enjoy~ If you or someone would like me to keep including the reader into the canon AU I’d love to do it! Dressrosa is by far my favourite arc ever, so I wouldn’t mind at all writing some more ♥ Thank u for your request and your kind words! ♥ ~

TW: None. Stressed Law (as always). You can see this as romantic or not depending on how you wanna read the ending ♥

WC: 692

AU: Canon AU (Dressrosa Arc)

“So did everybody get the plan?” asks once again Law before descending the ship. “Yes!”, “Uhum”, “Right” everybody assures, but not you. You were sleeping the whole day, and of course you didn’t hear Law at all. “(Name)-ya…” he asks you. “Hmm?” you ask him, already expecting to hear him shout at you. “Did you get the plan?” he asks calmly, yet with a twitching eye. “Yeah” you stand up, giving Law your Katana so you could stand up.

“Thank you, darling” you tell him, grab your sword, and stretch your arms in front of the emo doctor that’s been with your crew for a couple of weeks now. Grey eyes and big dark circles look at you, you can feel how much he hates your laid back style, as much as Luffy’s unpredictable ways.

You walk away and before descending the Sunny, you turn around and tell him “Cooome on, Torao!! Let’s have some fun, smile…”. He looks at you with pure hate and shouts -losing his calm- “I CAME HERE TO KILL DOFLAMINGO, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE FUN??!”. “Right, right. Let’s kill that bitch, then” you tell him, and jump off the ship into the coast.

Of course you didn’t follow the plan, it was too damn boring. Plus, the things should be done as they are needed depending on the consequences. Isn’t that the leitmotif of your captain Luffy?...

While swinging your katana and running away from the stupid guards and some toys over the streets of Dressrosa, you stumble upon your fellow swordsman Zoro. “What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask him. He laughs at you and points up. Luffy is hanging from who knows what and has Law grabbed with his legs.

“Da fuck are you two doing up there?” you shout, obviously laughing your ass off. “Mugiwara-ya, let me down now” he says and in a matter of seconds your senchou falls over him into the remaining floor destroyed by that funny voice stone douche. “What’s the name of that thing?” you ask, with teary eyes from all of the laughing, in between Law’s insults towards Luffy.

Law looks at you “PICA!, his name is fucking Pica. Stop laughing” he says. “I’m sorry” you tell him, wiping tears from your eyes. And then you notice he is handcuffed. “Pffff Law why are you handcuffed?” you ask him tilting your head to the side and trying to drown the need to laugh at him. Again, a twitching eye when he looks at you. “Why don’t you tell me why you are here and not where I planned you to be?” he asks, breathing hard. The shouting is imminent. Law is gonna kill you.

“Yeah… about that…” you say, confirming you haven’t even thought about the plan. “You didn’t follow the plan, right?” he asks laying on the ground. You hesitate to answer but you finally do. “I didn't” you confess.

Law is red, his eyes hold fire, twitching eyebrows, eyes. He clenches his mandible; you can hear his teeth grinding. “Mugiwara-ya?” he says calmly. “Yes, Torao?” Luffy says, completely unaware of what’s about to happen. “Remember when I told you I was gonna kill you first once I get uncuffed?” asks Law. “Mmmm” says Luffy, for real not remembering shit. “Never mind…” he says and looks directly towards you “I’M GONNA KILL YOU FIRST!!”.

You widen your eyes, perhaps looking at him with a scared expression. Yet, you don’t give a single fuck. You actually enjoy it when the doctor loses it. “Pfffff…. HAHAHAHAH” you start laughing once again and unsheathe your katana. Law looks at you, genuinely scared. You yawn, look at Zoro as if he already knew what you are about to do and then…

“For fuck’s sake (Name)-ya!!” Law shouts panting. “Ah don’t be such a pussy. You are free from those handcuffs, come here and now kill me if you dare” you tell him, winking.

“You. Me. When this is all over, we're gonna have a conversation” he says, but then gives you a side smirk and walks away with Luffy to take down his evil uncle… ♥ ~

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #71-80

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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71) Lee Deku, Ler Todoroki

“Ah – crap!”

Todoroki turned, bursting into laughter when he saw Deku struggling with his shirt, trying to pull it over his head but only managing to get himself stuck. “Were you trying to do that cool ‘take your shirt off in a sexy way’ thing?”

“Shut up!” Deku whined, still wiggling and failing to free himself from his cotton prison. “It’s not like you were looking, anyway.”

Todoroki chuckled. “Do you need help?”

“…yes.”

The peppermint-colored teen walked up to him and gently touched his shoulder to let him know where he was, then paused. Deku’s face was covered up by a dark-colored shirt. He couldn’t see, and his torso was wide open. Those embers that were always simmering within him suddenly became a flame, and Todoroki simply couldn’t resist. He scribbled his fingers over Deku’s ribs.

“Aiiee! S-Shoto, dohohohohohon’t! No fahahahahahair!”

“Hold still,” Todoroki teased, reaching around to grab both sets of ribs and knead his thumbs into the bottoms of them. “I’m helping.”

“No you’re nohohohohohot!” Deku whined, giggling helplessly and still struggling in his shirt, unable to see or move his arms to stop his boyfriend whatsoever. “Plehehehehehease! Dohohohohon’t tickle mehehehe!”

“Oh, baby, how could I resist?” Todoroki beamed at the reactions he pulled from his partner. He tried to resist the urge to go to his hips, but ultimately lost the battle and did so anyway, pressing deep into the hip bones and making Deku shriek and laugh so hard he toppled backward.

“NONONO SHOHOHOHOTO—!!”

Todoroki quickly caught him before he fell completely, holding him in a waltz dip, still scribbling over his hips and waistline with his free hand. “Aww, if you wanted to dance you could have just asked~”

Deku only seemed to laugh harder at that, now trying to get back on his feet – or just fall over and submit to the tickling; he didn’t really care which at this point. “GAHAHAHAHAHAD, SHOTO!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

With a chuckle, Todoroki let up on his tickly attack, helping Deku to his feet and out of his shirt at last. As soon as his head was free, the bi-colored boy kissed him with a smile.

*

72) Lee Jirou, Ler Kaminari

“Give it back!” Jirou snapped, reaching into the air to try and grab her sheet music back from Kaminari, who smirked easily down at her. It was nice to have a couple of inches on her in times like these. “You idiot, those aren’t for you to see yet!”

“Yet?” Kami teased, but he purposely began to lower his arm so she could reach her prize. “Aww, did you write a song for me, babe?”

“In your dreams,” she spat, leaping into the air to snatch them back. But just as she was about to storm off, he grabbed her around the waist and skittered his fingers across her belly and sides, and she immediately dissolved into giggles. “Dehehehehenki, nahahahahahahaha!”

“Not gonna lie,” he said into her ear, chuckling at her fruitless attempts to get away. “I baited you on purpose so I could do this to you. I wanted to hear you laugh. It’s been a while, you know?”

“It hahahahahahas not! You h-hehehehear me lahahahaugh all the time!” Jirou protested, gripping his arm with one hand and her sheet music with the other. It was almost so crumpled as to be unreadable at this point. He’d pay for that later, he knew, but it was worth it to hear her giggle like this. Because of him.

“Not like this,” he replied gently, squeezing her sides now. “Not so freely. Not so happily. You work yourself too hard sometimes, you know that, Kyoka?”

She flushed at the use of her first name, crumbling under his relentless but gentle attack. “Fihihihihihine, you wihihihihin! Plehehehease stop!”

Kaminari let her go, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Just remember to take breaks, babe. That’s all I ask.”

She let out a few leftover giggles and sank back into his chest with a contented sigh. “Yeah, okay.”

*

73) Lee Momo, Ler Jirou

“W-Wait, wait – Kyokahahahahaha!” Momo giggled, stopping her own ticklish attack to protect herself from her girlfriend, who had suddenly decided she wanted to fight back for once.

Jirou’s eyes widened with glee. “You’re ticklish, too? Oh my gosh!” She quickly sat up and dug softly into Momo’s sides, gradually pushing her to the ground and straddling her waist. “I never thought you were. This is great!”

“Plehehehehehease!” Momo gripped Jirou’s wrists and squirmed on the floor, her smile wide and nose scrunched up in the absolute cutest way possible. She arched when Jirou squeezed her sides, broke into a squeal when those nails scribbled over her belly. “Kyokahahahahaha! Stahahahahahap!”

“Oh, no way, babe.” Jirou smirked, sliding one hand under her girlfriend’s shirt to scratch teasingly at her navel. “This is gold.”

Momo whimpered cutely in the split second before Jirou finally wiggled her finger into her belly button, drawing a squeal and high-pitched, bubbly, unstoppable giggles from her lips. She dug her heels into the carpet, threw her head back in ticklish agony. “Nohohohohohoho not thehehehehehehere! Baby, plehehehehehease!”

Jirou’s ears went hot. She couldn’t stop smiling, either. “Sorry, lovely. You’re being way, way too cute for me to stop now. Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

Momo lay there giggling for a long, long time.

*

74) Lee Bakugou, Ler All Might

“Let me go!” Bakugou roared, wrestling in All Might’s grip. “Let me at him! I’ll teach that extra to disrespect me!”

All Might sighed. This wasn’t an unusual scenario for the angry blonde, but it certainly got tiring after a while. He held onto the back of the teen’s shirt, unwilling to let him go no matter how he yelled or fought back. “Calm down, young man.”

“Let go of me!”

“Calm down first.”

Bakugou let out a frustrated shout, whirling around to loosen All Might’s grip on him, then trying to take off at a sprint after the poor soul who had offended him. The former pro hero grabbed his arm and pulled him back harshly.

“You need to take a minute,” All Might said firmly, frowning at him. “I’m not joking around.”

“Neither am I!”

All Might rolled his eyes. He’d had just about enough of this attitude. He yanked Bakugou’s arm up above his head and used his free hand to dig into his ribs.

The change in tone and demeanor was instantaneous.

“NO!! NO DON’T DO THAHAHAHAT!!” Bakugou yelled, unable to help the laughter that slipped past him. He began a whole different kind of struggling, trying to reach across his chest to grab the hand tickling him but unable to reach it. “KNOHOHOCK IT OFF!!”

All Might smirked. He dug in a little harder, and finally the blonde twisted in such a way that the pro hero could see his wide, helpless smile. “Ah, much better. No more growling.”

Bakugou’s cheeks turned red. He wrenched his head away. “STOHOHOHOHOP!! ALL MIHIHIHIGHT!!”

“Are you calm?”

“YEHEHEHES NOW STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Good enough.” All Might finally released him, and Bakugou hunched over in relief, rubbing his face as though trying to physically wipe the grin from it.

“That was a low blow,” he muttered.

“I’m afraid you deserved it, young Bakugou.”

*

75) Lee Todoroki, Ler Tokoyami

“Not gonna talk, pouty?” Tokoyami scoffed. “I know who will get you speaking.”

Todoroki glanced up when Dark Shadow appeared, quirking a brow in intrigued confusion. How was this creature going to make him spill anything? He got his answer a moment later when Dark Shadow lunged for him, grabbing his arms and pulling them above his head so that Tokoyami could sit in his lap and wiggle his fingers in his belly and sides.

“Gahk! Pffff – no – ahahahahahahahaha!” Todoroki squealed with giggles, trying to move his arms and legs but unable to budge even a little bit thanks to the heft of Tokoyami in his lap and the firm grip of the monster he controlled. “Nohohohohoho! Dohohohohohohon’t – thahahahat’s not fahahahair!”

“What’s wrong?” Tokoyami asked evenly, like he had at least twice before it came to this playful interrogation.

“Nohohohohohothing!”

“Liar.”

“Stohohohohop! I’m not lyihihihing – ah, no! Nohohohohoho! Not THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” The half-and-half boy shrieked when Tokoyami’s fingers wiggled up into his underarms, making him laugh harder despite himself. The fact that he couldn’t even squirm only made it tickle more. “NO, TOKOYAHAHAHAMI, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Better talk.”

“THEHEHEHERE’S NOHOHOTHING TO SAHAHAHAHAHAY!!”

“Very well.” Tokoyami nodded to his partner in crime. “Dark Shadow?”

The creature left Todoroki’s arms and slithered down and around to his feet, dragging his claws up and down the helpless soles, and the peppermint-colored boy laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. It didn’t take long at all for him to start tapping on Tokoyami’s shoulders, signaling his submission.

“OKAY I’LL TAHAHAHAHAHALK JUST PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Tokoyami did stop, but he didn’t move, and neither did Dark Shadow. “Spill.”

After giggling for several more moments and catching his breath, Todoroki admitted, “I…I failed a test I studied really hard for. It just makes me upset because I put so much work into it.”

“Ah.” The bird boy finally climbed off, Dark Shadow going back to sleep within him. “I can understand your frustration. But being pouty won’t solve anything. Perhaps you should speak with Mr. Aizawa about it. I’m sure he could point you in the right direction for next time.”

Todoroki nodded. “You’re probably right. Thanks, Tokoyami – even if tickling it out of me was cheating.”

Tokoyami just smirked at him.

*

76) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Here come the itsy bitsy spiders~” Shinsou teased, touching down moments later on Deku’s ribs under his shirt and moving his fingers around like little spiders crawling all over him.

Deku squeaked and giggled, blushing red and tugging halfheartedly on his makeshift restraints. His hands were bound behind him with one necktie and another had been tied over his eyes as a blindfold, leaving him completely helpless to whatever tickling Shinsou threw his way. And Shinsou intended to throw a lotof tickling his way.

“Tickle, tickle,” the purple-haired boy teased, beaming at his increasingly flustered boyfriend. “What’s the matter, Zuku? Don’t you like the spiders?”

Deku shook his head, though his bright, happy giggles suggested otherwise.

“Oh, well that’s too bad. They sure like you!” Shinsou began spidering a little lower, closer to his waistline. “See? They’re looking for your most ticklish spot, babe~”

“Nohohohohoho,” the greenette whined playfully, squirming beneath the fingers poking and prodding into his belly. “Toshiehehehehehe…”

“Talk to the spiders, Zuku. They’re the ones about to tickle, tickle, tickle you silly~”

Deku sputtered around a burst of laughter when one of Shinsou’s fingers strayed a little further down, slipping under the waistband of his shorts to scribble lightly at the sensitive hollow there. Being blindfolded was making this tickle so much more – but it was also making it a lot more fun, too.

“Uh-oh~ I think they found it~” Shinsou scribbled wildly over Deku’s hips, enjoying the loud shriek he pulled from his boyfriend, followed by bouts of loud, helpless laughter. “Aw, coochie coo, baby~”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Deku cried, flopping around on the bed like a fish out of water, throwing his torso back and forth in an attempt to lessen the sensations.

“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that, Zuku.” Shinsou settled himself even further on his thighs and went for broke, drilling his thumbs into the hollows, making Deku absolutely scream with hysterical laughter. “I suppose you’ll just have to take it~”

*

77) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

“The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can leave,” Todoroki sighed, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. “Just put it on, you hothead.”

“I’m not putting on the stupid tie,” Bakugou growled, said necktie discarded at his feet. He thrust his hands in his pockets with a scowl. “Move your butt, icy-hot.”

“Not until you put that on.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“It’s a formal event. You have to wear a tie.”

“Like heck I do.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me make you put it on, Bakugou. That would just be embarrassing for the both of us.”

“You can’t make me do anything, Mr. Number One Hero’s son!”

That was the wrong thing to say. Todoroki lunged at him faster than the blonde could react, but to Bakugou’s surprise, he didn’t start throwing punches. Instead he found purchase on that spot just below his underarms and dug in relentlessly.

“GAH!! WHAHAHAHAHAT THE—?! NAHAHAHAHA YOU STUPID EXTRAHAHAHA!!” Bakugou screeched with laughter, trying and failing to push Todoroki off of him. “GET OHOHOHOFF!! GET OFF OF MEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Put the tie on.”

“NO WAHAHAHAHAHAY!!”

“I won’t stop until you put it on.”

The words sent a sharp shiver down Bakugou’s spine. He renewed his efforts to kick, punch, shove, roll over, or anything else he could do to get Todoroki to stop. But if there were two things he knew for sure, it was that 1) he wouldn’t be able to hold out for more than a minute as long as Todoroki didn’t let up on that spot and 2) Todoroki really, really loved tickling people until they couldn’t take any more.

“FIHIHIHIHIHINE!! FINE I’LL PUHUHUHUHUT IT ON!! TODOROKIEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Promise?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES I PROHOHOHOHOMISE NOW STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Todoroki let up, keeping his fingers wiggling threateningly the entire time Bakugou fumbled with his tie, finally putting it on properly with a huff of irritation. “There. Happy now?”

“I could take it or leave it,” Todoroki said, getting to his feet and leading the blonde out the door. “But I’m happy to tickle you into submission again whenever you want me to.”

*

78) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“I didn’t know you had freckles there,” Kirishima remarked, surprised.

Bakugou grunted. “Where?”

“Here.” Kiri began tracing between the light dots on his knees, connecting them with invisible lines. “On your kneecaps.”

“Hrk!” Bakugou jerked his knee out of the redhead’s grip, cheeks pink. “Don’t do that.”

Kiri smiled, gently taking his knee back and sitting on his foot, keeping him pinned in place while he lightly traced on either side of the blonde’s kneecaps. “Why? Ticklish here?”

“Mhmhm!” The blonde pressed his lips together against the giggles, falling back on the bed and covering up his face, his free foot digging into the quilt, kicking now and then but never at Kiri.

“Aw, how cute~” Kirishima started kissing along the area, scribbling his fingers under the soft knee pits. “You have ticklish freckles, baby?”

“Stohohohohohop!”

“But you’re so cuuuute like this!”

“Nohohohohoho!” Bakugou grabbed the hem of his shirt and clutched with everything he had. He was honestly loving the soft, ticklish treatment, but it was driving him mad at the same time. He started pounding a fist into the mattress at his side. “Kiri, plehehehehehehease!”

Kirishima beamed, gently running his hand from the blonde’s ankle to his knee and further up, lightly skittering along the way, keeping him in giggles even as he repositioned them so he was straddling his boyfriend, gradually pinning his arms above his head and kissing his neck. “You’re adorable, Baku-babe.”

“I told you not to call me that – EEEP!!”

Kiri tweaked his ribs again and pressed his hand to Bakugou’s chest, feeling his racing heart and growing encouraged by how he was affecting his partner. “And I told you, you can’t stop me.”

Bakugou tried to sit up, but Kiri used his quirk to hold him firmly in place. The blonde gave an angry little pout. “Come on, Ei. Kiss me already.”

Kirishima giggled, then did just that.

*

79) Switches Mina and Kaminari

“You look so cute!” Denki teased as he held one of Mina’s arms above her head, scribbling into her armpit teasingly. “Look at that big smile!”

“Denkiehehehehehehe!” she whined, trying to twist around to fight him off, but he’d only move with her, keeping her in constant giggles and constantly unable to get him back. “Ehehehehehehehe!”

“Tickle, tickle, Mina~” he dragged his fingers down her ribs to her sides, then around to her belly, all while holding on to her arm. “Do the other guys know you’re this easy to take down?”

“Eheheheheheasy?!” she sputtered indignantly. “I’m lehehehehehetting you win!”

Denki smirked. “Sure you are.”

Suddenly Mina wrenched her arm free, catching him off-guard and whirling to grab onto his sides before he could process her escape, forcing bubbly giggles up out of him as well. Unfortunately for Denki, he was far more ticklish than she was.

“Nahahahahahaha!” The blonde fell unceremoniously to the ground, grabbing onto her arms and trying to push her away as he laughed. “No fahahahahahahahahair!”

“I told you I was letting you win,” she shot back, scribbling wildly over his belly and hips. “You look so cuuuute!”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“But you called me cute! Why can’t I call you cute?”

“It’s dihihihihifferent with yohohohou!”

“Because I’m a girl?” Mina reached behind her to squeeze his knees, enjoying the loud scream she got in response.

“NO NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!” he cried, shaking his head desperately. “YOU’RE AHAHAHAHAHACTUALLY CUTE!! I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

Mina gasped dramatically. “Take that back!”

“NEHEHEHEHEVER!!”

“Fine, then.” She leaned down to begin blowing raspberries on his belly, making Denki squeal with renewed hysterics. “I’ll just have to tickle you until you do.”

*

80) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

“Doesn’t this seem a little unnecessary?” Todoroki asked nervously as Bakugou lifted his arm above his head.

“You’re the one who decided to tackle me like an American football player out there.”

“I was pushing you out of harm’s way, hothead.”

“I never said I wasn’t thankful for that, brain freeze. Now hold still.” Bakugou gently ran his hand down the length of Todoroki’s side, from the middle of his ribs to the bottom, where he’d taken the most impact. The half-and-half hero twitched, making the blonde smile gently. “Ticklish? Or does it hurt?”

“No, j-just ticklish,” Todoroki admitted.

“You’ve got a pretty good bruise right here.” Bakugou ran his hand along his boyfriend’s bottommost rib, making him sputter out a giggle and jerk away. “Heh. What’s the matter, icy-hot? I’m just trying to make sure you didn’t break anything.”

“I’m fahahairly certain I dihihidn’t.” Todoroki tried to pull his arm back down, but Bakugou wouldn’t let him, and when their eyes met the peppermint boy suddenly grew flustered and giggly even before his boyfriend started to push him down onto the bed. “Nohohoho, I’m fihihihine, Katsuki!”

“Are you?”

“Yehehehehes!”

“Hmm.” Bakugou straddled him, holding both arms above his head now, smirking wickedly down at him. He could never get enough of how his presence could make Todoroki a blushing, giggling mess when he got playful like this. “I’d better kiss it to make sure you’ll heal properly.”

“No,” Todoroki whispered breathlessly, smiling wide. “Dohohon’t…”

“I think you want me to.” Bakugou leaned down and placed the gentlest of kisses to the affected area, making sure to take extra care with the dark bruise that had formed along his boyfriend’s bottom rib. Then he kissed his way up his chest to the crook of his neck, making Todoroki squeal and kick a leg into the air. “Don’t worry, Sho. You’ll get better quicker now that I’ve kissed you all over.”

“M-Mahahahagic kisses?” the icy-hot hero teased through his giggles.

Bakugou kissed his lips to shut him up. “Heck yeah, baby. Magic kisses.”

[maiikawriter]

You’re an amazing writer, and it’s frustrating that you don’t get the recognition that you deserve. 💔 Also, would you ever do writing commissions?

Thank you for the compliment about my writing but your misplaced frustration has compelled me to use this ask to go off on a little rant here.

I have had that recognition.

I have been writing in fandom for a long time now. I’ve put out stories that have gone barely-noticed, both when starting out when my quality was frankly bad and even now when my writing quality is exactly where I want it to be ☺️. I have put out fics that turned into the big thing everyone was talking about in a ship fandom at the time they were ongoing. I have put out stories that had a small, but still very engaged following. The thing I’ve realized from these experiences is fulfillment from posting does not come from numbers. Yes, it increases the chances of people engaging when there are more people to notice the work, but I have had some recent fics with thousands of readers and only a handful leaving any commentary. Those experiences of posting had nothing on my less popular fics with a handful of followers who were there every chapter, telling me why they were engaged and excited for the next part of the story.

This blog is only a couple followers shy of 1800. 1800!🥳 But back when it was around maybe 400, 500? My followers interacted so much more! They reblogged my posts. They sent asks without being prompted to do so. They gushed about their headcanons to me in my inbox. (And yes, a lot of anons even sent hate to my inbox but I didn’t even mind that bc when I answered, my followers and mutuals would come out in full force to support me!) I knew you guys were alive and saw me. My posts weren’t just getting swept under the social media rug whenever I posted things. Maybe everyone’s not online as much to interact recently and maybe I’ve scared the active followers away by expanding this blog’s interests into…pffff six fandoms now? But it’s that interaction that I’m missing and it’s the interaction that drives me to post and share new works online.

I’d much rather see a reblog of my art with interesting tags or a comment in my Ao3 inbox than an ask that says, ‘I’m sorry you’re not getting the recognition you deserve’ (and Anon, for all I know, you’re one of the few people reblogging and commenting these days and to you and those few others, thank you for that).

When you create a lot of works, there will always be those works that fall under the radar, no matter how wonderful and loyal your supporters are. I don’t expect anyone to keep up with my production speed. I put things out fast. But when they do read or enjoy seeing my art, I appreciate knowing how it made them feel. I like to know I brought a little joy or excitement to someone’s life by sharing it rather than being left to wonder. And likewise, I love leaving commentary when I read fics that made me feel things and when I see art that just makes me want to keep coming back to it.

On another note, I write what I want to read, but the longer I’ve been in fandom, the more I’ve learned how different what I want now is from what the majority wants. I write the things I love and will re-read my stories because they really are what I’m looking for from fanfiction, but they’re not what everyone is looking for and I’m not going to start writing or drawing differently to pander to popular tropes or characters. I’d be bored to tears quite honestly.

As far as commissions go, I have taken them in the past and I’m always open to the possibility. I have a ko-fi here. If you want to send a ko-fi with a request, that’s the way I’ve done it in the past, but those would only be used for oneshots. If it’s along the lines of what you’ve seen me write, I’ll take it. I don’t do x readers, ocs, or incest/underage, for basic guidelines. I’m flattered that you even asked, so thank you and don’t feel obligated to follow through unless it’s an idea you really want, bc like creating, commissioning is so much more rewarding when there’s real desire/inspiration behind it.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

YES the second one released on my birthday actually! I have. A weird funny coincidence for falling in love with games that released either on my b day or birth year actually. I'm just now noticing that.

But uhhhmmm! Ya! That one is,,, important to me,,, for reasons that totally do not involve one of your subordinates. Aha, 🏃‍♀️💨

(Also!! I meant to say but I really love your carrd it's so pretty and easy to navigate! I need to fix mine LMAO. Also also sorry I couldn't follow you from my specifically self ship content blog 😔 It's a side blog)

AAAAAAH I'm sorry this took so long to answer!!! But honestly thats pretty cool that Crash 2 released on ur birthday! And what a coincidence that was also N. Gin's first appearance >:3c

Luckily I was able to find your side blog and I love that you have a queer-platonic thing going on with N. Gin!! While he and my s/i have a bit of a rivalry since he competes with me for Cortex's attention and approval (its just the Minion Mindset pffff), personally irl I do like him as a a character so I'm glad he's getting the love he probably really needs! 🥺💝💝💝

AND ALSO THANKS FOR THE COMPLIMENTS ON MY CARRD AAAAAAH 💝💖💝💖💝💖💝 I am rather proud of it myself and I'm always grateful to hear feedback! It's especially a relief to hear that it's easy to navigate, thats something I always worry about a bit 😅

[chaoticvampirejedi]

Hello hello it is me Mario- Medaaa!

I have some qwetions for you and about your OCs!

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their “ghostly experiences”, if any?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they’re in love?

Any OC of your liking (but please please add Grim and Traitor bc i really love them also the kids because yes!!) 💚

Ok. This took me forever to answer it and I'm sorry for that!

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their “ghostly experiences”, if any?

Grim - Not really. Grim doesn't believe in things that cannot be proved. And no one has yet proven to him the existence of ghosts.

Traitor - Pffff. Whaaat? Him!? No. Never.

Yes. Yes, he does.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?

They both would go into "fight", but Grim would consider "flight" if it were a more sensible option.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Traitor - Traitor just wants his family to be safe and happy. And he will do anything to make it happen.

(Which is a bit ironic since both his daughters joined the Resistance)

Grim - Grim himself doesn't know the answer to this question, but his greatest wish is to turn back time so that the Republic will never fall (he thinks then everything would be better). Which is... Well. Impossible.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

Traitor - Traitor loves swimming and he's pretty good at it!  After the war he and Arrika lived near the sea /ocean, so he swam in it quite often.

Grim - Grim can swim well too and he's not afraid of water, but swimming isn't his favorite activity. But every time he has a chance to swim, he swims.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

Traitor - Traitor wants to be remembered as a good person with amazing hairstyles and that's all. Why? He just thinks that's enough.

Grim - This is a bit complicated. Grim wants to be remembered as proof that clones weren't loyal to the Empire. He can't stand the thought of people seeing clones as traitors or soldiers of the Empire, so if he proves otherwise with his life, he will be happy

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

*evil laughs*

Let's go!

Traitor

At some point, Traitor decided to desert and be with Arrika (or more like he was suddenly forced to make the decision). He never regretted his decision but it was still hard for him. Arrika tried to help him with it (after all she also had to leave her family) and after a while, it get better but then  Order 66 happened, and Traitor... Well, he didn't take it very well. He couldn't believe his brothers would serve the Empire. Something had to happen and he left them. Was he the real traitor now? He left his vods, his first family. There were good days and bad days. During one of the bad days (or rather a night) he impulsively decided to cut his hair short. He felt like it reminded him of good times and he couldn't stand it. As soon as Arrika saw him she knew what had happened. Traitor spent that morning crying in her arms.

Grim

Grim had always had his best friend - Verra. They sticked together during the clone wars as the general and her commander, and after the war as two friends trying to figure out what should they do with their lives now. They were always there for each other. It was Verra who encouraged him to make a move and ask that one guy he really liked on a date. And Grim was basically a father figure to Verra's son - Kaidan.

And then Verra died. She died saving Grim.

And Grim knew it had to be him. He had to tell Kaidan about his mother. Grim was a soldier. He had seen death before and had delivered bad news before. But this? This was one of the most heartbreaking experiences in his life.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticeable? what changes when they’re in love?

Traitor - Maybe a little? When he has a crush he is rather relaxed, but it is noticeable anyway because he talks about this person often and he doesn't even notice it. And when he is in love, he is more and less responsible at the same time. 😂

Grim - Aszjbhhgcfdsaa

This guy is clueless when it comes to love!

He used to joke that he had a secret love affair with almost every Jedi, but when  he really fell in love? Oh boy 😂 And if have a crush it is noticeable, but only to his friends.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

yashiro nene x gn!reader

a/n: ahhh,, hiiiii,, I’m genuinely really sorry, cos I have a lot of requests to work on, but my tiny brain is spinning-! (Requests are getting done btw aksbdkdnd- slowly, but surely maybe!!)

Thanks for understanding;; <3

Also I love Yashiro and am totally not writing this so I can pretend she’ll tell me good job when I finish my homework pffff nah <33

warnings: school stress, and some anxiety + self-distaste related stuff?

word count: 1,202

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

How long had you been staring at this problem?

30 minutes…? Yes, it had to have been. You reread the problem so many times, your thoughts feeling like they were stuttering. You could barely focus enough to read- your brain giving up and getting caught in a state instead.

You glanced at the clock, keeping in mind that you started around 4:10. It had to have been around 4:45, right…?

But, no, it was only 4:15. Your heart rate picked up, glancing frustratedly back at the paper. How had time gone by so slowly..??

Your hands carded through your hair, scratching lightly- scratching more scabs into your pitiful scalp. You felt disgusted by your habit, but ignored that feeling- opting to tap your pencil lightly against the paper.

“You have the pencil… just focus. At least write the problem,” You muttered, then furrowed your eyebrows in frustration. It wasn’t like you to get this mad so easily. No, it wasn’t anger- you were just frustrated. Disappointed. How long had things been like this?? Was there a point where homework was easy…? Even if there wasn’t- there was a point when you didn’t have homework. You longed for elementary school… the earlier years particularly. You wanted to be excited over things… to think clearly- to not be scared of people. To not stress so hard over school and life that you had scabs littering your head and tiny indents inside your mouth and lips.

You brought your hands to cover your head, knees being brought up to your chest as you placed your forehead against your knees. You breathed for a bit. Just breathe… that’s all you had to do. A few moments passed, as you let your mind get lost. Maybe not thinking for a bit would be helpful… you spaced out, putting your earbuds in and letting the scraping, loud, anxiety-inducing sounds around you be drowned out for a bit. Only a bit. You thought, after a moment, you vaguely heard voices, but… noise was already overwhelming. You thought you heard things all the time. Hoping that it wasn’t for you, you kept your eyes shut, sighing a bit.

“(Y/N), I’m coming innn,” You heard someone say. Lifting up your head, you glanced over in time to see Yashiro standing in the doorway. She smiled, as she always seemed to. It was such a sweet smile, more than welcome… even if the sound of pencil against paper was loud and grating, her voice was always pleasant. She was always pleasant.

“Yashiro… hello, hello,” You spoke, pulling out the earbuds and smiling back at her. As she did, she made her way into your room, shutting the door behind herself as she sat at the foot of your bed. Spinning the desk chair to face her, you brought your legs down, opting to cross them instead.

“Are you alright?”

“Mmh… I will be come Friday,” You shrugged. Maybe it wasn’t entirely true- the weekend still contained issues inside your family, it wouldn’t cure any issues you had with yourself, and Sunday was always like… an alternate reality. Depressing, simply stuck between Saturday and Monday. Putting it like that, you wished it would be Saturday for forever.

“Ah? Busy week already, huh? I had a study hall, so I got to finish my homework, if you want help?”

“…I’m not very good at focusing right now, so I’m not sure I’ll be the most fun to help, haha.”

“That’s alright! So long as you’re alright with me not being sure I have all the right answers-“

Her response made you smile a bit, as you shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

Yashiro nodded, a determined sparkle in her eye as she stood next to you.

“Oh- wait, I should find you a chair-“ You spoke, bringing your feet to the ground.

“Mmm,” Yashiro hummed, stepping next to you, and motioning lightly for you to move over. You did as she requested, feeling your face heat up when she sat- her hips and legs pressed against yours slightly, the big chair providing just enough space to be comfortable.

Yashiro offered a thumbs up, her face slightly pink as she spoke. “If this is alright, i-it’s probably more convenient!”

A second passed before her face grew a darker shade of red- “w-wait that’s probably really weird-“

“It- it’s fine, Yashiro. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, but if you want another chair I’ll go grab one.”

She paused, fiddling with her hands lightly, before grabbing another pencil. She handed you yours, before pulling the textbook a bit closer to you both. “So! Question 1…”

Yashiro was… patient. Her kindness was almost overwhelming, as she even offered to write the questions for you. Her gentle encouragements pushing you forward- she clapped lightly once the two of you finished the assignments. You smiled, clapping a bit as well, as Yashiro closed the books.

“Good job, (Y/N)!” She exclaimed, bumping you lightly with her shoulder.

“…thank you so much, Yashiro,” You spoke, slightly surprised when you felt a lump in your throat causing your voice to crack a bit. It made sense though… she helped you to focus. You were sure you’d stay up until 2 again, forcing yourself to write just a bit more, only to get a bad grade because you still couldn’t bring yourself to finish it all. For once, you were caught up. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it without Yashiro… I suppose it’s any person’s dream to have their crush cheer them on though…

“(Y/N)? I don’t mind at all, really… what’s wrong?” She questioned, as you felt tears run down your face.

“Sorry- sorry, I’m not sure why I’m crying. I was just so overwhelmed, and now that it’s done, it really wasn’t that bad. I was just overreacting- I’m- I’m overreacting right now too. Sorry- I don’t know what my mind’s doing, haha..”

“Ah- don’t apologize, really. It’s alright. I was overwhelmed when I had to do it as well! After a full school day, even more work isn’t exactly ideal,” She spoke, and you felt her hands wipe tears off your face. After that, she hugged you, patting your back and head a bit. “It’s alright, (Y/N). There’s nothing shameful about getting overwhelmed!”

You hugged back, burying your face into her hair as you did so. You couldn’t thank her enough… really, you knew you couldn’t.

“Thank you… I love you, Yashiro. I love you so much, you didn’t have to do this, but you did… you didn’t even have to stop by. You’re so great…”

“You’re always welcome! I love you too. It’s my duty as your girlfriend and best friend to help you as best I can-!! And, even if there was no obligation, I’d still want to help. You’re great for even thinking so highly of me, haha~.”

Neither of you bothered moving, as you sniffled lightly. Your arms wrapped around each other, as you opted to not bother looking at the time… for just a little longer, you’d selfishly embrace the comfort Yashiro provided, not letting any concerns or thoughts interrupt the peace in your mind- even if it was only momentary.

[yangsrose]

YOU DIDNT ASK BUT THE ANSWER’S YES

PFFFF the answer's always yes with him

[horrorslashergirl]

Kinda want a part two of Chromeskull with the tattoo artist!reader. Maybe with her divorcing her husband, starting a relationship with Jesse and getting the tattoo he suggested.

Chromeskull x Tattoo Artist!Reader- Guilty Pleasures Part 2

Authors Note: You asked and you recieved. Part two of this taboo guilty relationship. You simply cannot say no, no to this man.

Part 1 HERE

Warnings: None I can think of.

Words: 1.4k

Were you feeling guilty? Probably. Did you care? Most likely not. Looking into the mirror of your bathroom after a night of stressful sleep and at this very moment, you were glad your husband left earlier for work, not in the mood to put up with anything.

To say that the affair you had with your boss was eating at your mind was a faint understatement because sickly, you enjoyed it a lot and in a more twisted way, you wanted more.

The past week has been a hazardous adventure you weren't looking forward to having, not one bit, especially after your parents-in-law came unannounced, a particular reason you hated them, but at first, you thought that's what everyone feels about their own parents-in-law.

Your husband's father wasn't a problem, surprisingly you didn't mind him, he never criticized you, only talked about the old days and he was as calm as a beach in the winter can be. The problem was your mother-in-law and sometimes you wondered if jail was worth it to get rid of the old hag.

She always spoke well of her son and gave you unwanted advice about how a wife should be. To put it bluntly, she wanted you to be the perfect housewife which in your opinion wasn't a good attribute in your book, but you meant well. You learned to cook better for the sake of this marriage, learned to control your rebellious attitude, which was quite the challenge, but she demanded more and more out of you.

The topic came this week when she came unannounced and she asked when you and her son were going to have a baby. You almost choked on your drink and the answer that your husband gave, made you more anxious.

'Soon.'

Alright, you loved children and the idea of being a mother was a plan in the future, but not with him.

That's why you were looking like a corpse at this moment; ever since that discussion your husband opened the topic of having children with each day, and your answer always was the same.

'In the close future.'

You wanted to escape so badly, but being a divorced woman in society wasn't exactly a big plus and you knew that if it would happen you would be seen as the villain and everyone will probably tag you with words that would drown your self-esteem.

Staying in an unhappy marriage for the sake of society. How marvelous!

You grimaced, staying outside on the front porch of your house, taking a deep drag of smoke and exhaling like the nicotine will ease your nerves. It was another late night full of arguments and whatnot with your husband; he seemed to find flaws in each step you took. When the door opened your gaze moved to your husband who had a very serious expression, his arms crossed and you knew he was going to say something.

"I want a divorce." he simply stated, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well, you clearly didn't see that one coming.

After you finished your cigarette and got inside, he told you that there was no point in maintaining this marriage and according to him you were embarrassing him, destroying his image.

Pffff...What image? What reputation?

To say that the divorce went simply was an understatement. You didn't have too much to take from this marriage, the house was his, the car too, you just had your little belongings and that was it. He was just surprised that you didn't want to undress him of money or any winning.

The ultimate prize of this divorce was that you will be finally free; no more critiques, no more useless arguments over the smallest things in life.

You were back at work at one of Jesse's warehouses, inking up one of his henchmen, when the door opened and the tall and imposing form of your boss was blocking the door. The guy you were tattooing quickly got up and left the two of you alone; smart guy.

'I'd heard about your divorce.' the electronic voice spoke and you internally groaned.

"The rumors are really floating here quickly, huh?" you asked, not really surprised. Jesse had a habit of knowing every small detail of his employees.

'You're finally free.' he stated, a sentence that the intentions were clearly; reminding you that this is what you bragged about wanting before you two went at it like rabbits.

"Yes, but I don't feel like it."

'How come?'

"Well, his family hates my guts, all of our friends took his part and pretty much labeled me as a 'whore'....I don't know...How would you feel?" you asked, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, your mood clearly not a good one.

'I'm a widower.'

Ouch, that hit a nerve and he was right. He lost much more than you, not to mention being just inches from dying.

"Sorry. I'm just....I didn't know how hard a divorce can fuck up one's self-esteem." you said, sitting down and running a hand through your hair.

One brown eye looked curiously at you, then he closed the door, stepping towards you, his huge hand cupping your cheek, making you look at him.

'Do I have to remind you how beautiful and amazing you are?' 

You knew he was just trying to cheer you up, pull you up from the shreds and ashes your now ex-husband created, but why? Jesse wasn't being nice without a reason, you weren't one of these guidable piggies he either fucked or killed or both. The man was the vainest person you knew, even with his face the result it is today, he could pull off the drop-dead charming casanova attitude with ease.

"You don't have to lose your time trying to cheer me up." you muttered, only for your nose to be caught between two of his fingers, making you squeak a little, making him smirk, fingers typing on the phone.

'What if I want to spend all the time with you, dollface?'

Alright, that was new. He never showed interest in you, and that affair you had with him was something that you would classify it was accidental and desperate, something you didn't want to happen again....But you're divorced now, right? Single, free and to do as you please.

"Don't say things you don't mean.....plus this is..." you didn't know exactly what to say.

'Wrong?' he signed, looking at you with amusement.

'Correct me if I'm wrong, but....when you were married you didn't found it wrong to jump my dick.' he typed on the phone, a smug look on his scarred face at the expression you made when you read his response.

"I-I didn't-" you quickly said, only to be stopped, when he spun you around, pinning you against the cold wall of the room, a silent snarl pulling at his lips, giving you a glimpse of the predator that he truly was inside.

'Pleeeeease...Don't act like such a prude.' he types on the phone with one hand, the other slowly running up your waist, dragging your shirt up, exposing more skin with each inch his hand was running up.

You were left speechless; no wonder all these piggies were falling on their knees for him, he wasn't one to be denied, to be said 'no' to.

"You're my boss!" you said, feeling your cheeks heat up at his obscene suggestions.

He snorted in your response, rolling his brown eye.

'You're one to bring up moralities now? You cheated on your husband with your boss...and you liked it.' he typed, his body moving to be flush against yours, feeling how excited he was, not like you were any different down with how moist your panties got from all the sexual tension.

'You're just as fucked up as I am...Not that I mind one bit.' he typed, another flash of pearly white pulled into an arrogant grin.

"P-Please..." you didn't know what you begged for.

Were you begging for him to stop this charade or were you begging for him to finish this nonsense?

'You were mine from the moment you spread your legs for me.'

Oh God, this was so humiliating.

Your eyes were wide open, looking up at him, both breaths heavy, then the lips came crashing together into a needy and passionate kiss.

It was true, you were his....The moment you took up on his advice and inked your whole arm into the tattoo he suggested.

Skulls and Roses.