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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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I don't know if you have done before, but would you be willing to write about a chubby Dano!Riddler? Love your blog!

I'm Too Much

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 2.7k god i want to hold that soft boy and make him feel loved, chubby!dano is my favourite flavour like for sure. i'm sorry this was so angsty but there's still smut lmao 💚 and also i'm sorry it got so long i just let my feelings dictate this one also thank you to the discord server for hyping this up ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: self-image issues, hurtful language, self-deprecation, body worship, crying, oral sex

From the bedroom, you could hear shuffling, mumbles and exasperated sighs. Usually, it did take Eddie a few minutes of awkward fabric wrangling to get into his full Riddler getup, but he’d been in the bedroom for thirty minutes, and he was supposed to leave twenty minutes ago. You only got up to investigate when you heard the clattering, the sounds of something being kicked around.

Stepping into the door frame, easing the door open gently, you found him back to you, bracing against the wall, his mask and tools by his feet, boots off, still in his boxers and t-shirt with his signature green jacket on.

“Hey, Eddie-”

He jumped, turning quickly and holding the sides of the jacket closed over him, stomping towards you and trying to intimidate you, to push you away.

“I’m-I’m getting ready, get out!”

“You’ve been in here for thirty minutes…I just came to check-”

“Well, it doesn’t matter because I’m not going so I’m just going to get ready for bed.”

He put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you slightly, the other reaching for the door and beginning to close it.

“Eddie, don’t do that, don’t push me.”

Edward stepped back, face red, eyes averted from you. Stepping back from you, he stood awkwardly, eyeing the room, checking the door behind you as though he were trying to plan his escape.

“Eddie…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He reached his hand up, wiping his nose and cheeks with the sleeve of the jacket. He looked up at you, glasses steamed up, tiny pools between the bottom of the lenses and his cheeks. “Nothing. Could you please just…leave me alone?”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

He hesitated, face screwing up into an angry little scowl.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it.”

“Edward Nashton! Quit the attitude, I’m just trying to help.”

“Ok, well help by giving me some peace and quiet!”

With his cheeks and forehead flushed in red, neck following quickly behind them, you were drawn into him, staring at the way the vein on his temples was pressed out, the way the tendons in his neck were tensed and stretched. And yet, there was no anger behind his eyes, just damp sorrow.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled it softly, his voice cracking, throat raw and choked. “I just…I want…I don’t…”

“Hey! Hey, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

“I’m not ok though!”

“Eddie, you are, you really are.”

“No! You’re not listening to me!”

He brought his hands up, balling them into tightly clenched fists, tapping them softly against the sides of his head and then gripping some of his hair, not pulling, but clutching. You raised your hand to his forearm, gently, trying to pull him away, but he shoved you back.

“Woah…”

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! See? See what I mean? I’m just…”

“What, Eddie?”

“I’m horrible!”

He sighed heavily, groaning as he slumped onto the bed. With his head in his hands, you felt comfortable easing forward, entering the room further, the closer you got the easier it was to see his back slightly shifting, shoulders gently shaking.

Your heart sank, a palpable feeling that left you feeling faint and nauseous, but you made it to the bed beside him where at first, he shrank away from your touch before letting himself melt into your embrace, his head on your shoulder where he let his sobs out.

“Oh…oh sweet baby.” With one hand rubbing his shoulder, you let the other tousle his hair, fingers twirling around the soft, delicate strands. “Do you want to talk-”

“No thank you.” His sniffles continued, but he had managed to stop the heavy, chest heaving sobs. Now, he whimpered, muffled against your body, soothing himself, you noticed, as he picked at his fingernails.

“Well, if you feel-”

“My jacket won’t zip up.”

You sat up straight, staring ahead and processing his words. Was the zipper broken? Often, little things like that could set him off, and he could get attached to physical items too, very sentimental.

“Hey, we can fix it if it’s broken, silly.”

“It’s not broken, I…I’m broken.”

As he let out a deep sigh, you held him closer.

“Eddie, you’re not…you’re not broken. You’re fine!”

“I’m not, I’m…I’m clumsy. And I take up too much room! I smother you. I’m…I’m too big. I’m too big for my jacket! I-I’m too big. I’m too…much.”

“Oh, Eddie. Oh no. Come here.” You tried to pull him onto your further, but he pushed back, standing up and backing into the corner, almost cowering, his lip wobbling as he spoke. He put his hands up defensively, trying to hold you off as though you were going to force yourself, your touch and your comfort, upon him.

“Don’t…don’t do that! Because I’ll just crush you. Or I’ll hurt you. I don’t…I don’t want to be touched, please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t do that, Eddie. I can’t leave you by yourself like this.”

“Fine!”

He stormed out of the room quickly, making his way into the bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it behind him before you could get to him. You slumped against the wall beside the door, listening quietly. You knew you should let him have his space, but you were going to be right outside when he eventually decided to come out.

Behind the door, Edward stood on the cold tiles of the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He kept the jacket on, unzipped at the front, slightly too tight around the arms. Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that it made him feel scared, anxious, claustrophobic. Sad. The texture felt wrong, the colour seemed wrong. And the morals behind it no longer mattered because he wasn’t angry at anything else in the world except for him, his body.

Staring into the mirror, he narrowed his eyebrows at himself, mind rushing with all of the horrible things he thought of himself in that moment. Lifting his t-shirt up slightly, he pinched at his stomach. Holding his love handles, he jiggled them, sighing at the sight. With his forefinger, he prodded at the soft skin below his belly button. He put his palm around the bottom of his stomach, lifting it up and letting it drop before placing his palms on the sink and pushing his glasses to his forehead, trying not to smudge them further with the tears that flowed freely.

He was too big. Too much. Horrible. And as disgusting as he was on the outside, he felt worse on the inside. There was no fixing him. No amount of revenge, not even curing Gotham of the curses it was afflicted with, could make up for how rotten he was at the core. He was mould, maggots, sickly sweet like death. And now, the exterior matched.

Eddie felt his grasp on you was tentative as it was. That maybe, the only thing keeping you there, was that you thought he was cute the first time you met. But he couldn’t even keep that in check. No, now, not only did you have a mentally ill boyfriend who could fly off the handle and push you, he was also…too much on the outside. And in that moment, he made up his mind, to let you off the hook for him.

When the bathroom door unlocked, you were standing up straight and facing it in pensive anticipation before Eddie had even opened it.

“Oh.”

“Eddie…”

“You should leave.”

“The…hall?”

“No. The apartment. Or I’ll leave. I can transfer the lease, if you want. But you’re free to go.”

“Free…like I’m…held hostage?”

“Yes. By me. But I can promise you that I won’t hold it against you. You don’t have to be scared of me. I won’t…I won’t react. I won’t try and hurt you or stop you.”

“Oh, Eddie.”

His words were distorted as he whimpered and choked back his sobs, tears falling, sniffling and licking at his lips as he tried to get his words out.

“Because you’re too good for me…and I’m…nothing…no I’m worse than nothing…I’m a lot…big…stupid…”

Taking his hands in yours, holding tight as he made a weak attempt to tear them away from you, shirking at the touch, how warm you were, you stroked the back of them with your thumb.

“First of all, I’d rather have too much of you than none of you, huh?” You let go of one of his hands, nudging his chin up with your fingers, wiping at the tears that fell on his cheeks. “And besides that, Eddie. You could never be too much. You’re perfect.”

“So I wasn’t perfect before?”

“Were you Edward Nashton before?”

“I…guess.”

“And are you Edward Nashton now?”

“I mean…yes?”

“Well then Edward Nashton is perfect, regardless of what he’s doing, what he’s thinking, what he’s planning, or what he looks like.”

“But you couldn’t…you can’t possibly-”

You cut him off with a kiss, your lips meeting his, soft but firm. When he pulled back lightly, you followed him, pressing your palms to his chest to hold him still against the wall, your fingers teasing at his t-shirt as you let the kiss deepen. And yet, he still mumbled against you, not pushing you away, but gripping your forearms to keep you from getting closer.

“St-stop…wait…”

Leaning back, hands still on his chest, you stared straight into his eyes, trying to push past the veneer of strength he was still trying to keep up, despite the tears that stained his cheeks and the lenses of his glasses. As you spoke to him, all efforts to keep you at arm’s length, physically and emotionally, were suppressed by his deeper need to be held, touched, loved.

“Eddie, I love you. I love all of you, however much or little there is of any part. You’re handsome…” you kissed his cheek “…so sweet…” the other “…endearing…” the kisses trailed down his jaw, onto his neck “…and charming…” you kissed his chest, beginning to crouch, finding your knees as you let the kisses trail down his stomach “…warm and soft…” teasing at the hem of his shirt you lifted it slightly, his hands batting you away, turning your focus to the top of his underwear which you teased down, kissing the small tuft of hair that had become visible “…gentle and…”

Eddie’s breath hitched as you pulled his underwear down over his stiffening cock, your pleased exhale at the sight of his member drawing a soft moan from him, his length twitching in reaction.

“You d-don’t…huh…have to…”

“I want to. I want you, Eddie. Every. Single. Bit.”

With your fingers slowly and firmly gripping the base of his cock, you pulled downward, teasing back his foreskin, exposing his head, flushed and wet with precum, before wrapping your lips around it. As you let your tongue flit over the tip, lapping at the sweetly bitter taste of salt that leaked from the slit, you moaned onto him. The gentle vibrations pushed him back into the wall, his jacket cushioning him from the sudden thud. Briefly, you felt his fingers graze over the back of your head before he pulled himself back. You didn’t want to pressure him, or scare him away. If you kept working at him, he'd come around.

Through his clenched jaw he let out a hissing breath, still holding back on himself. By now, he was usually coming undone under your touch, whining and moaning and begging for more, begging for you to make him cum. But he stayed silent, save for the soft, choked groans that managed to escape.

One hand gripped tight onto the front of his thigh, the other trailing between his legs, holding his balls and kneading them lightly, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin as you kept your head moving up and down his shaft at a steady pace. At the sensation, he shuddered, hips twitching forward and pushing the tip of his head to your throat, gagging you. As you coughed, he slipped from between your lips, desperately stuttering an apology.

“I liked it, Eddie. You think you’re too much? You are. You’re so big.” You looked up at him from the floor, batting your eyelashes, letting your lip fall down and your mouth open, ready to accept him again. “Let me make you feel good, Eddie. You know I love you, but I need you to know I want you. I need you to know that I need you.”

It might have been a simplified solution to a larger problem, but in the moment, as he gazed down at you, eyes blank and mouth turning up into a slight smile, you felt that if making him feel physically wanted would open him up further, then that was all you could hope to achieve.

Placing him back in your mouth, one hand gripping the length, pulling your fist up and down along his cock, you open your mouth wide, skin teased back, letting his red and sensitive head smack against your tongue as you groaned. Eddie’s breath was hitching, but he wasn’t breathing out. He looked tense, uncomfortable.

“Eddie, let go. Just…let go.”

You realised then what he had been doing, and though your heart felt like it was breaking you kept up the façade of extreme flirtation and arousal. As he finally let his shoulders drop, his breath coming out in a long, low sigh, you noticed his stomach get less tense too, sticking out a little further, as he’d been trying to hold it in the whole time. Holding back your words, tears threatening to ruin the mood, you pushed on. All you were focused on now was making him feel a semblance of release, hoping that it would loosen him up enough for you to penetrate his thick shell, formed by years of not feeling like he was good enough.

You let your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, eyes flitting up to see the bottom of his stomach poking out from under it. You teased the fabric up, trying to see more of him, get a better look at his soft, warm skin, a sweet peach colour, biteable and kissable. But he kept pulling his shirt back down. In a forceful move, you yanked the shirt up and over his stomach, resting at his chest, letting your fingers sink into his skin, kneading it and grasping at it desperately. He felt wonderful, undeniably sexy, his features only more loveable with the vulnerability he was letting you share with him. Letting your palms slip to his hips, you pressed your fingers into the softer and chubbier skin there, using his love handles to pull him closer to you, further down your throat.

Gagging lightly, trying to let yourself be a bit sloppier around him, spit dribbling down your chin as you looked up to find him staring back at you with little more than awe, all other thoughts unable to get through past his impending orgasm. With his fingers now firmly at the back of your head, wrapped around strands of your hair, he held you steady as he bucked his hips into you, choked gasps making their way over his lips before he pursed them, tongue poking out in concentration as he let himself spill out into your mouth, manging out a stuttered apology as he pulled himself from you.

You licked your lips, swallowing his load, hoping he saw it as a commitment to how badly you wanted all of him. Wish his palms under your elbows, he helped you stand up, wrapping his body around you. Putting your arms around his back, underneath the jacket, you held him close, humming softly in the embrace. Without breaking the hug, Edward finally spoke in a calm tone.

“If you wouldn’t mind…I’d like to order some food and maybe we can…talk?”

“Only if you keep this exact outfit on. It’s very cute.” Stepping back, he adjusted his glasses, reaching to pull his t-shirt down but he caught your eye, instead letting his palms glide softly over his skin before taking your hands in his and kissing at your knuckles. It wouldn’t be an easy fix, but you were on your way to convincing him that he was valuable, loved, and worthy of adoration exactly as he was.

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cynningly · 10 months

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TW: body horror and eye strain (glitching)

rewatching tribetwelve atm so take this gif i made!! It’s mostly just an excuse to make my own headcanon Firebrand design. It was originally just gonna be a doodle of him but i spiraled lmao

still might change Firebrand’s design. I love body horror stuff and i wanna play with the idea that he becomes visibly more monster looking when he defects from the collective and his powers aren’t being held back by Slendy anymore. Especially with his “Rogue God” thing and creatures like angels and stuff being absolutely horrifying to look at in religious canon.

However, as much as I think the burn scars look cool (i hope you can tell they’re burn scars), they’re a such a pain in the ass to draw. So are the teeth, the teeth might actually be worse. I wanted to make it look like his cheeks and lips got like burnt off (Noah’s house got burnt down when he was a kid so i like to think this Firebrand is from a session where Noah didn’t make it out in time) so his teeth are exposed and that’s what kinda gives him his uncanny smile.

But he kinda barely looks like Noah anymore. I kinda wanna see what I can do balancing his horror with becoming a monster while giving him a design that still looks like his past self (cause the horror of seeing the fucked up creature you’ll become while also being able to recognize yourself in it is just *chefs kiss*) and is maybe just a bit easier to draw lmao

Adam Rosner apologists dni or i swear to god i will beat you away with a stick

also quick psa about how I draw Noah cause i do plan to draw and post more t12 stuff:

tldr at the bottom cause this turned out long, sorry

I know a lot of people have been shifting their Noah designs cause Adam is disgusting, and that’s a perfectly fine and more than respectable thing to do. however, i plan to continue to draw Noah as he is. before all this came out, t12 was a massive part of my childhood and Noah was definitely always one of my fav characters. I simply cannot separate t12 from Noah in my own head.

I can, however, separate t12 from Adam.

I rarely ever saw oog tribetwelve stuff, so I will always associate that face with Noah first and Adam second. I will continue to see Adam as a horrible excuse of a human and Noah as a character who suffered because of their actor and writer. In my own humble opinion, Noah can still be a good character even while taking his actor’s deeds into consideration. I believe that you can enjoy t12 while also hating and not supporting Adam. Separating the art from the artist, as some say. Again, if you don’t like drawing Noah as he was in the series and you don’t like seeing the image of a man who did absolutely horrible things that should have put him behind bars, that’s completely understandable and ok.

tldr,

So yeah, i’m gonna draw Noah as he is, but i get people’s desire to change his design to further distance the awesome series of tribetwelve from its awful creator. I just won’t be doing that. I just wanted to explain my reasoning for how I draw him in hopes that 1: y’all can understand how I see this situation and more importantly 2: so you don’t think I support Adam just because I draw Noah canon to how he was in the series. I do not and will not ever under any circumstances support Adam Rosner.

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esther-dot · 10 months

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Hi I'm the one who send that one link to the Arya and Lyanna post

Wow you guys weren't kidding when you said those people are obsessed with Arya and her being pretty or whatever. I was interested in the post but then it just devolves into random rambling about Arya and how she looks as pretty as Lyanna and- I'm sorry but how is any of that important and why are they so pressed about it?

Also- accusing people of reducing Lyanna to a sex slave to Rhaegar??? When did that happen? Or are they pressed because people rightfully bring up how the R/L shit isn't romantic? Thats not 'reducing' Lyanna, thats calling the horrible thing that happened to her what is it. Twisting it into a star crossed lovers story or romanticizing it is even WORSE and just makes her into someone who's apparently so in love with Rhaegar she's willing to RUN AWAY WITHOUT TELLING HER FAMILY to be with him. Thats not any better and just reduce her to her relationship with that albino prince. HE'S not the most important aspect of Lyanna's character, her relationship with her FAMILY is.

I don't delve into ASOIAF tags much but good grief, no wonder you block a lot lmao. That one post was enough for me. That faction of the fandom seems unhinged and not in a fun way

(continuation of this convo)

Going into the tags is only fun if you’ve preemptively blocked a shit ton of people. 😂

Arya fans tend to be very aggressive, and I often don’t think their rage makes much sense. Arya was incredibly popular on the show, but they used to make these angry posts about how everyone ignored her which made no sense to me until I realized, they meant because no one but their circle believes she will a) have a romance with Jon, b) become QitN. People write about the themes in her story, there’s lots of spec now about her endgame, none of it is enough. It’s the same way everyone acknowledges her and Sansa’s fraught relationship, but they claim it’s ignored because unless you say Sansa was a bully, you’re doing it wrong.

I don’t know anything about that particular blogger, but a lot of Jonry@s believe Lyanna went willingly with Rhaegar and ship them. This one sounded different to me, like they did want to emphasize her family instead, but minimizing what she went through during the last year of her life isn’t how that’s done.

Although, my heterodox belief is that I’m now pretty convinced that Lyanna went with Rhaegar willingly. I had a series of asks about Targ stuff popping up in Sansa chapters which changed my mind about how R/L unfolded. I think Martin gave us parts of Lyanna’s story in Sansa’s:

(link)

Sansa’s “betrayal” of her family (which I don’t actually consider one but you know) isn’t a necessary part of Ned dying (he had already gone to Cersei), but it would allow for a point of connection between her and Lyanna. Sansa wanted her prince (a Baratheon) so she defied her father, Lyanna didn’t want her Baratheon so ran with her prince, defying her father. There are lots of parallels and even direct comparisons between Sansa and Lyannna, so I think it’s likely to lay the groundwork for later revelations about R+L=J.

Also, Lyanna is a play on the Virgin Mary and Rhaegar has some similarities to the Biblical King David (the jealous, crazy guy he’s meant to replace, the harp playing, stealing another man’s “wife,” the “savior” coming from his bloodline etc), so even though Martin has given him an ulterior motivation with Lyanna (he did take advantage, he isn’t being whitewashed), I’m thinking there are more interesting ideas in there than strictly infatuated prince or sadistic, rapist, bastard. That idea, well, I just don’t think Martin’s been spinning out his R/L story this long for the conclusion to be that Robert Baratheon was right all along. I don’t think Dany’s view of Rhaegar is correct either, imo, it’s a mixture.

It’s still a pretty disturbing story, almost like a horror version of the archetypal virgin mother? What can you do when an all-powerful being decides you’re his incubator? It’s def still a possibility Martin takes that to the darkest possible place, but my expectation of getting Jonsa makes me think Lyanna’s reaction to/potential feelings for Rhaegar shouldn’t be brushed aside. Sansa is charmed by Joffrey’s singing, we know Lyanna wept over Rhaegar’s. Jon is hit pretty hard by Ygritte’s singing as well, so that’s a specific thing Martin likes to use as part of romantic relationships. The bigger idea behind Rhaegar may be what a prophecy / the belief of being the chosen one and then the belief you must create the chosen one…an examination of what you can do to achieve that end, the wrong you can justify in its pursuit. Even so, I’m pretty sure there will be more nuance than either “side” of the convo likes to offer because Martin writes that into most of his villains, and I’m sure he intended to with Rhaegar as well.

I personally hate Rhaegar, I’ll never forgive him for what happened to Rhaenys which is just, the most brutal of lines to me,

It was Ser Amory who brought me the girl's body, if you must know. He found her hiding under her father's bed, as if she believed Rhaegar could still protect her

and he really annoys me because he had power to do something about his dad and the fate of Westeros and just, fucked everything up in the most egregious, offensive, public way he could? All the same, how I feel is a distinct thing from what Martin intended. 🤷🏻‍♀️

#dot chat

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anauro · 2 years

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Hi roc! Remember when i sent you that super long ask about regulus? And how his ignorance towards some of james' needs when he gets pushy about his textbook knowledge and limited experience was super realistic? Or how evem as a healthcare professional, he still couldn't quite help but judge james?

Yeah, i reread dass again and it never fails to get me good. Like him trying to substitute james' craving with paracetamol (lol) and having james get anesthesia that he was already told might not work properly for him. How it just feels like regulus never really got to understand how awful withdrawal is.

Yo, life really be like that. Doctors really be like that too. And it seemed like you were intentional with it -- i lov u so much for that ☕💛. I think you were really honest about it.

I wanted to ask if we'll ever get to see him go back on some of these stuff, or if he gradually gets to understand/learn about addiction -- how it's like, the care addicts need, treatment unique to them, and just offer care on a more nuanced basis from his experience with the marauders.

Hi babe! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Yes ofc I remember, how could I ever forget!

I think with the paracetamol Regulus actually did want to help in only way he could, rather than dismissing James per se. But also he really did not like him at all back then, knew how uncomfortable James was and didn’t really care beyond his job-related empathy level. Idk, maybe he even felt a bit happy James felt so rubbish? He’d never admit it to himself tho. I think we can partially understand why he felt this way, because after all James was nothing much but a stranger, far from ideal roommate and was invading Regulus’ personal space, making him uneasy in his own flat. We as readers know James is amazing, Regulus didn’t and could have just left James to suffer without offering the little help he could give.

Now with the anaesthesia it’s a slightly different story. I originally planned for Regulus to be right and wanted to show how the dentist treated James worse when he found out he’s an addict. And then Regulus getting defensive cause ain’t nobody treating his Jamie this way. It was only when I did further research that I learnt the dentist was actually right lmao. So I decided to change the story a bit, keeping Regulus’ initial intentions the same (he really just wanted James to be pain free as soon as possible), but making the outcome different… just to show how horrible patients doctors are and a bit of the cliche “oh, I’m a doctor, I’m a god, I can’t ever be wrong”.

As to your question, yes and no. Regulus will ultimately learn all that jazz, but he will get things very wrong first. Like, you can already see how in his mind he’s trying to dismiss James’ addiction, almost persuade himself that that issue is no longer relevant… you will see some more of that in the new chapter actually. I think for the biggest part, it’s regulus making excuses for his own poor judgment and inviting a newly recovering addict to bed. Like, Regulus is not an idiot and it doesn’t take a genius to realise this is a bad idea. Just cause James was able to minimise or downplay his problems for a little while doesn’t mean he’s now fully recovered and all is lovely jolly. And Regulus knows how things went with Sirius, this is very much not his first rodeo with withdrawals. So yeah, he will get better eventually, but it will take him a while.

Hope this answers your question and sorry for the ramble! Always lovely to hear your thoughts 🥰

#roc answers #drugs and surgical scrubs #dass #tw addiction #nice people <3

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glowingbadger · 1 year

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Okay uhm so awepgowegjpoi I'm posting an OC smut piece for the first time cause a couple of you said you were okay hearing about OCs a bit (don't worry this is still a 99.9% fandom blog lmao) and I just got this whole scenario so badly stuck in my brain that I literally couldn't think about writing anything else until I finished it, so... to the two or three of you out there who read this, I love you and I hope that someone you like consensually kisses you on the mouth.

background info crash course:

setting: Pokemon cyberpunk dystopia (you heard me) Though I will admit that for this piece in particular, since it's smut, the actual Pokemon stuff really takes a back seat lmao

Shaeleigh: an up-and-coming Pokemon trainer. She's a somewhat spoiled young woman, but with a good heart. While very conventionally attractive and feminine (character illustration here), she has very unconventional tastes in both Pokemon and men. Her greatest goal is to open a private shelter for unwanted and retired Pokemon, which will require a huge amount of money, experience and clout.

Professor Shoot: the young and somewhat quirky professor responsible for overseeing Shae's progress, along with her fellow trainers, Mooey and Steig. Shae is desperately in love with him, despite the obvious obstacles involved in pursuing him.

Terry: a monstrously strong man who can literally wrestle full-grown Pokemon; he's a powerful and respected gang leader, more of a warlord in the rough and chaotic underbelly of the city. Despite this, Shae deeply respects his sense of honor and individual freedom.

The Smut vvv

The worst of it all was that he had kissed her back, if only for a few precious moments. Shae had gotten to feel him lean towards her, cup her face in his hand, part his lips for her tongue. Sensations that she had longed for, that she knew she would never be able to wrest from her memories. And then, he’d pulled away.

“We- I…” Professor Shoot was breathless, holding onto her shoulders while resolutely avoiding her gaze, “I can’t.”

She tried to move to him, to touch him.

“But, Professor-”

“Shae, please.”

He raised his eyes to hers once, briefly, then cast them low once more.

“I’m sorry. You- you’re a trainer under my care, and with my position as a Professor- the League, they would-”

“It’s fine.” Shae cut him off. Numbness buzzed through her limbs, radiating from her chest. “It’s, y’know, totally fine,” Shae laughed, shrugging, “Sorry, Professor, that was, uh, really stupid of me, wasn’t it.”

Don’t cry. Not here, not now. Hold it in.

“Shae…” his hand reached toward her, and this time, she took a step back. He looked hurt, and in a horrible, savage way, she was glad. She wanted him to carry at least some small fraction of this feeling.

“It’s fine,” she repeated, “I get it. I’ll, uh. I’ll stop bugging you.”

Don’t cry.

Shaeleigh barely remembered ordering the Autocab. She remembered going to get picked up even less; her limbs all felt distant, separate from her somehow. Her body was nowhere, untethered and yet so, so heavy. Her mind was everywhere, and she hated it. Now, in the back seat with only the automated driver up front for company, she felt that perhaps she should cry. But she couldn’t. She considered, too, that she could hold one of her beloved Pokemon close and let them bring her some amount of comfort. But she quickly realized that she didn’t want any of them to see her like this. Shellder and Raticate had both seen her cry before- but they had never seen her hollow.

She kept recalling those sensations. The professor’s hair was soft to the touch, clean and smooth. His tongue tasted of berries, and the detail had made her smile into their kiss when she’d noticed it. His lips were soft, his body so much warmer than anything else in those sterile offices lining the League’s headquarters.

“I can’t.”

The knife twisted in her heart at the thought. She needed to escape the things stuck to the scraped and raw surfaces of her mind- the good, the bad, all of it. All of him. She needed something to supplant these thoughts, exorcize him from her body’s memory. For as long as his were the last lips that had touched hers, she would be trapped by this feeling.

[I want to see you.]

The words glowed harshly back up at her from the vintage smartphone in her hand, a finger hovering over ‘send’. It was idiotic, possibly even risky. What kind of person goes running from the rejection of their professor and into the arms of a criminal? Shae’s lips pressed together. She could just go back to the apartment she shared with Mooey and Steig. There was no telling how much either of them would even understand about her feelings. Just because she trusted them with her life didn’t mean they needed to listen to her gut herself empty.

Shae thought of Terry. Strong, honorable, straightforward. He could make her forget, even if just for a little while. So she pressed send, and soon after, received an address in reply.

The autocab dropped her off in Octant Six, on the building’s thirtieth floor landing, which left twenty six more to descend to her destination. It was deeper than most citizens of Omnia would ever find themselves- deep enough to cross into the Sprawl, where manmade landscapes lay in near total disuse, suspended in the space between the present and past. Shae’s brother had always claimed that, before society built upward, these places were bustling hubs- shopping malls and massive school campuses and apartment complexes all cramped up together like bodies squeezing into an elevator. Now, they were more akin to ruins. Shae had always taken for granted that they’d been long abandoned, but she knew now that those on the fringes of society made their homes here. Those who fell between the cracks, between skyscrapers and skybridges, landed in the Sprawl.

Her wedge heels tapped lightly on the bare concrete floors down the hall. She wasn’t even certain if anyone lived in the other apartment units she passed, but she felt self-conscious of her own footsteps regardless. She tried to walk confidently, like her father had always told her. Head up, eyes straight ahead, steps firm. But when she double-checked the apartment number at the end of the hall and knocked on the door, the sound was hesitant, delicate.

Terry opened the door to her while pushing his long mane of dreadlocks over his shoulder. It only then occurred to Shae that she’d never seen him fully out of his power armor before. The sight of him in close-fitted black under-armor strangely made him seem all the more sturdy and imposing. His bare musculature was a sight to behold, and she noted the way the fabric hugged tight across his chest and shoulders with particular appreciation.

“Shaeleigh.” his voice was low, yet she felt it reverberating through her. He wore a strange, knowing expression, “I had not expected to see you so soon. Come.”

He gestured her inside, and Shae followed with her stomach flipping restlessly all the while. She only took a moment to glance around her surroundings. It looked how she expected it to look- mostly. Sparse, utilitarian, a box of raw building materials with an old-fashioned mattress bed in the far corner, a cramped shower behind a cracked door, and a stove that might have been pilfered from a restaurant that went out of business a decade or two ago. She only briefly glanced over the rack holding his bulky power-armor upright near the door, flanked by the cement-laden crossing sign sledge that served as his weapon. The sight might startle someone who hadn’t met him as the brutal warlord, the uncompromising force of nature that he was. Shae was simply impressed at the relatively bloodstain-free state of them.

Here and there, an object would stand out like it had been sloppily collaged into the room. A well used, but plush and luxurious armchair rested beside an end table that had clearly suffered at least one half-repaired broken leg. On that table sat a set of pristine liquor glasses- real glass, by the looks of it, not the usual synthetic blend. A vibrant, hand-painted image of the sun rising or setting over a mountain range accented the wall across from this seating arrangement, with a wired television set interrupting the space in between. If Shae considered these bizarre fineries for a moment, she would recognize them for what they were: the spoils of war. But she wasn’t here to consider a damn thing tonight.

She heard Terry close the door behind her, then felt him near, a strong arm easing around her waist far more gently than she’d expected.

“What can I do to make you feel more comfortable?”

Her shock-pink eyes met his steady gaze. Her heart thudded. His large, calloused hand ran across the exposed small of her back, and Shae’s hands traveled up the muscled contours of his chest, fingers gripping around the fabric of his shirt. When she spoke at last, her voice was breathy, whispering in the miniscule space between his lips and hers.

“Fuck me until I can’t think.”

Terry almost smiled, and his lips brushed hers when he replied,

“Then that is what I will do.”

His arm tightened around her, holding her flush against his powerful frame and even lifting her feet an inch or two from the floor as he kissed her firmly. Shae clung to the front of his clothes and kissed him back with all of the anxious heat writhing in her veins. His tongue thrust past her lips to meet hers, and she returned every ounce of passion he gave, sighing eagerly into his mouth with her hands sliding up his chest. Yes, this was exactly what she needed. For tonight, at least, she could convince herself that the ache in her body was for him, and him alone.

Her hands wandered down his torso once more, playing at the bottom hem of his shirt for a moment, then sneaking her fingertips beneath it.

“So eager,” Terry said, low and rumbling between kisses.

“I need you,” Shae half-moaned, making a feeble attempt at tugging his shirt up even as her body pressed to his. He let out a low, approving hum and grabbed a handful of her ass, pulling her more firmly against him.

“And you will have me, in time.”

With that, he released her, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the nearby armchair. Shae subconsciously bit at her lower lip. His body was rock solid all over, his skin rich and dark and beautiful, even riddled with scars as it was. Each subtle shift and flex of his muscles filled her with renewed urgency, but she wrangled her composure and shrugged off her jacket, discarding it with her shoes on the floor. When she turned back towards Terry, she saw him watching her, eyes burning with unabashed lust. She adored the way he looked at her. She adored the way he wanted her.

He continued openly admiring her as she, perhaps a bit more slowly than was necessary, pulled her sports bra up over her breasts and let her substantial chest bounce free before him. Her leggings and panties went next, slid down her deliberately swaying hips at just the right angle for him to take in her figure. She noticed the corner of his lip curl into an appreciative grin as he took her in, but as much as she enjoyed feeling the hunger in his eyes, Shae was in no mood to waste time. The more space she gave her thoughts, the greater the risk of them catching up to her. So instead, she returned to his arms and let him guide her onto his bed beneath him.

Terry’s large hand caressed her cheek with fingers spread into her hair as he kissed her against the mattress, and the wave of dizzy pleasure through her body filled Shae with relief. She gave a mewling, pleading moan, and her body arched up against the unyielding hardness of his frame. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, and she felt him smile at her impatience. Then, as his kiss began to travel down the side of her neck, her nails dragged into his hair and her eyes fluttered half-closed.

“Mark me,” she demanded, though her voice came as a shaky sigh.

“I do not often take orders,” he said, though next she felt the sting of his teeth at her throat, sucking a dark crimson bruise onto her fair skin. Shae replied with a groan, and tried to nudge him closer to her with her heel at the back of his thigh. Her nails raked down his back, desperate to provoke him. Then, his hand at her cheek urged her to look him in the eye.

"Do not be hasty," his thumb brushed across her bottom lip, "I want you wet enough to take me."

The heat in her belly roared to life at this, and she could only wordlessly nod. With that, Terry turned his focus to her breasts. Large enough to fill his hands and then some, he palmed one, fondling it and savoring the plump softness of her body, while his lips attended to the other. His tongue circled one nipple while his fingers rolled and pinched the other, and each stiffened immediately in response.

"Ohh…" Shae's head turned to the side on his pillow, "Mmm, Terry…"

He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking at it for a moment before switching to give its twin equal attention. Shae squirmed happily beneath him all the while, reveling in the firm way he handled her. He was never harsh or overly rough, but he made sure she felt him; felt his hands running along her body, his breath hot on her skin, his mouth kissing, biting, pleasing her.

Soon, he began to kiss a path down the center of her torso, his lips hot between her breasts, along her abdomen, until he reached the smooth softness of her belly. Here, just below her navel, he bit down once more. Shae arched upward again as she gasped into the quiet surrounding them, fingers curling in the dreads of his hair. By the time he moved on from this spot, he’d granted her one more conspicuous pink mark, tender to the touch and unmistakable at a glance. It was unlikely that her usual clothing would hide it. She thought of Steig or, more likely, Mooey catching sight of it and meeting her with that knowing look. She wondered whether the Professor would notice.

Don’t think about him.

Terry parted her thighs before him and lowered his head while his fingers spread her lower lips. Then, his tongue-

“Fuck-” Shae breathed in, toes curling, legs twitching in around him. Terry held fast at her thighs, forcing them to stay open for him while he worked. His tongue ran up the length of her slit, teasing her entrance only briefly before coming to stroke rhythmically across her clit. Instantly, she felt a new rush of heat rising to her skin. Every nerve in her body seemed centralized around the warm, rolling sensation of him lavishing the little nub with attention. His lips sealed around the surrounding sensitive flesh while his tongue teased and flicked and rubbed, the pleasure unrelenting, pushing her ever closer to release.

“Fuck, Te-Terry..! So… so good..!” Shae panted and pleaded for him, and he gave no reply aside from his continued service to her needy cunt. Truly, she had never known that a man’s tongue could feel so forceful, yet so sensual- like he was demanding her pleasure. Her hips rocked against him, greedily seeking more, and he uttered an approving growl, his hands gripping more forcefully at the swell of her thighs, though he never eased in his efforts to propel her towards her climax. If anything, her unabashed ecstasy seemed to encourage him, drive him to push her further, to utterly satisfy the woman in his bed.

With his lips applying pressure around her most sensitive nerves and the tip of his tongue stroking her clit in firm, tight circles, Shae felt herself rapidly approaching her climax. Her hips lifted just slightly from the bed as her body tensed. Her chest heaved with her panting breath as her fingers clenched, one hand in Terry's hair and the other at the pillow behind her. Then, legs trembling, she gasped out his name once more as the tingling warmth of her orgasm swept through her center and across her skin.

Terry didn't let up until he felt Shae's body relax beneath him. Then, he straightened his back, looming over her with her legs slung around his hips as he tossed his hair back over his shoulders. When her hazy eyes met his, her legs wrapped more tightly around him, a flimsy attempt to pull him closer and plead for more. He wore that same subdued grin, but at last, she watched as he undid the front of his pants and tugged them down to free his hardened cock. Shae's pulse sped, and she let out an unfamiliar low, whimpering sound.

"So big…" she breathed out, squirming with excitement at the mere thought of that powerful tower of flesh entering her. He was easily the biggest Shae had ever been with, long and thick and perfectly accented by a bulging vein or two running up the shaft. Terry let out a short breath through his nose, not even quite a laugh, but enough to indicate that he was accustomed to this response. No wonder he'd insisted on getting her wet and ready to take him.

Without a word, he led her onto her stomach, and Shae eagerly followed. In fact, the moment she regained her focus, she made sure to make something of a show of presenting herself to him. With her head low and arms hugging the pillow that carried Terry's masculine scent, she propped up her lower body on her knees and arched her back. As she watched him briefly stand to finish removing his remaining clothing, her spine curved like a stretching Persian, her legs spread wide as she playfully wiggled her hips just a little. When he kneeled behind her once more, she felt his hand slap the side of her ass- not hard enough to sting, but enough to watch the way it jiggled in response. Then, just when she was ready to beg to feel him, the warm head of his cock pressed between her lower lips. It rubbed tantalizingly against her until he aligned it with her entrance, and with both hands now fixed at her hips, Terry began to push into her.

"Ohhhh…" Shae saw white, her grip on the pillow tightening as his hard, thick member began to stretch her open around him. He filled her completely, driving slowly deeper until she felt him hit her core. She had never felt anything near this size before, and the overwhelming stimulation soon had her body shuddering once again.

Now buried into her warm, wet hole to the base, Terry gave a subdued groan, a strong hand cupping and fondling her ass.

"You feel good, Shaeleigh."

Before she could reply, he began to move his hips. Starting slow but firm, he thrust the incredible length of his cock into her, each pass sending a shiver up her spine. Shae could tell he was restraining himself- just barely -giving her the chance to adjust to his mind-numbing size before gradually increasing his pace. Rallying whatever strength was left in her pleasure-dazed body, Shae began shifting herself back against his thrusts, but this was a short-lived effort. With a low grunt, Terry held more firmly at her hips and took full control of their pace. He pulled her back onto his cock each time he drove it into her, and now she could feel a spark of discomfort in her belly as he fucked her deeper than any man ever had. She loved it- the pain blended nicely with the pleasure, consuming all of her senses, pulling her focus, for a time. But as her eyes rolled back and then eventually fluttered shut, her mind reached itself outward for the briefest of moments.

She wondered how the Professor would feel on top of her. She wondered how he would fuck her, how he would look at her. His face, gentle and kind, began to form in her thoughts.

Don’t.

“Tuh… Terry…” Shae barely managed between breathless moans.

He slowed his punishing thrusts, still moving just enough to massage the veined shaft of his cock against her, holding her against him with a hand groping her ass.

“Wanna… I wanna face you… please?”

The mountain of a man behind her gave a short hum, then acquiesced, easing his length from her even as her pussy clenched around him. Shae slumped down onto the bed, and was grateful that Terry helped turn her onto her back, but this was all the patience he would afford her now. His muscular arms hooked under her knees, spreading her legs wide as he pushed back into her.

Shae’s bright pink eyes locked on Terry and watched the subtle shift in his expression as he felt her warmth around him once again. She was certain a man like him had no shortage of willing partners, so to see the pleasure he felt from her alone in this moment set her pulse pounding. Bit by bit, she took in everything she could about him; she memorized the scars adorning his chest, noted the handsome hint of gray in his hair at his temples, learned the way his jaw clenched when he felt her pussy tighten and squeeze around him. His eyes devoured her, watching her face flush and her breasts bounce as he fucked deeper and deeper into her soaking wet cunt. Shae gasped and whined happily, spurring him on, now reveling in the wonderful ache of him pounding all the way to her center.

Finally, the noise was gone. Everything was gone, everything besides the powerful figure over her who filled her, surrounded her, drove her into dizzying, mindless bliss. “Yes,” and “more,” spilled carelessly from her lips, and Terry was happy to oblige. At some point- she couldn’t recall when -her legs were lifted up onto his shoulders, folded back towards her as he leaned over her and buried his thick member into her abused little cunt. He was done holding back. The bed creaked and shook beneath them, and Shae distantly wondered that it was even able to withstand the force of his thrusts. Her eyes blurred and slightly crossed, but shot back into focus when she felt his thumb rubbing firm against her clit.

By now, she could hardly make a sound, let alone speak, so she surrendered completely to him as his cock throbbed deep within her and his touch sent jolts of pleasure through her more delicate nerves. His weight on top of her and the grip of his free hand at her hip held her so decidedly in place that she could only endure the feeling of her mounting climax. Those dark brown eyes of his narrowed, his brow lowered, and at last, Terry was visibly panting as well.

“That’s it,” he grunted, thrusting in her to the base and holding, his touch redoubling at her tender clit, “Cum for me, Shaeleigh.”

She couldn’t have resisted him if she wanted to; it felt too good, welled up and enveloped her. Her hands clung to his arms, nails digging down his skin, though she doubted he even felt it. Then, in a messy, blissed-out daze, her body flooded with warmth, swept in his current until her head was swimming and her limbs all went limp.

“Ohhh…” her breath was heavy, her head tilted back on his pillow.

Then, he slowly pulled back, and then drove forward, stuffing her full and forcing a gasp past her lips. With her legs heavy and largely immoble, Terry repositioned her easily on his own. He lowered them from his shoulders, propping her thighs up over his. Then, he took hold of her hips in both of his powerful hands and pulled her against him, lifting her entire lower body to meet his and tugging her closer to him on the bed. She whimpered pathetically as he manhandled her, just barely managing the strength to wrap her legs snug around his midsection. At this angle, each thrust dragged the head of his cock along some incredible spot behind her clit and pushed him as deep as he would fit. His thick shaft was coated in her release down to the base, allowing him to pound into her at a consistently relentless pace.

Shae’s lips hung parted, her eyes fought to remain trained on the hulking man above her. The more pleasure and pain her body endured, the more sensation she took in, the more perfectly vacant her mind became. In the midst of this near-meditative state, she finally felt Terry buck into her more harshly- once, then again. Then, with a low, animal groan that resonated through Shae’s entire frame, he held her down on his cock as it twitched and swelled, spilling deep inside of her waiting pussy.

“Mmm… ohhh, fuck, yes…” Shae whimpered with a hazy smile as Terry continued to fill her, his massive length throbbing against her over-stimulated inner walls. By the time she felt his grip on her relax and his muscles slack, she was dripping with him, thick cum staining her inner thighs and drooling lazily from her cunt.

When Terry finally eased his member from her, coated in the mixture of their release, he let out a short, but contented exhale. Then, he grinned down at the mess of a woman left panting softly on his bed.

“Satisfied?”

Shae convinced her eyes to meet his, ignoring the way her legs still visibly trembled.

“For… For now…” She swallowed, took a breath, blinked a few times, “You?”

“For now,” Terry replied with a low chuckle.

Shae wondered how Terry even fit into his own shower. It was a tight vertical box, tidy and functional enough, but clearly makeshift in design. She herself wasn’t familiar enough with such fixtures to say, but looking up at the showerhead, she thought it may be a repurposed fire sprinkler.

The piping in the walls made an alarming “thunk” sound when she shut off the water, causing her eyebrows to rise for a moment. All seemed well, so she shrugged and grabbed the towel from a hook drilled into the wall. By the texture and wear of it, it must be fairly old, though clean. Shae stood in the empty shower, rubbing the fabric between her fingers, her stare distant and vague.

If he had wanted to, Professor Shoot could have checked in on her using the League-standard surveillance software in her phone. She’d left it in the pocket of her jacket, mere feet away from the bed. She imagined him hearing her- hearing her cry out another man’s name, hearing her give herself to Terry. Would he hurt? Would he care? Had he bothered to check in on her at all?

Shae sighed and shook her head, finally present enough to start drying herself. Terry probably had some sort of signal-jammer installed in this flat. It was unlikely the Professor could reach her here either way. So much the better, she told herself. As she ran the worn towel across her body, she noted that this, too, carried Terry’s scent. For a moment, she considered that she would leave here smelling of his body, his bed, his soap and his towel. It brought her an odd sense of comfort- like she could submerge herself in him and simply drown away.

Holding the towel to her front with one hand, Shae returned to the main room to find Terry pouring a deep amber liquor into the glasses she’d noted when she’d first arrived. He was half dressed, his awe-inspiring upper body still bare. Her eyes wandered over him as she approached, and he sat in the finely upholstered armchair as though it were his throne. Unphased by her state of undress, he held out a drink to her, but Shae only took it after sliding up onto his lap and straddling his hips. The corner of his mouth curled with amusement, but he made no protest.

They each drank from their glasses, and if Shae’s confidence with the potently burning liquor surprised him any, he didn’t show it. Instead, it was Shae who found herself taken aback. This was excellent whiskey- prohibitively expensive for the vast majority. She had only had it a few times before, when her father had hosted coworkers at their home and felt compelled to impress.

“Fire Fang?”

Terry smiled.

“You know your drink,” there was a note of approval in his voice. He must have seen the disbelief in her expression, as he added, “It was a gift from a business partner of mine.”

She felt no need to press for details. Instead, she took another long sip from her glass, enjoying the complex flavors as they spread across her tongue. The drink had a bite to it that many would find intolerable, but Shae felt that it only pleasantly accented the richness of its profile. Though, she recalled, she had only acquired the taste for such “manly” drinks at her father’s encouragement. Part of her had to admit that she still preferred sweet white wine.

Terry’s hand traced around her waist, then down to the base of her spine, where he guided her closer to him. Still holding her glass close with one hand, Shae pulled the towel out of the way and dropped it beside the chair. Again, she felt the humming warmth in her belly at the feeling of his gaze taking in the softness of her bare curves. When those eyes rose once more to meet hers, he said,

“I know that you came to me tonight because you were hurting,” at his words, her heart twisted like it was trying to wring itself out. He went on, “I can help you forget, for a time, but I cannot heal you.”

The smile she wore was sad, and just a touch bitter, as she stared down at her own eyes reflected up at her from the whiskey in her hand. The pink that she’d gotten dyed into her irises as a sweet sixteen present from her parents looked a sickly brown in its surface.

“I’m… still just a stupid little girl,” she nearly laughed, “I’m so naive- playing at being a trainer all this time. Mooey and Steig are both made for that kind of life- they can do anything. In all likelihood, someday I’ll just be some businessman’s trophy wife to be shown off at corporate events. Just like my own mother.”

Terry didn’t respond at first, and she wasn’t sure whether he was considering her words or merely giving her the space to air her thoughts fully. He drank slowly, then set down his glass on the table beside him.

“If that is the life that you desire, there will be plenty of men eager to claim you. But that sort of man,” he said with clear distaste, “would not deserve you.”

Shae didn’t know what to say, so she drank instead. If nothing else, the glass would hide some of her face. Terry watched her with a measured stare as he went on,

“Your allies are capable, but you are every bit their equal, even if your skills are of a different sort. You have risen above challenges that your life did not prepare you for, and you have done so with honor. I have known countless warriors of many strengths in my years in the Sprawl,” he raised a hand to her chin, guiding her line of sight to him, “You are as much a warrior as any I have met.”

Her glass nearly empty, Shae placed it on the table beside his. She tried to think of something to say, but all she managed was,

“Do you mean that?”

It was a pathetic thing to ask- moreso with her voice wavering and unsure. Terry’s hand caressed her cheek and wove into her still-damp hair.

“You would make a fine queen for me, Shaeleigh. Though I know that is not the path you are on.”

Shae’s jaw tightened, but she leaned into his touch.

“I think… maybe in another life, I am.”

“But we are in this life,” he said, “and you have things you must do.”

For a moment, Shae was at a loss. True enough, the freedom of how Terry lived carried a certain appeal. But she could never reach the goal she’d been striving for while remaining at Terry’s side. There was sex- incredible, overwhelming sex -but that was entirely different from becoming a warlord’s queen. It felt unfair that she would be turned away by one she wanted, then kept from another by circumstance. But she had never planned to sacrifice her dreams for either of these men- nor any to come. Aside from which, if Terry and the Professor could be said to be similar in any way, it was that they both believed that she could succeed.

All of this passed through her mind in a blur. It was too much- the noise was back, and while now some of it was hopeful, that didn’t mean she was ready to untangle and parse it all just yet. So instead, she rested her hands on Terry’s sturdy shoulders and kissed him, slowly and deeply. His arm around her waist tightened, holding her against his body. She felt her breasts against his powerful chest, her stomach against his hard abdomen. She tasted the whiskey between their tongues. Even when she eventually parted from him to speak, she only allowed enough space between their bodies for her hand to reach downward tug at the hem of his pants.

“Fuck me again, Terry. Please?”

One hand moving down to grab onto her ass and the other at the back of her head with his fingers in her hair, he said,

“If that is what you want,” his cock rapidly began to stiffen as Shae palmed the growing bulge between his thighs, running her hand along its length and visibly biting her lip at the feeling of it growing at her touch. “I will have you until you are truly spent. But it will not fix things.”

Shae fumbled open the front of his pants and freed his towering cock once more, then began to align herself over it.

“It will for as long as you last.”

When she guided the head of his member to her entrance, he felt her already wet and needy for him, and with that, he grabbed hold of her at the waist and pushed her down onto him inch by inch, spearing into her nearly to the root. Shae gasped, her head tilting back and her nails dragging across his shoulders as he filled her.

“Do not test me, Shaeleigh,” he warned, though when she blinked her eyes back into focus, she saw he wore a subtle smirk, “Mm, you take my cock so well… Now, show me your strength. You are a warrior, remember?”

The sensation was so intense it momentarily set her off-balance- but Shae leaned forward against his body and rallied her leg muscles. With slow but firm movements, she pulled upward on his length, then pushed back down onto him, quickly establishing a steady rhythm as her hips swayed and her pussy clenched around him. Her arms wrapped around his neck to support her, and before long, she was swept into the blissful high of fucking herself onto his incredible manhood. Each pass rubbed him into her in some new indescribable way, the angle creating a completely different but equally overwhelming experience to when he railed into her from above. Now and then, she would feel his hips shift up towards her, encouraging her, ensuring he’d hit her deepest point.

Terry drew his lips to the column of her neck and kissed a line up to the point just below her jaw. Here, he bit down, sucking another mark to her skin, now in a location that none of her clothes would hide even if she tried. Shae felt her nerves come alive at the sharp and sudden feeling, and she moaned his name aloud. Finally, she found the silence that she needed once again. In Terry’s strong arms and full of him, she could surrender. For now, she would let her body feel, and her mind become numb. Tomorrow, she would attend to the noise, and she would move forward.

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bigdickevans · 2 years

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i watched smile and wrote down my live reaction if anyone cares lol. long story short it was better than i thought it would be, the death/spooky effects were fun but it was kinda heavy handed with the mental health commentary

i went into this thinking it would be funny bad but. goddammit. ok i liked the opening.

the fucking back and forth shots of the main lady and the college girl’s faces, it set me up!!

then when it showed college girl had gotten up. idk man something about how empty and sterile the office is wigged me out even more.

and her cutting her neck was neato

at the title card now and alright goddamn it didn’t have to flash like that yeesh

oh also it sounds like this is just gonna be it follows but with suicide instead of sex

lord they’re trying to do mental health commentary. great.

ugh if i end up liking this movie i’m gonna be embarrassed

that cat’s dead. and nooo i don’t know that because i checked doesthedogdie.com

i was hoping the cat would smile lmao

WAIT THE BOYFRIEND

WHO IS HE

SLKJFLKSDF IT’S A-TRAIN

i’ve decided this takes place in The Boys universe

sorry i got so distracted by a-train that i forgot to say that main lady seeing the dead girl in the dimly lit kitchen did freak me out.

we’re back to the mental health commentary.

why does the cat have such a big fucking bowl

Young cop(?) dude gives me the creeps.

Haha sassy black coworker!! very funny and cool el oh el

ooooo i liked her passing the rooms and having to backtrack

bro is vibing stop snapping

im so sorry but this carl actor has a really silly voice

i feel like this boss also looks familiar

oh he was in designated survivor ok

actually i’ve been kinda constipated so maybe if i watch this on the toilet i’ll shit myself and finally be free

jesus this lady just can’t stop breaking glasses

none of this would’ve happened if you just KEPT YOUR HOUSE WELL LIT

WAIT STOP EVERYTHING

YOUNG COP CREEP IS THE EMO GUY FROM JENNIFER’S BODY

wow what a cast

i sorta missed the whole bit where she listened to the recording and heard stuff, i was unclogging my toilet

main lady and blonde bitch are sisters?? wow that went straight over my head until now. i knew they had to be related in some way? but i kinda thought the husband and the main lady were siblings

dead cat moment

love that they felt the need to clarify it was her cat lmao

when the boy picked it up it looked like really bad cgi

DAMN

TABLE SLAM KO

yeah babe sometimes you just gotta yell it out

SLKDFJLS THE PAIN ASSESSMENT CHART

im sorry… mental health preachy message aside, are you telling me the fiance had to look up the fact that mental illness can be hereditary??

for some reason i feel like the main character’s spiral happened way too fast

but to be fair i guess she does have that trauma with her mom, so maybe even though she works in healthcare she’d still be more susceptible to this line of thinking?

the number of times they say “crazy” in this movie is getting ridiculous

love a good smashed in head, i appreciate they didn’t add a loud noise with it considering the amount of jumpscares in this fucking thing

thank god horrible events always happen to artists so we can have ooky spooky drawings

these “coincidences” are so obviously connected it’s ludicrous that literally nobody noticed until now

I mean cops being inept is nothing new i guess

main character is being? unbelievably unreasonable here?? yes, calling a mental health professional is what you’re SUPPOSED to do when someone around you starts acting like this

i thought one of the whole points of this smile demon thing was that it could look like anyone? they haven’t really been utilizing that as much as i assumed they would which is a bummer

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

loved that moment with the sister at the car

it is kinda neat that the death has to be super dramatic so it inflicts as much trauma as possible

but also couldn’t you just do something traumatic that doesn’t involve murder or suicide?

like pretend you murdered someone or killed yourself in a crazy violent way in front of someone so they believe it happened, orchestrate a big practical joke

the demon voice is goofy

putting a knife that big up your sleeve seems like an atrocious idea

LMAO AWESOME DREAM

it’s like in chainsaw man. the whole door thing with denji. i’m not elaborating bc i don’t wanna spoil anyone.

the mom is kinda hot

lol i like how slowly rose closed the door

ooooooo!!!! suddenly tall mom!!!

i’m a tad disappointed with the monster design :/

HELL YEAH you thought a house fire could kill a demon?? lmaoooo

I TAKE IT BACK THE MONSTER DESIGN LOOKS RAD

rose the throat goat

hell yeah love a good person burning

#gail babbles about dumb shit

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h0neywheat · 2 years

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i know i joke about how it took me a couple years combined with making two fleshed out characters who are transmasc to figure out i was transmasc. i know im the projection king but ive been doing a little introspection lately and wanted to write out my thoughts so hey feel free to read

wheatley I’m so sorry you got named as a joke years ago and it stuck for this long because whoops…

odds are, I treat wheats how i would treat my own past self if i had also figured out gender stuff in my early teens. congrats dude, you get a family that supports you 100% in regards to sexuality and gender also your needs are met they best they can be in regards to your autism. wheats exists in a world where any societal factor I had to repress in my teens, he is allowed to express without question. the people around him love him for who he is. his problems do not come from gender, sexuality, and neurotypical expectations…at least not directly. he still lives in a capitalistic society, but that’s not the point I’m getting at here. like if I was allowed to explore who I was more other than the rigid catholic upbringing I had and was not reprimanded and forced to mask and repress neurodivergent traits, wheats represents a sort of alternate timeline of myself.

yes so many factors are also different, but at this point I feel like he exists as a extension of my younger self, something that could have been if a lot of factors were different. so I treat him with a lot of kindness but also give him character development appropriate for someone who is 16 and still navigating the world (and also the plot of the story he is in) at that age. he isn’t perfect, he has flaws of his own, he still has to deal with growing up, making friends, and high school nonsense.

I love all of my kid ocs equality and each one gets their own sprinkles of self love through projection, but wheats is pretty special for this reason. he was the first step for a couple of my own self discoveries and creative processes so he has a special bread shaped place in my heart.

now matty…

hey, maybe making a taller, transmasc, recolor of yourself to roleplay as has consequences. look, if I had the option to slice my tits off for free and take a potion that makes me taller, gets rid of my hips, and deepens my voice over the span of 24 hours I fucking would. matty wasn’t just me getting the chance to play dnd for the first time and be a funny cursed pirate man once a week. no, I also got to try being a guy for a couple years before realizing that the transmasculine character i was rping was really comfy. from the very start he was someone everyone poked fun at because he really is just some guy in a wacky situation. all the teasing was out of fondness and funny enough, matty helped me realize I was masc. turns out I was also just some guy.

but this lucky son of a shit also has family that knows he’s a big gay trans idiot and isn’t all that neurotypical as well, and I get to be his voice lmao. I only talk mean about him because he’s just so easy to make fun of. I’m so easy to make fun of! but I do it out of love! out of fondness! he doesn’t deserve anything bad or horrible! just suffer the consequences of his actions. all the goofy stupid things that come to bite us both in the ass…I love that shit. I see my own flaws that I’ve learned from, project them onto mattheu and have him learn from them but through his own story.

matty is me if i lived without anxiety or shame of who I was coming into adulthood. more than just a gender presentation ideal, he’s a confidence role model in a way. he’s a pathetic wet cardboard box of a man, but he owns it.

there’s a whole lot more I could probably write but these two are characters are in a current wip and dnd campaign so, fear of spoilers if anyone ends up reading this bc I’m posting publicly

anyway, the middle of the venn diagram of wheats and matty is just me and i love it. love these two and how they helped me figure stuff out while also letting me flex my creative muscles. we’re all just a couple of guys

#☀️.txt #gender talk but make it about ocs #because it’s part of my own trans story I guess lmao #like if you read please

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HI LOVELY!! good morning afternoon or evening to you! how’s your day been!! i hope you’ve eaten AND REMEMBER TO EAT DURING UR LONG SHIFTS OR I WILL APPEAR ON UR SCREEN !!! (lovingly) the way i gasped when i read your response because i was just like… YOU DIDNT EAT? :( i was so distraught but i hope whatever u had for dinner was good, but still !! always remember to eat and take care of yourself or the ghost of me will scold u (lovingly again) (nothing but love for you always)

today i had banh xeo for breakfast (tbh at this point i feel like you can guess what nationality i am LMAO) but OMG YOU LIKE VIET FOOD?? WE ARE SO SOULMATES !! TWIN FLAME !! AND OMG THATS SO CUTE I HAVE A VOICE IM HHHH that’s so cute i feel so very honoured but omg yesterday while i was like doing whatever right i had a realization that im literally like mystic messenger right now with the “make sure you eat!!” “how are you!!” like IM LITERALLY A CHARACTER IN MYSTIC MESSENGER RIGHT NOW THATS CRAZY (id be so embarrassed if you didn’t know what mystic messenger is but also would not blame you) ALSO YES WE CAN YAP TOGETHER I LOVE YAPPING BUT IM DEFINITELY YAPPING TOO MUCH LIKE I WANNA REPLY TO EVERYTHING YOU SAID SO IM LIKE HHH YAP YAP YAP me and ness are literally yapper and yapper like im trying to hold back but im here like omg among us??? omg whack dreams??? i wanna know what dreams??? omg school?? i’m school soon too!!

but but one more thing omg i’m so sorry LOL BUT I FEEL LIKE WE’RE IN THE SAME TIMEZONE?? BECAUSE EVERYTIME YOU MENTION THE TIME IN YOUR POSTS i check my time and im like huh.. silly… coincidence, but it’s 4pm for me rn !!maybe im crazy maybe im not but omg when it gets to school you can 100% rant about it because i will 100% do it too HAHA school has me like like genuinely tweaking like one small thing and im like OH MY GOD YOU WILL NOTTTT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY

omg sorry i need to wrap this up but yes try again is amazing don’t doubt yourself and u can always yap to me whenever whenever like i’ll literally make a burner account and dm you instead so we can yap without having to flood your blog or if you don’t mind i don’t mind but mango anon loves you very much and mango anon would want ness to take care of herself forever and always and HAVE A GOOD DAY !!! xoxoxo

AAAAA OMG I AM HERE LIKE 11 HOURS LATER <33 DO NOT WORRY I AM EATING AS WE SPEAK BEFORE MY LONG SHIFT tbh i felt like so nauseous about eating anything though today idk why (i have like two suspicions lmao i def know why) but since i'm working i was like "then i'll just pick something up on the way there!!" so i went to my groccery store to get a sandwhich BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY </333 so i'm having a blazing dragon poke bowl instead??? and it's okay 😔 like i don't know how i feel yet about groccery store sushi and stuff but i've had it before!! it's just a bunch of spicy imitation crab, cucumber, carrots, and rice and i'm mainly just there for the rice. AND OMG i walked around the store bc i was trying to see if they had liquid death (caffeinated tea i think. i don't like it but i really need caffeine today </3) and they didn't have any and i decided to go back to like their little food section to get bao (you can probably guess my ethnicity too 😭) and i almost got hit bc this man WHIPPED around when i tried to pass him like i literally ducked i was so scared he was about to hit me and that man was STILL not aware of me. ANYWAY SORRY RANDOM STORY YOU AND ME AND VIET FOOD!!! TWIN FLAMES!!

ALSO OMG MYSTIC MESSENGER 😭 BRO I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT 707 LIKE TWO DAYS AGO WHEN THAT WHOLE ANON APOCALYPSE HAPPENED I WAS LIKE "i'm going to go 707 on these people and find out where they live and haunt them /hj" PLEASE I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THEIR LITTLE "remember to eat" messages and everything but it's so cute <33 and YES we will yap together!! i went in to school today although it starts tomorrow to switch up my schedule and going there was HORRIBLE i saw so many disgusting people :/// BUT i have a pretty good schedule now so it has it's pros and cons!!! i just give people dirty looks and accidentally saw "ew" aloud all the time :))) AND IK THAT SOUNDS MEAN BUT LIKE YK HOW PEOPLE ARE and the people that live in my state are all rich privileged kids and it never changes 😭 i see them everywhere AND THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME AND ACT THE SAME AND ARE GROSS

and LMAO A BURNER ACCOUNT I WOULD TOTALLY TAKE IT THOUGH!!! i'd love to talk to you whenever please please please feel free to make one and dm whenever you'd like!! <3 I LOVE SEEING YOUR ASKS THOUGH I LITERALLY WILL BE HAPPY EITHER WAY AS LONG AS I GET TO TALK TO YOU <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY TODAY ANON!!

#warning for immigration joke #one time my sister's bf drove me to my picture day in high school when i couldn't drive #and i came back out after taking my picture and he was like “DAYUM everyone here is copy and paste”#“i was lowkey scared they were gonna deport me back to mexico”#😭😭😭😭😭😭#HE WAS SO REAL FOR THAT THOUGH I WALK IN THERE AND AM LIKE “i'm about to get hate crimed for breathing”#i need to be moved to the haikyuu universe frfr #answers <3 #mango anon <3

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Everything you went through i understand completely.

Fyi nursing school wasn’t my first option, but I couldn’t do well back in high school since my father passed the same year I should’ve studied hard to get good grades that could get me into med school.

I was only 0.7% away from getting into med school so nursing was my last option, and honestly, my family was against it but I insisted since it was my last option and the last major that’s close to med school, so i got in 🤷🏼‍♀️

Back in my second year, I had to go visit a therapist because of the immense amount of pressure I went through and I had to get on some meds to help me relax, which resulted in having irregular periods and having to take meds for that too, I honestly am still traumatized about my entire university experience, but i kept telling myself that it will end soon and it did.

Another family member passed when I was a graduate, and I went through depression and anxiety for the entire graduation year I wasn’t even half happy even when I was close to the end, so again i relate.

Time will pass by and you will remember these days and be thankful they’re over, I’m glad you’re occupying yourself with different hobbies and I’d say this is the best time to explore your true self and what you actually want, this is the perfect time to choose a path you’re comfortable with, and maybe learn about other careers that could be wayyyy better than med school, i secretly wish i chose marketing over nursing bc they’re effing rich 😂

Ily pookie and i want you to be the best all the time ❤️

Pookie I'm so sorry you had to go thru all that and thanks a lot for sharing. Ik this can be difficult to talk about but I'm so grateful you did cuz I feel empowered.

I'm so sorry about your father's and your family member's passing, it's so hard to deal with honestly. Even my grandpa passed away last November, I hadn't met him in 4 years and I didn't even have the time to grieve. Damn how I wish the education system took our mental health seriously lmao.

Sending you hugs cuz I relate to the irregular periods so much cuz since 2024 began, I didn't get it for 3 months straight. I literally got it during my finals and it was hella intense so I did pretty horrible in it and even now I'm gonna touch the 2 month mark lmao. I was basically diagnosed with severe vitamin B12 deficiency so I had to take shots on my ass lmao and shit ton of meds. It didn't cure my headache so my doc gave me anti depressants and anti anxiety pills which I'd used more often than necessary. I realised it was wrong so I stopped completely and had to go thru withdrawal lol. Isn't it crazy how much our physical health is affected by all of it? Ugh I find it so annoying. Like in the past few months I've gained some weight. Lot of ppl around me call me some shit for that but I try to ignore it. I want to lose weight but I have a history of ed so I'm just scared lmao.

I hope you're doing better now pookie ❤️

Yeah I'm sure time will pass but I just can't wait now lmao. It's been too long and I'm done with those toxic af classes, losing friends, constant anxiety, insomnia and what not. All of that to still not be good enough.

Ifkr like atp I just wanna be YouTuber or tiktoker lmao cuz some of them are earning wayy more than actual doctors hahaha.

Actually I'm looking into more research oriented careers and stuff idk how that's gonna go lol

Thanks a lot for sharing this baby, I feel so much better just sharing my heart away over here. 💗

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keptmanners · 4 years

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tfw you wanna like more people’s starter calls but know that you already have like 20+ drafts and stuff to do for people across your blogs as it is

#{ i’m still sorry about taking so long lmao i’m horrible at this stuff }#;;mobile

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vrisrezis · 2 years

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Can I request your favorite v3 and dr1 characters with a reader that is like mikan please? :D

Love stuff like this !! I had a lot of fun so these are very very long lmao! Feel free to rq more stuff like this (ex s/o that’s like ibuki, etc) I love this stuff smmm it’s fun!!

Dr1:

Mondo is so goddamn protective like holy shit. With an s/o he’s normally protective but if you’re like mikan holy shit 10x worse, to the max. The day you met, he thought you were scared of him due to his reputation. He just thought you were maybe a bit more timid than most and he felt bad when he told you his name and you asked him if you were allowed to remember it. “H-hey.. of course you can remember my name..” The first time he greeted you good morning you were shocked, and again he thought it was because of his reputation, though it still strikes him as odd. “W-what did I do? Why are you so damn surprised?” “I-I’m sorry! I just didn’t expect you to greet me back!” However he would eventually realize something was very wrong when you thought he was mad at you, and offered to take off your clothes to make him happy. “I-I’m sorry for making you u-upset! Should I take off m-my c-clothes?!” “W-what!! No!!? Don’t do that!!” He knows how he can be, especially around somebody he likes, but Jesus man that should never be a solution to make somebody no longer mad at you. Ever since he became so much more protective, but would be sure to tell you calmly (for once?) that you shouldn’t give yourself up so casually like that. “Listen, I don’t know why the hell you did that but for the love of Christ, don’t do that for anyone else. Your body shouldn’t be thrown away that easily unless it’s something you want.” Whenever you tell him stories about the bullying you received growing up, it makes his blood boil. The more the two of you talk, the more he realizes that you’re just shocked anyone would talk to you, greet you in the morning, etc. but he’s glad when you finally start getting more comfortable and opening up. When you mention how grateful you are for him, because he’s the only one that forgave you for your existence he feels horrible. “Hey, enough with the forgiving bullshit. I like your existence dammit.” He’s quick to shut down any negative talk about yourself, and tells you not to apologize over shit you shouldn’t apologize for. “Quit apologizing, I told you it was fine.” “I-I’m sorry! I-I mean!” “Heh, it’s whatever” When it comes to your … tripping .. he’s quick to either cover you up or help you up, with a big blush on his face. “You just fell babe, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” + defends you against anyone that’s mean towards you, yells at them so loud and scary bro nobody is fuckin with you. “Quit your babbling, nobody can understand you.” “I-I’m sorry! P-please forgive me!!” “HEY DOUCHE WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO S/O?!” you worry for him a lot, but he has to constantly tell you he’s a tough guy and he doesn’t need you crying over every little cut he gets. He tries not to get too on your ass about it, since you immediately start to feel bad.

Ishimaru is noticeably a lot more gentle and soft around you? He yelled at you for being late for the first time, but you immediately apologized and started to cry and beg for his forgiveness, offering to take off your clothes, or sound like a pig. “I-I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I c-can take off my clothes o-or.. imitate a pig! O-or-” “N-no!! w-where’s all of this coming from! Don’t do any of those things!” He of course rejected this idea! But for somebody he thought was just timid and shy, he was getting more worried about your well-being and didn’t want you to get hurt in the long run. “S/o! You should not offer your body just like that! You can get seriously hurt and taken advantage of!” He started paying more attention to you, greeting you specifically, every morning. He felt his heart shatter when you were genuinely surprised by him greeting you. “S/o?! Is something the matter?!” “I-I’m sorry! I-it’s just that.. it’s the first time a-anyones ever greeted me back!” However, as time went on and the two of you got closer he’d get used to your behavior and he’d be more pleased the more you got used to him treating you with human decency. He feels horrible that you went through so much harassment and abuse growing up. He still had to remind you to have some self respect for yourself though. When you mention that nobody other than him forgave you for your existence, and that you’re grateful for him he feels horrible! You seem to always find a new way for him to feel bad for you. “Hey! I love that you exist! If other people aren’t happy for your existence that’s too bad for them! You’re amazing!” He is constantly telling you how good you are as well, he doesn’t want you to talk negatively about yourself at all. Whenever you trip his entire face goes red but he’s very quick about covering you up and yelling at everyone else to look away. “I-I’m sorry!! I-I didn’t mean to make you see me like t-that! P-please forgive me!!” “It’s okay s/o! You just tripped! You didn’t mean to!!” And he will always defend you against anyone that’s mean to you, but people usually back off since they don’t want a lecture and detention for life. “Take back what you said to s/o and accept your due punishment!” he appreciates when you worry for him, if he were to ever get hurt. He is the same with you.

Sakura is extremely protective, as you may guess. She is naturally protective of people she deems needing protection, but it grows the closer you become. She pitied you, and often observed how you interacted with those around her. It’s easy for you to grow more comfortable, but it took time. She had overheard you offering to take off your clothes for another individual because they were angry, and it upset her, wondering how this was a conclusion you came to whenever somebody was upset with you. She would stop it right there, and excuse the both of you. “My dear, please don’t offer yourself so easily. Your body is something to be treasured, and shouldn’t be given up so quickly.” she would feel awful about finding out everything that happened to you, the torture and abuse you dealt with. She would not only feel somehow more protective but she would want to deal with said bullies/abusers. When you mention how grateful you are for her forgiving her existence, or when you thank you for treating you like a decent human being, she is quick to shut it down. “I do not tolerate your existence my love, I love your existence, I live for your existence. I want to give you the world and more.” She does not let you apologize for things you shouldn’t apologize for. “Do not apologize. You’re safe around me.” She is also quick to catch you whenever you fall, so no incidents will happen with her around. And nobody has the balls to be mean to you, especially in front of Sakura. But everyone has to learn their lesson, I suppose! And she will show them what for. However if you insist on no violence she will threaten. “You say anything like that to them again, and I will make sure you cannot use your limbs anymore.” she also takes note of how you worry for not only her but others when they get hurt, she loves seeing your rare stern side. She finds it cute :3

Toko can be a bit… much.. at times. She definitely made fun of you at first, but she eventually started to get annoyed when you just took it and did nothing of it other than whine and cry, in her own words. She eventually started to see herself in you, and tried not to target you so much. She in fact saw it as an opportunity to befriend you, since god knows you don’t have any friends either. Perhaps you can bond off of that. When she overhears you offering to take off your clothes for her cause she was angry, she’s quick to say “h-hey! Don’t do that s-so suddenly! Don’t take off your clothes just cause you p-pissed me off! Take them off cause you l-like me! Or a-something normal like that!” She’d listen intently to the horrible life you were dealt, and she’d open up about her life as well. She kinda figured you had a bad life as well, she just didn’t know how bad it was. It hurt knowing how much you had gone through. When you start to thank her for things like saying good morning, or thanking her for forgiving your existence she’s very quick to yell at you to shut the hell up. “W-would you stop! I don’t hate your e-existence or anything okay! S-so cut it out!” “Q-quit thanking me for stupid shit” and when you apologize for things you shouldn’t, “quit apologizing for stupid shit” most people couldn’t be bothered to be mean to you due to your relationship with toko, she can be quite the earful when it comes to people bothering you. But people must learn the hard way. “S-shut the hell up! What do you know a-anyway! You’re s-so ugly! I-I bet t-that’s why you gang up on a/o!” She at times gets annoyed by you worrying for her but in the end she appreciates it since it shows you care for her, in fact she actually fangirls about it. “W-would you stop worrying about me! I-I’m f-fine!! I-it is sweet though… y-you’re so thoughtful and c-caring..” cue her being a weirdo. She gets embarrassed whenever you trip, so she lets you get up but yells at anyone for looking at you in such a vulnerable state. “I-it’s fine s/o.. don’t be e-embarrassed”

Drv3:

Rantaro feels protective of you almost automatically, it’s at first glance and he feels like he needs to protect you. Like it’s a natural instinct of his, and at first he’s not sure why, but as he talks to you he quickly understands it. The first time he had spoken to you, it was honestly to ask for your name to get to know you, he automatically wanted to form a close relationship with you. He’d quickly know you as a rather timid individual and he’d go out his way to greet you every day, talk to you about things and hoped he could form a close bond. His heart broke upon seeing how shocked you were by him interacting with you. He knew you probably didn’t have people talk to you much, maybe that’s why you’re so shy?? But he’d learn there was much more to you, how you’d offer to take off your clothes when somebody was angry. He’d be quick to shut that down though. “Hey, s/o. You shouldn’t offer yourself all Willy nilly like that, yknow? Your body is a treasure, it shouldn’t be shown just like that.” he sympathizes with you, when you tell him about the bullying you received he tries to discretely ask you their names. You clearly appreciate how nice he is to you, thanking him for talking to you and forgiving your existence but he tries his best to brush it off. “Hey, I like having you around babe. You’re great.” He often wonders if his protectiveness of you comes from the guilt of being a shitty older brother. Maybe that’s why he tries to be kind to a sweetheart like you. Aside from loving you of course. He’s chill, but when it comes to you feeling bad about yourself and apologizing for things you shouldn’t, or being picked on, he’s kinda snappy, but he’d never snap at you. “Hey, don’t apologize for that. It’s okay.” “Don’t say that to s/o ever again. You will regret it yknow.” However he finds that rare stern side of yours when others are hurt really sweet and cute, it shows how kind you are. He’s quick to help you up when you fall in rather suggestive positions, and he tries to move on with his day. “Hey it’s okay, you just fell. No worries.”

Kaede is a friendly person, she tries to interact with everyone. However she is quick to notice your surprise at her interacting with you at all, which makes her notice you rather quickly. You were so happy whenever she greeted you in the morning or asked to spend some time with you, she thought it was cute how happy you got, but it made her feel bad that nobody hung out with you before. “A-ahhh?!” “W-what’s wrong?!” “I-it’s just! N-nobody’s ever wanted to spend time with m-me before! Are you being p-punished for something?” she definitely starts to hang out a lot more often with you, and is happy the more comfortable you grow around her, enough to tell her the bullies you’ve dealt with and the torture you had to deal with your whole life. She’s convinced you’re a perfect Angel that could do no wrong. When you offer your body up to people, given what you told her, she knows why. It only angers her more. “Hey! You don’t have to do all that for anyone just to make them happy! Do it because it makes you happy! Yknow?!” she tries to brush off you thanking her for talking to you, and forgiving your awful existence. “Hey.. your existence isn’t awful. I like talking to you and I like you!” She’s always reassuring you you’re fine, like when you apologize or when you trip in suggestive situations, she’s quick to help you up and is a bit embarrassed but that’s all. “Hey it’s okay! Don’t cry! You just fell! No biggie, right?” She’s very defensive when it comes to you, so even though she’s kind towards others she will not let people talk badly to you. “Knock it off right now! S/o didn’t do anything wrong!” she adores when you take care of others, she thinks it’s sweet. It’s a rare side of you.

Miu has probably made fun of you a bit, to be fair. When she sees an easy target she takes it, plain and simple. She thought, you’re totally the kinda person bullies love to pick on, this should be funny! She constantly made gross pervy comments, but she never actually went through with wanting to see you naked. She honestly thought you only offered her that because of her vulgar attitude, but when she heard you offer it to others, she knew something was wrong with you. She started to feel.. bad. So she’d talk to you more, and slowly over time became less of a bully and a genuine friend. “Hey!! Would you stop offerin to take off your fuckin clothes already! Do you want a dick in you that bad?!” she has her own ways of trying to make you have more self respect, even if it’s only a little. She’s happy you trust her, when you tell her about the bullying you dealt with. She has a hard time trusting others herself, but she finds you’re easy to trust due to how you are. She’s totally showing those bullies what for one day, that’s what she tells you. “Your amazing genius girlfriend will deal with those nasty bitches one day! Doncha worry! Hah-ha-ha!” when you apologize for things, when you thank her for actually learning to forgive you for your pathetic existence she gets annoyed. “Jeez would ya quit with that shit! Stop apologizin!” but she’s honestly quite shy about her feelings for you, with a blush she tells you “I-it’s not like I just tolerate you… it’s more than that…” she used to laugh when you’d trip and land in certain positions, she honestly thought you did it for the attention. Nowadays she helps you up, with a little blush, she still tries to laugh it off though. “If ya wanted to fuck so damn badly you didn’t have to trip all lewdly! Ya coulda just fuckin asked me! Ha!” She’s quick to defend you as well, your girlfriend does her best! “Fuck off flat chest! Go sit in the corner and play with yourself! You’re just jealous s/o is packing more than you!” She acts annoyed when you worry for her, she has a tendency to get hurt when investing. “I’m fucking fine! Stop worryin about me!” but she does secretly enjoy you worrying and the only time she sees you so stern, she likes it!

Gonta tries to befriend everyone, including you. He would wonder why you were so shocked he was even talking to you, so you often had to clarify it was because not many people went out their way to actually talk to you. Gonta tried to understand that, and he felt.. well.. bad! You seem very nice! Why wouldn’t people talk to you? Because of this he makes a constant effort to talk to you in hopes it’ll make you be less shocked when he talks to you, and puts you in good spirits. He’s glad when you feel more comfortable around him and open up to him as well, he feels horrible you had to go through so many awful things! How could people be so cruel to you?! He’ll never understand it. When you offer to take off your clothes, he’s quick to tell you not to. Not only is this flustering him but that doesn’t solve anything in his mind, he’s a little too innocent to understand. “Gonta not understand how this would make miu feel better. Gonta think that showing off your body like this is not good. Gonta not smart, but gonta understand that much.” Whenever you apologize for things you definitely shouldn’t apologize for, he feels terrible. “Gonta is sorry for making you apologize!” he enjoys talking to you, so when he hears you thank him for doing so, and forgiving you for your existence he feels troubled. “Gonta like talking to you. But gonta not sure what gonta is forgiving s/o for.” He’ll eventually understand what you mean, but would insist he isn’t forgiving anything? You have good existence, what’s there to forgive? He also always catches you before you trip, so no lewd positions happen on his watch, not that he’d know that kinda thing would happen though. Probably for the best. It’s rare to see gonta so upset and angry, but he absolutely will be when it comes to people being mean to you. Given how he is he doesn’t always notice but when it’s blatant he is quick to jump in and say “that not nice! Be nice to s/o! They did nothing wrong!” gonta always comments on how kind you are, how nice it is to see you care for the injured and how worried you get!

Kokichi thought you’d be an easy target for his teasing, at the end of the day though he found that you getting upset like that was not preferable. It wasn’t fun to tease somebody who didn’t defend themselves at all and didn’t even get angry with him. So he stopped bothering so much. Eventually though, he grew to care for you more upon hearing you offering to take off your clothes for somebody because they were angry, he was quick to jump in and distract both you and said person, and make them angry at him instead. He’d tell you, “hey dork! You really are asking for trouble, offerin your body like that. What’s your deal?” he does make the effort to get to know you a little more and befriend you in his own roundabout way, but he learns to not tease you so much since he doesn’t get anywhere doing that with you. It’s fine though, he doesn’t mind it much. He does wonder, and asks you why, you’re so surprised everytime he comes to talk to you. “I-it’s just that.. n-nobody talks to m-me. A-and I figured I was t-too boring for somebody l-like you anyways.. d-don’t get me wrong though! I-I’m very happy you w-want to talk to me! P-please dont change your mind!” he definitely felt bad about that, you seemed lonely. He could relate to that. It felt easy, trusting you. You were kind and.. easy to trust. It scared him, actually. Anytime he wanted to push you away he felt bad about it, knowing that not many others would talk to you and take an interest the way he has. When he disturbances himself and you apologize, he just tells you it’s nothing. “S/oooooo! We talked about this! Don’t apologize for dumb things, kay?” but eventually he gives in, and allows closeness with you. When he hears you say how grateful you are he talks to you, how he forgave you for your terrible existence, it sealed the deal for him. You trust him implicitly despite how he is, the least he can do is do the same for you, the timid sweetheart he’s come to know. He doesn’t know how to tell you he doesn’t tolerate your existence though. Or forgive you or whatever. “There’s nothing to forgive you for hun! Jeez, what are you even on about?!” when you trip, there’s not much he can do other than distract the others, by fake crying and being obnoxious until you get back up. He doesn’t comment on it or mention it, he wouldn’t tease you for that. He also deals with anyone that’s mean to you accordingly, he finds these people extremely pathetic and he has no tolerance for them so he vocally roasts them. “Maybe you bother somebody as cute as s/o cause your jealous, maybe? I mean I don’t see any other reason why a trashy pigfucker like you would even bother with them.” You’ll also find he really loves that stern side of you, it’s a rare side and it’s shows you’re being stern because you care for the injured. He purposefully gets himself hurt just to see you worried, because it’s sweet. “D’aww! Doting all over little ol’ me! You’re so sweet hunnn!”

Keebo goes out his way to talk to you, since you seem easy to talk to. At first glance, but he finds conversations with you to be rather difficult at first, however he quickly learns what gets you talking and what interests you the most. Whenever you feel bad about rambling he’s quick to tell you “it’s fine, I’m the one that asked. Do not worry about upsetting me, you were just talking about something you were interested in.” this robot isn’t off put by your personality, but he does wonder why you’re so timid. He comes to the conclusion you may have been abused, only after you offer to take off your clothes for somebody you potentially upset. He would be quick to get you out of that situation. “S/o! Please do not offer yourself so easily! Your body is something to be treasured, not given up like it’s nothing!” he at this point suspected you were bullied, and you’d confirm his suspicions in detail. It saddened him to hear all that you had to say about what those bullies had done to you. But he wanted you to know that didn’t have to be your life anymore now that he’s around. He tries his best to read you, whenever you apologize for something that isn’t something he hears many people apologize for he genuinely wonders if people have gotten mad at you for minor things like that. “You don’t need to apologize for that, it’s fine. Do not worry.” and boy does he get sad when you thank him for talking to you and forgiving you for your existence. He’ll tell you to the end of time that you matter to him if he has to. Your clumsiness worries him though, what if you die or something?! He never says it out loud, but because of this he’s always making sure no incidents happened. It happened a couple times before he started being more aware and making sure you didn’t trip, but at the same it didn’t happen he thought he was going to overheat. You’ll find he often tries to defend you if anyones terrible to you, “hey! Leave s/o alone! They did nothing wrong!” And probably proceeds to threaten to take a voice recording of them at some point. Kiibo likes your more stern side, it to him shows you have some confidence in what you’re doing, for once. You know what you’re doing, he hopes to see that side from you more.

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froggy-day · 2 years

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tysm for the fic rec 🙏🙏🙏 holy shit i just finished reading it and ouuuggghhh i am on a kurogiri fic kick now im on my way to read everything in the tag. if you have any fic recs (kurogiri centric or otherwise!!) i am All Ears!!! im on a journey to read a bunch of mha fics since i got into the fandom like. a month ago. but if u have any shigaraki fics u like in particular … 👀

Hi anon!! I’m so happy you liked it!!

As for fic recs: hoooo boy I got into bnha 5ish years ago (I’m not proud of how long I’ve been here lmao) so I could go on and on. However, I only really started saving my favorite fics post-Kurogiri obsession, so these will mostly be about him! As for Shigaraki-centric stuff, I actually don’t have much, so sorry about that.

I’m going to try to keep this a reasonable length. I’ve already had to take out so many of my favorite fics from the list, just because otherwise it would be horribly long.

Still, this is about to be a Very Large Amount of fic recs, so just pick and choose based on what sounds appealing!!

Multichapter Kurogiri-adjacent:

it’s plain enough to see, but some of us are living in the past by AllISeeAreKingsAndThieves: Shiggy gets sent 2 years into the past and now has to figure out what to do differently. (Incomplete - 44k.)

Breaking through the storm clouds by Alana_Me: Kurogiri wakes up in the past, 17 years old all over again, back when he was still Shirakumo Oboro. This time around, he promises he’s going to save the League. (Incomplete - 17k.)

Just Shy of Tangible by pretentiousashell: an incredible erasermist fic that is absolutely overflowing with yearning. (Complete - 5k.)

Amalgamations of Ghosts by pretentiousashell: also an incredible erasercloud fic, ft both dadzawa and dadkumo, along with middle-school shindeku. (Complete - 23k.)

Single chapter, Kurogiri-centric:

hide your face, bury your grief by achievingelysium: oh man I have never been more obsessed with a person’s writing style. Aizawa-centric (but mainly about Kurogiri) erasercloud soulmate/hanahaki au. (Honestly, major rec for every fic ever by this person, especially their kurogiri/oboro-related ones.) (3k.)

we've all got nowhere to go by PitViperofDoom: a kurogiri-centric fic written pre-Kurogiri reveal. Years after AFO kicks the bucket, Shigaraki finds Kurogiri and forces him to reconcile his morals. (8k.)

stay with me (and be a ghost tonight) by YetAnotherGhost: Villain!Mic not only meets Kurogiri, but also learns how he was created. Emotions ensue. (2k.)

Single chapter, Shirakumo-centric:

Honestly, I’m just going to rec you these authors to check out: immaplatypus, dontartichoke, kumogiri, Maebee. All of them write only bangers.

Jangle by Tippytap: idk what it is about this fic that makes me scream with joy, but this is one of my favorite rooftop gang friendship fics. (1k.)

General BNHA:

don’t you just want to go apeshit? By kkachis, MargaritaDaemonelix: crack fic where Todoroki decides he does, in fact, want to go apeshit. (15k.)

Civilian Besties, Professional Enemies by katydid: AFO and All Might become online friends. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (7k.)

Passaggio by kashinoha: the most perfect mic character study ever. I don’t even know where to start with this one besides just: AAAAAAAAAAA. (5k.)

gaze into the cracked mirror by h1lo: this one’s a collection of fics spanning basically the entire cast of characters in bnha. It’s a goldmine full of incredible takes on usually under-developed characters, all in small, easy-to-digest pieces. (The Koda one is my favorite).

Though in my opinion, the best way to get fic recs is to check out ppl’s ao3 bookmarks and then filter those based on what you want to see (here’s mine!). There’s also moderated collections like Behold the Sacred Texts that are full-on goldmines.

Sorry for this being so long. There was an attempt to keep it short. Happy reading!!

#recs to read #bnha #kurogiri #shirakumo oboro #just putting this post out into the void so ppl can add recs if they want

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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