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#5

hi! hope ur doing well <3!!! For the requests, can u do platonic BakuDeku where maybe Bakugous parents need his measurements (since I think his dads a fashion designer?) and he asks Deku for help (since he’s super analytical), but he doesn’t realize it’d tickle so bad

Heyo! Sorry for the wait, anon! This was really cute to write, and it was such a fun prompt (I think so- his dad's a fashion designer and his mom's a model? I'll have to double check later)! :3 I've gotcha covered

“Bakugou hold still.”

“I am still, you damn nerd! Ack! Watch your hands!”

The pair were currently in Bakugou’s dorm, the mentioned boy standing on a small stool shirtless while Midoriya pressed the measuring tape against his arms and back. Earlier, Bakugou’s dad called, asking if he could come by over the weekend to help him with some costumes he was making. “Just send me your measurements and I’ll have them ready to wear when you get here!” He told him happily.

Bakugou had no idea what his measurements were, nor did he know how to get exact numbers, so he went to Midoriya for help. That’s how they got here.

Now if only he would just stay still.

“Stop squirming, I can’t get the right numbers with you being all wiggly.” Midoriya rolled his eyes as he once again pressed the tape against Bakugou’s back, the blonde jerking away from the touch. “What’s going on? Am I hurting you?”

“Tch-it doesn’t hurt! It…” Bakugou trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck as he gritted his teeth. “It’s cold! Yeah-cold.”

Midoriya looked at the tape, then at Bakugou. “Oh, okay.” He gathered up the tool in his hands, pressing it firmly until it felt warm again. “My bad- let’s try this again.” He pressed the tape against his back-

“S-SHIHIT!” Bakugou nearly went tumbling off the stool, startling Midoriya with his sudden shout. “Okay, that definitely wasn’t the tape. Kaachan, are you okay?” His hands reached out to balance the other, gripping his sides. “Are you sure you're not-” He paused, replaying what he just heard. “Was that a giggle?”

Bakugou stilled, eyes wide and face flushed with embarrassment as he averted his gaze. “N-No. Of course not! I just-Gaahaha!” The blonde yelped when Midoriya experimentally squeezed his waist, earning yet another gruff laugh. “No way- you’re still ticklish?”

“SHuuhuhut up! Don’t sahahhay it ohoohut louuuhuhuhd!” Bakugou tried to threaten, but Midoriya was already hooked, cheekily running his fingers up and down the other’s sides and bringing out more laughs. “Gahahahahaha! Fuhuuhhuhuck Deheheheeku! Yoohohohohu jeheheheerk!”

“Oh, I’m the jerk? Says the man who marched into my room this morning, tossed off his shirt and told me to ‘Measure me!’” Midoriya recalled, blinking as he finished. “That doesn’t sound too good saying it outloud, does it?” He shrugged. “All well-the point is you want me to measure you! So I’m measuring you!”

“Hohohohoohhoohow are yoohohohou meahahhahasuring mehehehehehe?”

“I’m measuring you by ticklishness! Let’s see what spots give the best reactions!” Midoriya giggled to himself, one hand reaching around to give Bakugou’s tum a scribble while the other locked itself on his hip, squeezing away. “So far I’d say your waist and hips are pretty good! What about here?”

“Dehehehehehehehheheeku! Gahahhahahahhahahahha! Fuuhuhuhuhucking nehehehehehhehrd! Gehehehehehehet oohohohoohohff! Pffft bwaahhahahahahah nohohohohot thehehehehhere!” Bakugou’s laughter increased when Midoriya squeezed beneath his ribs, making him nearly double over.

“Oo, good spot! I’ll keep that in mind.” The green haired hero moved upward, wiggling into the other’s ribs. Bakugou’s laughing fit lightened, but still remained consistent. “Ribs check out!

Bakugou was reaching his limit, cheeks red and eyes squeezed shut. He tried to avoid wriggling too much, even as Midoriya found that terrible spot near his armpits. “Gaahhahaha! Oohohohohkay! Oohohohohkay enohohohough!” He went to reach back and grab the other’s hands, his foot slipping and sending him crashing to the floor.

“Whoa, Kaachan!” Midoriya darted forward catching him just in time. The two went safely into the carpet, just barely avoiding injury. “Are you alright?” “Ahehehe…hehe…youhuhou…” Whatever Bakugou had to say he must have decided against it, reaching out and gently shoving the other. “Thahahat’s it- Come here!”

“Wait-Wahahhahahahahhahahahhait! Midoriya had no time to react when Bakugou suddenly pounced, pinning him to the ground and scribbling away at the other’s sides and waist. “Whahahahhahahat abhahahhaohohoohohut the mehehehehahshsurements?”

“Oh, we’ll get those later.” Bakugou grinned, eyes dancing with glee as Midoriya let out a squeal, cheeks aflame. “Let’s see if YOU measure up, you big nerd!”

I hope this was good!

133 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#4

Sensitivity Training (Demon Slayer)

Heyo! This is a commission for the lovely @biyppe​! here on Tumblr! She had requested some good ol’ Lee!Giyu, and I am here to deliver! Thank you so much for your commission, friend!

Summary: In a rare change of events, Giyu agrees to train with everyone. Shenanigens ensue. (Word Count: 1.3k)

“Agh, I hate that freaking Tomioka! He thinks he’s so much better than us!” Sanemi grumbled, fists balled up tightly and a vein threatening to burst near his forehead. “Trains with us, but then runs off during the break! Who does he think he is?”

“Oh come on! Tomioka Isn't nearly as bad as you make him out to be.” Tengen rolled his eyes with a snort, sharing a look with Obanai. “He’s just not used to being around such flashiness!” They didn’t know what happened, exactly, but lately Giyu had made some efforts to be more social. He agreed to train with the three when offered, nearly sending Sanemi into an early grave from the shock. Now they were taking a break, and while training had been going mostly well, Sanemi was still…adjusting to this new presence of the Water Hashira.

“Besides, you're too noisy.” Obanai added from his perch, waving a finger at him. “Of course he’d distance himself when he can. You aren’t being welcoming enough.”

“Says the guy in the tree.” Sanemi grumbled, stretching his arms out as he took a few paces. “And I am being welcoming! I’m not treating him any different than usual!”

“Maybe that’s the problem?” Tengen mused, raising an eyebrow. “You're too harsh with your mannerisms! Try with more finesse! Actually make him want to stay during breaks!”

The Wind Hashira grumbled some more, words forgotten as the man of the hour returned. “Sorry- I needed to grab something.” Giyu nodded, putting aside the mentioned items and rejoining.

“Oo! See, Sanemi? Giyu didn’t run away!” Tengen hopped to his feet, tossing an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders, briefly startling him. “Let me show you how it’s done! So, Tomioka! Anybody catching your attention lately?”

“What? How does that have anything to do with training?” Giyu blinked, unprepared.

“Come on, surely you must like somebody!” Tengen grinned teasingly. “A handsome guy like you shouldn’t have any trouble finding a partner!” His eyes shot up to Obanai, who seemed to grow bored of the conversation. “I’ll tell you who Obanai likes if you tell us who you like.”

“Wha-TENGEN!” The serpent hissed, eyes widening and face heating up.

“He likes Mitsuri. Everyone knows that.” Giyu stated plainly, nearly sending Obanai flying off his branch. “He’s not exactly subtle about it.”

Sanemi snorted, covering his mouth quickly with wide eyes. Damn- he hadn’t meant to laugh. Tengen guffawed in glee.

“Ooo, you son of a- I’m gonna strangle you alive!” Obanai was on the ground in seconds, reaching for his blade. The only thing he found was air- they weren’t using swords today. “Come here!” “Whoa there- calm down!” Tengen tried to reason with him, but Obanai was already reaching for the other. Tengen pulled back just enough to keep Giyu’s neck out of the other’s grasp. Obanai’s darted forward, a hand grabbing at the other’s Haori in an attempt to keep him still.

“Ha!”

Everybody stilled, unprepared for the noise. Giyu felt his face burn.

“Did he just-”

“Was that-

“Are you-

“No! No, I’m not. It was nothing. Let me go.” Giyu went to wriggle out of Tengen’s grip, but the Sound Hashira was too strong, easily shifting his grip so Giyu was more or less pressed into his chest. “Oh ho ho. What was that?” Tengen teased the infamous ‘tickle monster’ mode coming out as he poked Giyu’s side, making him jerk with another breathy laugh. “He’s ticklish!”

“No, I’m no-Hot! T-Tengen!” Giyu squirmed more, trying to pry the other’s massive arm off as Tengen’s free hand wriggled against his side. “Gehehet off!”

“Oh, he’s breaking! Someone’s got a tickle spot!” Tengen cooed, grinning at the others present. “Come help me!”

“Ticklish, hm? Very well…” Obanai rolled up his sleeves, placing Kaburamaru safely on his shoulders. “This will teach you to be more tactful, no?”

“Ehehheheehe…looks like Mr. Cool’s got a weakness!” Sanemi practically glowed with mischief, cracking his knuckles as he gathered closer.

“Dohohon’t you dare- Sthahay bahhaack!” Giyu burst into giggles the second Obanai’s hands found his sides, fingers dancing along the sensitive skin. Even with two layers of protection, he still felt every stroke of the other’s fingers, ticklish waves pulsing through his skin again and again. “Ahehahahahhaha! Cohohohohome ohohohon! Dohoohohhoohn’t!”

“Aww! Not even trying to hold back now, huh?” Tengen snickered, the arm around Giyu’s torso reaching down to give his stomach and chest a few good scribbles. This free hand reached out and grabbed the hand trying to shove them away, raising it high. “Oh no you don’t! Prepare for all the tickles!”

“Ahehahhahahahha! Wahhahahahahhait-pfft bwahahhahhahaha! Nohohoohohot thehehehehere!” Giyu’s giggles grew to fuller laughs as Obanai began to pinch along his ribs, going for that terrible spot just where they began. “Not there? Come now- don’t tell me alittle tickling is gonna kill you.” Obanai taunted. Even though his face was covered with a mask, his eyes were alight with a smile.

“Alright, move over. It’s time to really show him what we’re made of.” Sanemi rolled his neck as he kneeled by Giyu’s open side, wiggling his fingers deviously. “Let’s see what happens…when I do THIS!”

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135 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#3

Betrayal (My Hero Academia)

@intheticklecloset HAPPY BIRTHDAY NYM!!!! or early/belated whenever you get this eajkrjewajr I wish you a day full of good thoughts and wishes friend! Originally I was gonna do some classic ShinDeku, but I know you've been into TodoBaku aswell and thought: "Let's change it up!" I hope you like it and once again Happy Birthday! :D

Summary: Bakugou should have never introduced Todoroki to Stardew Valley.

Bakugou had never felt more betrayed.

“Who the fuck is that?” He asked, glaring at the half-and-half hero lying by his side, hiding a tiny smirk behind his Switch.

“Sebastian. My boyfriend. That’s right- I’m cheating on you.” Todoroki dared to look at his boyfriend, his smirk growing at the shock on the blonde’s face. “Sorry you had to find out this way.”

“S-SEBASTIAN?” The audacity! “To cheat on me- and to cheat with the freaking emo computer nerd!” The explosive hero shook his head, gritting his teeth. “How dare you!”

“Oh I dared.” Todoroki turned his game to Bakugou, pointing at his newly acquired pig. “What should I name him?”

“How about McFucking Cheater Pants?”

“Hm…too long. What about Baconator?”

A wheeze escaped, rattling Bakugou’s ribs. He flattened his lips as he continued glaring. “That was dumb- this game is dumb- SEBASTIAN REALLY?” Right- back on track. “Of all the people you could have cheated on me with- him?”

“What’s wrong with Sebastian?” Todoroki fed his newly acquired pig, letting him join his other animals. “He’s nice.”

“What’s right about him? His name’s Sebastian!” Bakugou huffed, starting to pout as Todoroki  began to fish. “I’d be less offended if you woo’d Elliot.”

“Nah, you’d throw an even bigger tantrum.”

“S-Shut the hell up, Icy Hot!” Bakugou growled, cheeks red. He really shouldn’t have introduced the other to Stardew Valley. If he didn’t need help with some of the materials, this never would have happened. “Tch. Sebastian.”

“Are you jealous?” Todoroki sounded amused- damn him!

“The hell I am! Why bother asking; you’ve got your little emo boy now.” Bakugou huffed and turned around, crossing his arms.

“Oh my god you ARE jealous.” Todoroki was grinning now, Bakugou could hear it in his voice. He felt the bed shift as Todoroki sat up, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “That’s actually really cute.”

“No the hell it’s not! And get off me!” Bakugou squirmed, elbowing the other. “I don’t want cuddles!”

“You sure?” Todoroki asked, smug as he felt Bakugou remain. “Thought so.”

“Hmph.” Bakugou turned his head away, his pout ever present.

“Baku.” Todoroki shook him gently. “Katsuki.”

“....”

Todoroki poked his shoulder. “You can’t ignore me forever, you know.”

“Bet.”

Todoroki poked him again, this time aiming for his ribs. “Come on now- don’t be mad.”

“Gah! D-Don’t!”

Another poke. Followed by another. “Ba-Ku-Gou.”

“Stop that!” Bakugou squirmed with each new jab, once again pressing his lips flat. “I’m mad at you!”

“I want you to be unmad at me.” Todoroki added a few fingers, gently wiggling his nails against his thin black tank. “Give us your blessing for our future wedding.”

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138 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#2

A fairly short, but much needed dabble of Avren. Thank you.

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"Wohohohould you geeheheht oohohohoff! Gahhahahaha!" Arven grunted and squirmed, barely fighting down the giggles bubbling over his lips.

"Not now- I'm planning." You murmured above him, tapping along your "map". "We need to find the next mystic herb. If you keep moving, the trail's gonna look all kinds of funny."

"The mahahhahp's over theheheheher-Ehhhheehehe!" He tried to argue, voice breaking as you "marked" another spot. Yohoohohur just beehehehehing riihihihiidicuhuhuhulous!"

"I'm being mindful. If I plan on the actual map, I can't rework the route." You smiled up at him as your fingers wormed beneath his shirt, dragging down the soft skin beneath your touch. "Besides- didn't you once tell me a picnic expert's belly is their ultimate compass?"

"Thahahahhat was mehehehetaphohohohricahaah-AHHAHAL!" He arched beneath you with a high pitched cackle when you pinched around the center of his belly. "STahhahahahap iihihihihiiht!"

"Nope! Now let's see...according to the map...we are here." You drilled a finger into a pudgy part. "And we need to go..." Dragging said finger towards his belly button, you nearly snorted as his laugh grew whistle-like. "Here!" You jabbed at it, earning another squeak. "Think there's anything special here? Hey- what helps with digestion?"

"The Swehehehehehet one- WAHAHAHIT NOHOHOHOOHOHOHO!" Arven all but screamed when you ducked your head, blowing a loud raspberry against his belly. "WHAHAHHHAIT WHHHIIIHIHIY?"

"Figured I'd try it myself and see what it tastes like. You're right- it's rather sweet! Like Raspberries!" You giggled against him while he let out a series of pig snorts, heels kicking helplessly into the ground behind you as he weakly shoved. "I want some more."

"SHIIHIHIHIHIT STAHAHHAHAHHAP!" His guffaws radiated off the walls of the cave while you carried on tickling, bringing your hands into the mix once more. Beside you, Miraidon and Mabosstiff layied side by side, seeming to enjoy the happy sounds around them.

Thanks for reading!

188 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

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Volo Headcanons (Pokemon Legend Arceus)

Heyo! Kinda spontaneous but I got inspired and decided to share some headcanons for my boy Volo!

Volo is a complete wimp in tickle fights. For real- he can’t handle even the sight of someone wiggling their fingers at him- he’ll immediately jump away in giggles!

Want a discount on items in his shop? Tickle him. No really- he’ll break so fast!

His worst spots are his stomach and sides- he’s so tall it's hard for him to defend from such attacks! He doesn’t even try fighting back- tickling him there will send him doubling over and curling into a ball. His other death spot is his neck, but only people close to him are allowed to touch there.

He’s fairly weak to all kinds of tickles, but rougher ones are usually a guaranteed way to wrecking him. He likes softer ones with his S/O though.

Prettiest laugh! He’s got a contagious one that's so inviting and warm it’s near impossible to not laugh along with him! He’ll also snort if you tickle him long enough, so that’s something to keep in mind!

If he does tickle you back (Which he will) he’s incredibly playful about it! Sneak attack tickles? Yes please! He loves poking people in the ribs before scurrying away. If he does stick around to tickle his victims, he’s incredibly teasey about it. “Oh, is this a bad spot?” “What about here? Hm? Aww, are you ticklish?”

Ironically enough he cannot for the life of him handle teases in return. Even the word “tickle” alone makes him blushy and weak.

If your his S/O, he loves post tickle cuddles if your comfortable with them. Them running their fingers through his hair as he catches his breath is one of the most comforting things for him. He’ll gladly return the favor if his S/O’s okay with it. He’s just a big ol’ sweetheart who deserves all the love!

223 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

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[kae-karo]

Kaeya and/or Diluc with the banter prompt "don't tempt me" or "you didn't answer my question"

thank u eternally dear anon for giving me the always-appreciated opportunity to write some kaeluc >:} (send me one of these prompts and a genshin character!)

make me melt again - T - 2k

tags: stranded on a desert island, no i haven’t done the event stuff yet, idk if we even get to that part by the time i post this, but i was inspired, kaeluc reconciliation, canon divergence

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“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Which one? You’ve asked an incessant number of them over the past-” Diluc cuts his words off there. Past how long? The sun has set, of course, so he can be relatively certain that some hours have passed, but the exact number is as yet undeterminable.

And Kaeya is doing his best to make it feel eons longer.

“Have you even been paying attention?” Kaeya chides, coughs out a laugh. How he’s finding this amusing, Diluc isn’t entirely certain. This is very far from enjoyable, though he supposes it isn’t the worst situation he’s ever ended up in.

“I tend to tune out when you speak,” Diluc says as he glances over the fire to where Kaeya watches him, brow quirked.

“Hardly an afternoon on a deserted island, and you’re already rather feisty,” Kaeya says with a laugh. “How long until you raise a sword against me again?”

It’s the again that does it, that snaps Diluc’s neutral, unbothered composure. His jaw tics with irritation - of all the people to end up stuck on an island with, it had to be Kaeya, didn’t it? The one person among an entire world who happens to be particularly adept at pushing his buttons.

“You’re welcome to reminisce to your heart’s content,” he grits out, “but I have little interest in rehashing the past.” There is a reason he put all of that behind him, sequestered all his hurt behind an iron wall and locked it away. He does not need it rearing its ugly head now, when they’ve-

Perhaps not reconciled, but they are at an understanding of sorts. They are able to be in each others’ presence without causing problems, though he supposes such a tenuous alliance might crumble under the weight of hours spent on a deserted island.

With nobody to talk to but Kaeya, and nobody to intervene should things turn any less civil.

Not that Diluc will be the one to raise a hand against Kaeya. Never again - he has long passed that place, that dark well of heartache and betrayal. Teyvat moved on, and so Diluc moved on with it. He presumes that Kaeya has moved on as well.

“It was not a particularly pleasant evening,” Kaeya says, his words accented with the crack of a splitting log. Sparks fly up between them, and Diluc catches Kaeya’s eye. Immediately drops his gaze to the dark pit of the burning logs.

“I don’t care to reminisce over it either,” Kaeya adds once the fire has settled. His voice sounds...different. Quieter, less...gods, he can’t believe he’s dredging this word up in relation to Kaeya, but it’s less seductive. So very unlike Kaeya, or at least, the Kaeya that Diluc knows now.

He wasn’t always like that, so inclined to charm every person he meets. So flippant with his flirting that it sets Diluc’s nerves on edge just to be near him.

“We never really talked about it, did we?” Kaeya’s voice carries a hint of humor, and an outright invitation to talk about it now, in spite of his words just a moment ago. Diluc clenches his jaw, fights back the hundred-and-one questions that had burned in his chest after that night. It has taken a very long time to quiet them, and he does not particularly think that they bear any relevance now.

“What is there to discuss,” Diluc says, and means it rhetorically. Kaeya shifts, sticks a leg out and toes his boot off.

“A lot of things, I think.” His other boot joins the first a safe distance from the fire along with his socks, and Kaeya pulls his knees up and leans back on his hands as his toes dig into the sand. “You kissed me the night before that.”

Diluc’s gaze flicks to the side, to the ocean, and he stares hard at the soft flicker of the moon’s reflection on distant waves.

‘And what if I want to?’ Kaeya’d asked. What if he did want to kiss Diluc, then what?

‘Well...I wouldn’t stop you…’ The bravest Diluc could get, even with Kaeya. Far less terrifying to face a horde of hilichurls than to admit how desperately, in that moment, he’d wanted Kaeya to kiss him.

‘But you don’t want me to, do you?’ Bait, he knew it even then, but it didn’t stop him from riding that spark of defiance as far as it would take him. Far enough to lean into Kaeya, push him against the nearest wall and press his lips to Kaeya’s.

“So you do remember,” Kaeya says quietly - this Kaeya, in the present. On a deserted island across a dying fire from Diluc, after so very many years of careful avoidance.

“Of course I do.” How could he forget the rush of heat flooding his veins, the spark in his chest flaring to life at the taste of Kaeya’s lips? The desperate hands at his waist, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. His own hands searching, too, clinging to Kaeya like he’d dreamed about doing for ages.

No, he might bury it deep in his chest, but moments like those do not disappear entirely.

“But you think that’s not something we need to discuss, is that it?” Kaeya quips easily, and Diluc glances back to find his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, now, his scarf and cape discarded. He looks...lighter, this way. Unburdened, but not by the weight of his excessive accessorizing. More that he seems unburdened by the weight of the persona, the facade.

And out here, who would he have to pretend for? Diluc has certainly never believed the performance.

“I think it happened a very long time ago.” And…

And what? He hears it in his tone, the unfinished nature of his statement. And Diluc fears to even discuss that night, for the fact that it might dredge up feelings he has never quite managed to destroy? He can hardly say that to Kaeya, he’d never hear the end of it.

To Diluc’s surprise, though, Kaeya only hums. Stares into the distance beyond Diluc for a long moment, his gaze unfocused. How does he remember that night? Fondly?

“It must’ve been easy, then.” A pause, intentional, and Diluc refuses to rise to the bait. He waits, and Kaeya continues after another beat of silence. “To cast me out if you never truly felt anything for me.”

The meaning of his words processes slowly, leisurely, a perfect match for the faint breeze that twists through Kaeya’s hair, carries on to brush against Diluc’s cheeks. The soft moment splits in two at the sound of another cracking log, and Diluc grits his teeth.

“Is that what you believe?” His words come out on a harsh breath, low and quiet. Kaeya leans forward, wraps his arms around his knees.

“Is it not true?” Bait, Diluc’s mind supplies unhelpfully, but he will not let Kaeya sit here and tell him that it was easy, that Kaeya meant nothing to him.

That it did not break his heart when Kaeya told the truth of his past.

“It is not,” Diluc says shortly, and he dares to level a stare at Kaeya. Kaeya meets his gaze in turn, and by all accounts, it should be flippant. Should be easy and light, and Kaeya should scoff and dismiss Diluc’s words.

The stare he gives is not any of those things, though. Kaeya watches intensely, with sharp focus and tensed muscles, and Diluc is not entirely prepared to handle the sudden weight of his gaze.

A subtle, faint smile flickers to the edge of Kaeya’s lips, a daring thing for how rigid he looks right now.

“Tell me it hurt,” he says then, quiet. Voice laced with a years-old ache that Diluc feels in his chest, and he’s seventeen again - eighteen, almost, just about. Tomorrow. But right now, he and Kaeya find a hidden alcove in the back of the library, and Kaeya kisses him until he can’t catch his breath.

“It hurt.” The words hurt, too, but he says them. Speaks them to the fire and knows that they pass through the flames to reach Kaeya.

“Did you regret it?” Cautious, probing. Diluc blows out a breath.

“For a very long time, I did not.” His gaze flicks up, just enough to meet Kaeya’s for a brief moment before he turns toward the ocean again. “I feel...differently now.”

The closest he can bear to admitting that he lost not one, but two irreplaceable people in his life that night. And that one loss was entirely his own fault, even if he’s learned to forgive himself for his father’s death.

“Time changes things,” Kaeya agrees, and Diluc watches from the corner of his eye as Kaeya shifts, climbs to his feet. “Care to see if it’s changed anything else?”

Diluc’s heart catches up to the words a moment too late, then redoubles its efforts at the idea of what Kaeya could be implying. He swallows, inhales dying fire smoke and grasps within his mind for anything to steady him.

A hand appears before him, then, the lifeline doomed to drag him under, and Diluc’s gaze drifts up to find Kaeya standing over him, a gentle smile on his lips. Not teasing, not put-upon or overly seductive.

Just Kaeya.

And oh, Diluc’s heart aches, begs him to reach out and take Kaeya’s hand.

“There’s nobody here,” Kaeya says softly. “Just us.”

Diluc lets his gaze fall again, back to Kaeya’s outstretched hand. He shifts carefully, lets his heart guide his hand to take Kaeya’s. And oh, the way his heart races when Kaeya’s smile widens.

He pulls Diluc to his feet, then huffs out an amused breath that puts Diluc immediately on guard.

“Are you not sweltering?” Kaeya’s free hand tugs gently at the lapel of his jacket, though, and Diluc’s brows furrow.

“Trying to undress me?” he asks, entirely deadpan, but it pulls such a sweet laugh from Kaeya’s lips that Diluc has to fight a grin of his own.

“I’m trying to prevent heatstroke, but don’t tempt me.” An amused warning, and Diluc sucks in a sharp breath at the hand that skates across his chest, the thumb that hooks around the inside of his jacket. “May I?”

Diluc holds his breath, finds it impossible to do anything but nod.

He will admit - though not to Kaeya - that he’s grateful for the cool night breeze that his jacket had kept at bay. Kaeya sets it alongside his own discarded accessories, then glances down at Diluc’s feet.

“Fine,” Diluc grumbles as he sets about removing his boots as well. At this rate, Kaeya won’t be satisfied til he’s-

A flush crawls up Diluc’s cheeks, and he rushes to discard his boots and socks alongside Kaeya’s. And, to his relief, Kaeya seems to find Diluc’s state of partial undress satisfactory. Again, he extends a hand, and Diluc does not hesitate to take it this time.

He leads Diluc across the sand, vaguely in the direction of the water, and Diluc takes a moment to- to miss this. The comfort of Kaeya’s presence, when it’s so often been little more than an irritation. He lets his steps waver closer to Kaeya, until they walk with their shoulders brushing. Kaeya does not pull away.

The water is cold when they reach it - or, rather, when it reaches them. It curls its way up the shore to meet them, and Kaeya draws to a stop as it swallows his feet for a moment. Diluc turns to watch him, to watch the sea breeze whip at his hair and pull it back from his face.

His eye remains closed for a long moment, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and his hand tightens in Diluc’s in the short second before he opens his eye again, catches Diluc staring. His smile widens.

“What do you think, Luc?” Diluc’s heart stops beating for a breath. “Has anything changed?”

He steps closer, hears his blood rushing in time with the waves, and lifts his hand to Kaeya’s cheek. Thinks that he missed this, that he did not expect to ever have it again. To ever want it again, but here it is. Here he is, and here Kaeya is.

And once again, he does not answer Kaeya’s question. Just leans in, lets his lips brush Kaeya’s, and melts into the feeling of Kaeya pressed against him.

No, he might’ve said. Everything has changed, but not this. Never this.

[softykooky]

bro ,,, the dramatic running away scene ,that shit made me feel like y/n's sum princess runnin away in a large poofy gown or smth,, and jk FINALLY chasing her is that cherry on top ,, ur work is so amazing im so thankful that u wrote this im blown away by ur talent and if possible r u gonna write ur thoughts abt it perhaps ?ngl i wanna read how u came up with the storyline n how everything came to be ,, but if u dont then its fine !! i just like seeing an authors thoughts on their work lol ilysm

the poofy dress was actually what I was imagining in my head!! except I didn’t write it because I was like no violet, too much lol. I don’t know if you are a telepath, but I’ve been waiting for someone to pop in my inbox and ask me this exact question hehe, so thank you for wondering about my creative process! I love sharing that but I didn’t think anyone wanted to know about it. I think THOABH will always be my baby, because it’s my first relatively larger piece that I’m proud of, and that I’ve been receiving an INSANE amount of love for. 

I actually first thought of it when I had major writer’s block for “sanctuary”, and I googled different love story writing prompts. There was a quote on this one website that gave me the inspiration for writing about someone who kept sculpting the face of an old flame, not knowing why. That’s where I got the idea to make Jungkook an art student, and since I needed a way to introduce Y/N into his life, I decided to make her his muse. 

So this story probably took me a little over a month to write, but I’ve been sitting on the idea for a while. I knew that I wanted to write a soulmate au, but I didn’t want to make it any regular soulmate au. I wanted there to be a lot of tension and conflict (because I’m a masochist and that’s what I like to write). Honestly, this whole piece was centered around what I like to read, and with every step, I imagined myself in the position of the audience instead of the author. I wanted both Y/N and Jungkook to have to go through these difficulties in their love lives so they can mature enough to find each other. That’s part of the reason why I included all of the other boys in the story as well! Almost as if they all help push Jungkook and Y/N closer. Everything else I wrote just kind of came together as I went with the flow. 

Writing it, I struggled a lot with how to gradually make Jungkook fall in love with Y/N, and vice versa. I wanted him to be very cold in the beginning, a little bit of an asshole and then grow warm. I think looking back at it now, the transition was a little bit choppy and kind of sudden, but that’s more room to improve in the future!! It was also hard for me to come up with the dialogue between Jungkook and Y/N, without making all their conversations redundant or boring. 

Anon, whenever you are curious about my writing process in the future, please do not hesitate to send an ask! I love sharing this with people when they want to hear it :)) You are so lovely and kind, and I’m so glad I am able to write something that you can enjoy. <3

[mistymark]

the one with the annotations.

dong sicheng x reader // 3.7k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which sicheng keeps writing in the books at the library and it should be obvious but that’s,,, not,,, allowed???

warnings: none its just fluff, theres some humour if u like,, squint

requested; yes :D - “Enemies to lovers 👀 with sicheng? Love your writing btw 💕” from anon

notes; based on this prompt: ”You’ve got to stop returning books full of corrections and spiteful comments in red pen bc I can’t stop reading them and my boss gives me disapproving glares when I laugh at the funny ones

ohhhhh boi

so while you were at uni you had a part time job at the library

because surprise surprise as a lit major you like books

shocker there

you always tried to work the late shifts, closing up and doing the returns

just because it was easy and relaxing organising and restacking the books

but soon you wished you took the earlier shifts

because of dong sicheng

not to be dramatic but

your long rival

he started coming to the library to borrow books

because that’s kind of the point of a library

but he ended up liking the environment for studying

and would stay there for hours just to study

and you’d admire his hardworking nature

if he left on time, that is

you would do the rounds ten minutes before closing

just to tell everyone like

‘hey, we’ll be closing in around ten minutes if you want to begin packing up’

but this bitch

would nEVER PACK UP ON TIME

you’d end up standing at his table with your bag and the keys in your hand

tapping on the wood to try and get his attention

and him slowly packing up afterwards

even tho he kNOWS you want to go home

‘you’re just as slow as you were in kindergarten hey?’

and he’d be so furious

‘you know you cheated’

‘I don’t remember any such thing’

and maybe you did maybe you didn’t

you were like four years old

as if you’d remember a race you won when you were that age

he just rolls his eyes and leaves as you lock the doors

you leave in the other direction

happily leaving him behind

but he stops by every Monday Tuesday and Thursday night to study

which are the days you work as well

he acts like it’s just part of his schedule 

but he worked out if he came in on Wednesday’s he didn’t have the opportunity to annoy you

and honestly?

annoying you at the end of your shift and after a long session of studying was the highlight of his night

but he keeps borrowing books

and you’re like

whatever

until he borrows this new book you’ve been wanting to read for ages

and you were low-key so bitter

this lil bitch has no way of knowing you wanted that book but somehow he does and that’s the only reason he’s borrowed it

even though,, he literally had no idea lmao

tbh u probably would have wanted to talk to him about the books he reads bc u have very similar taste

okay the same taste

but he’s such an asshole ur like nah fam

anyways he returns it after a week

boy reads fast ok

and when he goes to drop it in the returns box

you just take it from his hand and scan it under your name straight away

and put it under the desk so no one else can borrow it

and when there’s a lull in the work at the library

you reach under the table for the book and rifle through it

and you notice a few pencil marks

and upon further inspection you realise they’re comments referencing certain parts of the book

and you do nOT stand for vandalism

but some of them are fuckin hilarious not gonna lie

on the page you just happened to open

you can see there’s a comment beside a passage of text depicting a fight scene

‘this would kill someone wtf’

and u laugh and wonder who had done this

like the book had only been out for a little while

and u finish it in just less than a week

bc u read a lot during your shifts

probably a lot more than you should tbh

and seriously the comments made the book better

you hadn’t laughed so hard at random commentary so much

like the words were exactly what you were thinking

you couldnt help it

while ur putting some of the books back in the middle of your shift

!!!! you see another book that u might like !!! 

not to judge a book by its cover butttttttt

it looks like ur type oop-

and after flipping through it

to get an idea of font size and chapter length cause ur a whole nerd like that

u see it ALSO has pencil markings

in the borders and underlining sentences

and without even thinking u borrow it

just to read the funny comments again

and ur boss comes up to you during your shift and is like

‘have you seen someone’s been writing in the books? look at this’

and thrusts a book in ur face

and ur like ??????? okay chill I’ll look

and u read the writing she’s pointing at

the familiar loopy handwriting adorning the page

and it says ‘I hope she throws her drink in his face’

when u read the paragraph for context

u realise it’s a confession scene

a few lines down the mystery person has written ‘called it.’

and u can’t help but laugh

like come on that was funny

but ur boss doesn’t agree

she just asks you to find out who’s doing it so they can be suspended from the library

or charged with vandalism

or something

she wants vengeance

u roll ur eyes and go to one of the staff computers

scrolling through the lists of borrowers for that specific book

and it’s a fuckin library that book has been borrowed a loT

2031 times ???????????????

you almost fall of your chair tbh

then someone clears their throat in front of u

and u immediately apologise as u try and get the right tab up to process the borrower’s book

but once u look at the person in front of u

you wish you hadn’t been so nice

sicheng stands in front of you

a grin on his face as he hands you another book

smug bitch is so happy he startled u

‘looking at porn on the library computer, yn?’

u laugh

‘I’m not u in 8th grade’

he glares at you as he takes his book and goes back to his desk to continue studying

u were soooo hoping he’d leave

even tho u kinda enjoyed looking at him

like dude was hot okay

what were u supposed to do????

ur actual job????

please.

so he stays

and when it’s ten minutes til closing

u go and let everyone know

and u stop at sichengs table

and he’s writing out notes or something

idk it’s not like u care anyway lol

but he’s lowkey frustrated bc he keeps messing up this one goddamn formula

so he erases it

and that’s when u catch a glimpse of his handwriting

and bruh am I high or is that the exact same handwriting as in the books

I mean he has borrowed a few of the books

and he’s into that genre

not that you've checked out his borrowed list or anything

basically ur having this whole conversation with yourself in your head

bc ur cool like that

and he’s like ????? why this bitch standing over my shoulder and watching me write out this equation

until he’s like ‘what are u doing’

and ur like !!!!! oh hi !!! sorry I was busy listening to the voices in my head lmao xD

jk jk

‘have u been writing in the books’

and suddenly he’s super shy

and he has this massive grin

and he’s like ‘no’

bitch we know it was u stfu

u roll ur eyes and ur like ‘its not funny my boss wants you to be suspended’

he squints at you

‘how do you even know it was me’

and then:

‘DO YOU HAVE E V I D E N C E’

and u cross your arms

like a badass bitch

and ur like ‘I have plenty of evidence actually’

‘for one, youve borrowed all the books that have been found with writing’

‘and your handwriting matches’

subconsciously he covers his notebook with his arm to hide his handwriting

and he's like ‘why are u telling me this’

you're taken aback by the question tbh

like ?????? to be a good person ??????

idk u fuckwit just wanted to warn you

‘thought you'd want to know’

and he just turns back to his book

and you shrug and walk away like ok get suspended then see if I care

but u do :((

but as you walk away hes like

‘wait’

‘Im gonna be suspended??’

and u nod like ye that's what I just said but ok

‘like I cant borrow or I cant come in at all?’

u don't know tbh

‘both I think?’

and suddenly there's panic in his eyes

another person walks past u and thanks u

and u mindlessly tell them to have a good night as they leave

everyone has left

except sicheng of course

that beautiful son of a-

wait why did u say beautiful

‘what can I do to nOT get suspended??’

and u shrug bc idk dude not my problem

but then u think about it

‘I mean if u get rid of the evidence theres no way u can be suspended, right?’

and he seems so happy at the thought

‘would you help me? please?’

and ur sooooooo skeptical

‘depends. what do u want to me to do?’

‘I mean I need access to the books so’

‘yeah ill let u in and out’

‘I can't exactly just erase the markings when people could be watching’

and that's exactly how you end up sitting in the library with dong sicheng at 11pm at night rifling through books to find odd pencil markings to erase

it wasnt that hard

u just got his record up

*snorts* ‘you borrowed ‘how to talk to girls’ when we were thirteen’

and he just rolled his eyes and marched to the computer like ‘you can see my record I deserve to see yours’

and ur like NOOOOOO nononononono

but later

‘you've read all the light-fighter novels??’

he looks at you from where hes searching for one of the books on the list, an eyebrow raised

‘yeah why’

‘dude,, I loved those books’

and he smiles a little

‘thats where I started marking the books tbh, every time I read it id add a little cross in the corner of the cover bc I read it so often’

part of u is a little impressed

the other is annoyed at how similar your taste in books is

but the first part keeps asking why u hate him so much

other than the staying late and the snarky comments

which you actually find kinda funny-

anyways

once you've gathered up a few of the books

like at least ten each

you sit on the floor of the childrens section

beanbags sprawled out beneath you as u read through some of the books

most of them you've read before

and every time you giggle at something hes written his smile gets a little bigger

but of course youre looking at the book so you dont notice

and he keeps his head down

‘is it bad that im hungry’

you lift your head from the book to look at sicheng

hes not even reading anymore hes just lounging back on the beanbags

and maybe he'd been watching u read

watching as the smile on your face grew wider at his commentary

‘I didnt see you leave tonight. have u eaten?’

you furrow your brows in thought, trying to recall having seen him leave

‘you been watching me, y/n?’

‘have you been eating, sicheng?’

and there's something about the way you say his name that makes his heart jump

his voice is soft as he looks at you in the dark

‘no’

you focus back on the book in front of you

‘finish whatever book youre on and we’ll call it a night’

‘what, you wanna go eat?’ 

you cant tell if hes just surprised or if hes hopeful

or something else

‘no but I do want to sleep’

you laugh and he forces a laugh too

you dont notice the difference

when you've returned all the books

he meets you at the front door as you grab the book you'd been reading that shift

hes just standing by the door on his phone

and maybe its bc ur tired or maybe its just him

but u cant help thinking

Jesus Christ this boy is attractive

and okay maybe u had a crush on him a few years ago

but hey! you were eleven what could u do

the crush still lasted like two years tho lmao

but u shoulder your bag and open the door for him

making sure to lock it carefully

and he walks with you in the direction of your apartment

and ur like oh u live this way too?

and hes like nah

but what kind of boy would he be if he didnt accompany home

like christ y/n u could be h u r t out here at this time of night

but you just smile at him bc wow thats ??? actually ??? kinda sweet

‘who are u and what have u done with dong sicheng’

and there goes his heart again

he just nudges u with his elbow 

and u laugh at him and continue on ur way

when u get to ur building he thanks u for ur help in the most polite way possible

and u can kind of see that hes actually rlly nice ??? how ???

but hes back at the library the next day

and of course he comes up to the counter as soon as he spots you

sneaking around a few desks so u dont hear him come up behind you to whisper ‘BOO!’ in your ear

you jump like three feet in the air and spin around to tell him to get out from behind the desk

‘I dont see a nametag on u that means u have to be on THAT side of the desk thank u very much’

‘didnt realise your name tag said bitch on it geeeez y/n ://’

and u just fix him with a glare once hes finally on the right side

‘are u borrowing a book or not’

‘nuP’

he leans on the desk

his eyes staring straight into yours

‘just wanted to ask if u were able to stay back tonight’

you roll ur eyes

you'd barely gotten any sleep last night

but the look of concern on his face when he realises youre hesitating makes you nod

‘of course,, wouldnt want my least favourite person to get kicked out’

‘I always knew you had a soft spot for me’

you roll ur eyes aGAiN

‘go bother someone else’

‘oh is the hot librarian in?’

you push him away from the desk

but he doesnt miss the faint smile on ur lips

‘sicheng dont make me give you $100 in overdue book fees’

he sticks his hands up at the threat, his eyes wide

‘no. please. ill do anything’

when u raise an eyebrow at him, he just grabs the book you'd been reading (and not yet borrowed) and walks away

and he winks too

u have to stop your heart from beating out of its chest

and later

its 8pm and the library is officially closing

and for the past three hours you'd been walking to sicheng’s desk and subtly been trying to steal your book back

but every single time hes seen you coming

and pulled the book under the desk or into his lap

away from your grabbing hands

every. single. time.

you tap your foot impatiently at him when its time to continue ur undercover project

and he smiles down at his notebook when he hears u huff in annoyance at him

he dramatically looks up at you

‘do you need something?!’

‘do you want to get suspended?!’

he narrows his eyes at you but stands up anyway

he carefully puts his things in his bag and takes the list of books from your hands

a few of them are already crossed out as having been checked and erased

but theres still a lot to go

it takes you almost three weeks to finally get to the last day

and it had been the same thing every time;

sicheng took forever to pack up

you'd eventually find about ten books each

sit in the children’s section

laugh and chat about your lives while you went through the books

tease each other

and when you'd finished,

he'd walk you home

every single time

without fail

it became a habit that on the Tuesdays he'd stop by on his way to his morning class to drop coffee off for you

because he'd kept you up the night before

and it became easy to lose track of time with sicheng

he was just so engaging

there was no part of you that felt bored or uncomfortable with him

yeah he was annoying and infuriating

but his good book taste made up for it

and his annotations in the margins of the books too

‘is this the last of them?’

he squints down at the page again, counting the books on the table again

its the third time hes counted

‘surely ive read more than this’

‘not from this library ://’

you blow your hair out from your face and look down at the pile

‘you know, I think my manager is starting to get really suspicious of me’

‘why’ he looks up briefly from his book to read your face

but you try and remain calm

‘well she only told me about the markings right. and now theyre disappearing’

he looks at you like ?????

‘well she knows ive been closing up late... I think she thinks I did it’

he laughs ‘you? has she met you?’

you pout and throw a pillow at him

‘HEY! what's that supposed to mean :((’

‘it means ive never met someone who's so protective over books as you’

you think about it, chewing ur bottom lip

‘lets just finish this’

‘do u want to get food after’

he surprises you with the sudden question

and the slight nervousness thats evident on his face really makes you want to say yes

but you have a class tomorrow

and you always try and finish up here earlier on a Thursday night

‘cant :((’

he nods and goes back to readng

theres silence for a while

but you find it comfortable

sicheng on the other hand, feels as though hes just been shot down

like

you just turned down his date

you've kinda noticed hes more reserved now

quiet

but rlly hes just kind of embarrassed

until u say something that gives him hope

‘I,, uh, I dont have plans tomorrow night’

and ngl boy is stunned

‘just if u wanted to go see a movie or something idk’

now its ur turn to be embarrassed

u hope ur hair is hiding ur face as u look back down at the book in ur lap bc no doubt ur blushing

but sicheng is just staring at you

and

before even saying anything

he leans over the gap between you

with all the books

and hovers in front of your face

ur so shocked and ur heart is beating way too hard and fast and ur breathing is too quick to be normal are you having an attack I dont know-

and then he leans forward a little bit more

and his lips meet yours

and suddenly its like a fireworks display went off inside you

and then its almost midnight on a Thursday night and ur sitting in the children's section of your workplace in the beanbags with sicheng cupping ur face and kissing you

he just really needed to kiss you

like more than he needed air

and when u finally pull back

he loves how breathless you are

how you have to fight to keep the smile off your face

how you stare at him with wide eyes

‘so its a date then?’

you blush even redder

and nod

‘ye its a date :))’

but for the next fifteen minutes you sit in stunned silence together

small smiles playing on your faces

until u look at your watch and ur like

‘shit sicheng I have to go’

and his eyes widen bc holy crap u were supposed to leave like half an hour ago

so u both sprint around the library trying to put all the books back

and he meets you at the door again after you've grabbed the keys and made sure everything that needed to be locked was,,, u know,, locked

and when ur walkign to the door again

hes on his phone

u cant see but hes texting his friends about what happened lmao what a softie

and when u walk out together

without thinking he grabs your hand

and u walk home

hand in hand

after midnight

he clears his throat

‘so uh,, when actually is our date’

‘my last class ends at 5-’

‘so 5 it is’

‘are u sure??’

he nods happily

and he presses a gentle kiss to ur forehead when u get to ur doorstep

‘ill see u tomorrow’

but the next day

when u come out of your last class

a little giddy

a little too excited

and see him leaning against one of the stone pillars

effortlessly handsome

you feel your heart flip

and maybe ur just tired or maybe its him

but hes really attractive

like really really attractive

its actually just that youre in love with him

he doesnt see you coming

too focused on something on his phone

but he definitely sees you when you push his hand out to the side and step onto ur toes to kiss him

and u can feel him smile a little as he kisses you back

‘ready for that date?’

‘yeah, where are we going’

‘so I was thinking we could go to the libra- HEY! dont hit me I was j o k i n g y/n jesus christ’

[littleteatimestories]

writing prompt 101 with MTMTE Megatron please? Bonus if the reader is the one saying "you're tolerable". Thank u!

(Image Source: TF Wiki)

Prompt: @ourwritingprompts’s #101 “I love you.” “You’re tolerable.” || Pairing: With MTMTE Megatron ||| As requested by a mysterious Anon

A/N: Hey, guyths!!! Long time no see, right? I’m so sorry for not being able to update anything. I got really busy with work and I always ended up watching TV series during my free time. But, here it is! Another request fulfilled and updated! Finally, I’ve actually done something! So, as you can all read, this is a drabble prompt about MTMTE Megsy and I really hope that the dear anon (whoever you are, if you’re still out there) will be able to like this. I’m proud to say that the poem y’all going to encounter was inspired by William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29. Anyone familiar about this will probably recognize that I borrowed one of the playwright’s lines in there. Anyway, enjoy this one and if you want a prompt request, make sure to check this 🔖 first before making any attempts. Godspeed!

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Budget meeting… How boring… You yawned practically for the fourth time now, trying to focus your attention on the different graphs displayed on the screen. The words were Cybetronian, but thanks to Brainstorm, you were given hi-tech glasses where the foreign words were automatically translated to your native language.

Ultra Magnus was still blabbering. You already wanted to end this, but knowing him, he can get pretty long. You already saw Rodimus playing with his datapad since you can see his tongue (whatever the Cybertronian equivalent term for that is) sticking out to which your TIC was completely ignoring. You turned your attention to your SIC, Megatron, who was diligently listening to the report. Well, good for him because as the selected liaison of Earth, you were tasked to keep an eye on him (and the rest of the Lost Light crew as well). You were like keeping the diplomatic relations between the ex-warlord and the crew (and also making sure that he’s not going to plan on invading Earth again). So far, it seemed everything’s fine.

You puffed out a breath and kept on wishing that this meeting would be over soon.

***

Megatron kept shifting his attention between Ultra Magnus’s report and to you. Actually, he mostly focuses on you when you were not looking at him. It had been six months since you came on board of the Lost Light. To admit that it was love at first sight that pulled his attentiveness towards you was an understatement; too cliché even. But, that was the truth. His brain module was like malfunctioning crazily just the thought of you.

If you think he was taking notes of Ultra Magnus’s report in his datapad, believe it or not, he was actually composing a poem; a love poem, to be exact. He had been arranging this for a while now and edited and repeated it many times. At first, he wanted to constitute the idea of your beauty. However, it turned foreboding that he had to entirely make another one. He tried again and it was still perturbing. He can’t seem to shake the fact that he was and will always be the mass murderer who everyone would associate with.

That’s why he always had this feeling that he didn’t deserve to be loved; that he didn’t deserve to have your love especially because he tried to kill your planet.

***

I long for a different path or route

Though it seems that I can’t have that at all

For I look at myself, I curse my fate

For how I wish I can have your love–

‘No, no! Don’t ever put that!’ Megatron mused. He was once again back to square one. His previous poem was a disaster. It was like he was pining over you on it and it frustrated him. He didn’t want to long over you because he knew couldn’t have you. It was impossible, after all.

After the meeting, he went back to his habsuite quickly. He had to find more inspiration on how he could express his adoration without looking like he actually wanted you in his life (though he really wanted that). He grumbled. He didn’t even know why he had to stress over this when he can always tend to other things.

‘You know what, forget about this. It won’t matter-‘ His thoughts were interrupted when his habsuite doorbells rang. He knew immediately who it was since that doorbell was designed only for you so that they could open their large doors for you.

He ex-vented anxiously and tried to remain calm.

‘Everything’s going to be fine, Megatron,’ he told himself and pushed a button to open his door.

***

You waved at him with a smile. After the meeting, you thought he went to the bar. You searched for him, but didn’t catch sight of him. You were delayed a bit when Tailgate scooped you up in an embrace and cooed you to hang out with him and Cyclonus. You told him that you needed to check on Megatron, which you were returned with an, “Awww! But, (Y/n)…!” It was a good thing that Cyclonus saved you and dragged Tailgate away from you. You sighed in relief at that time.

“I didn’t see you at the bar so I came in here,” you said. “Just wanted to check up on you. Are you okay? I feel like you’re being a little distant or something.”

***

That surprised him. “No, no! Not at all! I was just…” He was looking for an excuse. “I… needed to summarize Ultra Magnus’s report. It was rather long and Rodimus needs a more simplistic explanation of it.” Finally, he found one.

Just gazing at your innocent expression, his brain module was being frantic again. How he come to love any expressions you give to him was out of context and yet, he came to adore those.

He waited for your answer.

***

You nodded your head slowly. “I see. So, I guess you’re busy then. But, do drop by at Swerve’s once you’re done. It’s not like everybody hates you now. They already know you’ve completely changed. And if some of them don’t, I’ll have to remind them.”

Megatron smiled sheepishly. “That’s very nice of you, (Y/n). Yes, I am aware that everyone, if not all, doesn’t hate me that much anymore. I’m just… busy at the moment.” He loathed to lie like this, but for some reasons, he had to.

He saw you beamed. “Okay. I’ll see you then.” He longingly watched you walk away from him. Unconsciously, his lip plate was reaching upwards even more.

‘I think I just found my inspiration.’

***

I long for a different path or route,

Though it seems that I can’t have that at all,

For I look at myself, I curse my fate,

Wishing to myself that there could be hope,

To desire to be everybody else,

Desiring this to have done something good,

With my past, I enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

I see your smile almost so radiating,

Like those clichéd romantic comedies,

Just thinking of you is enough for me

You amaze me every day of my life,

For your sweet love remembered such wealth brings,

That I scorn to think who I was before.

You read the poem over and over. It actually surprised you that he would do you a sonnet and that just warmed your heart. He didn’t say outright that “I love you”, but you got the idea that he couldn’t say it because he was afraid to say it. He feared his past as a murderer of billions of lives and thought he didn’t earn to have such caring feelings to anyone except for redemption. You knew he had come a long way and he proved to have really changed for the better.

You can’t say for certain if you could return his feelings, but, what the hell. He needs this and you’ll give it to him.

***

You were in an another meeting, this time, accident reports. Ultra Magnus is taking the lead again (because he couldn’t persuade Rodimus to do the reporting, for the life of him). As the boring reporting went on, you sent a message to Megatron.

***

Megatron’s datapad vibrated.

You have (1) message(s) from (Y/n).

As he was about to open it, another vibration occurred.

You have (2) message(s) from (Y/n).

He finally opened it.

(Y/n):

Thanks for that poem. You really didn’t have to do that. :)

“You’re tolerable” by the way

He replied,

What does that mean?

Not mere seconds later, there was an instant response.

(Y/n):

Uh… It means what it means. I felt the same

And from that moment, you were able to gaze at one another with huge smiles on your faces.

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

ASKS (28)

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Anonymous said: Hi ily💓

I love you too! There is love in my heart and you may take some

Anonymous said: Hey hey hey Amesssss!!! what was the first fic you ever wrote?

Well. Technically the first written piece was a play I wrote at around 13? It was about all of the characters from the Percy Jackson series watching Disney’s Hercules together

My first bat fic was this one, back in I want to say 2014

Anonymous said: You are a snack . So cute ❤❤❤❤

[Lizzo voice] baby I’m the whole damn meal 

Anonymous said: You may’ve done badly but you looked fine as heck doing it. (I’m aroace—I’m not hitting on you, I promise). Besides, everybody has off days. Even lawyers.

akhfasufgdlfeas I appreciate the clarification <3

Anonymous said: For my summer job I went through a lawyer’s disaster of an office and let me tell you. 90% of it was Westlaw printouts. Those things are the effing best. They tell you what’s going on, they give you the info you need, they’re not weirdly complicated and hard to find—Westlaw. It may be prohibitively expensive and a symptom of the flaws in our legal system, but by golly it’s the best option.

When you hit that “forms” button......... the magic....... the beauty.....

andromeda270 said: My legal research class got us two free weeks of westlaw(I’m still in college) and when I didn’t finish a paper I made a free trial for the wrong site but they emailed me anyway asking if I was interested in buying and could they talk over the phone. I fessed up and they gave me another free week to work on a paper for some class

That’s how they get you!!!!

collidinglegends said: Lexis is shinier, WestLaw is better

Amen babe

Anonymous said: Please sleep

Who’s got the time

Anonymous said: hi !! quick question . I’ve followed you for a while and i think i asked you this previously but im not sure... do you write Duke ?? would you be comfortable writing him if i sent in a prompt including others in the fam ?

Sure, if I like the prompt. I write Duke every once in awhile, although I wouldn’t say I’m confident doing it. He’s a fairly new character and I stopped reading weeklys about the time I hit law school three years ago

Anonymous said: Hope you feel better soon... I'll pray for you

Ah thank you friend I appreciate you

areverieofchaosdreams said: I'm probably pretty late to this cause I'm not great at time, but your thing is making All the Feelings tm. But in a good way. You and dapanda were the first batfam blogs I ever followed, and it's been a helluva ride. Your way of writing things just pulls me in a way that few do, so thank you. :)

A single tear falls from my lashes, followed by several more because I cry a lot 

hades-in-a-handbag said: Your thing is being the embodiment of goth mom energy Don't know if it's just your literal handle or what but you're so encouraging and motherly and also dark and emotionally scaring with your writing. Very sweet, very spooky

goth mom energy 

Anonymous said: Omgggg ames, ginny is so grown up!!!!!

She is! She’s a teenager 

morallyunequivocal said: not a prompt but oh no i just made myself sad with that last ask

that’s a mood

Anonymous said: You make plushies? Wtf, how did you get to be so talented and adorable at so many things. You’re amazing and I hope law school goes well.

Oh you’re so so sweet

Anonymous said: What law school things have you learned that you could see the bat family deals by with?

Well, I’ve had to take classes about forming and maintaining businesses, finding tax loopholes, writing and litigating contracts, and real property. Those are all things that WE would deal with on the regular. I also took classes on juvenile and adult criminal law, evidence, and police misconduct, which all seem Bat-relevant. At this exact moment I’m taking family law, which would include adoptions, and I have in the past taken classes about trusts and estates.

Anonymous said: Noooooooo no nono 🙏🙏🙏 dont ignore her 💔

Bad kittens get ignored instead of cuddled

crayolapumpkins said: hope the printing isn't too boring !! + I'm loving the fics , your work is always *chef's kiss* !! thank u for ur hard work ✨✨✨

[heart eyes]

Anonymous said: Since you have a big brother and a tiny sister, with that huge gap, what do you feel when you see those Dick & Damian fics or headcanons where Dick sees Damian as both a brother and a son? I know it's kind of canon now, but fandom has even gone as far as having Dick adopt Damian in various situations. Their age gap and their positions in the family allows for that kind of dynamic and I know it's reality for a lot of people too. But what's Your opinions on this? And maybe your brother's?

Huh, that’s a good question. My littlest brother and I are ten years apart, and Dave will tell you flat out I’m his favorite sibling because when I’m home we do everything together. I think the thing those fics are collectively missing is that there doesn’t need to be a brother/father hybrid because the role of Older Sibling With Age Gap is already its own distinct thing. 

Dave and I don’t have the same dynamic as the kids I actively grew up with. We had very limited contact during his growing up years, because I was off at school. Now that he’s a teenager, we communicate like adults but with the caveat that I am In Charge. I dictate the agenda, and I make the decisions unless I choose to delegate them. 

I’ve indulged a request about an adoption before, but I don’t really like that idea very much. Like I said, I don’t feel the need to add “father” into a dynamic that already exists on its own. 

hollyhock13 said: Listen. You’re a middle kid, but not the middle middle kid. You’re towards the older end, but not the oldest. Maybe second or third, depending on how many siblings you have

Correct!

Anonymous said: That is the coolest blanket I've ever seen!!

Isn’t it just 

Anonymous said: We're having a big adoption event tomorrow in Houston and we sent all the animals in our shelter down there. Our supervisors are in Houston too so us few kennel techs left at the shelter are scrubbing the place from top to bottom. We have music playing on the loud speaker and just ordered pizza. It's a great day. :)

:D

Anonymous said: Pls continue the Tim and hallucination Damian thing im on edge

Anonymous said: Bls bls bls continue the tim hallucinating dami fic, bc its killing me in the best way. My heart. It hurts. That shit hurted.

maybe

Anonymous said: Ames, thoughts on the new joker movie?

I haven’t seen it, although I probably will when I get the time

Anonymous said: Idk if this is a secret, more like a guilty confession. I really, REALLY hope Damian turns out asexual, or at least romantically unattached. I LOVE that most of his good interactions are with his vaious Bat siblings, Jon, Maps and his pets. Everyone loves shopping him with varuova characters and it makes me hesitate to share my opinion incase I'm looked at weirdly. But having a character I look up to be asexual would be amazing.

I would really like that too anon

Anonymous said: what do you think about Drake & his new outfit?

ugly

Anonymous said: Alfred Pennyworth is the baddest bitch

You are not incorrect

bruciewayneisbatman said: Amy and Kenza are the bittersweet queens of this fandom. The both of you are absolutely evil and tooth-rotting sweet at the same time. I love you two for that, btw.

<3 thanks Esther 

[creacherkeeper]

skimmons university au (bonus for a side tripp/fitz?)? pls thank you! :)

anon says: Skimmons prompt!! College AU: despite having the same age, Simmons is Daisy/Skye's RA because she is a genius who entered college earlier, and Skye loves making her life hell but she does it bc of a crush (I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense- I just discovered RAs are a thing in the US and I've been dying to see a fic on this!)

for those who don't know, an RA is a resident assistant, usually someone of college age who lives in the dorms and helps guide the residents

on AO3 

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jemma says, dropping her bag on thefloor as she takes a seat on Daisy’s desk chair, Daisy facing her from the bed.“I was in the lab and my experiment … ran a bit long.”

Daisy raises a finger to hesitantly point. “Are your sleevescharred?”

Jemma’s nose crinkles. “Just a bit. Little accident.”

“But you’re okay?”

“Right as rain,” Jemma confirms. “Bobbi passed along why youcalled this meeting, but I admit I haven’t gotten a chance to look yet. Let’ssee here …” She rifles through her bag, then pulls out a piece of paper. “Okay,so you called this meeting because-“ She stops, eyes darting back and forthbetween Daisy and the paper.

Daisy just smiles.

Jemma sighs. “Because you’re having roommate troubles.”

“That’s right.”

“Daisy, you live in a single.”

Daisy leans forward, nodding. “And I’m having a lot oftrouble with that. I think it’d do me good to have a roommate.” She blinksinnocently. “Hey … your room wouldn’t happen to be open, would it?”

Jemma carefully folds the paper, puts it back in herbackpack, and leaves the room.

-

“You- You actually called a meeting just to ask that?” Fitzasks, huffing a laugh. He’s leaned back in Trip’s lap as they both play X-boxin Fitz’s room, Trip holding his own controller from where his arms are wrappedaround Fitz’s middle. The position isn’t very conducive to playing video games,especially a shooter, as they both tend to move around when they’re focused onthe combat, but they are, as Daisy says, “annoyingly touchy” and tend to be asclose as they can get as long as they can help it.

“I had to try something,”Daisy laments, laying back on the bed, textbook open and forgotten on herstomach. “I hadn’t seen her in like three days ‘cause she keeps such weirdhours. How else was I supposed to see her?”

“You need to woman up and ask her on a proper date,” Tripsays, angrily mashing the jump button.

“She’d wouldn’t- ah- wouldn’t say yes,” Fitz cuts in. “She’svery set on ‘proper resident/RA relationships’, that one. No funny business.”

Daisy lets out a long groan. “What am I supposed to do?There’s no winning here.”

“The only thing you can do is wait the year out,” Trip says.“Then, she won’t be your RA anymore, and she can actually say yes.”

“Or-“

Daisy perks up. “Or what?”

Fitz’s grin is a little wicked. “Or you can keep messingwith her. She’s gonna wear down eventually.”

Daisy smiles. “Fitz, you are pure evil. And this is whyyou’re my best friend.”

Fitz holds up a finger to gesture, then remembers the gameand quickly grabs back at his controller. “I maintain that I am Simmons’ bestfriend, but I- I am on your side in this one.”

“And?” Trip asks, knowing him too well.

Fitz bites out a sigh. “And she keeps dissecting things andleaving them in my- my pristine workspace, and I won’t stand for that.”

Daisy shoves the textbook aside, turning over to prop herchin between her hands. “Okay, so what should I do?”

Fitz pauses the game. “Okay, so here’s the plan-“

-

Jemma opens her door and shuffles down the hallway. It’sfive a.m., she’s gotten about three hours of sleep, and now she’s off to thelab again, less than six hours from when she left it. She loves her lab, don’tget her wrong, but sometimes the workload can get to be a little much. She justturned 18, and most kids her age are sleeping off hangovers on a Saturdaymorning like this, not about to turn in for hour 60 of a 70-hour work week.

So she blames the tiredness, mostly, for why she doesn’tnotice the first time she passes it. It takes until after she’s gone to thecommunal bathroom and is on her way back when she realizes her carefullyplanned community board has gone awry.

She pauses in front of it, gaping.

Letters carefully cut out of colorful construction paperread across the top: Best Ass Competition 2017. There are photos of celebritiestaken from behind pasted all over the board, men and women in tight clothing,all of them with their butts circled in red marker. And then, towards thebottom, the paper letters read ‘Winner:’ above, to Jemma’s horror, a photo ofher taken in the lab, leaning down to fetch a beaker. Her own butt, though notreally visible through the lab coat, is circled, and scrawled on the photo inunmistakable handwriting are the words ‘I believe’.

Jemma growls, affronted, and stalks off toward Daisy’s room.She doesn’t care about how early it is. That’ll actually be to herbenefit—hopefully the monstrosity can be taken down before the other residentssee. She bangs on the door, waits, then bangs again, but there’s no answer.

“I know you’re in there, Daisy, and mark my words, thatboard better be taken down and replaced with the exact board I had up before, or there will be consequences. Youhave until I get back from work today.”

If she slams the door to her own room a little louder thannecessary, then so be it.

-

“Phase one worked just as planned,” Daisy tells Fitz,sitting her breakfast down on the table in the dining hall later that morning.“She was totally pissed. Definitely got her attention.”

Fitz beams. “She does hate it when you mess w-with herstuff.”

Daisy swirls the cereal with her spoon, letting it get alittle soggy. “Hey, why did you have that picture, anyway?”

“Don’t question it.” He holds up a hand. “Just enjoy.”

She leans forward. “So what’s phase two?”

He smirks. “May gives you a- a little spending money everyweek, yeah?”

“Yeah,  why? What doyou have planned?”

-

It’s been a few days, the board was replaced with heroriginal one by the time she’d gotten back from work, and she hasn’t seenDaisy. It’s been tentatively peaceful, as much as her busy life can be.

She’s working in the lab, her and Fitz and some of theirfellow technicians (all older than them, most in their 30s), when there’s abuzz from the door.

Fitz glances up from his work and over to the door, then toher. “Must be those samples you- you requested.”

She doesn’t really process, at first, the twinkle in hiseye, the mirth drawn into the lines of his mouth. She just gets up, and opensthe door.

And immediately regrets it, when she’s faced with what’s onthe other side.

Four men, dressed in bee costumes.

“Are you Jemma Simmons?” one of them asks.

“Oh god,” she replies.

The man clears his throat, then begins snapping his fingers rhythmically.“One, two, and a one, two three- Won’t you be mine-“ he begins to sing.

“Won’t you be mine-“ the other three sing along.

“Oh god,” Jemma says again. Panicked, she looks behind her.All of the other lab techs are staring, expect for Fitz, who’s shaking withsilent laughter. She whips her head back as the men continue to sing, and then,lacking any other plan, slams the door in their face. Fitz just laughs harder.

-

“How was phase two?” Daisy asks that night, dropping herthings onto Fitz’s already messy floor, planning on staying the night to avoidconfrontation with Jemma.

“Mortifying,” Fitz relays. “And, frankly, hilarious.”

Trip shakes his head. “What you guys are doing to this poorgirl isn’t right.”

Daisy holds up her hands. “Hey, if you have a better plan,then be my guest. But until then, this is how things are going.” She turns backto Fitz. “So what’s phase three?”

Fitz gets up from his desk and rummages around in hiscloset, finally pulling something out and holding it up before her. “How afraida-are you of heights?”

Daisy taps her finger against her lips. “Depends. Is that afull body harness?”

“It is.”

“And you have it why?”

“F-For reasons.”

Daisy lets out a long breath, thinking, then nods. “Whatever,I’m in.”

-

Jemma stands in front of Daisy’s door, but once again, theother girl isn’t answering. It’s been a week since she saw her last, and shereally can’t afford for Daisy’s schemes to get any more elaborate. Or public.

“Daisy! Open up right now!”

“She’s not in there,” Elena says from down the hall,startling Jemma.

“Oh. Do you know where she is?”

Elena shakes her head. “But- Well- She left you a message.”

“Oh no,” Jemma murmurs, eyes slipping shut briefly. “Where?”

“In the lounge.”

“Show me.”

Elena quirks a grin. “Oh, you’ll see it.”

Jemma brushes past her and down the hall, dread growing inher stomach. She unlocks the door to the floor’s lounge, and pushes inside. Shestops short, taking in the sight before her.

All the windows in the lounge, all three of them, wall towall and almost floor to ceiling, are covered in writing. It’s impossible notto notice, the black words blocking out most of the view. She walks forward,looking closer. Over and over again is written: “I

Jemma pulls out her phone, hitting ‘1’, then ‘call’. Fitzpicks up after two rings.

“Hullo?”

“I need to talk to Daisy.”

“Erm- I don’t know why you think tha-that calling me-“

“Can you just … Just tell her to meet me tomorrow morning.My room. Please?”

Fitz sounds surprisingly meek. “Yeah, sure.”

She hangs up with no further comment, then walks forward andrubs her thumb over one of the windows. As she suspected, the writing (in whatshe hopes is only dry erase marker) is written on the outside. Six floors up.Somehow. She lets out a sigh.

-

The knock comes at her door at 9 a.m. sharp. She’s alreadybeen up for hours, so she’s had a little time to prepare, but she didn’t reallyexpect Daisy any earlier. She’s not exactly a morning bird.

She opens the door, then tilts her head to the side. “Comeon in.”

Daisy looks nervous, if not a little excited. “You know, I’venever actually been in your room before. I tried to, a few times. It’s abouthow I expected. Very tidy.”

Jemma closes the door behind her. She sits down at her desk,the chair facing the rest of the room. “Sit. We need to talk.”

Daisy looks around, but there’s not another chair, so shejust plops herself down on the floor, leaning back against the bed. Looking upat Jemma, eyes bright, she looks almost like a puppy. Jemma tries not to letthat distract her.

“You really need to stop this, Daisy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play innocent. You’ve been pulling these schemes allweek. And they need to stop.”

Something flashes across Daisy’s face, but she tries tosmile through it. “I was just trying to be funny.”

“Well, it’s not funny to me.”

Her smile pulls into a frown. “I didn’t mean to-“

“You know exactly what you meant to do, Daisy,” Jemma chides.“I wasn’t giving you attention, so you were acting like a dick.”

Daisy glances away. “Maybe.”

“Did you not think at all how this would affect me? Theboard stunt could’ve gotten me fired if one of my superiors had seen it, you embarrassedme in front of all my coworkers-“

“I’m sorry,” Daisy mumbles.

“Well, you should be.” Jemma calms her voice, tugging on theedge of her blouse. “It was stupid, and childish, and, frankly, beneath you.”

“I know.” Daisy covers her face, groaning. “I’m not usuallythis much of a dick, I swear.”

“I mean what did you think would happen? You’d just continueto wear me down until- What? I’d finally go out with you?”

Daisy peeks out from between her fingers. “Uh- Well, yeah,that was the plan.”

“Well, it was a bloody stupid plan. I already liked you, Idon’t see why you thought I’d fall in love with you or something if you actedlike an arse.”

“You-“ Daisy drops her hands. “You like me?”

Jemma’s eyes roll. “I thought you were sweet. Emphasis on ‘thought’,I’m not so sure anymore.”

“I just …” Daisy sighs. “I really like you. And I get sonervous that I act stupid. I always do this, ever since I was little. I’m justinsecure, and I don’t think that people will like me if I just act like myself.And that’s not fair to you, I know it’s not. But I promise I can be better, ifyou just give me a chance.”

“I don’t see why I should,” Jemma says honestly. “You haven’treally given me a reason to think you can do better.”

“Fitz likes me. That has to count for something, right?”

“I know he orchestrated this whole little plan with you, so Idon’t really think too highly of his opinion at the moment.”

Daisy rises to her knees. “Just- Just one chance. One shot,that’s all I’m asking for. I’ll prove that I’m someone worth liking.”

“I’m still your RA,” Jemma says, “there are rules againstthis-”

“Then we won’t call it a date! It’ll just be hanging out, nostrings attached. Please? I can- uh-“ Daisy snaps her fingers. “I’ll take youbowling!”

Jemma’s nose crinkles. “I don’t know how to bowl.”

“Awesome, neither do I. We can look like fools together. It’llbe great, I promise.”

Jemma’s eyes rise to the ceiling. “I’m going to regret this,aren’t I?”

“Is that a yes?”

Jemma sighs. “Fine, yes.”

Daisy jumps up, fists pumping in the air. “Yes! Sweet.Sweet, sweet, sweet. Okay, how about tomorrow? Six o’clock?”

Jemma shakes her head in disbelief that she’s gotten herselfinto this situation. “Six o’clock.”

Daisy grins, backing out of the room. “Okay. See you then.”

“Yes, I suppose I will.”

Daisy skitters out of the room, down the hall, and into herown room. She immediately pulls out her cell phone, dialing Fitz’s number.

“Well?” he answers. “How’d it go?”

“Phase Four: Honesty Edition was a success.”

Fitz cheers. “Are- Are you taking her out?”

“Tomorrow. We’re going bowling.”

Fitz laughs. “That’s going to be a disaster.”

“I know, right? I can’t wait.”

“Oh- That’s her on the other line now. Gotta go.”

“I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow. Talk later.”

“Bye.”

-

Jemma claps a hand to her mouth, trying to hold in herlaughter. She watches as Daisy does what she calls a ‘backwards granny bowl’,bowling facing the wrong way and shoving the ball down the lane through herspread legs. Daisy tips over, watching the ball’s progress through her legs. Itmakes it less than halfway down the lane, then falls into the gutter.

Daisy raises her arms victoriously. “Almost halfway!”

Jemma can’t help but laugh. Maybe giving her a chance wasn’tsuch a bad idea after all.