#all on multiple occasions and i know the threats are going to start up again and I'm worried that this time they're serious

[morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy]

I have a migraine 🤪

[jinkicake]

Stuck in the Middle

You’re stuck between him and a hard place.

Childe, Ayato, Thoma, Tighnari x Reader

A/N: im not going to post much this weekend but i hope to post more leading up to valentines day!!! @stellakito, im sorry but I didn’t have it in me to write for zhongli this week but i will try again soon! 

SEMI-SMUTTY

WC - 2k

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Childe

“If you don’t let me out of here, Childe, I swear to every Archon-” 

The rest of your threat is muffled under a large gloved hand. Your efforts to squirm out of this compromising position, being sandwiched between Childe and a wall, are futile due to the Harbinger’s strength. It annoys you to no end, his muscular body pressed against your backside pisses you off to no end.

“Now don’t swear in vain, sweetheart,” His laugh is quiet and light, almost like a whisper that only the two of you can hear. “I promise to let you out when they leave.”

“When who leaves?” You try to wrack your brain for anything but, you can’t think of anything Childe would want. While working as a hostess inside the Xinyue Kisok, you’ve had the unfortunate pleasure to meet the Harbinger on multiple occasions. Now, it’s like you can’t get rid of him at all. 

There isn’t a single guest you can think of that he would want to spy on today, if that’s the reason he’s even here. 

“Director, please don’t swallow your crystal shrimp in one bite-”

“If I choke then you can save me with the adeptal powers I know you have, Zhongli!”

You glance back at Childe and roll your eyes. Perhaps if he’s looking for information about the Wangsheng Funeral Parol then he’s lucky but, you don’t think that’s the case. 

“Are we stuck here because you made an error in your judgment?” You harshly whisper at him, nearly wanting to bite him when he leans forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“You could say that,” He grins and, because of it, you don’t believe him in the slightest. You’ll let him get his worthless information and he’ll leave some mora in your pocket, that’s how this always goes. 

In the forefront of your mind, you hope that these two clients finish their meals quickly and leave.

“Don’t be so tense, girlie,” Childe’s low voice in your ear makes it hard to maintain your regular breath. “what’s got you so nervous?” You can only watch as his hands that were once pinned to the wall migrate to your hips. The moment he squeezes your sides, your breath hitches in your throat. “Calm down, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Much to your own disbelief, you nod almost immediately and too obediently for your own tastes. Childe knows exactly how to get what he wants using that voice and you hate it. His dangerously light tone always has a way with you and is the sole reason he is able to convince you time and time again to let him listen in on private dinners. 

“Hmm, look at that, you’re listening so well.” His laughter returns once again as his hand dips across your hipbone to rest on your inner thigh. The smooth stroke of his fingers, up and down, gliding over the fabric of your skirt makes you start to tremble. “I think I’ll give you an additional reward today for your good behavior.”

Kamisato Ayato

“Oh, hello dearest,” It’s hard to take Ayato seriously as he stares down at you. His gaze holds a certain fondness, tenderness that makes you believe you hung all the stars in his night sky. Your husband is truly a sweet man. 

He’s also one of the most insufferable people you’ve ever met on this planet. 

But, your heart is still heavy and full of love for him. 

“What are you doing here?” You’re lucky that the sun is just setting and there is still light in the room. If not, you wouldn’t have been able to see the ridiculous appearance of your husband hiding under your covers. He’s bracing his weight with his forearms placed on either side of your head but, he’s still close enough that you can feel his body heat transferring through your clothes. “Who are you hiding from?”

That was the better question to ask, you can tell by the small quirk of his lips. 

Ayato sighs and the noise sounds full of guilt. 

“It’s Itto, my dear, he’s in the courtyard demanding another battle with the poor onikabuto.” He genuinely seems worn out. “This is the third time in the last five days he has come by and I just don’t have the heart to push him away.”

“Well, at least he won’t come looking for you in my room,” You smile and gently pat Ayato’s cheek. “so you may leave my comfy bed now.” Your suggestion nearly makes the man scowl.

“Why would I do that? I would be a fool to leave now when you look so,” Ayato pauses and chooses his next word carefully, you would be the fool to not notice how he is dragging his eyes down your body. “relaxed.” 

His cool hand finds your bare thigh in no time at all and he immediately begins to stroke your soft skin with the pads of his fingertips. 

“That’s not going to work on me tonight,” You roll your eyes now and try to ignore how he lowers his large body over yours now, his face now resting against your throat. Ayato presses gentle kisses against your neck, heavy peck after heavy peck. The sensitivity makes your thighs twitch. 

“And why is that?” He murmurs and the sound makes you clench your fingers tighter around the book in your hands. 

“Because I’m trying to read!” It’s getting harder and harder to focus on the scenes now, you can barely follow along with the dialogue. The image painted in your head of the chapter is almost gone. 

“I’m so sorry,” Your husband coos but you can tell he doesn’t feel bad in the least, not when he’s getting to feel you up like this. If he could choose, Ayato would spend the rest of his life between your plush thighs. They’re all he can ever think about. “let me prove to you how much better I am than that light novel. You’ll let me, won’t you, dear?”

The scene painted in your head is now gone. The book is now long gone and thrown onto the floor somewhere outside of your warm duvet. You would never pass up Ayato’s touch, never. 

Thoma

Divine Raiden Shogun who rules over Inzauma, please make this stop-

Thoma can barely breathe, he can’t think or focus. His entire body is nearly trembling and it does not help, in the least, that you’re squirming above him in his lap. The housekeeper knows that if he opens his eyes again then he’ll see you, frustrated frown and all, as you try to figure out a way out of the wooden box you both got stuffed in. 

“Was this really their best idea to ambush and capture a group of Nobushi and treasure hoarders?” You sound irritated and Thoma knows that with your temper, you will not last long in such a tight space. He deeply regrets taking this commission.

If your image of him changes in any way due to this unforeseen circumstance, he might just cry. 

“Thoma, how long until we get there? We’ve been traveling for fifteen minutes already!” Given that the two of you were just loaded onto a cart to be delivered to the treasure hoard camp on the other side of the island, Thoma knows you’ll be stuck here for at least another hour or two. “Are you sleeping? Wake up,” At the quick jolt of your core against his throbbing length stuffed tightly into his boxers, Thoma sits up and lurches due to the pain. Your thighs tightening around his waist is not helping the situation at all and in no time, he’s sure something regrettable is going to happen soon.

“(Y/N), please-” Thoma braces himself by putting his soft hands on the tops of your thighs and he nearly passes out at the feeling of your soft skin revealed under your short kimono. His fingers dully dig into your flesh and he leans back against the wooden box slightly. “Forgive me but, I’m just a man.” 

“What are you talking about?” From the way your eyes at narrowing at him, you’re no doubt annoyed by this. Thoma gulps down the rest of his nerves before continuing. 

“I-I’m so sorry but, I can’t help it. We are in such close proximity in a very tight space, it’s entirely my fault but please don’t think any less of me-”

His words cut off with a moan as you purposely roll your lightly clothed core against his baggy pants. 

“If you’re talking about that then I’ve been aware of your big problem since,” You take a moment to count your fingers and Thoma’s thighs almost start to quiver. “like a minute after we got shoved into this box.”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” The housekeeper can’t think of anything to do but apologize. Over and over he will do so until he has your forgiveness. “don’t think much of it. It’s a small problem.”

For a reason he doesn’t understand, your lips curl up at his humbleness. 

“Thoma,” You coo and lean forward so that your face is mere inches away from his own. The blonde stares down at your lips and does not attempt to hide it in the slightest. “this problem is anything but small.”

Tighnari 

“How could this have happened? This is it for us, isn’t it?”

“Calm down.” Tighnari roughly snaps you out of your panic and his voice, filled with irritation, does little to slow your rapidly beating heart. It’s only been a handful of minutes since the two of you got sandwiched between two very large and very heavy bookshelves. 

“I’m never studying with you again!” You have half a mind to push the books out and try to crawl through the space of the shelf but, you know that not even a child could fit through there.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t try to close the bookshelves on me then we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Beneath his gloves, Tighnari clutches the wood of the strong shelves. “What were you thinking? And how could you have gotten stuck too?!”

“I didn’t think it would close so quickly!” You whine and can only wish that you were stuck on the opposite end of the bookcase instead of pressed up against your (one-sided) academic rival. 

Tighnari considers it to be a simple rivalry, not at all academic. 

“Cyno should be here soon since he invited us out to dinner. We just need to wait until then.” The student says this so matter-of-factly that it makes you roll your eyes. Why did Cyno have to invite him of all people to join you for a meal?

“What should we do until then?” You can’t hide your curiosity and perhaps if you could have seen Tighnari’s face, you would have noticed the hidden glint in his eyes. The way he’s staring at you so heavily, his pent-up frustration in his chest starting to get the better of him. He can’t stand you.

“You can think for once about what you did.”

“What I did?” You shriek and the sound pierces Tighnari’s sensitive ears. He flinches, wincing in pain before doubling over and leaning heavier against you. His hands now brace his weight against the shelves as he tries to get the ringing out of his ears. 

“Must you be so loud?” He grits his teeth in frustration, breath now fanning against the crook of your neck. “Your voice hurts.” 

The painful moan that leaves his lips causes your own ears to perk up. You’re fully aware of him now and begin to shift on the tips of your toes. The action is brief but, it’s powerful enough to make the man behind you hiss. 

“Stop moving,” Tighnari snaps but, you find it hard to take him seriously. Listening to him is nearly impossible to do as you press your thighs together in search of relief. 

Maybe if you could just push him a little further-

Much to your delight, all it takes is a simple roll of your hips to make his restraint snap. Almost like a knee-jerking reaction, the instant he feels the pressure from your backside, Tighnari grabs your hips and pins you still. He holds you in place as his own hips begin to rock on their own accord, it’s as if his restraint vanished into thin fucking air. 

Hmm, it’s not like you could do anything about it. 

[mypimpademia]

— Realistic Random Headcanons

Ft. Bakugo and Izuku

Synopsis: Random headcanons (general and romantic) for Bakugo and Izuku that I feel like make more sense based on their canon characters

TW: Swearing, topics of mental health (depression and anxiety nothing super dark though)

Note: Credit to @4kh for helping me with these :) btw these are just my personal interpretations of the characters and what I think makes sense following their canons instead of fanon (I also use their fanon personas a lot but again these are what I feel like would actually make more sense!)

— BAKUGO

⇶ Realistically, I feel like Katsuki would be aroace

⇶ At first, it comes off as him simply being too goal driven and motivated to make space in his life for romance

⇶ But truthfully, all his life he simply never related to how his peers would trip over their feet because of a crush

⇶ Sure, he found people pretty or handsome, but he could never find it in him to become even the slightest bit romantically invested

⇶ He tried to, just to feel what others around him felt for even a moment, but It never worked

⇶ At first, he chopped it up to simply not finding the right person. But as he got older and as he went through high school still never having any sort of attraction to anyone, he accepted that romantic attraction was simply something he wasn’t into

⇶ Struggles with depression and anxiety

⇶ It all started when he got to UA. Constantly having your life under threat, feeling like you ended the career of your idol, not feeling good enough, and more, take a toll on you.

⇶ Katsuki’s depression is not at all visible, you have to really know him to tell. He puts on a tough guy act and does what he needs to do, but he feels like a zombie

⇶ He’d much rather rot away in bed most days than even think about training, but he knows it’ll do him no good

⇶ Since he grew up with people always telling him how strong he is, he tries to gaslight himself into thinking he’s not depressed. He knows he is, but as long as he’s going about life like all is good and well, he’s not (to him at least)

⇶ His anxiety stems from getting kidnapped and having his life personally threatened on multiple occasions from such a young age

⇶ He’s always looking over his shoulder, afraid that someone is going to come out and make an attempt on his life

⇶ Katsuki would talk about it to someone, but he’s scared that getting too close to people would also put their lives in danger, and the thought of letting people know that he’s secretly weak physically pains him

⇶ As he gets older, he realizes how fucked up it all was that those things were happening to not just him, but his classmates as well. And yet, they were still expected to go back to class and act as of all was well after almost being killed not even 24 hours prior

⇶ Holds a lot of resentment towards Nezu and other higher ups, he wishes they would have at least put them through therapy after everything.

⇶ However, he doesn’t have any bad blood with Aizawa or All Might or any of his teachers over it because he understands that certain things were out of even their power, and that if they could’ve they would’ve. Some of them gave their lives protecting students, they shouldn’t be at blame

⇶ It’s not secret that Katsuki has an aggressive nature, but he is a very caring and compassionate person, and he tries to make an effort to show it even if it come off a bit harsh

⇶ Calls his friends dumb, extras, and says he hates them, but thankfully, many of them know that he doesn’t really mean it

⇶ And if they don’t know, they will eventually because his actions speak much louder than his words

⇶ Katsuki remembers birthdays, special events, always comes through when invited to things, gives thoughtful gifts, and more

⇶ He takes on all love languages (accept words of affirmation, that’ll take him some time) when giving affection towards others

⇶ The love language that takes all for him is physical touch

⇶ But unfortunately, he’s very adverse to being touched because of trauma, and only makes physical contact with family and close friends

⇶ When he does give an occasional hug, he makes it last and you’ll know it’s special (he gives really good hugs too)

⇶ It seems far fetched, but Katsuki actually doesn’t like to yell

⇶ Yes, he yells a lot, a majority of the time in fact

⇶ But it’s always over really dumb or unnecessary things, and that’s the entire point.

⇶ When Katsuki is serious about something, or genuinely angry, he hardly even raises his voice

⇶ He’s smarter than that, and knows it’ll only aggravate the situation

⇶ Very self aware, and because of that, he knows he can have a temper! Always takes a moment to himself when something upsets him, and then comes back later to talk about it properly so he can avoid blowing up at the other person

⇶ This is especially the case if it’s someone close to him, Katsuki would hate to damage a good relationship over something that can be resolved

⇶ If the other person keeps pressuring him as he’s trying to take time for himself, then yes, he will raise his voice. But it’s more firm than anything, and he does it to get them to give him space

⇶ If they keep pushing, or he just very in the heat of the moment, he will start yelling

⇶ Katsuki doesn’t like to go to bed angry either

⇶ Always make sure that his issue with someone else is resolved as quickly as possible, because if it’s not, it most likely never will be

⇶ If he’s in the wrong, he’ll acknowledges it and apologizes… in his own way

⇶ Normally, his apologies consist of him being overly attentive towards the person over the next few days until he feels like they aren’t upset with him anymore and he no longer feels guilty

⇶ On the surface level, Katsuki is your average arrogant, ambitious, hot head, but there’s a lot more to his simple facade

— MIDORIYA

⇶ Such a lover boy and hopeless romantic when it comes to relationships

⇶ Everyone knows he gets crushes easily, but a lot of them are just for the sake of slicing up his life, he doesn’t actually want a relationship with that person

⇶ Admires a lot of people from afar because of this, and he’ll gush over people he’s never even spoken a word to

⇶ It sounds corny, but he really doesn’t care about anything physically, he looks for personality

⇶ Sees no point in being attracted to someone just because they have a pretty face if their personality is awful

⇶ Likes people who kind of act like him, sweet, caring, motivated, a bit outgoing. and has similar interests

⇶ If you don’t act like him, he gravitates towards people who may contrast his personality too

⇶ You still have to be nice or at least have basic decency, but if you’re more reserved, and prefer to keep to yourself instead of being around people, he‘lil still like you

⇶ When Izuku is in a relationship, he’s a very good boyfriend

⇶ He’s attentive, always knowing what you need and what you like. He doesn’t forget dates, birthdays, or other important things

⇶ But he’ll need that energy in return or else he’ll lose interest in the relationship

⇶ Izuku has struggled with both depression and anxiety his entire life

⇶ He was always an anxious kid, and at first, Inko chopped it up to him just being a bit shy or having mood swings

⇶ But eventually, he was diagnosed with anxiety at a very very young age

⇶ It’s manageable, most days, thankfully, because his determination to do better for himself outweighs it

⇶ But his bad days are bad, to the point where they’re so debilitating that he can’t do anything but lay in bed all day in an attempt to be calm and not trigger an anxiety attack

⇶ Took medication for it at some point, but got really bad side effects from it and now chooses to just deal with it on his own

⇶ Izuku was diagnosed with depression a few years after he was diagnosed with anxiety

⇶ It developed shortly after his quirk didn’t develop, and he was being relentlessly bullied at school for being quirkless, and then coming home to see hero’s like All Might do great things while he was literally and figuratively powerless

⇶ His depression only got worse as he grew up and was still getting bullied for being quirkless

⇶ Somehow, Izuku doesn’t resent Bakugo or any of his bullies, and really doesn’t even think of them much as he gets older

⇶ For Bakugo, he doesn’t necessarily forgive him, but he learns to put it in the past for as long as Bakugo can acknowledge that what he did was wrong and can’t be taken back

⇶ As for his other bullies, he believes they’ll get whatever they deserve. He thinks they’re assholes, sure, but they were dumb kids at the time so he puts that behind him too

⇶ During the summer he spent training with All Might to inherit One For All, his mental health got better than he ever thought it would

⇶ Inko had no clue what was happening that entire time, but she could see a different light in her sons eyes and seeing him happy made her cry every night for the entire summer

⇶ Unfortunately, his mental health once again tanked when he was at UA due to all the villain attacks and the way his life was constantly being threatened more than anyone else’s

⇶ He was so exhausted all the time, and would have one or more anxiety attacks on a daily basis

⇶ Izuku is fairly emotional as is, even around others, but he keeps his deeper issues private and takes a moment to himself when even feels like he’s imploding

⇶ Wants to talk about it with someone, he really does, but he doesn’t even know where he’d begin and he doesn’t want to dump all that on anyone

⇶ Inko did put him through therapy as a kid, but he was in and out of it for various reasons, but the main one was money

⇶ Therapy is expensive, and Inko is a single mother. She put him through therapy when she could but there were times were she just couldn’t make it happen as badly as she wanted to get her son help

⇶ Once he got to UA and was very obviously doing much worse, she offered to start paying for therapy again and he completely refused

⇶ He’s always felt bad that she had to spend so much money trying to figure things out with him. Why he had no quirk, his depression, his anxiety, and therapy, he didn’t want her doing all that for him even though she felt obliged has his mother

⇶ At that point, Izuku felt like the responsibility landed on the school to make sure their students were being properly taken care of, mentally and physically, with everything they were going through during their time there

⇶ Doesn’t resent anyone for not doing anything, but he definitely wishes it was handled much better for the sake of everyone

⇶ But if you’re his s/o he will lean on you for support. He won’t tell you everything, because he doesn’t want to put all of that weight on you, but he will vent a little and cry to you

⇶ You can use him as a shoulder to lean on as well of course, and don’t think that you can’t come to him just because he’s dealing with his own things. If anything, it makes him feel better that you trust him enough to support you when you’re vulnerable

⇶ Izuku is a giver.

⇶ He gives, gives, gives, and gives without thinking about himself

⇶ Loves to give his friends little gifts, always coming back from the store with their favorite snack because he saw it on the shelf or a trinket that reminded him of them

⇶ Because he pays so much attention to detail, his gifts are always good

⇶ Insanely good at birthday gifts, if you ever don’t know what to get someone he’s the one you need to call

⇶ He will never get you a gift you don’t like, and if he somehow does, he’ll immediately replace it with w something you do like

⇶ Won’t even get the metal of your jewelry wrong, who do you think he is?

⇶ If you’re his s/o, you’ll be spoiled to death

⇶ He always pays for everything and never even lets you worry about how much it is

⇶ If you ever find out the price of something he bought you, and proceed to ask why he spent so much money on you, he’ll get upset and ask why you don’t want him spending money on you especially if it’s by choice

⇶ Gift giving and acts of service are his main love languages, so he gets very offended if you question him. It’s like asking if he even loves you, and he loves you to death.

⇶ On the other hand, Izuku gets very uncomfortable when people spend any amount of money on him or do things for him

⇶ Doesn’t even like to get birthday gifts or have people throw him parties, because he knows that means people will be spending money on him

⇶ It comes from growing up with a single mother who made just enough for them to live a decent life, he’ll always appreciate the gesture, but it will never not make him uncomfortable.

⇶ This is especially the case if you’re dating him. His birthday and holidays are the only time you’re allowed to spend your money on him, and even then you can’t spend an excessive amount

⇶ Izuku WILL get angry if you do, he won’t yell at you or anything, but he’ll huff about how you shouldn’t waste your money on him for the rest of the day

⇶ Izuku is a sweet boy, really. But as bubbly as he is even he needs someone to depend on, and in turn he’ll give you his all

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NSFW Dabixchubbyfem!Reader (she/her used as opposed to you)

Tags may or may not apply to this part. I’m adding all tags for the whole story. If it’s not in the story yet, it will be.

CW: Smoking, language, reader is quirkless, smut, dry humping, death threat, desperate reader, readers parent is verbally/emotionally abusive, blood, titjob, rough sex, dub-con, non-con elements, 18+, arson, obsessive behavior, stalking, mental health issues, murder, gore, alcohol, breeding kink, oral (both), vaginal penetration, praise, degradation, dacryphilia, slight age-gap (6 years. Reader is 18 and Dabi is 24.)

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Why the fuck did he tell that damn girl “maybe”?

Dabi rubbed his forehead as he walked towards the league's hideout.

Furthermore, why did he even walk her home or enter her fucking house? Normally, he would have just left. If he had went in, it would have only been to fuck her, then leave and never see her again. But no, he drank her fucking tea and then told her maybe she’d see him again.

Fuck.

He didn’t need to see that damn girl again. He didn’t know what…this was, but he wasn’t doing it. He had too much shit to do and accomplish.

He couldn’t afford any distractions.

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Months.

It had been two months since she’d seen Dabi. School had ended, and she was currently working a summer job at a cafe before starting college in the fall. It was embarrassing, but she found herself in the alley at her old school on multiple occasions. Every week, she’d pop in where she’d met Dabi, but he was never there.

Part of her wondered if she’d done or said something wrong, but she felt like she didn’t. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but she felt as though this had very little to do with her, and everything to do with him. She didn’t think he was someone that let anyone close to him in any capacity. She just…couldn’t picture it.

Not that she knew him anyways. Hell, ‘Dabi’ probably wasn’t even his real name.

She needed to forget about him. It just seemed…impossible. There was something about him that she couldn’t shake. He had gotten to her…was it his mystery? His sarcastic smirks? His indifference to the fact she’s quirkless?

“I’m going to shower and go to bed,” her mother announced, making her pull herself from her thoughts. “Finish cleaning the kitchen and go to bed. Remember, I’m having company over this weekend, so I expect you to remain in your room. Make sure you have enough food in there,” her mother said testily, her eyes roving over her overweight frame with contempt. “But I’m sure you’ll make sure of that.”

She said nothing back, shame curling in her stomach as she finished wiping down the counter and her mother went to her room. She vaguely heard her get in the shower, her eyes widening when she heard two sharp knocks on their door.

She frowned, looking at the clock. It was 10 pm and she was in pajamas. They never had visitors. She had no real friends because she was quirkless, and her mother was too unpleasant to have friends. All she had was ‘boyfriends’ over, making her stay in her room because she was embarrassed of her quirkless, overweight daughter.

Feeling a little nervous, she padded quietly over to the door in her slippers, silently looking through the peephole. Her pulse immediately went wild when she saw a familiar black mop of spiky hair and black jacket. She couldn’t see his face, as his head was hanging down.

Without a thought, she flipped the lock, thankful that her mom didn’t hear the knock as she ripped the door open.

She gasped in shock when she saw he was actually leaning heavily on her door frame, blood seeping through his white shirt. He slowly looked up at her, her breath catching when she saw more blood seeping from the staples on his face. Though he must be in pain, his expression didn’t show it. The only thing that gave his distress away was his slightly labored breathing through his parted lips.

“Do you have antiseptic?” He grunted out, making her swallow thickly as she looked behind her, hearing the shower still running.

“Dabi…” she whispered, moving to the side and ushering him in. He pushed off the door frame and walked in as she gently shut the front door. “My mother is here. You have to be quiet,” she whispered, seeing him cock a brow in amusement but gave a small nod of acknowledgement.

She tiptoed down the hallway and up the stairs with Dabi, who was surprisingly a quiet walker. She reached her bedroom, ushering him inside and gently closing the door and locking it.

Her heart was erratic as she turned to see him observing her bedroom with a cocked brow, making her feel a little embarrassed of the fairy lights and squishy animals around and on her bed.

“Yeah, this seems about right,” he chuckled darkly, turning and sitting on the end of her lavender bedding. He put one elbow on his thigh and his palm on the other, looking up at her with a small smirk as though he wasn’t in pain at all. “So, what about the antiseptic?” He asked, his cobalt eyes looking over her tank top and shorts that were covered in hello kitty print.

Her face heated, and she nodded, scurrying to her bathroom and getting supplies out of her medicine cabinet. She came back in the room, laying the supplies next to him and picking up some pads and antiseptic. She paused, almost dropping the items when he shrugged his jacket off, revealing his corded and scarred arms.

Her fingers trembled as he grabbed the back of his shirt at the neck, pulling it over his head. She sharply inhaled.

Dear god, he was ripped.

She swallowed thickly as she saw his muscular shoulders, chest and a glimpse of his strong back when he bent to remove his shirt. There was healthy skin and burnt skin attached with staples just like his face and wrists. His waist was tapered, and she could clearly see his six pack. He wasn’t nearly as slight as he initially seemed.

He definitely spent a lot of time building muscle. She felt speechless when he picked up the band aids next to him, observing them for a brief moment before tossing them to the side with a snort.

“Don’t tell me, they’re hello kitty band aids?” He asked in a sarcastic tone, bringing his gaze up to her and trailing his intense eyes over her pajama set. They flashed when he saw her deer in headlights look, a small smirk curling his lips.

“Puppies, actually…” she whispered, making him give her a bored look, then roll his eyes.

“You’ve never had a man in your room before, huh?” He asked, leaning on his knees as his wounds on his chest leaked between the staples, making her shake her head dismissively and spring into action. She didn’t really like the idea of blood on her carpet.

Her mom would freak.

She walked up to him, biting her lip nervously when he immediately sat up and spread his legs more.

Her hands were shaking and she was unable to look at him as she stepped between his thighs, tension traveling up her back. She wet the gauze with the antiseptic, flushing when her eyes met his the moment she looked at him. He was watching her movements carefully, his azure gaze intense as she reached out and began cleaning the bleeding places on his chest.

If it hurt, he didn’t show it. He didn’t flinch as she lightly cleaned the wounds, trying to be gentle.

“What happened?” She whispered, moving to the wounds under his eyes. She tried not to look directly into his eyes as she worked, even though she could feel them boring into her.

He was quiet for moments. “Used my quirk a bit too long,” he answered in a low voice, not offering her any more details.

She frowned, but she wasn’t an idiot. She’d seen his fire quirk, and she’d clearly seen all the burns. It was obvious that his quirk was incompatible with his body. Part of her wondered why he used his quirk if it hurt him, but she knew that question would likely lead him out of her door and life. She’d heard of that happening with quirks before, but hadn’t seen it. Perhaps that’s what he meant by saying there were worse things than being quirkless.

Like if your super powerful quirk burned up your body…

“I’m sorry…” she trailed off, feeling his burning gaze as she cleaned under his eyes. He didn’t acknowledge her apology, but she never expected him to. She was trying to breathe softly, and a surprisingly pleasant smell entered her nose.

He smelled like fire and leather with just a touch of cigarettes. It wasn’t unpleasant. In a weird way, she liked it. It was very…masculine. Dangerous. Enthralling.

“What made you come to me?” She asked, stepping back and throwing the bloody gauze in the bin, grabbing some bandages for his chest. She stepped back between his thighs and began gently covering the torn areas around his staples.

He was quiet for a bit, but to her surprise, he finally answered. “I don’t know,” he said gruffly, “jus’ ended up here, I guess.”

She had to bite back a smile. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you again,” she admitted, her face heating as she glanced up to his glowing gaze. His pierced nostrils flared for a second, his heated gaze moving over her face and making her breath catch as she swallowed thickly, her heart hammering at the tension she felt in the room. Did he feel it too? It felt suffocating, and she’d never felt anything like it before…

“You weren’t going to,” he replied in a low voice, barely moving his lips. It didn’t really surprise her, but hearing him admit that he had planned on never seeing again left a slight hurt in her chest. However, she was use to it. No one wanted to be around her…

She nodded, sighing softly. “It’s okay, I…I’m used to it,” she whispered, stepping back from him, halting when a burning hot hand closed around her forearm, keeping her between his legs.

Her eyes widened in shock that he actually touched her, quickly moving to look at his face. His brows were furrowed in irritation, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“What does that mean?” He asked in a low, deep voice, his eyes squinting.

“I…” she shook her head, feeling embarrassed. “I’m used to…being ignored,” she admitted, looking down at her feet as his grip tightened slightly on her forearm, “people don’t want to be around me when they find out I’m quirkless. It seems like nothing else matters…”

“This society is broken,” he responded immediately, in a dark voice, “you being quirkless is irrelevant to me.”

She chuckled bitterly, but she couldn’t help but to agree that society was broken. “So you just didn’t like me as a person? Thanks, I feel loads better now,” she said dryly, tugging her forearm slightly as she looked at his large hand holding it. It felt rough over her soft skin.

He didn’t let go.

“Just stop it,” he answered, his gravelly voice sounding slightly irritated. “You don’t know anything about me or what I think.”

“I think you’re lonely,” she snapped, looking up at his neutral face with a frown. “I’d bet you don’t have a single damn friend, do you? Why else would you come to me? No friends and no family. Maybe that’s why I like you – you’re no different than me.”

She knew she struck a nerve when his eyes flashed dangerously at the mention of family and friends. Her breathing was slightly labored as he was completely still, staring at her through hooded, dangerous eyes. His expression didn’t change, and perhaps it was meant to unnerve her…because it worked.

“I-“ her words were cut off as he suddenly stood, grabbing her other arm and easily throwing her on her back on her bed. She bounced slightly, eyes wide with a little yelp of surprise when he was suddenly over her. His knees were on either side of one thigh, his hands next to her head as she stared up at him in surprise.

His nostrils flared as he looked over her frame, making chill bumps rise on her skin as her stomach warmed with excitement. Was she really this sick?

“You must know I’m dangerous,” he said in a low voice, tilting his head down. “But yet you still want to see me; why?” His eyes took on a more hooded look, “are you the type that touches the flames after you’ve been told it’s hot because you have to experience everything for yourself?” He asked in a quiet voice as she stared, stunned at how much he was speaking. “Do you want me to give you a lesson on playing with fire and how badly it can burn?” He hissed in a low, guttural tone.

She gasped when his hand came down and curled on her hip, squeezing and rubbing his thumb under her tank top to feel her skin. His eyes were burning as he ran his hand up from her hip to her rib cage, slowly pushing her shirt up in the process. His bright eyes blazed down at her in what she now recognized as lust.

He…wanted her? She could admit to herself that she wanted him, but it felt like a stupid crush that was unachievable. It didn’t even occur to her that there was a possibility he could have been attracted to her.

Her lips parted as he lowered his body, her breath catching as she unconsciously parted her thighs for him. He easily slipped between them, eyes flashing in mild surprise at her willingness as she gasped in anticipation when his lower body hovered above hers.

He felt…good. Forbidden. Her stomach was twisting with desire as she slanted her hips up slightly, unconsciously trying to press herself against him. His mismatched lips parted, his pupils expanding as he fully lowered his lower body against her. Her breath came out in a rush when she felt a firm bulge press between her legs. A low moan left her lips as her clit throbbed, thankful for the pressure as his jaw tensed.

“Hmmm…so responsive to me,” he said in a guttural voice, sliding his hand from her rib cage to her breast. She gasped when he squeezed her flesh from underneath, then sliding his fingers across her hardening nipple. He closed his eyes for moments and began rocking his hips against her.

“Fuck…” he whispered, his eyes snapping open as he leaned down, pressing into her chest as he buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. He kept his chest up just enough to palm at her breasts with his hand, groaning deeply in her neck.

“So fuckin’ pretty. So sweet…so soft,” he panted harshly against her throat, her back arching into him as he began grinding his hips into her in earnest, building her pleasure as his jeans rubbed roughly against her thinly covered center. “Want me to fuck you, huh?” He asked huskily, her body trembling when she felt his teeth bite down lightly on her pulse point.

Gods. She wanted to scream her consent, but in the back of her lust-riddled mind, she knew they weren’t alone.

“My…my mother w-will hear,” she gasped out, terrified. She knew that if she caught a man in her room, she’d throw her out and she had nowhere to go. She felt like her mother was just looking for a reason to be rid of her.

She bit her lip as he lustfully rolled his hips into her, her thoughts coming to a halt as the coil tightened in her stomach as he pinched and pulled at her sensitive nipples.

“I’ll kill her if you want.”

Her eyes flew open at his quiet, dark words, feeling his tongue run up her neck as he tasted her skin. Warning bells were screaming in her mind, but she hated herself when she throbbed between her legs, pushing up into him desperately.

Someone willing to kill for you was high she didn’t know existed.

His teeth grazed her earlobe, his hot breath rushing over her ear as he rocked into her center relentlessly. She couldn’t stop the pressure from building rapidly as he panted hotly in her ear. Knowing he was enjoying her body, squeezing her breasts hungrily and rubbing his hard cock against her touched-starved body was too much for her to hold on.

“Dabi!” she lowly gasped and bit her lip to stop the cry bubbling in her throat. The coil inside her snapped harshly as she tried to fight it unsuccessfully. She arched up into him as waves of pleasure crashed over her skin, taking her breath away. She came hard underneath him, her body jerking as small whimpers sounded in her throat.

He groaned, squeezing her breast as he lifted his head up, looking over her face as it twisted in pleasure.

“You just came from dry humping?” He asked in a low, amused tone that was still thick with lust. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she breathed heavily, looking up at his intense face bashfully as his pierced tongue swiped his lower lip hungrily. “My, how slutty,” he purred darkly with pleasure, his scarred face and hooded eyes making her swallow thickly as he looked down to her breasts, curling his hand on her shirt and yanking it up, causing them to spill out to his hungry eyes. She gasped in more embarrassment, her hands leaving the bedding she was clutching as she reached up instinctively to cover herself.

He immediately growled, grabbing her wrists and slamming them next to her head on the bed as he hungrily looked over her skin.

“Now, now, don’t be rude,” he said in a low voice, leaning his head down and making her gasp when he flicked a pierced tongue over her hardened nipple. “I’m going to cum too. That’s only fair, doll,” He breathed against her nipple, looking up at her before covering the hardened bud with his hot, wet mouth. She moaned as he licked and bit her sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure down her body.

Her mouth opened and closed helplessly as sensations wracked her body. He was looking up at her hungrily, looking as though he was really getting off on tonguing and sucking her nipples. She sharply inhaled when his teeth clamped down, tugging slightly before letting her nipple go as she breathed heavily.

“Damn,” he groaned in a low voice, hungrily moving his mouth to her other breast and flicking his tongue over the bud. “Perfect tits…” he murmured against her skin, groaning against her breast as her fists tightened in his hold, trying to shove down the desire curling once again in her stomach from his actions.

“Mmm, if I let go, are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He purred darkly as he lifted his head, licking his lips. “I promise I won’t fuck you unless you beg me to,” he said lowly as she bit her lip in thought. He…she’d came and well…she really wanted to see him and make him feel good.

She nodded her head, seeing a smirk curl his lips as he let her wrists go. He set up on his knees, her eyes watching his every move. There was a sizable bulge behind his jeans as he unzipped them. He didn’t seem to be shy at all as he shoved them and his boxers down his thighs, causing his large cock to spring free.

…Well, no wonder he wasn’t shy.

She swallowed thickly. His cock was huge and heavy-looking. The underside of his thick shaft had four barbell piercings up to the flushed tip that was leaking copious amounts of precum. He had multiple veins bulging along his rock hard shaft, her eyes widening and feeling surprised at how hard he was from her.

He groaned, wrapping a hand around the thick, veiny member and pumping it once.

“See how fucking hard I am?” He hissed, clenching his jaw as she openly stared at the large appendage that looked hard as steel. “See how bad my cock wants to breed that little pussy of yours?” He asked in a deep voice that sounded like a growl.

She was speechless at his words when he moved his knees back. He looked down at her small shorts, hissing under his breath when he saw the large, wet patch on them.

She let out a choked moan when he immediately brought his spare hand up, rubbing his thumb against the wet patch where her clit was. Her hips jerked underneath him as pleasure shot like lightning from his touch.

His eyes fluttered at the feel of her heat through her shorts. “Fuck – I need to cum before I fuck your brains out,” he hissed, his cock bobbing as he crawled up her body. “Push those fucking tits together.” He ordered, his hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched her fumble to press her breasts together.

“L-like that?” She stuttered, holding her breasts at the sides and pressing them together. Her heart was racing in excitement as he nodded, his breath ragged. “Jus’ like that – good girl,” he praised in a deep tone, making her slightly preen at the praise. He moved up and shoved his cock harshly between her breasts. She gasped when he spit on her chest, his saliva and copious amounts of precum creating a smooth glide as he began to pump his hips, fucking her tits with a guttural moan. He hungrily watched his cock glide between her soft globes.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, his hands reaching to grip her breasts and squeeze them as he fucked into them at a steady pace. His action essentially rendered her holding them useless as he watched intently, his breath leaving him in harsh pants. He pinched her nipples harshly, making her squeal in pain and pleasure, scissoring her legs for friction as his thrusts got more aggressive. “Fuck, I’m already close— shit,” she couldn’t take her eyes off his panting, scarred body. Maybe it was her imagination, but she swore she saw the undamaged parts of his cheeks flush. His lips were parted, and his blazing eyes were alternating between looking at her face and his cock shoving through her squashed breasts.

His chest heaved and she continued staring with big eyes, mesmerized at the dark lust and passion that was showing on the always stoic man’s face. His strong, scarred body was a sight to behold. His abs and arms flexed with every rut of his hips – the tops of his thighs visible above his shoved down pants. They looked tense with restraint. Her core was throbbing, his surprising passion and strong body turning her on fiercely.

He was gorgeous.

“Fuck!” He hissed, making her jump when he ripped himself from her breasts and began jerking on his cock roughly. She watched heatedly as his hand moved quickly, and in a few pumps he moaned deeply, his eyes fluttering, his cock jerking and pulsing in his hand. Hot ropes of white cum shot out, landing on her breasts as he watched hungrily, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her cum-covered nipple and spreading it around. His body trembled in pleasure as he panted heavily, moving and falling heavily on his back next to her. She watched quietly as he tucked his softening member back in his pants, appearing like he was trying to catch his breath.

She swallowed, looking down to her cum covered breasts and biting her lip at how much he’d come. Her chest was covered. Her mind couldn’t process what happened, and the fact he offered to kill her mom.

She moved her stare to the ceiling, swallowing thickly and trying to quell the desire that had built inside her. Though she’d already came, his antics had pushed her back to being overwhelmed with lust.

A black phone suddenly entered her vision, her eyes widening as the flash hit her eyes, the unmistakable sound of a shutter from the camera.

“Dabi!” She hissed, jerking her head over to him to look at him in horror as he smirked at the picture. His blue gaze moved over to her, turning his phone to show her the picture.

Heat bombarded her face as she clearly saw his cum all over her tits and her wide-eyed expression.

“It’s almost like you posed,” he chuckled lowly, locking his phone and shoving it in his pocket. “That’ll be useful later.”

She frowned, tilting her head. “Useful later?” She squeaked, her mind immediately going to the idea that he could blackmail her with that picture if she told anyone or something.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “A good visual can really help a guy out,” realization dawned on her as her mouth dropped slightly in shock.

“Or you could just, I don’t know, see me?” She suggested, glancing at him as he pushed himself to a sitting position. She looked over his strong back for moments, pushing herself to her elbows when he stood and walked towards the bathroom, not answering her and making her sigh and fall back down on the bed.

Who was she kidding? He didn’t actually like her. For fucks sake, he hadn’t even kissed her; he just moved straight to dry humping and tit-fucking. He just wanted to get off, and she was a willing participant. She tried to keep fooling herself, and maybe she was just young and naïve, but she knew she liked Dabi.

She liked someone that wouldn’t hardly give her the time a day; someone who she likely didn’t even know his real name. Was she this lonely? This desperate?

When he walked stoically out of the bathroom, his jeans riding low on his tapered waist and showing her his v lines, she automatically decided she was.

He was carrying a cloth and tossed it to her. She caught the warm, damp cloth, glancing up at him.

“Clean yourself off,” he said gruffly, snatching his shirt off her bed and throwing it on, blood stain and all. His stoic demeanor was back, and it was so confusing that she began to wonder if he enjoyed himself as much as she thought he had.

She hastily began cleaning her breasts off. Not missing the fact his cobalt eyes would glance over to watch as he shrugged his long coat back on.

“Thanks for the antiseptic and the nut,” he smirked, her face heating as he turned and starting walking towards her bedroom door.

“Wait!” She blurted, seeing him pause and slowly turn as she pulled her top over her breasts and stood up. His stoic expression was back as he looked at her, seemingly bored as he waited for her to speak.

She twisted her hands, swallowing thickly. “Are-are you ever coming back…?” She trailed off, her heart hammering in fear of his answer as his jaw tightened. He continued to stare at her, his blue gaze flashing with all the thoughts she could see running through his head.

“Probably,” he said finally, his tone low, “if I say I won’t, I know it’s likely a lie like before. You’ll probably see me again,” he huffed, as though he was irritated with himself. “But you need to know I’m a busy man. I don’t mind your company, but I won’t have feelings for you, so if you’re harboring some kind of…affection,” he almost spat the word, making her cringe, “then I suggest you let that go. You won’t see me often and one day, I’ll leave and never come back.” He said resolutely, his tone firm and assured as her heart pounded and eyes widened.

“Can you handle that?”

She blinked, his question ringing in her mind. This shit has ‘heartbreak’ written all over it. She was probably crazy, but telling him to never come back just…wasn’t an option. She was a damn fool, and she knew it, but she couldn’t do it. However much he ended up hurting her, it could never hurt worse than her everyday life just…being her. Being quirkless. Being ignored. Being made fun of. Being a loser. Being unwanted.

Dabi, as broken as he was, seemed to want her to some degree, and he liked her company. Not to mention, she liked him too. He made her feel good – well, he made her feel bad, too. But the truth is that the brief moments with him were the best she felt in years.

Consequences be damned.

She slowly nodded, seeing his brow quirk in disbelief. She tried to keep her expression as sure as possible, worried he’d change his mind.

“If you say so,” he replied lazily, his eyes glinting as he pulled out his cell phone. “Give me your number. I’ll let you know when I can see you.”

She quickly gave him her number, watching him type it in and pocket his phone.

“Erm,” she interrupted when he opened her door. “Please be super quiet, my mom-“

“Yeah, I will. Don’t worry, doll. No one sees me unless I want them to,” he smirked at her, her heart lifting at the name he’s seemingly designated for her.

She watched him leave and though she knew her mom was likely sleeping with Prince Valium, she felt a small spark of worry that she’d somehow catch him.

She relaxed after a few minutes, pulling her phone off the nightstand and sighing. It wasn’t lost on her that he didn’t give her his number.

Of course he didn’t.

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

WORLDS ANGSTIEST FNAF SUN/MOON X READER AU BREAKDOWN:

Welcome to the synopsis of, the pawn au, OR,

the house always wins

(WARNING FOR ANGST, MANIPULATION, DEATH)

—-

So in this AU the reader is actually just. A really ordinary person. They work as a florist. They spend weekends watching movies mostly on their own bc they don’t have a lot of friends. They’re pretty lonely overall but they try rlly hard to be a nice person. They don’t even know that their Uncle- the man who raised them- is like. The Head Dude of a huge infamous criminal organization

So one day it slips out to police that Uncle Mafia Guy has this one person he’s closer to than anyone else, and he’s been heard on multiple occasions calling them ‘the closest thing he has to an heir’

So the cops are all like 👁👁👀👀👁👀👁👁👀👀👁👀👁👀👁👁👁 at reader bc Oh My God they must know so much but they’re young and inexperienced so maybe they can catch THEM slipping up in the way the Uncle never has

So Sun and Moon are sent first to see if they can see them doing anything they can arrest them for, but the worst thing Reader does is leave food out for the stray cats of the area but instead they attract raccoons

So the cops are like. Maybe they don’t show it on their PUBLIC LIFE. mAybe,, we gotta get up in their PERSONAL life

So Sun and Moon are sent in AGAIN but this time to try n get close enough to Reader to maybe catch them slipping up enough to get valuable info

(Sun and Moon are extremely bothered and morally object to this idea, but the longer Uncle Guy is out there running his Business, the more horrible things are happening in the world, and this is the CLOSEST THING they’ve gotten to a lead in like MONTHS)

At the same time,,,,,,

Eclipse is out there. Doing OTHER Crime Boss stuff. And his biggest threat/rival is Uncle Guy and HIS business

And HE ALSO hears abt Reader and their relationship w Uncle Guy

And he’s like 👁〰️👁

So. He first tries to spy on them, gets impatient, then says “fuck it I’ll do it myself” and waltzes into Reader’s life all uwo well hello there style

So. All THREE of these idiots. Are trying to fool the reader into being comfortable enough to tell them Everything

I But Reader is just like??? Wow so many cool ppl are hanging out around me lately! WOW THEY WANNA BE MY FRIENDS!! WOWOWOOW THEYRE ARE ALL SO NICE AND THEY LIKE KNOWING ABT MY INTERESTS AND HOBBIES AND *ME*

And idiot trips and falls hard for these idiots

And the OTHER idiots fucking. CRASH LAND into love for this moron

And at FIRST THEYRE ALL LIKE “OH NO”

“THIS COMPROMISES EVERYTHING” think Sun and Moon

But then Eclipse is like “oh yes ;3” and starts swooning Reader even HARDER

And sun and moon are like >>>:00000000

So reader is like DIZZY AND CONFUSED AND FULL OF BUTTERFLIES BC OF ALL THIS ATTENTION FROM THESE THREE HIMBOS

And then. The truth slips :)

And Reader takes it fuckign HORRIBLY. Like they TRUSTED THEM. They told them about their WORST MOMENTS and the things they’ll NEVER FORGET. They told them about all their favorite things, about their dreams and their fears and their wishes. And they wanted to maybe make a future WITH these guys. Did they ever even like them at all???

So they feel broken, distraught, and extremely betrayed.

And then. :) Uncle Crimeboss shows up

the Uncle is William Afton mcfuckface. And Reader isn’t even related to him. He killed their family in a house fire and they were the only one to escape.

Reader’s Dad worked for Afton and Afton was cleaning up a mess that he wasn’t going to let happen.

He knew he couldn’t just snuff Reader, who had escaped the fire, without it looking extremely sketchy. So he adopted them! As the best friend of their dad, he felt it only right

And this whole thing with Sun and Moon and Eclipse?? AFTON was the one that leaked the information about Reader being his ‘heir’. Then he sat back and waited for everyone else to make their move

It went wonderfully! Even better than planned! Bc now he can use this Huge Fucking Mess to manipulate Reader hardcore. Bc now he can use this Huge Fucking Mess to manipulate Reader hardcore, and sculpt them into being the perfect successor

And Reader is stuck in the middle. An unknowing pawn in a game they didn’t even realize was happening.

On one hand. Afton is like. The only person that’s ever been consistent in their life. They’ve been raised by him. He’s only ever played the ‘kind father’ part. So when he comes to their rescue RIGHT AS EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART, and says “see? The world only wants to control you and twist what you know is true into fiction. But I won’t let anyone hurt you here”

Of course they WANT to believe him

But. When you have been really and truly betrayed and made such a fool of. You start to really notice the Signs.

They know the truth now. And there’s nothing they can do to forgive and forget.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

sideburn theory strikes again

idk if its just that i have been fully driven around the bend by this show or is this is Big Brain special, but if all fails this is the lore of a crossover you might not have known you wanted.

so i posted way back in the bygone era of pre-s2 that i felt that there was something potentially behind the different sideburn lengths in the trailer and first promos, and my darling @theeminentlyimpractical added into this, plus the added spot of crowley's sunglasses changing. now this appears to have been debunked by further s2 content (and indeed s2 in its entirety), because there didn't appear to be rhyme nor reason to the sideburns, but there was to the sunglasses. so we kinda left it alone (although people keep rb'ing the original theory, frankly god knows why).

now we kinda came up with some explanation for this, which ive summarised in this ask earlier, but then. then. we saw this brilliant observation by @rebeccasteventaylor, and thought - well, fuck it, let's take another look.

note: reference screenshots of nearly every crowley scene, per episode, at end of post.

so main observations so far:

crowley seems to exclusively wear the silver sunglasses in ep1 and ep2

then switches to the new grey sunglasses from ep3 onwards

he has a mix of long and short sideburns ep1 to ep4, and switches sideburn lengths in those eps between scenes

then seems to exclusively have long sideburns in the 'second half'* ep5, and in ep6.

then i have the following thoughts from both seasons:

we know that crowley is a singular demon in that he has an imagination

we know that he is pretty powerful, including the ability to stop and hold time

there are indeed plenty of doctor who references which - absolutely, may be an innocent homage to david tennant - but seem so pointed in s2 that it's almost unnerving

two quotes! first: "if any harm comes to aziraphale because of this, i will... oh, it doesn't matter, it's too late for that now, isn't it?... its always too late."

second: "i know... looking at/working out where the furniture isn't..."

the crow road by Iain Banks is introduced at the very end of s2, being read by muriel, and has very prominent features on screen when metatron asks them about it. crow road plot involves the main character piecing together notes/sketches left by their late uncle. (by the by, very purposeful feature in s2 that aziraphale keeps multiple diaries, and can sketch real good - including specifically a picture of gabriel)

now, before i start parsing out the theory (though tbh, by this point, i imagine you can see where im going with this), i will add that as i said in the above linked ask, im fully on board with the sideburn thing being bc of AP/confines of filming in COVID, and so it may just be a detail that had to slide or was missed. but that isn't as fun as putting on the tinfoil hat.

the main thing for me is that the long sideburns seem to consistently appear on screen after aziraphale and crowley talk in justine's restaurant in ep5*. once crowley goes over to the bookshop to confront gabriel, the long sideburns seem to remain. this is also where crowley appears to be at his angriest which, tbh, is kind of at odds with how he seemed to speak about and treat gabriel in ep3 and ep4.

let's start with ep3 (ill come back to ep1 and ep2*). in the vavoom scene, crowley almost seems quite chummy towards gabriel, perhaps slightly condescending, but warmer than he is after shax arrives. now, shax turning up to remind crowley of the stakes involved (ie threat to aziraphale) is completely trackable against how crowley then speaks to gabriel afterwards. but it is this quote that has baffled me slightly:

"if any harm comes to aziraphale because of this, i will... oh, it doesn't matter, it's too late for that now... its always too late."

and the reason it baffles me is because... well, i don't really get what crowley is talking about? he's rescued aziraphale on plenty of occasions, and seems to always be in the nick of time (or stopping it, if you consider 1793), and aziraphale has previously rescued crowley back with impeccable timing.

aziraphale hasn't actually come to much harm in any of the story we've seen so far; the only time crowley wasn't on time was with the bookshop fire, and whilst that was resolved, it would match up with what crowley's saying about being too late... but 'always too late'? ie, more than once? seems like there's been a pattern where crowley is too late.

the other thought i had on this is that crowley says "too late" in reference to saving morag in the same episode (but in the resurrectionist minisode within) but that was on aziraphale himself for dithering - why would crowley talk about it? so it seems to me that there are other instances where crowley himself has been too late to save aziraphale. the only time i really think this happens, where aziraphale ends up in danger, is the Domestic at the end of ep6 when crowley is too late to tell aziraphale how he feels - which probably would have influenced his decision to stay and not walk willingly into the clutches of the metatron... but in the s2 narrative, that hasn't happened yet.

furthermore, @theeminentlyimpractical brought up this little detail up from the book:

which doesn't necessarily mean anything in this theory's context, that crowley has one of his watch's clocks programmed to hell's timezone, but appears to be a detail specifically related to crowley nonetheless; futile fight, helplessness, the concept of always being Too Late.

the last thing however to mention about ep3 is that there appears to be a very clear before and after where the sideburns are concerned. where muriel turns up, and crowley and aziraphale talk in the back-back room, crowley is sporting shorter sideburns. but after aziraphale leaves, crowley comes down from upstairs carrying books, and has longer sideburns. i don't necessarily have any explanation for this, but do observe that it seems quite deliberate for the episode that he has the longer ones once aziraphale leaves, and continuing into ep4 when aziraphale comes back from edinburgh.

ep5 however, crowley arrives on whickber street, and is back with ye old short sideburns again. the only time this changes in the beginning half(ish)* is when he and aziraphale visit Arnold's. once again, don't really have any theoretical explanation for this, but one thing i will say is that when crowley and aziraphale approach the archway/alley that goes to Arnold's (just after "can i watch?"), they're in step with each other... but when aziraphale gets to the window, he's alone for a good few seconds and crowley doesn't appear - he might be out of shot, but then does appear just as aziraphale enters the shop... just an odd amount of time to have not followed aziraphale to the window.

in any case, crowley then follows around, gets waylaid and epiphany-slapped by nina, gets somewhat pissed in justine's, and then heads over to the bookshop. where he next appears upstairs, and suddenly sporting long sideburns again. it then seems somewhat pointed that this is where he really lays in to gabriel - now, contributory factors here are he's just been hit with the realisation that he loves aziraphale and aziraphale loves him, and he's probably about five sheets to the wind.

but it's particularly venomous and angry which - yeah, tracks - but i wonder if this is in response to something more? that crowley has more to be angry at gabriel over, more to be resentful of, than just that gabriel's presence in the bookshop could bring harm to aziraphale, and gabriel's involvement in the botched execution?

add to this, the line that we're all losing our heads over?

"i know... looking at/working out where the furniture isn't..." (subtitles conflict on amazon re: the first bit vs what im personally hearing, but neil has confirmed it's at least 'where the furniture isn't.')

now this all relates in the conversation back to gabriel's analogy of his missing memory feeling like a house with missing furniture, and trying to work out what in fact is missing. many have speculated that crowley might have gone through the same predicament of forcibly losing his memory (and s2 certainly does set it up like that), but i do wonder if it in fact twists that crowley is actually investigating the missing furniture, piecing together his own clues?

his tone being resigned and bitchy, even mocking, could well just be him laying on gabriel again, or indeed he could be empathising because he too has lost his memories, or because he's in the same boat and trying to piece things together... just, not in the same way?

so let's come back to what im actually getting at here; does crowley expand on his time-stopping powers, and does he essentially step back into his own timeline? and has to piece it together à la crow road?

was there an alternative timeline that still resulted in aziraphale going to heaven, but under different circumstances, and crowley comes back to change it to no avail, and that's where we leave s2? or, in this aborted (?) timeline, does aziraphale get got by hell, or gets taken out of the BOL (and falls?), crowley is trying to work out how/why, tracks it back through to the events we see in s2, ends up helping to hide gabriel (eg. he comes back after the So Did I argument), but then that leads down the path of losing aziraphale to heaven anyway, just in a different way? "it's always too late"?

now, don't let it be said that i won't poke holes in my own theory, because this is absolutely crazy and relatively baseless... and is so easily explained as just being One Of Those Filming Things (i simply felt it was slightly remiss to not mention these thoughts floating in my noggin).

the main issue of course is that *ep1 and ep2 are literally a mess where this theory is concerned. there are some short/long sideburn differences that can't be explained away, because the scenes literally follow in succession to each other - eg. ep1 goes from leaving the coffee shop (short), to the gabriel reveal (long), to So Did I (short again). another eg. ep2 goes from leaving the pub (long), to the walk across the road (short), to the job segue (long again). i could try to explain this with "oh crowley stopped time and switched", but that would probably be a bit of a cop out, however possible it might technically be within the narrative.

i don't even really know where to leave this off, but im still just of the mind that for a show where attention to detail is Everything (take the neil ask about the records, for example; he immediately spotted that the holes weren't right for jukebox compatibility, but they had to accept it as a good regardless), this feels like a pretty Big Goof?

alternatively yes, it might be AP whereupon david was going into another job fairly shortly after reshoot work was needed, or there were COVID related filming issues, but a) seems like a lot of reshoot work/pickups, and b) couldnt they have just trimmed the 'burns/be able to fake the length? idk but my brain is scrambled and im so confused.

screenshots!

S/L (red) - short/long sideburns, S/G (grey) - silver/grey sunglasses

episode one:

episode two:

episode three:

episode four:

episode five:

episode six:

[thinkin-bout-milgram]

Update on Amane Initial Thoughts

I don't intend to write my standard "Purge March: Initial Thoughts" post tonight, seeing as I haven't been able to find the audio drama. While this normally wouldn't bother me too much, I think a lot of my theorizing is up in the air without knowing if it's in the AD or not (ex. who her victim(s) are), and I think her verdict is highly dependent on her current mindset (in Milgram, which we will best see through the audio drama).

For the reasons I state below, and because Amane is currently going at a highly innocent rate and I would like to hear the audio drama before we as a fanbase make a decision, I strongly encourage voting guilty for at least the time being.

If you're curious about my initial-initial thoughts from tonight, I'll copy/paste my YouTube comment below.

"Okay, so this is DEFINITELY interesting. First of all, it seems like the character she healed against the cult's wishes was, genuinely, a cat. However, I don't think that's who she killed (or at least, not the only thing). (Es says in the Haruka T2 VD that Milgram doesn't count animals.) It's kind of hard to tell what's happening at 2:28, given that it's pretty far away, but there's clearly blood. Amane's kill shot in UNDERCOVER shows her bashing someone in with a pole, so I think it's pretty safe to assume that whatever her baton represents is what the murder weapon was.

However, Amane's murder location on her prisoner card in UNDERCOVER is the shower. (To be clear, I'm talking about the card she holds up with her prisoner number, not just the image with someone's hand laying on the ground with water from above.) That's very strange, considering the shot at 2:28 seems to be outside of the bathroom, possibly in some sort of bedroom or something. I think that this is meant to clue us into the fact that Amane may have killed multiple people (or at the very least, one person and one cat).

Looking at it further, though, I start to wonder who exactly it is Amane killed. At the beginning of the MV, we see four flags that seem to represent the four cult leaders that we know of. She fumbles and drops Gozake's. Interestingly, Gozake is the one seen to be giving Amane water torture in the Magic MV. Given that you can kind of see a hand holding the shower in the shot at 1:05, it seems like the water torture happened in the shower.

Amane gets tazed, though, and that would likely go with Riyone's torture (the one that looks like electricity). So, unless Riyone is the little girl that goes with the man that tases her (possible), it seems like these must have either been different occasions, or more people were there than just the man and the girl. No matter what, I think it's safe to say that Amane killed at least one of the two of them, because that would be what makes them relevant enough to be the ones revealed in her MV.

I'll just say it: I think Amane killed at least one of the four cult leaders. Towards the ending, it flips back and forth between Amane spinning her baton and the cult leaders. You can see blood on the baton at the end of this segment, though (2:17), and then we never see the cult leaders again.

The lyrics also support the interpretation of Amane killing someone who hurt her, given that there are mentions of how they seemingly ignored her cries that she was sorry.

All in all, I know this is gonna be an unpopular opinion, but I have to go guilty in order to protect Shidou, which in turn protects Mahiru. I also believe that Amane is trying to strike a deal with Es, much like Kotoko did in Trial 1, and I don't condone agreeing with Amane.

One final argument: Amane is now the leader of the marching band. She is leading a group of Amanes towards "The Purge." That, to me, directly says that if nothing happens to change where Amane is, she will lead more children like her to these same beliefs. That's enough reason to justify it to me. Amane may only be a child, but if she poses a threat to countless other children and we might have the ability to change her path, I want to try to take that opportunity."

UPDATE: Purge March Initial Thoughts

[playedcrowd5610]

Resurrected? -Chapter 6

he team is on a routine mission when Phantom gets blasted by one of the goons wielding experimental tech. Unable to keep his ghost form intact he transforms back into his human form. Causing the rest of his teammates to think the beam had somehow brought him back to life!

The team starts to try to protect Danny and make sure he doesn’t die again, always checking around every corner for a possible threat. How long will he last?

Wattpad: Here.      FF: Here.      Ao3:  Here.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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OH MY GOSH, GUYS, @2000dragonarmy made this amazing fanart of Conner and annoyed Danny.

I love it so much!<3 I almost fell off my chair when I saw it, It is so amazing thank you!  You guys should check them out XD

Fanart <3

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The Mall, a place where teens hang out on a daily basis. They go shopping, hang out with their friends, and eat food at the food court. And also apparently a place where Danny needs to be shown the joys of the human world so he doesn't kill himself again, or something. Why the place of the peak of humanity is a mall Danny would have no idea.

Danny glances around at the team surrounding him as they walk towards the only mall in Happy Harbor. Conner had put him down a little after Danny's second escape attempt. He keeps carrying him around like a little kitten and it is getting on Danny's nerves.

And now it seems like they have made a protective barrier around him. Some on the sides, behind, and in front of him. Whether it was on purpose or not, it was getting really annoying.

He is not some child! Even if all the other ghosts call him that. Honestly, he is very responsible for his two-years-dead age. He has been able to fight some of the most powerful beings in the zone and won, on multiple occasions!

Others say he could probably beat Superman if he tried. But nooooooooo, his very fragile human body can keel over at any minute. For crying out loud half of this team is human! Or at the very least close to the fact. He rolled his eyes.

He just needs to figure something out. Maybe he could convince one of the ghosts to come over and 'kill' him or something. (not really, but they could make it look real enough). And he is sure there would be a bunch who would be happy to do it. But he doesn't want to traumatize his new friends and team by having him murdered in front of them.

He still doesn't even know if he could transform at this point. He is pretty sure he can, he could feel his core thrumming angrily in his chest at the prospect of being protected and not being the protector. But he still needs to check, just to be sure.

He still feels very weak after that blast, and it doesn't seem normal. Now he just needs to get away from his babysitters for one minute. That's if he could get past an entire SUPER HERO TEAM that is guarding him right now from stubbing his toe.

There was a blur next to him and an arm wrapped around his shoulders. "Come on stop moping around Phantom," Wally said.

"What am I supposed to do? I feel like you guys would get creeped out if I walked around with a bright smile on my face at this point." Danny raised an eyebrow at the speedster.

Artemis bumped his shoulder. "Come on, we are just going to hang out like we normally do, only this time it's at a mall instead of a cave."

"A very homey cave!" Megan butted in, a cheery smile on her face. "And I have only managed to convince Conner to come to the mall with me once before, so this is going to be great. And we can get you some new clothes too!"

Danny grimaced. "I'm wearing clothes already, why do I need new ones?"

"That's the same thing Conner always says." Megan pouted. "You only wore black and white before, and the clothes you are wearing don't match your eyes now. The red doesn't work."

Danny looked down at the clothes he was wearing, it was normal for his human form. His red and white T-shirt and his dark blue jeans. He raised his eyebrow up at the Martian. "But red's my favorite colour."

Robin perked up. "I thought you said it was blue?"

Danny shrugged. "It changes."

"Come on Phantom, Please just let me pick out oneeeee outfit. Only one, I promise." Megan pleaded. Danny looked at her eyes which was a mistake. How were they so big? Probably using a bit of shape-shifting or something. She probably learned the begging tactic from Wally asking for cookies.

"Fine, okay. Just one."

Wally leaned over to him clapping his hand on his shoulder. "Rest in peace man."

Danny grumbled. "That was supposed to be the plan."

Wally chuckled nervously and sped over to his best friend who was closer to the front. He wrapped his arm around Robin's shoulders. The redhead was taller than the acrobat so it was easy. He leaned down to Robin. "You think your old man would be open to adopting another kid who also has a death wish and wants to fight crime?" Danny tilted his head to the side at Wally's comment. He still had some of his enhanced hearing.

He didn't see what expression Robin made, but he kind of shrugged. "I doubt it, I think I was a one-time only thing. B's not much of a kid person. I would be very surprised to see him adopt another one."

"But he looks just like you. Black hair blue eyes."

Robin tilted his head up to Wally. "What would that have to do with anything?"

The speedster waved him off. "Ah fine. I'll figure something else out then. Maybe I can talk to uncle Bary." He put his hand on his chin.

"What? You trying to get him adopted or something?"

Wally threw his hand to the side. "Someone needs to take care of our baby."

Danny ran his hand down his face with a groan.

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Notes

Beta read by: BrokenBlueHeart

Head cannon, Danny Fenton's favorite colour is Red while Phantom's favorite colour is blue. They don't know why, it's just a slight personality difference.

Thank you all so much for all of your amazing comments on this story, you guys give me so much inspiration and I am always so overjoyed when I read your thoughts on this story! If there are any scenarios that you want to see in the future please comment them! I was stuck with some writer's block for this that's why it took so long to update. I love ya’ll :3

I also hope I didn't get anyone too out of character but we will see, I was kinda having an off time with Megan. But then again this is supposed to be a crack fic, So...

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

[woomycritiques543]

Long Post, but honestly, I hate to have to get involved again but-

What is you people's deal over Starlatte27?!

What?

Did she eat your baby? Steal your car? Break your fucking legs?

Because she was an asshole on Tapatalk but then apologized for it a year later? Because she had some shitty anti hazbin Tumblr she no longer wants to talk about because she hates it now and wants nothing to do with many of you because of the stalking, harassment, and death threats towards her? What's so different for her past self than so many of you assholes who'd rather spend hours of your time trying to track down a kid with your "YOURE STAR!!! COME OUT SO WE CAN BULLY YOU!!!" bullshit and harassing her freinds than to actually do something productive with your goddamn lives.

What's so special- that you have to stalk this kid for three whole fucking years?! How is her past behavior "so different" than "What The Hazbin" going after Star for telling her freinds to stop posting her deleted content and lying about her dms of when she melted down because they were fucking bullying her?! How was she different than any over "Anti Hazbin" blog at the time besides talking specifically about a blog that was well known at the time?

What's so different than ShowToonz liking one of What The Hazbin's posts of people giving them a pitty party over how they treated Star and the others without Star knowing! Stabbing her in the back- instead of having any sympathy for people WhatTheHazbin, Sia, or that other fan (she forgot their name) hurt and interacting with them despite knowing of what they did to her?! A true freind doesnt support people who repeatedly abused you and your freinds as a child. Anyone with a goddamn brain would put two and two together and not treat someone that way. Yet Show still did it, and tried to deny what they did despite clearly supporting WTH and their behavior with all the "ANTI HAZBIN! STAN!" crap. Or Devil's Advocutie traumatizing Star when she was only a teenager by trying to dig up her old Twitter to deframe her, near her birthday and Star reasonably being upset when she saw that one of her freinds named "Sia" supported this person because she realized how fucking shitty this person and other "Anti Hazbin" blogs that she knew at the time were actually acting. One of them even mocking someone for wearing a fucking t-shirt just because it had a Hazbin character on it! What?! Not trying to defend Star's past actions here-

But trying to chase her with her past as an excuse to stalk and attack the girl while acting like you're "so great!" for doing the same things she did is not the way to go. It makes you worse if anything.

It wasnt just Lemon either, Star told me that the context behind this blog was that they WTH and several others were harassing a suic^dal minor over a minor convienence in the discord server Star, WTH, and they were in and talking about them behind their back even after they apologized, being incredibly rude about it, etc. WhatTheHazbin never apologized for this, let alone pulling a "Tess Tyler" (Star's words, not mine.) and trying to pull down Star and other people for their past regardless if the behavior was repeated or not while not holding themself accountable and continuing to virtue signal and harass Star and her freinds on multiple occasions after this had happened.

Star talking about what Sia did behind her back is what started the "Sia lying about Star's age" fiasco in the first place! Because of her being reasonablly- and I mean reasonably being upset over the fact that people were harassing her freinds and continuing to do so repeatedly despite Star begging them to stop! So you wanna talk to me about "harassment?" How about you talk about how you've been harassing this 20-fucking-1, since she was a minor! Some of you went further by attacking LemonCritiques and calling them "Star" to get people to attack their blog and anyone else accociated with her because you wanted to track Star down and "cancel" her for speaking out about those that harassed her mutuals that fucking badly just because she didnt want to join in on your bullying anymore.

What's so different about her that you have to stalk her for so long when she's just been trying to make a better name for herself somewhere else? Because from im seeing, who she was back then- is no different than those who are stalking her are now! Hell, I would even call how you're acting even worse because you're being nasty as all fuck by stalking some random kid, that you've never even met and calling it "holding her accountable" when it's all things she isnt even doing anymore, or things that she never even did at all!

It's creepy, ok? All of how some of you are treating Starlatte- It's creepy to stalk people! Especially if it's since she was a younger teen, all the way towards her near-20s because you refuse to accept the fact that people are going to criticize you for being an asshole or for making mistakes with your own criticisms, that your posts arent as perfect as you thought they were, that you are also someone to hold accountable when you make mistakes with what you write, that you couldn't move on fter having to face backlash for your own actions instead of it just being about Vivziepop all the time.

Chasing after a kid online to try to throw her reputation into the dirt/ruin her online life entirely, no matter how much she apolgizes, no matter how much she tries to tell you to leave her alone, over things she doesnt even do anymore because of how much you want to have "revenge!" for her speaking about how the people you idolize did something wrong (sound familiar?) isn't "online criticism"-

THIS IS STALKING! It's that simple.

Showing this account because being a NSFW blog who stalks a child and not caring about whether your content traumatizes that kid or not, and being a stalker towards said child on top of it (this is a part of WTH's group in case anyone is wondering.) just because she announced that she doesnt support your group's actions anymore and trying to virtue signal your way out of admitting to the reason that you're really upset (SIA)- all this lying and harassment is nasty as hell! Cyberbullying of any kind is never ok! Please report these kinds of people. The bullying has to stop. Holy shit!

Also what's with the repitition of "you aint slick!" is this the same person?! WHAT THE FUCK?! 😂 Why are they back?! This part is honestly kind of funny- only because they're petty enough to try to bypass a block, bring up a situation that has nothing to do with their claim as a way to virtue signal their way into trying to ruin some kid's life by endlessly stalking her (when the "they" thing was just a calm critique discussion that ended with a apology from the other party that for all I know, this person know's nothing about). At first I was kind of bluffing when I said I wanted a break from Tumblr, but now im serious- some of you people are actually fucking disgusting. Have a nice "never talk to me or my freinds ever again!" thank you!

[coralinescorner626]

DISCRIMINATION NATION

In my last post I mention a store, a McDonald's in Philipsburg Pennsylvania in Peebles plaza. At this store there are several very diverse employees. And in each and every interview with these employees I have discovered that this store has a major issue of discrimination based on race and disabilities. I will now tell you of the lesser of the evils and slowly build my way up to what I personally think is the worse. Now to start I've had an interview with a former employee, a young man who shall stay anonymous for several reasons, One is simply because he was one of the issues in this particular situation. This man has told me that because of the way he looked he was denied a promotion after being promised it time and time again, during this time two women got promoted instead. He had used sexist language to describe both women. He had also used a lot of racial slurs against one of the women, she is black. My interview with him left me with a bad taste in my mouth, considering I had found out he wasn't fired for causing a hostile work environment with his consistent accusations, slurs and bullying being thrown at women and the people of color at this location but instead for stealing breakfast burritos.

The next person I had interviewed was one of his victims to the workplace harassment. They had described to me how they got judged and called the N word on multiple occasions by other employees when they had assumed she was out of ear shot. She no longer works at that store but to my knowledge she was not fired, I am unsure if she quit, was laid off due to the hygiene situation or was transferred to a different store location. She gave me no way to contact her again so I may never know and neither will you.

The last part of this story will be the treatment of all with mental handicaps like C-PTSD and autism. In an interview with another employee, who wished to stay anonymous, I had discovered that almost non of the managers know how to handle a person on the autistic spectrum, infact at least three of the managers there actively try to put victims of Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder into savere panic attacks and for the employees who are on the spectrum the same managers go out of their way to put them into autistic meltdowns. I had the unfortunate experience of witnessing an employee be forced into a melt down myself, from what I could hear the manager known as Amy B, last name unknown by the interviewee, threaten the autistic man's life. This manager has also gone on to say in front of others that the victim of her attacks is faking autism because he doesn't have down syndrome. I will attempt to interview the victim of her verbal assault and death threats whenever I get the chance.

As a last remark and a simple lesson to all my viewers. Using police as your murder weapon is still murder. There will be blood on your hands if you call the police to assess anyone who is autistic or have been diagnosed with a mental illness of any kind. Police are trained to shoot first and ask questions later. Please call your local social workers instead, They are trained to save lives not take them. This is my message to all who read this.

I'll see you next time on

Coraline's corner

Stay safe.

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Are there hormones in your milk or did teenagers who developed early in highschool get pregnant first because they were seen as attractive first?

Find out soon!

( it's not about teen pregnancy)

[herionch1c]

I just want to say that I realize I have evolved in to a stronger person and the recovery is a lot of hard work and I still slip up every now in again but, you can do it. I was very deep in Ana and in a very un health relationship(with partner, friends, and family). I was young my mother encourage my eating disorder, encouraging me not eat and purge. She tricked and abused me, forcing me to stay in mentally and verbally abusive relationship because she was having an affair with my boyfriend. He had cheated on my with my best friend and my mother. He later in year manipulated into preform sexual favors and sexually assaulted many times. I’m not saying that I’m completely innocent bin anything but I feel that he took advantage of me, yes I could have been nicer, fought back, not given in but I did. And the man I was in love with for many years and still think back to on this day with much fondness was no better then other. He was abusive in every way. I thought he loved me so I forgave him for many year and seeing him in the new light truly pains me. I’m this very moment as I’m writing this I feel as if I’m going to throw up, like the air is being sucked out of me. He was 3yrs older than me and I was just 12-13 at the time I had already been groom and sexually abuse by my fathers friend as well as men online(kik, Skype, Omegle, ect.) so the attention and praise from this charismatic and loved person quickly turn in to ask for nudes and sexual favors. Which he later shared to the entire school branding me as whore and sleeze. He was everything I want he had a trouble passed like I did so I thought we were the same. I loved him with all my heart. He said he was going to marry me as he raped me in the same bed as my best friend and when I told her what happened after he left the room she got mad at me and told me that I was lying and if I did I’m the sicko. We had an on again off again relationship where he beat me giving black eyes and bruises and slipping my lip on multiple occasions (which were all written off as nothing because I like to goof around and wrestle). The only person who ever stood up for me was my brother, I remember he had just punched me in the car after “goofing around in front of my mom(who laughed), the boy kiss me and said that he was sorry as I cried. We pulled inside and I busted through the front door as my brother and his friend watch movies in the living room, my brother clear worried why I was cry came to check and see why I was crying. Before I could in my room he turn me around and saw my face. Furious he ran to the boy started to threat him, my mom told him to stop and defend my abuser saying it was no big deal and that I was tuff. That is just on instance of these off again on again relationship. He left me for one of my god friends blamed me for everything losing both of them in an instance. This spiraled in to a sex addiction. Formally diagnose with and hyper sexuality disorder. Have seek validation though sexual behavior both online and in person. Later fighting multiple addiction issues I figure my shit out starting with getting clean. I started seeking treatment for mental illness and speaking to people finding hobbies. Getting a good support system. I was lost and religion help in the form of peganism and my culture. I have relapsed with eating a few times and self harm but never and drugs or sex. I am not alway happy and I’m still fighting me demons but it’s getting better and being able to talk about this into the nothingness of online where no one knows who I am is incredibly reassuring. I want people to know so I get closure so it’s something I can work on talking about and recover.

[jade-parcels]

For the NSFW alphabet, might I request D, M, Q, S, V, X and Y for Diluc & Albedo please? :3

- NOTSFW!! Minors don’t interact with this post! -

Diluc:

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His is a bit embarrassing but he stole your underwear once and jacked off with them, dirtying them with his cum. Overcome with shame, he burnt the undies and threw the ashes outside in a fit of embarrassment! Then he felt guilty again because he could have just washed them :/ He’d pass away if you ever found out

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He likes when you wear corsets or any ‘bedroom attire’ he buys you. He’s also turned on by the threat of a maid of servant walking in on you two or just being caught in general.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Diluc isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, he’d rather dedicate a night to multiple rounds

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Diluc can go for two or three rounds as long as he can catch a break in between to catch his breath or change positions. He does try to hold out so he can come at the same time as you…That usually doesn’t happen though, he can’t help it! He’s sensitive…and you feel so good

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Diluc isn’t a moaner, he tends to just grunt, groan and gasp. He tries to be quiet so he can hear you so if you want him to be loud, you’ll have to make him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Diluc’s cock is close to 8 inches and he’s pretty girthy too, when you hold him in your hand you can feel the weight there. He keeps his pubes neatly trimmed too

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Diluc is honestly down to fuck every night, he doesn’t have much time during the day so he’s more active at night. He won’t be able to go for multiple rounds every single night but he does often find himself thinking of you

Albedo:

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This is truly a dirty secret. He dreams of spiking your food or drink with aphrodisiacs while you have dinner together. Watching as you start squirming in your seat, your skin flushed and eyes blown wide. Then you’d both have a wild night of sweaty, animalistic sex. He’s gone home to bake all kinds of dishes to see how he could mask the taste of the potent love potion and eaten them all himself afterwards too. He’s written dozens of scenarios in his journal, trying to figure out an ethical way to do this (he’d have to be in a relationship, he’d never do this in a non-consensual way) but since he can’t come up with anything, this will remain a fantasy

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His main motivation is just getting all of that repression out of his system, allowing himself to indulge in you. Like Diluc, Albedo also entertains the idea of being caught in his office, he loves the thrill. Albedo also loves seeing that you’re enjoying yourself, hearing you moan out his name…mmm…

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Albedo is a busy guy so most of the time, you’ll be having quickies either at home before he passes out from exhaustion or in his office between experiments. He tends to actually like quickes, he gets a kick out of the adrenaline rush

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One or two, he usually wont exceed that… However… That doesn’t mean he won’t use his hands or other techniques to get you off as many times as you can handle~ And Albedo can hold out for quite awhile, you won’t catch him coming early.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Albedo is another quiet one, lots of gasping or groaning but not loud moaning. He wants to hear you! On rare occasions, if you can get him begging and crying, he won’t bother trying to be quiet

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got an average length of 5 and a half inches with a slight upward curve with some veins. He’s got a pretty cock, there’s just something about it. He’s inconsistent with trimming down there since he’s so busy so you never know what you’re gonna get when you yank his pants down

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Albedo is repressed but his sex drive is relatively low. He enjoys sex but he doesn’t want it all the time, he thinks fucking too often would take the fun out of it

[bumbleklee]

Hi! I love your work and I’ve been binging it for a while! <3 I was wondering if I could have some angst and a broken heart since it seems I like to suffer. ;’) Can I have headcannon with an insecure adventurer reader who’s in a relationship with one of the Mondstadt boys (or just the dark night because I’m down bad since he didn’t come home). They are insecure because while they are a great adventurer, ever since the traveler came, they’ve been living in the traveler’s shadow with everyone, even possibly the readers lover, praising the traveler. The reader takes on increasingly difficult missions, even putting their life on the line since they feel as though they have to prove themselves. In an attempt to stop the reader, the Mondstadt boys tell the reader that they aren’t the traveler, but instead of the good intent behind it, the reader takes it as if their lover prefers the traveler and decides to try and give up adventuring since they realized that not once did their lover go on an adventure with them, but they did with the Traveler. This was long, I’m sorry, but feel free to reject it! Stay safe and healthy!

hey!!! a few little notes: i ended up going with just diluc and instead of hcs, i wrote a little one-shot. i hope you enjoy it and i hope i nailed your idea lol <3 enjoy! (requests are open)  also: u will pull diluc!!! and thank u for ur support :3

before reading: 1.8k words, little mentions of blood but nothing graphic, kinda angsty w feelings of despair (tw?? idk), under cut for length

The first time you realized you had fallen into Lumine’s shadow is when your weekly commissions are given to her. Jean didn’t give you much explanation when she sent you home for the day but you could only assume it’s because Lumine could do them better

The second time is when you were absent for a weekend to clear out Hiluchurls from Wolvendome and when you returned back to Mondstadt to share the news, everyone was preoccupied helping Lumine find her brother.

The third time is when, despite your tireless efforts to protect your hometown this year, Lumine was chosen as the Windblume Star.

You had gone from the Knights of Favonius' greatest knight to a mere shadow. Your accomplishments and achievements felt like nothing when compared to Lumine’s and you became desperate to be known again. You watched your teammates pick Lumine over you, choosing to accompany her on adventures, and your friends constantly chatting about how amazing she was.

And, well, she was.

Lumine was beautiful. She was delicate and soft and fought gracefully, while you often came home covered in dirt or blood. And she was kind - so, so kind. She offered her hand to you on multiple occasions, never once seeing you as the threat you saw her as. And beyond her looks, Lumine was passionate and strong and everything you were not. She had everything you had and more except for one thing.

Diluc.

But when you saw Lumine sitting at the bar in the tavern, sharing a daring story with your boyfriend, you became doubtful.

From your seat on the second level of the tavern, you had a perfect view of the pair. Diluc looked happy - perhaps even happier than with you - and your heart broke. Would Lumine be the end of an era between you and Diluc? You loved Diluc to death and all you wanted was for him to be happy.

The truth was, you were running out of patience, running out of fake enthusiasm and fake laughs and fake smiles when Diluc bragged to you about what Lumine did that day. The constant praises and compliments towards a woman who wasn’t even in the room tore you apart bit-by-bit. You were finding it harder to get through each day as Diluc slipped through your fingers.

When you finally broke your silence, you talked to Kaeya.

It was an accidental breakdown - Kaeya had made a cheeky comment about how his brother was spending an awfully lot of time with the traveler and you just broke down. Realizing the severity of the situation, Kaeya pulled you into his office and closed the door. He let you sit at his desk until you calmed down.

“What’s going on?”

So, you told him. You finally let out the bottled up despair and, frankly, jealousy you had been holding in for the past few weeks. You told Kaeya about how you went from ‘hero to zero’ and how you didn’t even deserve to be a knight anymore.

“If I’m not a knight, I don’t have a purpose,” You said solemnly. “I haven’t picked up my sword in a month, Kaeya.”

Kaeya makes a noise of acknowledgement and urges you to continue.

“And I can’t stand how she’s better than me! I’m the Revolutionary Knight - not her!” Despite your angered words, you’re suppressing panic deep in your chest. “She’s already taken so much from me and she’s going to take Diluc.”

“Diluc loves you,” Kaeya reassures you. You’ve never heard his voice this soft and serious before. “Nothing Lumine can do is going to make Diluc ever stop loving you.”

Deep down, you knew that. You knew that Diluc loved you and planned to marry you one day, you knew that. It was just hard to convince your heart of that. As you stared down at the floor, you heard Kaeya sigh.

“Maybe you just need to show him you’re just as good at Lumine.”

That night, you packed a bag before Diluc got home from the tavern and left for Liyue. You would fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring back Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would see your heroic nature and forget all about Lumine - they all would.

***

When Diluc came home that night to find your absence, he began to worry. You were never one to leave without saying anything so Diluc rushed to the Knight’s Headquarters quickly. He was fortunate that Jean and Kaeya were still there finalizing some paperwork.

“Master Diluc?” Jean asked, rising from her desk as Diluc rushed inside her office. “Is everything alright?”

“Y/N is missing,” He said quickly.

“Missing? Are you sure?”

“Yes! They never go anywhere without telling me,” Diluc continued. He noticed Kaeya avert his gaze and snapped his eyes over to his brother, “Kaeya, what do you know?”

“I may have told them to do something heroic to win you back,” Kaeya said, realizing his idea may not have been the best.

Diluc’s eyes widened, “Win me back?”

Kaeya sighed and explained what was going on with you. Diluc’s heart dropped into his stomach and he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been. He should have been praising you, not Lumine. “They mentioned something about the Cryo Regisvine-”

Diluc didn’t let Kaeya speak another word before he took off. You couldn’t have gotten that far and when Diluc noticed the darkening weather, his feet picked up their pace.

***

A fierce gust of wind made you cover your face with your arms. Out of nowhere, it started pouring rain but you wouldn’t let that stop you. You pushed through the impending storm and made your way down into the cave where the ice monster lived. You gripped your sword tightly as the monster sensed your presence and unraveled, turning the downcoming rain into shards of ice that landed on your skin like needles.

Without much delay, you charged the Cryo Regisvine and landed three hits on its corolla before one of its leafy arms wacked into you, sending you hurdling backwards. Your sword was knocked out of your hand and you struggled to catch your breath.

More sharp icicles pierced your skin and a spray of freezing air coated your skin. Yet, you still managed to grab your sword and stand. Your hobbled toward the monster again and when the same leafy arm came towards you, you slashed at it.

The monster let out a screech and retracted itself before slamming it’s head down towards your body. You dodged the first hit but were caught off guard when the second hit knocked you off your feet. You barely had time to roll away when it slammed it’s head down a third time.

“Y/N!”

Diluc surged forwards, grabbing your arm and forcefully pulling you to your feet. Your sword became lost from your hold and the sudden movement caused the blade to scrape down your leg before clambering to the ground again. A nasty gash was left and you seethed.

He couldn’t even think as he pulled you away from the monster. You had never seen Diluc move so fast. He didn’t let you go until you were both far enough from the cave to feel secure. Diluc’s arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly and you were too stunned to say anything.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your mind felt foggy. You tried to open your mouth and speak but no words came out.

“Do you realize how dangerous that was?”

“I just...Lumine…”

Diluc pulled back at this and stared in your eyes. You couldn’t quite match the emotion on his face. “You’re not Lumine!”

His words cut deep and you felt tears soak your eyes. Maybe if your head was clearer and you could actually hear your thoughts, you would have realized Diluc didn’t mean it that way. But the only thing consuming your mind was that he was right. You weren’t Lumine and you would never be Lumine. “I know!” You cried out suddenly, “That’s why I have to go and kill that thing! So I can give you a hoarfrost core and you’ll love me again!”

Diluc only looked at you. His hands ran down from your shoulders to your hands and he brought your left hand to his lips. You heard him sigh before kissing your knuckle gently.

Your wet hair was dripping water down your face in freezing cold droplets. At that moment you felt useless. You weren’t able to fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would leave you for Lumine and there was nothing you could do about it.

“You’re hurt,” Diluc said, motioning to your leg. In your desolate state, you had forgotten about the gaping wound on your leg that was pouring blood. “Come on - we’re going home.”

You were too upset to protest and let Diluc maneuver your body onto his back. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and relished in the warmth his vision released. You held onto Diluc like it was the last time you ever would.

The walk back to Mondstadt was silent and when you two arrived at your shared house, Diluc let you down on the couch. You could only stare at your lap.

“I’m sorry,” You finally mumbled, “Next time I’ll finish what I started.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Diluc said sternly, “No way you’re ever going there alone again.”

Your face stiffened into annoyance. “I’m the Revolutionary Knight - I can do it.”

“No, you can’t.” His words seemed cold and unusual but they were coated in concern. Diluc reached up and cupped your face with his large hands. You tried to pull away but his grip was firm, “It’s okay.”

The situation was suddenly overwhelming and far too much to deal with. The tears you had been holding back tumbled down your cheeks and your words were choked between sobs, “Lumine is so perfect and I’m not...I don’t want you to leave me...I know I’m not good enough but-”

He stopped your rambling with a kiss. “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough,” He whispered, taking you into his arms. You hid your sobs in Diluc’s chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Eventually, your cries settled.

Diluc spent the rest of the night dressing your wound and laying with you in your bed. He didn’t stop comforting you until every horrible thought about yourself was gone from your mind. In the morning he would talk to you more but for now, his job was to make you feel strong again.

And it would take a while but one day you would come to realize that you were just as good as Lumine and no one could truly compare to you. Like the storm on that horrifying night, this too would pass.

[jungkxook]

—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!! 

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.  

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.  

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.  

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.” 

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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[the-friendliest-freak]

Autistic/ADHD Wolverine Headcanons

These can be taken for most Wolverines, except for a few which are based on specific versions

HATES loud noises. Hates em. Has asked Beast to fit his mask with mufflers multiple times so he doesn’t have to cover his ears every time a car explodes or siren goes off

Smooth foods are the devil. He really despises anything that isn’t chewy, which is why he usually eats meat.

Special interests include histoy, mostly stuff to do with ancient cultures. Will talk your ear off about feudal Japan, don’t you worry

Cyclops pisses him off because he never bothers to say what he means, and Wolverine really struggles trying to articulate this. E.g. Cyclops tells Wolverine to “deal” with a threat, intending for Wolverine to just knock them out, Wolverine misunderstands this because Cyke didn’t tell him what to do at all, ends up doing the wrong thing, gets yelled at, rinse your hands and repeat

Loves saying “snikt” as a stim. However, due to societal pressures, he smokes instead to get a similar effect.

Only uses one brand of cigar consistently. If someone offers one, he’ll take it because it’s better than nothing, but he won’t buy any other kind other than the one he has. Is it old? Yes. Is it not even that good? Yes. But it’s routine.

Wolverine and the X-Men centred: Emma Frost slowly realised Wolverine was on the spectrum, and started treating him the same way she would one of her neurodivergent students, but still with the respect she would give an adult (and the no-shit-taken attitude she has with him). Wolverine didn’t know why Emma was suddenly so interested in trying to ‘get’ him, and after confronting her proceeded to flip his entire fuck when she told him why. He didn’t hit her, it was barely even directed at her. He just angrily stammered for five minutes and rambled to the ceiling while pacing back and forth before going away for two days. Emma and Logan then proceeded to have little sessions where she would teach him the coping mechanisms she had taught her own students

He also has a bad habit of eating his own cigars whenever he’s stressed. He’ll be chewing on it, thinking about something, and then suddenly whoopsie-doodle it’s gone and now his throat tingles. Sometimes he does it intentionally, much to the disgust of the other X-Men.

Scratches himself a lot. It’s both a stim and a nervous tic from the adamantium transfer, where he, for days after, would constantly itch and claw at his skin to try and alleviate the painful sensations

Wolverine also tends to gnaw at himself. Due to his healing factor, evidence of this is difficult to find, but he’ll randomly bite at his own skin until it bleeds, sometimes seeming unaware of the fact he’s doing it

Ok last stimming one: his dog tags. They’re his comfort item and a stim. He’ll fiddle with them when he’s anxious, and sometimes he’ll even chew on them. The latter is incredibly easy to notice despite him having his hand over his mouth to not arouse suspicion, due to the sound of metal grinding against metal

This one is more centred on the movies, specifically Origins: only Sabretooth knows. He knew Logan was diagnosed with something when they were young, and later found out it was likely some form of neurodivergence that no one in the 1800s really knew about. When they were younger, Logan got really attached to Creed since Creed would explain things to him in a blunt manner, which was a far cry from and much easier to understand than the flowery language of everyone around him

Goes non verbal a heck ton, usually only talking in grunts and growls. He isn’t intentionally trying to be rude, but he’s stopped caring wether or not people think he is.

Has a habit of suddenly jerking back his neck or cracking his knuckles pretty aggressively mid-conversation surely for the Sensory GoodnessTM

Loves rain. And I mean loves rain. He always acts really chill whenever it’s raining outside, since the noise is calming to him. Thunder and lightning spook him, though he won’t admit it

He was scared absolutely shitless when he first saw fireworks. Half was because of war flashbacks, the other was IT’S TOO DAMN LOUD

Got the word “bub” off of Alpha Flight. When any member would say it, he’d repeat it over and over again under his breath. The word just feels good.

Would rather just…not talk. At all. It’s one of the few benefits he sees to being friends with telepaths - he doesn’t NEED to talk to them.

On rare occasions, when he does talk, it sounds completely incomprehensible. It usually ends with him getting incredibly frustrated since no one can understand what he’s saying

Hates malls. The noises, the smells, the stupid stupid LIGHTS- it’s all awful. He has had a meltdown inside of one; it ended with him curled up in a ball inside a clothes rack, practically pulling at his hair with his eyes screwed shut. The X-Men that came with him - Storm, Rogue, and Jubilee - were looking for him for hours. It took them a good few minutes to coax him out, since it was like he couldn’t hear them. Xavier was furious at Wolverine’s “immature behaviour in a public place” and decided sensory overload training would have to be added to the Danger Room’s capabilities. (Because Charles is an asshole)

I’ll add more later I dunno

[favefandomimagines]

Couples Therapy (b.b.)

Summary: Dr. Raynor decides to bring you in to Bucky’s therapy session to resolve some of the deep rooted issues the two of you had

AN: i love bucky with my whole heart but sad/angry bucky is such good fic fuel and i lowkey was inspired by a tiktok i saw but i can’t remember the creator

You and Bucky had a complicated history. And that was putting it rather lightly. Steve had recruited you and Natasha to track down the Winter Solider before realizing it was Bucky. 

And not only was HYDRA wanting to wipe out Steve, they needed you gone too. You were the only obvious threat to not only HYDRA, but to their asset as well. Your powers were something from a different universe to them and if they couldn’t have you as a weapon, you needed to be stopped. 

Bucky had tried to kill you on multiple occasions while he was still under HYDRA’s mind control. It wasn’t until you and Steve found him in Bucharest did you get to see just how broken the man really was. 

You helped him get to Wakanda rather than being thrown in an American prison. T’Challa asked you to stay, to give Bucky a sense of familiarity while in Wakanda. You were there when he came out of cryo and you helped him navigate a seemingly normal life.

After everything that had happened to the two of you, you wanted to break down the walls he had built up over so long and he actually let you. An actual relationship had developed between the two of you when everything was simple. He told you how grateful he was for you, how he didn’t know if he could fully recover if you weren’t there to help him. 

But it all went to hell very quickly. It seemed he wanted nothing to do with you after a few months of sharing an apartment together, trying to start over. You tried and made an effort to see if he wanted or needed help, but you received nothing but low grumbles and head shakes.

It was hard to accept the fact that the man you were in love with, wanted to basically cut you out of his life. It hurt you more than you thought it would, so you stopped trying. 

Bucky expected to get another text from you one morning after you got to work, and that text never came. Later in the evening, just before 9:00, you would usually make him a cup of tea to calm his nerves. That cup of tea was also absent from Bucky’s evening routine. 

You even stopped leaving food on the counter when you knew he was very prone to skipping breakfast in the morning. 

Dr. Raynor, Bucky’s therapist, noticed a change in his behavior. He was more irritable than before and the sound of your name made him tense up. 

“James, what’s going on with Y/N?” She asked. “What do you mean?” He asked before clenching his jaw. “I mean, how come every time we talk about her you get upset?” She questioned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bucky said. 

“Alright, we’re going to try something.” Dr. Raynor said, standing up from her chair. She opened the door to her office and gestured to someone in the waiting room.

When she came back, you followed behind her, which caused Bucky to sit up straight. “Y-Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked. “Dr. Raynor asked me to come.” You answered, avoiding looking at him directly. 

You sat down at the very end of the couch, but even then it felt like you were too close. 

“What seems to be going on with the two of you?” Dr. Raynor questioned. “Nothing, we’re fine.” Bucky answered. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Y/N?” She asked. 

You were quiet for a moment, feeling Bucky’s eyes practically burning a hole in the side of your head. But he wasn’t communicating with you anymore. When you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off. Now, he was forced to listen to you. 

“We are far from fine.” You said. “Elaborate, please, Y/N.” Dr. Raynor said. “Ever since we came back from the blip we haven’t been the same. He doesn’t talk to me, we barely have a meal together and if we do it’s in complete silence.” You explained. “Y/N, that’s not true.” Bucky replied. 

“James, let her talk.” Dr. Raynor told him. “I understand what he’s going through. Spending years of your life as another person is obviously going to change you but we don’t speak. We live together, in the same apartment, and yet this is the most we’ve talked in weeks.” You said. 

“You never start the conversation, that’s why.” Bucky commented. You turned to look at him, giving him the most incredulous look. “I have, James. You push me away. I can’t keep doing this, how the hell do you expect me to keep loving you if you won’t love me back?” You snapped, eyes welling up with tears. 

The room fell into a tension filled silence before you stood up. “I think I should go. Thank you, Dr. Raynor.” You said, head down trying to keep your composure.

You walked out of the room and kept in your feelings until you get to your car. Letting out all of the frustration, anger and sadness as you hit your steering wheel a few times. That was no doubt going to cause your hand to bruise but in that moment you didn’t care.

Bucky returned home shortly after Dr. Raynor had ended the session for the day and you had not arrived. All of your belongings were still there, which was a good sign. You hadn’t left him just yet and maybe there was time for him to fix things.

It was around 9:00 that evening and you still hadn’t returned home. Bucky’s mind went to the worst case scenario as to where you would be. Did you get hurt? Did you actually leave without getting your stuff? Were you with someone else? 

He continued pacing the floor when he heard the front door unlock. Bucky watched you walk in the door and stopped in the middle of the living room. 

“Where have you been? It’s been hours, I thought something bad happened to you.” He scolded you. “Oh so now you care?” You commented. “Can we talk? About what happened today?” He asked. 

You placed your keys on the counter as you sighed and ran your hand through your hair. It was then Bucky saw the red and slightly blue marks on your hand. “What happened?” He asked urgently.

“I hit my steering wheel because I’m so frustrated with you and whatever we are.” You snapped. Bucky sighed lightly and you expected him to brush you off again. “No, Bucky, you are going to listen to me and you are going to talk to me. This relationship is as one sided as it gets and I’m sick of it. I’m tired of having to make you love me, it shouldn’t be like that. We should be each other’s constants, not wanting to get away from each other. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, just say it.” You ranted. 

“I do want to be with you, Y/N. You’re the only thing that makes sense to me anymore. I don’t have an excuse for pushing you away. I’m struggling trying to get back to normal and make amends. I’m so sorry, doll. I never meant to hurt you.” Bucky said. 

You looked at him in a stunned silence, deciding what would be best for the two of you. You wanted to be with Bucky, you loved him but you couldn’t be in a relationship where there was no communication.

“Then you need to talk to me, Buck. We can’t keep going on like this. It’s not okay.” You said. “I will. Whenever there is something bothering me, I will tell you. I will listen to you, I won’t brush you off because I don’t feel like having the conversation. I promise I can fix this.” He said.

You looked at him for a moment, trying to find any sign of an empty promise but you couldn’t see any sign of one. 

“Okay, if we can do that, we will be okay.” You said. “Good because I can’t do this without you.” Bucky. said quietly. You gave him a warm smile before he walked closer to you and pulled you tightly into him. “I’m sorry, doll.” He whispered. “It’s okay.” You whispered back. 

Bucky pressed a light kiss on the top of your head as he just held on to you.