#and accidentally led them to their deaths

[yandere-sins]

The Octopodes' Tale - Chapter IX

We are almost at the end of Leo's chapters! This decision will have stronger consequences, so take your time deciding! ;)

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Octopus Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader Words: ~3.5k  Warnings: Yandere, Monsters (Tentacels, Oversized Mention, Mermaids, Monster Appearances, Sharp Teeth, Claws), Minor Sexual Content (Discussion of Procreation, Mention of Penis), Fear of potential harm, Mention of Death

Biting your lip, you watched the red streaks swishing through the water.

At least, this time, Leo wasn’t hiding. In fact, it looked like he was pacing at the bottom of the pool, trying to get his feelings under control. For someone who appeared so playful and curious, you definitely noticed how little control he had when stressed. Was this a bad sign for your escape? Would his mind sabotage him when it mattered? 

He had always spoken about being a good hunter, so, would he be able to focus the same way when you two were the prey?

It wasn’t a good moment for you to doubt the plan as well. At least one of you had to stay steady and calm in this situation, even though your heart was racing beneath your ribs. There wasn’t much to do for you other than go over your findings again and practice your speech, but you knew it would only make you more nervous. Even though the enclosure was massive, there was very little to actually do in it if you weren’t researching or observing the creature it held captive. 

There was no form of modern entertainment, such as a TV or even a place to relax. Although you could have retreated to your room, it also felt weird to just take a breather or maybe even a nap while Leo was out here. If he had been less sentient and more like an actual pet, you could have arranged it with yourself to let him be for a while. But neither were you two roommates living their lives to each their own, nor was this the time to abandon the dork pacing beneath the surface. 

Getting up, you made your way to the drawers on the research station, looking through them and pushing essential tools and pens around until you found what you’d been looking for. No well-equipped research facility would miss out on stocking up on flashlights in case the power went out, especially with the amount of water that this facility held. There was always a risk that someone would overdo it with the machinery or accidentally spill water into a power outlet when working with creatures that inhabit it. 

Taking the flashlight with you, you walked along the pool’s edge towards the wall in the back, watching the red in the water before having an idea, remembering how some pets reacted to sudden light appearing around them. Directing the light at the pool ground, you waited with bated breath. Instantly, the red swished over to the light, tentacles swirling in the blue and making you chuckle as you led Leo along with you, his instincts trying to catch the strange prey appearing and disappearing. 

It wasn’t too long before you reached your destination, stopping a few steps before the wall to shine the flashlight along the end of the pool and watching the tentacles follow until you hit the wall above the surface, the suction cups making squishing sounds as they slammed into the metal and stuck to it, trying to catch the pesky prey. 

Holding a hand in front of your mouth, you couldn’t help but giggle. Leo’s head popped out of the water, confusion and frustration written all over his face as he didn’t understand what was going on and where his prey went. But the moment he turned around with that helpless shine in his eyes, trying to get answers from you, you were done for, breaking out in loud laughter. 

“H-Hey!” he protested, not sure what was going on, but seeing you laugh made him want to know too. His tentacles decided to reach for you instead, slipping over your feet and legs, wrapping around your skin while he approached the edge of the pool, also reaching for you with his human hands. “No fair…” Leo complained sulkily, and you laughed more about the fact that you had bamboozled him. 

With one strong arm around your body, he picked you up and pulled you down to the ground so he could sink back into the water while you two were face to face. You paused your laughing to direct the flashlight at his chest, creating a little circle of light. Completely tricked, one of his tentacles slammed against his body, sticking to his own skin as it tried to find out what this strange mark was, but of course, instead of finding something to prey upon, the tentacle merely lit up with the same circle of light as it tried to grab it. 

“Oh, very funny,” Leo scoffed as you switched the light on and off all over his body, his tentacles shooting forward to catch it and sticking to him. You even thought you saw him rolling his eyes, but you were caught in a laughing fit as you watched him do the octopus equivalent of “Why are you hitting yourself?”. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you sighed through chuckles, wiping tears from your eyes. “It’s just light.”

“Yeah, I see that now– mhhmpf!”

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, you clicked the flashlight again, the beam falling directly over his mouth, which got instantly covered by his own limb. Again, you could not help but curl up from laughing while Leo grabbed the tentacle angrily, pulling it from his face with the sound of his suction cups being pulled off almost twice as funny. 

“I’m so sorry!” you laughed as you sat up straight again, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You are… you are a meanie!” Leo mumbled, baring his fangs in a strangely unthreatening display. “That’s what you are!”

“I know! Oh! Come on, Leo, don’t be mad!” 

Placing the flashlight aside, you leaned towards him, Leo’s arms crossed in front of his chest as he pouted, making it harder to reach him. He even stretched his neck so his head would be out of the way for your hands, and you had to get on your knees to reach him, ruffling his hair and brushing it out of his face. Your fingers skittered over his skin, still wet and slick from his dive underwater, unintentionally landing on his lips, a small, bruise-like discoloration from the suction cup remaining there. 

You brushed over it with your pointer, outlining the circle, when Leo’s lips suddenly opened, his breath barely warm against your skin. But he quickly closed them again, pressing them to your hand almost like a kiss before you finally recoiled, taking your hand back, embarrassed that you got so distracted caressing him intimately when it wasn’t even your place to do that. 

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling apologetic for your own actions. 

“Oh, are you now? Are you really?” Leo teased, a spark reappearing in his eyes. You saw your reflection in his pupils, surrounded by this mischievous spark, and before you knew it, Leo went on the offense, pouncing at you while you squealed. Your heart was racing, wondering what he was doing. Did you offend him enough to attack? Was he just being playful again?

But then you felt his hands slip beneath your shirt, the fabric stretching almost impossibly far before it was pushed upwards. You felt the features of his face dig into your skin, outlining his brows and nose into your stomach before his mouth latched onto you, and he… blew. 

“Wha- What!” you yelled, squirming beneath him while Leo blew raspberries into your stomach, and you howled before falling back into laughter as Leo littered your body with them. 

“Stooop!” you begged. Your fingers dug into his hair, hoping to pull him off. But your efforts were in vain, as you simply couldn’t compete with his strength while being tickled.  “Please! I can’t take anymore!”

However, Leo wasn’t ready to stop just yet, tentacles slipping over your limbs, binding them at the wrists and ankles and holding them in place. You were completely at his mercy, begging, laughing, crying, with tentacles sticking to your clothes and tasting the exposed skin. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torture, Leo stopped, and you could finally breathe again. He hovered above you, looking down at your body exhausted from the attack, with some sort of expectation in his expression. At the same time, you stared up, unable to even move a muscle without it spasming after all the laughter had shaken through you. 

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, hoarse from all the laughing. “I shouldn’t have teased you.”

“Yes, you shouldn’t,” he announced, proud of your understanding. “And I forgive you.”

“Idiot,” you mumbled, trying to give him a playful shove, but the second you lifted your arm, it was slammed back down against the grate. You let out a grunt, and all of Leo’s confidence shattered immediately as he hovered attentively, checking on you. 

“I’m sorry!” he gasped. “I didn’t mean to!”

“I know,” you gasped through gritted teeth. “Now we’re even. Can you let go?”

Using both his hands to gently unwrap the tentacle from your wrist, you immediately brought the hurt limb in front of your chest, the other tentacles all slowly letting go as well. The shock had probably been the source of the pain, as it quickly subsided. Nothing was broken as far as you could tell, but you were thankful for Leo scooping his hands beneath you and helping you sit up. 

Rolling your shoulder a few times, you finally managed to let the pain go, taking a deep breath. After all that laughing and playing around, you weren’t sure if you could actually give a speech about Leo’s reproduction limb later with a straight face, the released hormones almost making you drowsy. But when you leaned back, your hand fell on top of the fleshlight again, reminding you of what you wanted to actually show Leo.

“I’ll turn it on now,” you warned him, presenting the flashlight for him to see and holding it towards the back wall. Leo nodded, and although you could see the concentration on his face, one of his tentacles still shot out of the water and stuck to the wall the second the light hit. You bit your tongue so you wouldn’t laugh this time, and Leo grumbled next to you, reeling the limb back as best as he could, even pulling it roughly underwater. 

“Next, please hold this for me,” you instructed, giving your all not to let your laugh spill out. Leo held out his hand for you to slip the flashlight into, and you wrapped his massive fingers around the handle before directing him to hold it steadily toward the wall. It took you a few attempts, as you hadn’t done it in a while, but eventually, you managed to fold your hands in a recognizable way, the shape of a dog appearing in the light.

Leo’s head fell to the side as he stared at the shadow form, and you glanced at him expectantly before realizing there was no way Leo had ever seen a dog before. 

“It’s… an animal I created with my hands. We call these shadow puppets. Do you like them?”

By changing your form, you made something easier to create and recognize, opting for a simple snake. 

“Ooh,” Leo exclaimed, pointing at the shadow. “An eel!”

“Yes!” you confirmed happily, even though it hadn’t exactly been your intention. You tried a few others, but Leo mostly furrowed his brows at them until you tried to do a bat, and he peeked up once more. 

“I know what that is! It’s one of these pesky white things on the surface. That disappear into the other blue.”

Did he mean the sky?

“Right,” you confirmed. “They’re called birds. And they can fly—into the air and up into the sky. Higher than even we humans can go without help.”

“You need help for everything,” Leo scoffed. “You can’t even breathe underwater and need ships to traverse it.”

“Bet I can run faster on land than you, though,” you shot back, inciting another playful challenge. 

“Maybe,” he admitted only briefly. “I haven’t run on land yet. But you can’t beat me underwater.”

Letting out another small chuckle, you shook your head, the argument not exactly being fair. “As long as we get out of here alive, I don’t really care how fast you can run, Leo.”

The second the words spilled from your mouth, you regretted them. The lighthearted mood immediately grew tense again, and you felt awkward for even bringing it up at that moment. Leo must have felt the same as he didn’t reply to your statement either, but it was he who eventually broke the silence, poking you with the fleshlight. 

“My turn,” he announced, and you held up the light for him, one brow raised as you were wondering what he’d do. 

Leo visibly struggled for a little bit, but you didn’t mind him taking his time on this, allowing him to figure out what and how he wanted to do his shadow puppet. It took him a few times to perfect it, but you figured out much earlier what he was trying to do, using his fingers well to imitate tentacles on an oval head. 

“An octopus!” you guessed, and it was Leo’s turn to beam happily, confirming you were right. He wiggled his fingers a little, making it seem as if the tentacles were moving, and you grinned from ear to ear at the vivid display of his own species. 

Then, the image changed. It took him a little bit before he formed it right, but when you squinted your eyes, you thought you saw the shape of a stickman in it. “Is this… me?” you asked, and Leo nodded his head excitedly. 

“Yup!”

He chortled happily, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. It was crooked and looked nothing like you specifically. Still, it warmed your heart to think Leo was challenging himself to make something with skills he didn’t need before, all while still thinking of you. 

“Show me another one!” Leo prompted, taking the fleshlight from you and waiting patiently for you to do another shadow puppet. But if you were honest, you were pretty much out of ideas of what else you could do. Fish rarely looked too different, and you were sure by now that Leo didn’t know what a gazelle or a lion looked like. Fumbling a little as the ideas didn’t want to come to you, you leaned over the fleshlight, bringing your hands together in two half-circles and closing them. 

“What is this?” Leo asked, curious and confused.

“A… heart,” you finally admitted. “Not a human heart, just… a heart. That’s how we like to picture it.”

“That’s weird,” Leo mumbled, and you had to agree, embarrassed that your lack of creativity didn’t give you a better idea. His body shifted behind you, a tentacle reaching up to take the flashlight from his hands before Leo bent down, mimicking the way you had curled your fingers by hovering his around yours. 

“Like this?” he asked, and you thought for a moment. 

“Curl your upper fingers more,” you instructed, waiting for him to figure it out before nodding. “Perfect.”

“Now we have two of my three,” he noted, seeming almost proud of his addition. You let out a breath, realizing there was still very little you knew about him, never having noticed he resembled real octopuses that much.

“It’s how we gesture like and love to other people when communicating with them,” you explained roughly. “Although it’s more of a “young people” thing since some think it’s just a way of posing. Also, there are a few other ways to form a heart.”

You showed Leo how to strategically place his thumb and pointer finger over each other before struggling to form a heart with one of each of your hands despite the size difference. You were satisfied with how, for a while, both of you managed to get your minds off things. You just had fun together, and it felt great not to think about the severity of the near future. But eventually, your eyes fell back to the clock on the wall, showing there were only a mere thirty minutes before the Professor’s scheduled visit left. 

Turning off the flashlight, you sighed, rotating your body to face Leo again before holding your hands out towards him. He seemed unsure what you wanted him to do but eventually mirrored your gesture and placed his large, heavy hands as best as possible into your palms, your fingers clasping onto his to get a grip. 

“We got this,” you assured him, nodding firmly. A hint of uncertainty washed over Leo’s face, but he caught himself, his expression turning serious. “We can do this.”

“We will,” he agreed, and you felt proud to witness his growth in such a short time. An hour before, he had still freaked out, but now, he was finally trusting you. 

“I’ll go wash up and meet you here before the Professor comes back. Maybe do some stretches before you have to go into the machine?”

Leo let out an unhappy sigh as you rose to your feet, and you leaned forward to ruffle his hair once more. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, you wrapped your arms around his head and neck, squeezing him tightly once in your embrace before trying to get away. But much to your surprise, Leo reciprocated, wrapping his arms around you and even some tentacles. 

Neither of you dared to stop the hug, even though his suction cups stuck and pulled away from your skin, which made you feel a little exposed to his senses, now that he wasn’t just smelling you with his animal parts but also his human ones. You gently rocked him side to side, patting his back a few times to signal it was time to let go, but Leo squeezed you even harder, refusing to back off. 

He was all around you. His body was molded against you, and it wasn’t even all of it, but the pressure reminded you of what you had in your pocket. An object that was now pressing against your flesh and bones with how tightly you were held. 

A pocket knife. 

You didn’t have any intention of stabbing Leo, but you would have been a fool not to at least have some sort of defense on you. If it were able to do any damage to him was something that would have needed research, but just having it on your person was enough to feel safer. Protected from the predator you were hugging at that moment, and also protected from everything else that was going on wrong around you. 

In a few minutes, you two would have to face the Professor and expose Leo’s secret. You’d have to unravel the fabrics and ropes from his third arm and show it to the Professor. Perhaps even bend, take a closer look, and clean it if necessary. There were so many risks. Risks that Leo and especially his mate Straci had tried to prevent by simply wrapping up this limb and never letting it come out under no circumstances. 

It had been the safe way. The reliable way. 

And you were about to destroy it to get what you wanted—an escape. 

Immediately, a feeling of selfishness hit you. The necessity of using Leo to escape had been bothering you for a while now, but it still was the only thing you could think of doing. Perhaps he knew. Perhaps he tolerated it, suffering in silence. You wouldn’t have to deal with the constant fear of dying any second now. If you made a mistake, it would just be that: a mistake. 

For Leo, it was the end of his whole life.

So perhaps, just to make it a little easier or maybe because you didn’t want to be responsible if something went wrong from the very beginning, he should be given just a little bit more of a choice in this. Just once, he should be in control of the plan and what had to be done. 

Leo squeezed you tightly, showing he trusted you, and you were reminded of the pocket knife. Maybe, if you gave it to him, you could make peace with the situation. He could rid himself of the wraps and have a moment to come to terms with his feelings instead of being shown off by you in front of the Professor. But was this really a good idea?

He was dangerous enough. Leo didn’t really need a puny weapon to make him even more deadly. Perhaps giving him this extra power would only encourage him to be reckless. Make him feel like he could push through the barriers, and go on the attack, accidentally hurting himself or hurting you while not being careful. You’d be left defenseless against the other humans that had weapons of their own. Were you willing to give up the little bit of protection the knife provided in exchange for giving Leo a chance to feel more comfortable?

Seeing how important this was for Leo, you doubted he’d use his own hands to remove the bindings and sever what little connection he had to Straci. But by giving him a knife, you were offering him the chance to cut through them without it feeling like a betrayal. Leo would be in charge of doing something that would cause him great distress if anyone else did it for him. Once he was up in the air, you’d have to do what he never wanted to happen, fracturing the little trust you two had accumulated. There was no telling if he could overlook your actions even though he agreed. What if one of his hearts didn’t? Would you still be able to rely on each other?

Thoughts and reasoning as always, are welcome! ♥

[tennessoui]

thinking this fine morning (afternoon) about a rebellion au where anakin never joins the Jedi Order and remains a slave & is sold off of Tatooine before his mother is freed by Cliegg. Sometime during the Clone Wars when he's like 22, a Jedi frees him and the handful of fellow slaves in the area by killing their master during a fire fight with Separatist forces - after the fight, the Jedi tosses Anakin the chip controller he'd found amongst the master's belongings while looking for information on Separatist movements. He says something, witty and kind, Anakin thinks, but Anakin can't remember it - couldn't hear it over the pounding of his heart at the prospect of his own freedom

so a year later, when the Jedi Order falls and the Empire rises up, Anakin just cannot believe that the Jedi were evil. He's not and never will be a Jedi fanatic or anything, but he remembers his Jedi, the one who freed him. He remembers his smile, his kindness, the swoop of hair falling over his sweaty forehead. The way he'd winked at Anakin as he left--the way he'd cut through the master's money safe with his lightsaber to reveal hoards of physical credits, up for the taking and enough for each slave to start a new life. no, his Jedi isn't evil and so Anakin is pretty sure that the Jedi Order was never evil either.

he's only had his freedom for a year or so. it's not been much of life up until then, and it feels like an easy decision to join the Rebellion. he wants something to fight for. he wants to do something meaningful with his life now that it's finally his.

fast forward ten years and he's fairly far up in the ranks of the Rebellion, considering how good of a pilot and mechanic he is. he's got a brain for strategy and he's got a massive amount of luck on his side. It's no wonder that when the Rebel leaders decide that they need the legendary General Obi-Wan Kenobi on their side and back in the game, they tap Anakin to go retrieve him.

Anakin goes. he's never met a Jedi before, apart from his Jedi, and even though this Kenobi guy sounds like a worn-out, retired, old-man Jedi, Anakin thinks it'll be a cool experience. also, orders are orders.

imagine his surprise when the coordinates he's given to find Obi-Wan Kenobi lead him to his home planet. imagine his surprise when he knocks on Obi-Wan Kenobi's door and the very familiar face of his Jedi opens it.

[turtleblogatlast]

Unironically think that each of the bros (+April) don’t actually get how impressive their feats really are so they just do what they do and on the off chance someone comments on those feats they all react like:

[obligatory-name-change]

thinking about superheroes unfortunately

[yanchive]

Man, I've been obsessed with the isekai trope lately. I've been imagining a scenario where the reader gets isekai'd into a yandere romance story as a side character. You're not the main character or a love interest. You replaced a nameless character who was solely created in the story to be killed off by the yandere love interests to further the plot.

After realizing that's the role you took on, you devise a plan to re write the story to keep yourself alive.

In the official plot, your death was the cause of getting too close to the main character. Your positive relationship with them was considered a threat to the yanderes, and so they wiped you out of the picture.

So, as any semi intelligent individual would do, you decided to avoid the main character completely.

I'd like to imagine the reader wasn't well informed of this story, didn't know who the yans were, and accidentally befriended them before they even got a chance to develop any feelings for the main character. You jumped into their lives before the events that led into the original storyline. Earning their trust and unfortunately causing some peculiar emotions in them to develop.

This fucks up the whole plot. I mean, that was your plan. You just weren't trying to fuck it up so bad that you unintentionally attracted multiple yans who decided you were the perfect match for them. You were a joy to be around. You were far more intertwined in their lives than the previous main character ever was. It was generic with them and their story. A boring, "yan see's their darling from afar for the first time and falls in love on sight." Type plot.

But with you, it was so much more personal. They grew to love you for way more than just your looks. They got to know you as a person before any sort of feelings of devotion could form.

This made their efforts to claim you so much worse than they ever were in the original plot. They were much more sinister and brutal. They usually only did massive amounts of stalking, blackmail, and the occasional murder when it came to the canon story, whereas they went all out for you.

Kidnap, murder, torture, blackmail, stalking, theft, harassment, etc. Everyone around you was a threat in their eyes. Everyone around you didn't deserve you.

By the time you realized what you've done, what you've created, its far too late to fix your mistake. You attempted to break off the friendships, avoiding them at all costs, closing yourself off and spending your time trying to find a way back to your original world.

But they don't take kindly to that. Not after everything you guys have been through. Before you could find the key back home to your world, you'd be whisked away, having your new world be the confines of your yans humble abode, away from society.

Bonus option: You attempt to bring the original main character back into the plot in hopes they could redirect the yandere back into chasing them and get them off your back. But why would they need this stranger? They don't know them like they know you. And they could care less to even try to get to know them. So, the original main character ends up taking on the role you were supposed to be. The side character who was meant to die to further the plot.

You're the main character now.

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompts

Dan/Danny/Dani additions 1/5

Danny is adoption bait to the Gotham rogues.

Danny only went to Gotham university because it had a lot of ambient ectoplasm and he could fast track to the arrow space department in Wayne enterprises if he worked hard enough. He didn’t need adopting, he was already 19 years old and had a (strained, very distant) relationship with his parents. When he moved to Gotham, he expected to have to deal with people wanting to make him a new Wayne, not with all of the Gotham rogues immediately trying to adopt him.

So what if he defended Killer Croc from some asshole cops, accidentally exposing his fangs and had a conversation about being dehumanized with him that led to them having dinner on Wednesdays?

So what if he got into a serious conversation about the green gas effect and pollution (Sam had taught him well) with Poison Ivy that result in him coming over for dinner and Harley Quinn declaring him a ‘sweetheart’?

So what if he directed Frostbitw to help Mr. Freeze and now Nora invited him over for brunch on Sundays?

So what if he had a wonderful conversation with the Riddler in which they traded space themed riddles which lead to Riddler seeking him out sometimes for a game?

So what if he helped Mr. cobble pot by making him intangible when some people were driving by in about splash mud on him and he now had a part time job there as a bouncer?

So what if Grundy played tag with him every other Thursday and called him Little Death and offered to eat his chemical engineering teacher who gave him a low grade because he didn’t follow safety precautions?

This didn’t mean he was adoption bait. Shut up Sam.

[nightingale-prompts]

Do NOT Touch a God- DC x DP Prompt (Tim x Danny)

Correction: don't touch Danny.

A rule has been added to the house rules of Titans Tower. It started after the arrival of the summoning of the interdimensional teen that takes residence there.

Despite being only a teenager the power he held was at the level of a god. He causally reshaped reality around him to his liking. Rooms are made bigger on the inside but remain the same outside. Danny's hate for things getting too dirty made all clothes left on the floor for too long disappear into the laundry room and spilled drinks evaporate. The tower became self-cleaning as everything found its place on its own. Danny said it was just what he prefers, lab safety and all that. Sometimes Danny would turn off gravity, no reason be just likes it like that.

Unfortunately, he doesn't go on missions except for extreme situations where he is needed. He is content to spend his time in the med bay as the resident healer. He is also one of the few that can fix up Cyborg. Danny doesn't get involved unnecessarily. This has led to a few arguments in the past over how unhelpful he can be despite being able to help them. Danny shrugs it off and disappears when it happens. It was not fair on him, if he didn't want to fight he shouldn't have to. He was an asset and he offered his help freely.

So why does the No Touch rule exist? Well, Danny doesn't like touching people. He wears gloves for a reason especially when he is working in the bay fixing up everyone after a mission. He also avoids others touching him, shrinking away when someone tried.

Everyone respected that boundary but after a rough mission in particular Kon started an argument with him. The injuries were severe and he was just mad that M'gann was hurt. Danny was already overwhelmed with healing everyone and Kon seemed to strike a nerve. When Kon almost made contact with him Danny flickered out of existence and reappeared further away.

After several hours of fixing broken bones and open wounds Danny retreated.

Tim decided to check on him later. Kon was sorry for overreacting and blaming Danny for something he couldn't control but Danny probably didn't want to see him right now.

Danny looked worse for wear when he opened the door. He looked tired, weary from using his energy. He wrapped a blanket around himself.

They talked for a while. Mostly about nothing important, other times about how stressful things were right now.

Tim often found it hard to believe that Danny wasn't just a normal teen. Then again, what did he know about normal?

But he had wondered something.

He reached out and tried to hold Danny's hand but Danny moved away quickly noticing.

"You shouldn't do that." He said simply.

Had he been Dick he would repect the boundaries and if he was Jason he'd probably agree. But he was Tim and Tim was very bad at boundaries. That's kind of how he got here.

"Why not?" Tim asked.

"It might be too much," Danny said cautiously eyeing Tim who held his hands up.

"Try me."

Danny sighed and removed one of his gloves and touched his hand to Tim's shoulder.

All at once different sensations filled his senses. A comforting touch of a friend, a light fluttering of a passing stranger on the street, a strike of a hated rival, the steady hand of a family member, the playful tap of a classmate, the caress of a lover...all at once. Each feeling is defined but also blurred. It was almost like being pulled in thousands of directions as they tried to claim a part of Tim into their reality.

A single touch sent him into a trace. When Danny pulled away he expected to have broken Tim like how a child accidentally snaps their toys when playing. He knew his touch could overwhelm people almost to death. Clockwork said he'd be able to control it some day but Danny didn't even want to test it. Being able to fracture someone's mind was scary. Seeing it happen once was enough. So why did he try it on Tim? Did he not care what happened to him?

It's a bit selfish and embarrassing to admit but...not being able to touch another person was awful. He's not clingy but it feels like he has lacked sensation for a long time. Tim willingly asked for this and Danny wanted this as well.

Tim wasn't broken. Infact he had never felt more alive. When Danny removed his hand he found himself pulling it back to him. He couldn't explain it but it felt like...everything. Indescribable but amazing. It was contradictory but all of it made sense.

"Do it again!"

Things kind of escalated from there. It would probably be crass to even say it but let's just say that neither was lacking sensation. It was profound, not purely physical nor emotional, something else entirely. The religious sort would call it divine or a blessing, perhaps it was what heaven feels like. Others would call it sinful, partaking in things no human was meant to know or experience. The folly of humanity.

It was certainly addictive though. Whispered words echoed in every tongue. With every contact a new chorus created. The memories of long dead god flashed and worlds yet unawakened showed themselves. And just when it seemed like everything in the universe had collided and finally made sense...it was over.

There was a knock on the door.

Danny managed to roll the breathless, Tim off with a groan. He stretched feeling a bit locked up. He had been holding each other for a while now.

He opened the door and saw Kon standing there nervously.

"Look, Im sorr-"

"Danny?" Tim called out groggily interrupting whatever Kon was saying.

"I'm busy," Danny said quickly closing the door to go back to...you know.

(So were they having sex or just cuddling? I have no fucking idea and I wrote this. I feel like it's a secret third that is somehow worse.)

[justaz]

country bumpkin merlin not knowing anything about city life and accidentally courting arthur without knowing

merlin, watching gwen give lancelot her favor: why do you do that

gwen, heart eyes at lance and not paying that much attention to the conversation: so he knows i’m rooting for him

merlin, with an Idea: ah.

gwaine, lover of chaos, pisser offer of nobles and royals alike, ultimate wingman: merlin…you have such lonely lips. shall i introduce them to mine?

merlin, unaware of the game gwaine is playing: so you can steal my breath away? i think not, scoundrel

arthur, crushing his goblet in his hand:

merlin: arthur’s been in a bad mood recently :( i should cheer him up

merlin, remembering when arthur was put out when merlin brought morgana flowers and not him: i know just the thing

merlin, bringing a bouquet of carnations, roses, and tulips and setting them on arthur’s table while he’s eating breakfast: good morning, sire

arthur, trained on flower language in hopes that one day when he was to take a queen he could woo her easily, trying not to audibly choke on his sausage as he reads merlin’s declaration of love sitting in front of him:

arthur, who recently found out about merlin’s magic and was trying to find a way to bring it up, catching him in the act and watching merlin panic to explain himself:

merlin, Freaking: and i swear to you arthur, i have only ever used it for you. my magic is yours. my life is yours. i am yours. i would never do anything to harm you. i have protected you for years and will continue to do so at your side if you’ll have me

arthur, already believing them to be courting, desperately trying to figure out if that was a proposal for marriage or not but tired of being confused and deciding fuck it: here.

merlin, taking it: i…uh…huh?

arthur, watching merlin with hawk eyes and trying to figure out what he’s thinking and feeling: it’s my mothers sigil

merlin, confused as FUCK but is focusing on the fact that arthur is handing him something of his mother rather than a death sentence: my…my lord?

arthur, realizing how scared merlin’s must be about him finding out about his magic and trying to comfort him while also proposing, killing two birds with one stone: i will always keep you at my side, merlin, so long as we both shall live. if you’ll allow me.

merlin, almost collapsing with relief and tearing up, smiling at arthur as if he had parted the storm clouds to allow sun to shine down on them in that moment: of course…of course, arthur. always and forever.

merlin, watching the castle staff rush this way and that: wow. this banquet must be incredibly important

sir leon the long suffering, day one ride or die, one of the original merthur shippers: banquet? merlin, this is for your wedding

merlin, overworked and exhausted: my WHAT? to WHO??

leon, regretting everything he’s ever done in his life that led him to this moment: to…arthur?

merlin, over joyed but also absolutely befuddled: i’m getting married to ARTHUR?????

leon: you two have been courting for the past year or so, have you not?

merlin: i’ve been COURTING ARTHUR?????? FOR A YEAR?????????

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Just My Type

This one is for @henderdads with her prompt - accidental first kiss. Happy Valentine's Day, Cass! I hope this will bring you some joy!

Steve Harrington wasn't known for sharing his problems with others. He was the one who resolved all your issues, not brought more to the already very overcrowded table. The kids needed some stability, and as much as he loved Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, they weren't exactly fit for that role. The girls would soon leave Hawkins for college (Steve was so proud his heart could burst), and Eddie had his hands full with the whole finishing high school thing while still recovering from being nearly eaten by demobats.

No, Steve had this handled. He was the least fun of the four, but reliable. As far as the kids knew, the only issue Steve had was his inconsistent and ever dramatic love life, nothing else.

When Steve's eyesight started getting worse, likely from all those concussions, he handled it on his own. No need to worry anyone. A secret pair of glasses for home, prescription sunglasses for driving (and yeah, he looked cool in them, despite the kids' grumbling), and that was it. They didn't need to know. Everything was working out just fine. He was great at faking things.

At least until that fateful day. But we’ll get there. First, something about Steve’s love life.

See, Steve was dating around. He had been feeling anxious, unfulfilled, and the more he thought about it, the reason wasn’t Nancy for once. Even stranger, he knew he was over her, but the feeling of needing something and not being able to get it wouldn’t leave. So he got out there, used his charm, and prayed he’d finally find the one.

So far, it wasn’t working out. Most of the girls he went out with were lovely, kind, and gorgeous, but there was always something missing that made him break things off before anyone could get hurt. He had a type - curly or wavy dark hair and even darker eyes, but hey. It wasn’t his fault that Nancy had been the closest to an ideal relationship he’d ever had! That had to be the reason, he thought. Maybe his concussed brain decided that curly hair meant a good girlfriend.

“It’s not like I can help it,” he lamented, pretending not to see Eddie’s amused smirk. They had become good friends after their Upside Down near death experience, and as Dustin never failed to mention with a truckload of disgust, they were now practically inseparable. “Who doesn’t like curly hair? They’re making it this whole thing. I’m over Nancy.”

Eddie snorted and tossed his chemistry textbook somewhere towards the pile of stuff that might have included his desk. “Uh-huh. Sure thing. So this new one-”

“Jenny.”

Eddie snapped his fingers. “Yes. This Jenny. It’s just a coincidence that she’s a dead ringer for Wheeler.” He nudged Steve’s side with his bare foot. “Come on, Harrington. Be honest with your only adult friend.”

Steve kicked him in retaliation. “Wow, rude. I’ll let you know, I have Robin!”

“Buckley is so much more than a mere human, Steven. She doesn’t count, she surpasses our species. Whereas I,” he announced to the broken ceiling fan, “am very human, non-judgmental, and I have seen you go through half a dozen ladies of the same type since the spring break. So?”

Laughing, Steve kicked him again. “So nothing. She doesn’t look like Nancy. Hell, she looks more like you - her hair is darker, more wavy, and she has those really pretty dark eyes. And she’s tall. Are you saying you’re my type too?”

Eddie rolled over and batted his eyelashes. “I don’t know, Steve, am I?”

Steve hit him with a pillow in the face. If he hadn’t been so busy laughing, he might have just noticed the tinge of longing in Eddie’s voice.

..

To recap: the two things that led to the most important day of Steve’s life were a) his tendency to date a certain visual type of girl; b) his unwillingness to admit to anyone that he needed glasses.

Here’s what happened.

Steve, being both a good friend and a good boyfriend, took Jenny to see Eddie perform with the Corroded Coffin. Was metal his favorite music genre? Not really, but he wanted to support Eddie, and Jenny didn’t seem to mind, she even agreed to wear a Corroded Coffin t-shirt from Steve’s wardrobe.

Steve found himself enjoying the concert way more than he’d expected. The alcohol helped, sure, but it was so heartwarming to see Eddie in his element, scarred, but still the same. Steve had even learned to recognize the lyrics within all the noise, and even if he wasn’t ready to discuss that with Eddie yet, Steve considered them surprisingly deep. He really hoped Eddie would make it big, he was a wonderful guy, and life owed him big time.

After the concert, Jenny excused herself to the bathroom, and Steve went to grab some beers. His head was pleasantly buzzing, and even though his eyesight was more blurry than usual, he found his way through the crowd with ease.

He put down both beers and wrapped his arm around Jenny’s waist. He’d lost track of time at the bar, she must have come back in the meantime. And so, as they tended to do, he touched her cheek and turned her face into a quick kiss.

Steve noticed several things at once.

First, stunned gasps from the Corroded Coffin members, along with Robin’s snickering.

Second, Jenny’s cheek felt different. Almost stubbly?

Third, it was the best damn kiss he’d ever had.

And fourth, before the kiss could end, he felt something wet - the beer he’d just brought - hit his head and back, along with an angry shriek.

What happened next was a blur, and not just because he had trouble seeing it. He was vaguely aware of a second Jenny hitting him with her purse and storming off, Robin trying to control her laughter, and the person next to him, also drenched in beer? That was Eddie.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry!” Steve instinctively grabbed napkins and started drying off the beer in Eddie’s hair, on his jacket. “I...OK, not the best time to tell you, but I’ve noticed I can’t see shit, and normally I wear glasses, but I couldn’t take them with me because I look like a baby accountant or something, and I didn’t want you guys to worry. And uh, you probably know, but your hair looks kinda like Jenny’s, and I’m really sorry I did that without asking.”

Eddie was motionless, letting Steve fret over him. He was just staring into the distance, cogs turning in his brain.

Robin, bless her heart, re-directed the Corroded Coffin guys to grab a mop and a dry t-shirt from Eddie’s van for both Steve and Eddie. After that, she started ushering the unlucky pair towards men’s bathrooms, to “wash off that smell before it’s too late.” She snapped her fingers in front of Eddie’s eyes, getting him to move.  

As she shoved both of them towards the sink, she grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him close. “Since you are freshly broken up, I would strongly suggest you think hard and fast about why you made that mistake, Steve. I can’t spell it out for you, even if it would be easier for everyone involved.”

Steve took a deep breath. “Yeah, uh...I think I might know.”

“Might?”

“I definitely know.” He rubbed his forehead. “I’m so dumb. That...even if I didn’t mean to, it wasn’t fair to Jenny. Or the ones before.”

Robin smiled at him and, not unkindly, patted his shoulder. “They’ll get over it. In the meantime, your man looks like he’s about to faint. Don’t mess this up, OK? I couldn’t stand to see you brooding again and going through another set of Eddie substitutes.”

After she closed the door behind Steve, she grabbed the mop and started cleaning the mess. She could say it would cost Steve a lifetime of driving her around, but she knew he’d do that anyway.

..

In the bathroom, Eddie was slowly finding his words. “You...you kissed me.”

Steve took a step towards Eddie, trying not to spook him. “Yeah. I know it sounds like bullshit,” he said, pushing down the bitter memories of that word, “but I really mistook you for Jenny. I can’t see much, especially when it’s dark. I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

He couldn’t see Eddie’s face, but his voice didn’t sound fine. The music from the club drowned out most of the quieter sounds, but Steve could swear he heard a sniffle. “Of course,” whispered Eddie and he seemed so sad. Steve wanted to punch his own face. “Of course it was a mistake.”

Eddie straightened his back and wiped at his eyes before turning towards Steve. “Don’t worry, Steve. It happens. I mean, you should feel more sorry for yourself, you’re single again, and if Jenny or anyone from the club talks, they’ll think you’re a-”

“I don’t care.”

With a bitter chuckle, Eddie shook his head. “You don’t get it, Steve. You have a reputation to protect. Our lovely and pious citizens of Hawkins expect something like that from me, they know I’m...wrong. But you? You’re the golden boy. Steve, you should think about what this will do to you.” He wasn’t looking at Steve, his eyes were glued to the floor. Steve didn’t need a hint to know why Eddie was blinking so rapidly, why he sounded so strained.

He reached out and grasped Eddie’s hands. “Eddie. I really don’t care. I won’t feel sorry for what someone might think. The only reason I’m sorry is that I kissed you without you agreeing to it, in front of people, because...” He took a deep breath and squeezed Eddie’s hands. “...because I wanted our first kiss to be something special. Not a case of a mistaken identity caused by my shitty eyesight. And I wish I could have done it differently, that we wouldn’t be in this dirty bathroom, and sticky and disgusting from that beer. But even if I’m sorry for not asking you, I’m also glad. Because it made me realize something really important.”

Eddie was staring at him with wide eyes, still wet with tears, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. A hint of hope. “And what is that?” he asked.

Steve moved several wet strands of Eddie’s hair from his face. He looked just a little bit like a wet rat, but to Steve, he was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And he couldn’t wait to bury his hands in Eddie’s hair properly, when it was freshly washed. Maybe smelling of Steve’s shampoo. That was a thought.

He stroked Eddie’s cheek and for the first time in so long, he felt puzzle pieces falling in place. This was right.

“I realized that I didn’t answer you when you asked me,” he smiled and pulled Eddie closer. “You, Eddie Munson, are exactly my type.”

[misticxzs]

Prada Elites

Sypnosis : At a luxurious Prada afterparty, Jay, a famous idol, can’t help but be captivated by his longtime girlfriend, a Prada model, their relationship remaining a well-kept secret. Unable to resist any longer, Jay pulls her away from the prying eyes

Pairing ~ Idol!Jay x Model!reader

Genre ~ Smut,established relationship, secret relationship, oneshot

Warnings ~ SMUT, Intense Make-Out Session, teasing,Daddy Kink, use of “good girl” , foreplay, petnames e.g baby , praising, Rough Sex, Climax and Aftercare, Round Two, fingering,unprotected sex ( dont do it!!), semi public sex??

a/n i was editing it and accidentally posted by accident,soo . i hate hiw i wrote daddy kink im sorry you guys probably think im a weirdo :<

Wc: 2.2k >𝒞atalogue

The Prada afterparty was as extravagant as expected—glamorous lights, luxury-clad guests, and a steady flow of champagne that made the night blur around the edges. You floated through the room, every step purposeful, the custom Prada gown you wore fitting like a second skin. You felt eyes on you all evening, but the only pair you cared about belonged to him.

Jay had been watching you from across the room, his dark eyes heavy with intent. He was wearing an all-black Prada suit, his hair tousled just enough to look like he’d walked straight off a magazine cover. He looked good enough to ruin, but that wasn’t new.

The only thing different tonight was the way he watched you—shameless, unapologetic, and drunk enough to not care who noticed.

He approached you with an unsteady swagger, the glass of whiskey in his hand half-forgotten as he set it on a nearby table. “Hi, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and slurred at the edges.

You raised a brow, amused. “have you been drinking jay?”

“only a little bit,” he argued, his hand reaching for your waist. He pulled you close, his grip firm but familiar. “You look too good tonight. Too good to not be touching you.”

“Jongie,” you whispered, glancing around. The room was filled, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Let them see,” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear. “Let them know you’re mine.”

Heat pooled in your stomach, but you still managed to keep your voice steady. “You’re drunk.”

“And you’re irresistible, baby.”

Before you could respond, his hand slid lower, skimming the curve of your hip. The fabric of your gown was thin, almost sheer, and the warmth of his palm bled through, igniting every nerve.

“Jay—”

“Come with me,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Without waiting for your reply, he took your hand and led you out of the main hall. The hallway was dimly lit, quiet compared to the chaos of the party. He backed you into a secluded corner, his body pressing into yours with a heat that made your breath hitch.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he murmured, his lips brushing the side of your neck. “The way everyone’s been looking at you in this dress.”His hands slid over your waist, his touch possessive. He kissed you,his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

“Mhm, i need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine”

You clutched his jacket, pulling him closer, your body responding instinctively to the hunger in his touch.

“Jay, what if someone might—”

“Let them,” he growled, his lips moving to the sensitive spot just below your ear. His hands found the slit of your dress, pushing it aside to reveal more of your skin. His fingers traced the curve of your thigh, sending shivers through you. “Jay,” you gasped, your voice barely sounding like a whisper.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over your collarbone.

You didn’t.

Instead, you pulled him closer, your nails digging into his shoulders. His hands slid higher, his touch teasing and deliberate, and you bit your lip to stifle the sound threatening to spill from you.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment before he kissed you again, deeper this time. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. His hands pushing the thin fabric aside to reveal your thigh. His touch was rough, impatient, his fingers skimming your bare skin.

“You’re insane,” you managed to breathe out, though your hands betrayed you as they tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

“For you? Always,” he muttered

His fingers traced the edge of your panties, teasing, before slipping beneath the delicate fabric. Your breath hitched as his fingers found your heat, stroking you with an expertise that made your knees weak.

“Already so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Jay, we’re—”

“Do you know how hard it’s been not to touch you all night?” he murmured, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. “Look at you,” he muttered, his voice thick with pride and desire. “So ready for me.”

Your head fell back against the wall as he worked you with a precision that made your knees weak. His fingers moved in teasing circles, building you up only to slow down just when you thought you’d fall apart.

“Jay, please,” you gasped,

“Please what?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear. “Use your big girl words.”

“More,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. He didn’t make you ask twice. Sliding one finger inside you, he groaned softly at the way you clenched around him. He added another, his pace quickening as his thumb found your most sensitive spot.

Your hips bucked against his hand, the pleasure building faster than you could control. The tension coiled tight in your stomach, and you bit your lip to stifle the moan threatening to spill out.

his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place. “I want to hear you baby,”

His name slipped from your lips as you came undone, your body quivering against him.

But Jay wasn’t done. Not even close.

His hand left you only long enough to tug at his belt, the soft clink of metal making your breath catch. He worked quickly, his eyes never leaving yours, and when he freed himself, you couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

He smirked at your reaction, his cock hard and heavy in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes dark with desire. He smirked at your reaction, his cock hard and heavy in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes dark with desire.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

“Jay, we can’t—”

“Turn around,” he repeated, his tone brooking no argument.

With trembling hands, you obeyed, your palms pressing flat against the cool wall. Behind you, he moved closer, the heat of his body searing against your back as he pressed a kiss to the curve of your neck.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his cock brushing against your slick entrance. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone both praise and promise,

Jay pushed into you slowly, the stretch drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. His hands gripped your hips firmly, steadying you as he buried himself inside you inch by inch. The fullness was overwhelming, pleasure and pressure mingling as your body adjusted to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a moment as he stilled, letting you catch your breath. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect.”

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Taking me so well.”

Your fingers curled against the wall, your breathing uneven as you tried to ground yourself. But then he pulled back, almost all the way, before thrusting back in, harder this time. A choked moan slipped from your lips, and you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Quiet,” he murmured, though the rasp in his voice made it clear he was anything but calm. “Unless you want everyone out there to know how much of a slut you are”

his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered filthy praise in your ear. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, only clutch at the wall for support as he fucked you.

He set a steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate and deep, his hips snapping against yours with a force that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the otherwise quiet hallway, the wet slide of him inside you embarrassingly loud.

“Jongie—” you gasped, your voice breaking as his hand slid up your body to grasp your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

heat pooling low in your belly again, his other hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

Jay froze for a heartbeat, his hips stilling as his grip on your waist tightened. “Say that again,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost dangerous.

“Daddy,” you repeated, your voice trembling.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he thrust into you harder, deeper, pulling a sharp cry from your lips. “That’s right,” he said, his hand sliding up to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, full of lust and control. “You’re such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your walls fluttering around him.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his breath hot against your neck. “So desperate for me, so desperate for daddy.”

His smirk was wicked, and he leaned in to press a biting kiss to your lips. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” he murmured against your mouth. “Walking around in that dress, acting like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he cut you off, his voice sharp but filled with dark amusement. “You wanted me like this, didn’t you? Wanted Daddy to take you somewhere quiet and remind you who you belong to.”

You couldn’t argue; the words only made your body burn hotter. “Yes,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, his hand slipping between your thighs to find your clit. The rough pads of his fingers moved in tight, deliberate circles, his thrusts slowing just enough to drive you mad with need.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you, your body arching against his as the pleasure built again, more intense this time. Every thrust, every stroke of his fingers pushed you closer to the edge until you were trembling, your walls clenching tightly around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his movements growing erratic as he chased his own release. “You gonna come for me again, baby?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your nails digging into the wall as your body tensed. “Jay—Daddy,” you gasped, your legs shaking as the pleasure built again, impossibly strong.

“That’s it,” he said, his tone softening as his pace quickened again. “Come for me, baby. Let Daddy feel you.”

The command sent you over the edge, your body tightening around him as you cried out, your release crashing over you in waves. Jay groaned, the sensation pushing him closer to his own climax. His rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gripped your hips harder, holding you in place as he chased his high.

“Fuck,” he growled, his head dropping to your shoulder as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as his body tensed.

The words dissolved into a cry as you came undone, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you shaking. He cursed under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust into you one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you.

Jay pulled out of you slowly, his touch lingering as his hands smoothed over your hips. You shivered, still coming down from the intense high, your breath shaky and uneven. He turned you gently to face him, his dark eyes softening as he cupped your flushed cheeks.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice tender now, a contrast to the rough dominance he’d shown moments ago.

You nodded, though your legs felt weak, your body still humming from his touch. “Yeah,” you whispered, meeting his gaze. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk, but there was a flicker of warmth in his expression as he leaned in, kissing you softly. “You were so good for me,” he murmured against your lips. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

As you tried to collect yourself, the muffled sound of the party filtered back into your awareness. Reality loomed, but Jay’s presence grounded you, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a reassuring gesture.

“We should go back,” you said softly, though part of you didn’t want to leave this bubble you’d created.

Jay tilted his head, studying you for a moment. Then, instead of leading you back to the party, he laced his fingers with yours and tugged you toward another door at the end of the hallway. “Jay, where are we going?” you asked, your pulse quickening as he pushed open the door to reveal an empty, dimly lit private lounge.

He turned to you, his smirk deepening. “I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief. “You think I’m letting you go back out there looking like that? Everyone will know exactly what we just did.”

Your cheeks burned, and you opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with a kiss—slow and lingering, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised against your lips, his tone soft but commanding. “But you’re not leaving this room until I’ve had my fill.”

[branwinged]

harrenhal, king's landing, and volantis are all metaphors for the same thing, that the structural injustices which led to the creation and maintenance of these places will eventually result in their collapse. harrenhal is a symbol of the worst of feudalism, i say 'worst' because the books do romanticise certain aspects of it, oathkeeping as fidelity is clearly intended to be beautiful and moving in brienne's storyline and "the north remembers" but what harren the black did was exploit the riverlands and the iron islands and employ slaves in its construction, thousands dead for one man's monument to power and dominion over others. it was a castle built on fear, not fealty. in a non magical sense, the curse of harrenhal is hubris. it was intended to be the height of feudual power because it was virtually impregnable - impervious to 'normal' medieval warfare, but ended up being destroyed by yet another king, this time in possession of a more fantastical means of power - dragonfire (the hubris theme is strong in the main series, the castle is awarded to scheming, ambitious, and amoral political players who either engineer their own downfall or are eventually pushed off the board by someone who can scheme better them).

but the thing that interests me is that the burning of harrenhal also positions the targaryens as capable of status quo upsetting, radical change. they can disrupt existing power structures because what are walls in front of a dragon? dragons fly. the visionary bit here is the unification of the realm, which is definitely framed as an admirable thing by the narrative because of the upcoming threat of the long night—what aegon invades westeros for. i don't think the targaryens are, like, evil for being conqueror kings, that's a disingenuous reading, but i do think this is a somewhat corrupt idea of 'unification' as it is primarily focused on the dynastic interests of this one family. because the other thing he did was make the iron throne, something that's currently the biggest obstacle to the possibility of the realm uniting in the face of a common enemy. it's significant that a fight over the throne is what kills their dragons, that's a very blunt way of saying that the the iron throne is what ultimately smothers their ability to enact any wider social change, by the end they weren't any different from the other houses. so king's landing is no longer a symbol of targaryen rule, both their dragons and their dynasty died there and any vision of radical change that they began the conquest with was consumed by the iron throne. kl as a whole is symbolic of the game of thrones, the city's geography is modeled after the iron throne with the king within the red keep on top of aegon's hill and the smallfolk left to rot at the bottom. and the inheritors of 'the game' are the lannisters, the ones who swindled the city and the throne from the targaryens. tywin continues aerys's legacy of violence, aerys would burn a city out of 'madness', tywin would do it out of pragmatism ("Lord Tywin would not have bothered with a search. He would have burned that town and every living creature in it"), so it makes sense for tywin's philosophy, that of exploitative and dehumanising violence in the pursuit of power, to be the cause of its destruction. several posts have been made about why joncon and cersei are the ones haunted by the memory of tywin's crimes with reasons to want to emulate him, so i'm not going there, but i feel it's also really important for king's landing to go out because of purposeful grasping over the iron throne and without any dragonfire (even accidental) involved. king's landing is doomed in a very apocalyptic sense because 'the game' is unsustainable. nothing new will come out of the city's destruction and dany's use of fire is always transformative, she creates life out of death. wildfire only destroys.

the city dany will bring fire and blood to is volantis, not king's landing. volantis is the final remnant of the freehold's imperial legacy. a society built on systemic evil, on the backs of slaves cannot go on. the cyclical story here is obviously that of the dragons being redefined and redeemed as symbols of liberation after they historically helped the freehold perpetuate the evil of imperial expansion and slavery. i think the error lies in assuming dany has a personal connection to king's landing but she really doesn't. it used to be their seat and then the targaryens doomed themselves in westeros because of the iron throne. dany is not here to repeat those same mistakes. where she must go instead, is harrenhal. aegon burned it on the first day of his conquest, a conquest he began because of the prophecy of the prince that was promised. the castle is left in a half ruined state so it's not allowed to, like, die. the targaryens kept returning there and got involved in events that altered course of their rule forever - the council of 101 which led to the dying of the dragons and the tourney at harrenhal that led to their line almost ending. i think the narrative 'curse' at its heart is that the castle is the site of unfinished business. it was a result of excessive feudal violence and the conquest was supposed to lead to a different, better model of governance, i do think the targaryens came close to achieving that at certain points in their history because it was a reign of both splendour and horror, but they also ended up being responsible for the perpetuation of that very feudal violence in king's landing. as the last targaryen, dany's destiny lies in unifying and protecting the realm during the long night, this is what they survived the doom for. and i think to do that she has to go to this castle that's a place of both narrative beginnings and endings but also in stasis, and finish what her ancestors began—what aegon and rhaegar wished to achieve at harrenhal but couldn't, one too motivated by conquest and the other by prophecy. because only then will the curse break and the song end.

[wishfulsketching]

I think some people miss the fact that Silco loves as hard as he hates. After the fallout with Vander, he had no real friends left. The betrayal, which was not merely a repriortizing of ideals but an outright murder attempt that left him disfigured, may have actually pushed him to become a bigger zealot than he already was.

The betrayal led to hate, that goes without saying, but I'd argue that all of Silco's love also redirected from people (who cannot be trusted) to his ambitions (which cannot hurt him, at least not directly).

I think it's really telling that once Jinx entered his life, Silco loved her more than his ideals. If he had only loved her insofar as she was useful to him, Silco would not hesitate to give her up. We see this was not the case. And, after finally understanding Vander's perspective and likely ruminating on the irony of his impending death, Silco bore no ill will against Jinx accidentally shooting him in a fit of distress. Instead, he affirmed his love for her and tacitly forgives her.

This makes Silco's forgiving of Vander in the au timeline believable. If he found the letter or Vander apologized and told him that the violence was in a moment of passionate weakness, Silco would forgive him provided not too much time has passed to allow resentment to fester. Jinx in the original timeline proves that an abundance of love and forgiveness are in-character for him. He is in fact a character of tremendous extremes.

Sorry for sitting with this for a while, wanted to have the time to answer.

I think this is a very good analysis of Silco, yes. He was never perfect, most likely could be very intense about their plans for Zaun and maybe did not care about if Enforcers got hurt, but that is almost given. He lived in absolute misery and he had clear enemies.

The thing that really made me get Silco was when he was confronting Vander in s1. The way he says "for RESPECT?!" was so telling of his...well, whole deal, the way he looks to the side like he could not believe that Vander didn't get it. He was still fighting the fight but now with trauma! Yay!

I can see him being able to forgive but like you said, there should not be too much time in between the drowning and the forgiveness. The way Vander tried to drown Silco is so violent, I was so taken back by it when I first watched Arcane. It was so clear that Silco could not do anything when Vander got his hands on him, the power difference was too great. He was terrified

And even when Silco tried to escape, leave the situation, Vander attacked again. It's so...cruel?? And that is why I love it. I love how messy they are. They lived among violence their whole life so yes, what's a bit of murder between them if they just talk about it seriously after. And give time to each other.

It's just so juicy that the man who most likely protected Silco his whole life attacked him the cruelest way possible. AND. It gives some nice flavor for Vander. He might be a house wife but he can kill you

[nicotine-boi]

So much senseless pain..

YALL I FUCK SO HEAVY WITH THIS DRAWING IT ALSO TOOK ME A LITERAL MONTH TO COMPLETE BECAUSE UNI BUT I ALSO SNEEKED (?) A LOT OF symbolism ig IN HERE AND IM LIKE. SLSJSKKSKSN

Explanation + other versions below (excuse any typo I'm writing this up on my phone at 11pm)

A.) all the different hands are from characters that he (mostly) directly impacted.

Silco [top hand] because, intentional or not, their paths were always slightly intertwined. (jinx stealing hex-plans, jayce proposing peace, even back to vik's apprenticeship eith singed and him creating shimmer for silco). He's placed at the head because he was the catalyst of basically all the events in the show.

Vi [1st left] and Jinx [1st right] because not only did he lead them to were they went in act3, but their paths beforehand were also slightly intertwined throughout the series. THEY'RE ALSO A MIRROR IMAGE OF EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY ACCIDENTALLY MIRROR EACH OTHER (2nd season Vi mirrors 1st season jinx and vice-versa)

Isha [2nd right] because he UNINTENTIONALLY led to her death by allowing her to bond more with Vander and to see him interact 'normally' with Vi and Jinx which led to her sacrifice. She is placed under Jinx because she was her shadow, mentor, kid, etc. and her sole purpose was to emotionally wound Jinx cus the writers suck lol.

Steb [2nd left] because he was tasked with destroying his cocoon thingy in the final battle. He is placed under Vi because he befriended her at least a little while they terrorized Zaun and also as he was the one charged with awaiting for Zaunites at the bridge when it came to recruiting for the final battle.

Mel [3rd left] is here because of her involvement with everything that is Hextech. From allowing them to break into the lab to the subtle manipulation it took to create the weapons, she was there through it all. She's positioned like that in the shoulder because it feels, to me at least, slightly condescending. I'm p sure she never directly addresses him for anything and that's how the hand placement feels to me, a dismissal.

Sevika [3rd right] on the other hand (ha ha) is there because she has always advocated for Zaun. She wants what's best for them and he represents that. They might've not met, but he an important member of society that, even for a single second, coexisted within Piltover as their equal. Her grip on his shoulder is more forceful, she wants to hold on to that idea for the entirety of Zaun.

Caitlyn [4th right] is between most Zaunites because of how she barged into Zaun throughout the season. She almost willingly stepped into the role Ambessa gave her in order to weed Jinx out. The grip she has on his arm is one typically used when helping someone walk (at least as far as I've used it with my grandma) this is to show how she turned the thing that caused his illness and hurt many others into a torture device, essentially.

JAYCE [4th left] UUUUGH. HES HOLDING HIS HEART BECAUSE IT WAS AFFECTION THAT HELD THEM TOGETHER. HE ALSO BLEW HIS FUCKING CHEST OUT. HE ALSO REMOVED ANY SELF-CONFIDENCE, FAKE AS IT MIGHTVE BEEN, THAT VIKTOR HAD IN THE COUNCIL SCENE WHICH LED TO HIM AGREEING TO BECOME THE THING JUST TO GIVE IT BACK WHEN THEY WERE IN THE ASTRAL PLAIN!! HE CRADDLES HIS HEART AT ALL TIMES EVEN IF ITS UNKNOWINGLY AND VIKTORS HAND ON TOP OF HIS IS BECAUSE, EVEN THOUGH HE WILLINGLY LETS JAYCE HOLD IT, HE'S HAD HURT IT BEFORE AND VIK IS JUST CAREFUL ABT IT NOW.

Ekko [5th left] is holding him back via the leg because he never really met him but he did want to stop him, he wanted him to wait so thats what the position represents and Vandor [5th right] is almost cradling his hip because Viktor was rebuilding the family he had left by bringing his soul back, he's almost holding him like he's precious because to Vander, he was.

B.) He is partly metal tin toy, partly astral projection because of the fact that that's how the characters saw him mostly. they met the monster once during the final battle but they knew him more as he was before.

C.) Gay rune circle because I say so.

D.) Hex patterns in the other bg because. because ^^

And now more versions because pretty

[muniimyg]

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when yoongi calls to confirm the results of the blood test, reality hits all over again. 

you’re pregnant. 

his voice was gentle, with the same calm professionalism he uses with all his patients… but it couldn’t mask his genuine warmth as he told you the news. you want to believe he sounded excited but it was hard to tell. you settle for the telling warmth in his tone instead.

hearing it out loud brought a whole new set of feelings—joy, fear, and then something else: the unavoidable question of how you’d tell your friends.

having a clingy friendgroup is not for the weak. 

but having a clingy adult friend group—the kind who carve out time for you amidst career chaos, endless emails, and hectic schedules—is something else entirely. 

they’re the type who know what you’re thinking before you can even say it. the type who catch your tone shifting over text and who will show up unannounced if they don’t hear from you for a day. they mean well, but keeping things under wraps with them is practically impossible.

which is why telling them worries you. 

you can’t hide it.

you know you can’t.

truth be told, you don’t want to. they’re your friends and you love them to death. this baby is worth every second of celebration.

the thought had barely settled before it started to plague you.

how exactly do you explain this to a group of people who work together? who run a whole practice together? a group who’ll want to plan out everything with you, to fuss over you like you’re a ticking time bomb, and who—above all—will probably have a shitload of questions you don’t have answers to. 

they’re the people you’ve shared birthdays with, career changes, heartbreaks, and random tuesday nights. now you’re going to share this news, but there’s no manual on explaining an accidental pregnancy to your closest friends without it sounding like a rom-com gone wrong.

a part of you already know how they’ll react. 

they’d be thrilled, supportive, maybe a little over-the-top. 

and then confused.

yoongi?

as the father?

… what, when, where, and why?

not that he’s a bad guy or anything but simply because there were no (obvious) moments that led up to this…

regardless, it’s like you can almost hear jimin’s gasp, feel jin’s bear hug, and imagine hyemi tearing up before tackling you in her usual affectionate way.

they’ll want to be there for every step of this (probably more than you can handle) but that’s the beauty of having friends who genuinely make the time… friends who go out of their way to show up—not just when it’s convenient but because they want to. they’re the type who, as adults, choose each other over and over again despite life’s demands. 

you all take pride in being involved in each other’s lives—big moments, small moments, and now…

this moment.

but exactly how much is there to be proud of when you explain how nasty you and yoongi were with each other?

how this mess could’ve been avoided if you didn’t beg for him to creampie you?

yeah…

that’s a tough one.

as you’re still trying to figure out how to break the news, your timer dings.

you pull the last tray of brown butter oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from the oven, the warm smell of melted chocolate filling the kitchen. you set the tray down with a sigh, hoping a night of stress-baking will take the edge off. but before you can even start on another batch, there’s a knock at your door.

before you can think to answer, hyemi is already pushing it open, holding an expensive wine bottle aloft like a trophy, her eyes alight with excitement.

“hyemi—”

“wine night!” she grins, crossing the room without hesitation, snagging a cookie from the cooling tray as she pushes the wine bottle toward you.

you catch the label and gasp. a prized chateau margaux. the kind of bottle she probably saved up for weeks (or borrowed namjoon’s credit card) to buy.

“you did not…” you say, eyes wide.

“oh, but i did,” she giggles, giving you a wink. “thank you, namjoon.”

you shake your head, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “i knew it.”

“well?” she nudges the bottle toward you. “what are you waiting for? let’s open this and—”

you hesitate, trying to find the words. “i… i can’t tonight… or for the next few months.”

her smile falters. she clutches the bottle closer, looking genuinely wounded.

“w-wait, what? but—i fought namjoon for this, you know? and you’ve wanted this bottle for forever!”

“hyemi, i have to tell you something—”

“are you breaking up with me?” she jokes, only half-serious as she takes another bite of her cookie.

you roll your eyes and grab the cookie back from her hand, taking a bite yourself.

“it’s not you, it’s me.”

she laughs, swiping the cookie back with a shrug. “so what is it? and holy shit, these cookies are insane—”

“i can’t drink.”

“why? you’ve gone to work hungover before.”

you struggle to find the words, fingers tightening slightly around the bottle in your hands.

“no, it’s not that. it’s… different.”

hyemi’s brow furrows, her eyes narrowing as she peers at you, picking up on your hesitation. “what? don’t tell me you’re on some sober cleanse or something.”

“no… hyemi, i…”

“i mean if you are, i totally support you. i just think there’s too much good wine in this world and not enough time—”

“i’m pregnant.”

hyemi’s jaw drops, her eyes widening. her mouth opens and closes in shock, but before she can get a word out, there’s a loud crash behind you both.

you whip around to see the rest of the guys standing at the doorway.

jimin is frozen, a shattered wine bottle at his feet, red liquid pooling across the entryway as he stares at you in wide-eyed disbelief.

your eyes lock with yoongi’s, who stands in the middle of the group, his expression soft and steady as he takes you in. he tilts his head, just slightly, a quiet, unspoken reassurance passing between you two. you can feel your heart hammering, cheeks burning as you try to focus on anything other than his gaze.

the silence stretches for a beat too long before taehyung breaks it. 

“mommy?”

this isn’t exactly how you pictured them reacting to the news. 

as you sit on your couch, the atmosphere feels heavy. they’re in disbelief, and the only way they know how to process it is by falling into their medical roles.

nam joon and jin, being the doctors they are, sit close to you and begin a quick physical assessment and blood pressure test.

nam joon carefully rolls up your sleeve, a comforting smile on his face that softens the tension in the room. 

“just relax your arm for me,” he hums, positioning the cuff around your upper arm. his fingers brush against your skin, and you can’t help but notice how professional he is, even amidst the whirlwind of emotions flooding the room.

“you’ve been feeling okay, right? any nausea or dizziness?” he asks, focusing intently on the task at hand.

“tired. sleepy. think i’m nauseous the most, though,” you admit. “i throw up… like every other day.”

he nods, squeezing the bulb to inflate the cuff. “that’s completely normal.” he pauses, glancing up at you. “are you okay? emotionally and mentally?”

you nod, glancing around the room. “i’m fine.” 

your eyes meet yoongi’s.

he’s seated directly across from you, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced. he’s watching you intently, with his usual cool indifference masking an intensity in his gaze. yoongi’s quiet presence anchors you, even though he says nothing.

should he say something?

what does he even say?

you don’t know.

he doesn’t know either.

as the cuff tightens around your arm, you take a deep breath, catching the supportive glances from everyone else nearby. their chatter fades into the background as nam joon’s focus brings you back to the moment.

“okay, let’s see what we have here,” nam joon murmurs, watching the gauge as the cuff slowly deflates. “hmmm. your pressure’s a little high but good overall. are you stressed?”

“a little right now,” you exhale. “guys, this is too much—“

“did you just do a home pregnancy test or go to the doctor?”

you freeze.

“oh shit,” taehyung calls from the doorway. he’s just been helping jimin and hobi clean up spilled wine. “screw the pregnancy test stuff—i wanna know who the babydaddy is.”

from the back, you hear jimin and hobi laugh as they finish picking up glass shards. taehyung raises a teasing brow. 

“okay but seriously… didn’t know you wanted a baby that bad, ___. could’ve just asked jungkook to help you out.”

yoongi straightens, shooting taehyung a sharp look. “alright. we good here? you guys did a quick physical and checked her blood pressure—”

“your babydaddy is clean, right?” jimin chimes in, feigning seriousness. “___, i hope he’s worth the labor and delivery.”

“oh my god. shut up,” you say, rolling your eyes.

it’s then that you glance at hyemi, who sits on the other side of the couch with jungkook. the two of them are stress-eating your cookies, crumbs dotting the space between them.

hyemi, chocolate smeared at the corner of her mouth, raises a brow. “is this why you’ve been so sick?”

“yeah,” you nod. “i got the confirmation yesterday.”

“yesterday?” her eyes widen, and she sets down the cookie, scooting closer to you. “oh my god, ___. this is huge! congratulations!” she grabs your hands, her excitement lighting up her face. “we’re happy about this, right? you want this?”

before you can answer, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. you let yourself sink into her warmth, feeling the tension unravel.

“yes, i want this. ahhh! don’t make me cry,” you whisper, fighting back tears as you pull back, smiling through it. “god, it’s the pregnancy hormones.”

“already?” she gives you a small, amused smile and wipes at her eyes, fixing your hair. “i’m just so happy for you, ___. you’re going to be the best mom. seriously.”

“as long as her blood pressure stays stable—”

hyemi swats at him. “nam joon, shut up, yeah?”

yoongi lets out a quiet chuckle, leaning back with his hands in his pockets as he watches everyone swarm around you. though he’s giving his usual cool exterior, there’s something in his eyes—a soft, almost possessive gleam that’s hard to miss.

from the corner, jungkook sneaks in, sliding a little closer to you. 

“so,” he begins with a grin, “guess i’ll have to start calling you a milf now, huh?”

yoongi stiffens, jaw clenching almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing at jungkook. the tension isn’t lost on you as jungkook’s shoulder brushes against yours, and yoongi shifts in his seat, his gaze hardening in a way that feels oddly protective.

“so, seriously… who’s the babydaddy?” taehyung drawls from across the room, folding his arms with an amused smirk. “he’s clean, right? or should we head to the clinic and run a few tests? just to keep you and baby safe… big news and all, so we’re just trying to make sense of it.”

“god, you’re all insane.” you huff.

“maybe let ___ breathe,” yoongi mutters instantly. his gaze flicking between you and jungkook with a faintly annoyed look. “yah, she just confirmed she’s pregnant. that’s it.”

“that’s it,” you sigh repeating him. then, feeling a small wave of relief. “and honestly, why are the nurses in this room so immature? who can i report you guys to?”

jimin, taehyung, and jungkook laugh. 

“our bosses,” they reply in unison, completely unbothered.

the warmth of their support fills the room. 

as you soak in the moment, hyemi’s watchful eyes drift to yoongi.

he’s now casually seated beside you, close enough that his knee brushes against yours. every now and then, his hand lightly hovers by your arm or shoulder, his touch lingering just a little longer each time. hyemi tilts her head, something slowly clicking in her mind.

“wait a second,” she says, raising a brow. “yoongi… did you know about ___’s pregnancy before the rest of us?”

the room quiets, all eyes shifting to yoongi. before he can answer, jungkook—oblivious to the weight of the question—leans forward. 

“oh shit… is that what her blood test was for at the clinic? i might’ve accidentally seen the paperwork but didn’t peek—thought she was low on iron or something.”

silence falls over the room, each of them piecing things together. one by one, their eyes dart between you and yoongi, confusion shifting to surprise until jin’s eyes widen with realization.

“…wait,” jin’s voice is soft but full of shock.

yoongi keeps his gaze steady on you. 

his expression softening as he takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, a small smile tugging at his lips. it’s subtle but full of meaning, and you feel warmth pool in your chest, despite the tension.

then taehyung breaks the silence, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open as he points at yoongi with dawning realization.

“...daddy?”

[dreamweave01]

I need Raph being insecure about his Krang half and doubting Kendra’s love for him because of it. (”how could she love a monster like me? I dont deserve her…”)

I need Raph accidentally harming Kendra when he has a panic attack or something.

I need Raph being afraid and certain that Kendra os gonna be scared of him because of it; hate him, be mad at him, cut ties with him. (Donnie is ready to attack Kendra if she breaks Raph’s heart.)

But Kendra isn't mad. She's only worried (and a bit shaken).

Im a sucker for angst 😭

(no pressure, Do whatever you want; this is your au and I have no say in it)

- Paranormal Anon

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And this is why the turtles have to be careful what they watch for movie night. Dang those triggers.

I'm completely unashamed to admit that I just spent several hours working on this instead of working on anything else I was supposed to. Who woulda thought Kendrael angst would hold me in a death-grip?

I think timeline-wise this would happen some time after the next arc. I like how I tell myself I'll stop jumping ahead of where I'm at in the story, and then ideas like this get thrown at me from out of the blue and suddenly I'm incapable of thinking about anything else /pos

Aaand now it's time for rambles ->

What I really liked about this thought was that it allows me to show a side of Raph that he absolutely hates about himself.

Everyone has this side to them that they bury deep inside, never to see the light of day, and for big Red over here, it's his natural tendency to lean towards 'fight' in a fight-or-flight response.

Really, it has nothing to do with the Kraang and everything to do with the ninja training as a kid. He and his brothers were born with the intent to be soldiers, and while yes, Splinter did everything in his power to give them a wonderful childhood - and did a darn good job too might I add - learning how to defend yourself led the turtles to trust their abilities to fight.

Now you could say, "But DW, what about in the movie when Raph told them to retreat blah blah blah-" That was a specific situation that called for specific actions. If there had been any chance they could've won that fight and if Splinter hadn't been injured, I'm willing to bet Raphael wouldn't have called for a retreat.

My point is, these boys are fighters. They take on a problem head-on, and unfortunately, that natural tendency is center stage of Raph's trauma.

The Kraang turned him into a soldier, their personal pet that didn't hesitate to follow orders.

None of it was Raph's doing, none of it was even close to being his fault, but the thing that terrifies him the most is that he'll lose control and hurt the people he loves. Again.

That 'again' makes it even worse, because he knows he's capable of it. He knows he could kill them because he has before, there's no doubt about it in his mind. Yes, he's the sweetest most gentlest giant in the world, but that doesn't take away the fact that he's a mountain of battle-trained muscle and has the power of a freight train, if not more. So he does everything he can to keep that fighter inside of him under wraps at all times, refuses to even risk letting that side of him see a glimmer of the light of day.

But he's not perfect, and there are moments like the one above where he's so heavily triggered into that fight-or-flight response, he goes into a tunnel-vision and doesn't even realize what he's doing because at this point, it's instinctual for him to defend himself. It always has been.

And when he snaps out of it, that's when the fear takes him, that overwhelming guilt that feels like it'll swallow him up whole.

And poor Kendra! She knows that Raph and his brothers have been through a lot - Mikey's mentioned things here and there to the rest of the friend group - but seeing in person just how hard it was? Exactly what Raph's experiences have done to him?

It's really hard to see someone you love and care so deeply about going through something so unbelievably horrible.

But she knows a thing or two about guilt, the fear of hurting people again, and you better believe she's going to do everything in her power to show Raph that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, could ever push her away from him.

She will always love him, no matter what he looks like, what he's been through, what he does.

Guys, this is why I love them, agh, they're so precious-

[married-to-google-translater]

Can I make an Invincible Request? (Since they are really popular rn). Childhood Friend (maybe neighbor) Romantic Yandere Mark x Reader.

It'd be cute if he doesn't keep a single secret from Darling. Minus his feelings of course. Like its easier to rush into battle to save the day than it is to possibly ruin the only constant relationship.

Omg omg omg this is so awesome ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I really love this request and I am super grateful because I don't get enough requests for invincible.

Thank you so much ❤️

Yandere Mark Grayson

You and Mark met each other at softball practice when you were kids.

The events that led to your friendship would not be the best :D

You accidentally hit Mark in the face with a softball during practice.

Oh, you were so sorry about that incident...

Because of this, you started spending a lot of time together and became friends.

You spent a lot of time with Mark and his family during your childhood/youth.

His feelings for you quickly flared up.

However, Mark was too shy to tell you because he didn't want to lose you.

He would be an overprotective "best friend" even before his superpowers.

Lol Mark would hate every partner you had but there was nothing he could do.

Would try to give them a death stare but fail...

He's too innocent to be scary.

When he got his powers he would be so hyped and you would definitely be the first person he would tell.

Even though this means he'll be busier now, Mark would still try to spend time with you.

He loved how understanding you were...

Another sign that maybe you should be more than just friends.

Mark would try to make up for lost time by getting you various surprises from all over the world.

You used to joke that Mark was your personal Amazon driver XD

Oh, he would also take you on flights with him sometimes.

He would also use his powers to "ensure your safety" :D

Read as stalking and intimidating potential partner candidates

And everything should have continued like this until something happened.

He probably would have confessed his feelings if you were in danger and he almost lost you.

Mark just couldn't hold it back anymore.

This would just be a reminder that your life was too short and fragile....

Hopefully you enjoy your new Yandere boyfriend :3