#but also i don't want to start coughing so badly again

[meo-eiru]

*cracks knuckles* here I am again. this time with Micah as my victim

so at first,

you definitely should add some more story to him. so far, if I'm being honest, he feels a bit too plain to me. but oh boy, what a potential I see here!

alright lets begin

omg look at him! such a hypocrite! how smart it is, to put all blame on MC while being just as (actually even more) sinful. and he sure hides well; it's your fault, isn't it? oh you and your sinful mind.

buut despite him not really being my cup of tea, I still do like a good old concept of ugly insides, hidden behind a beautiful shell (if that's the vibe you were going for).

Micah seems so pure, so holy, almost like an angel (you played smart by adding a lot of white in his design) – but behind that pristine facade? he's ugly. and that shell eventually starts to crack, because no matter how pure he may seem, Micah is just as human as we are, and definitely not a good one. and what are we, if not a bunch of cruel, egotistical animals? and deep inside he's exactly that, sickeningly human. with that in mind the very first comic you did abt him is actually pretty hilarious to me. your desires? what about his desires, which are strong enough to ruin your whole life?

I kinda feel like he's also a little pathetic in his own way; if he can't make you fall for him, he will break you. isn't it like a very cowardly move? he wants you badly enough to use whatever method it may require to have you, but will never admit it.

but let's talk about that strange desire to destroy MC's purity. why? to make you just as dirty as he is? cute, but doesn't seem like a full explanation to me. he's a priest, right? and even despite those dark insides of his, I feel like Micah still kept at least some of the priest mindset. I mean, they're raised and taught with a very strict discipline. so I feel like deep down, he feels bad (not ashamed, but in a "how dare they" way) for his attraction to you, and punishes you for that attraction. it's not your fault, of course, but who cares? you managed to destroy his perfect, clean facade, which he was methodically building for his whole life with simply your existence. isn't that unfair? so now you must fall into the depths of hell with him.

I like how we can't justify him. Micah is perfectly aware of what he is doing. and of twisted nature of his feelings too, I think, yet still chooses to indulge in his desires, even if it hurts you, the person he was supposed to love and cherish. he makes me feel an absolute, poetic rage, and I love a character I can hate. (don't get me wrong, it meant to be a praise)

and I absolutely adore his design. also if I was on point with the idea you meant for him, that is wonderful too. if a character makes me feel something, I like that character. but girl, you really should add more details about him. because everything I've written here is, basically, just my own brainstorming and bare theories. Micah needs to have more meat on him for a full character analysis >_>

but anyway, I actually have a question.

what if MC wasn't in any way pure? what if they're a complete opposite of that word? count it on my love for hunchback of notre dame

unlike the nun MC, I suggest a MC who fully embraces their sins. like an evil succubus, they enjoy the joys of being tainted. they know what influence they have on their dear Father Micah, and isn't ashamed of that. I feel like that would make a pretty interesting story

(cough cough draw him blushing and moaning and my life is yours darling)

Another absolutely incredible ask I'll have a field day answering.

I do agree with him being a bit under developed at the moment. Micah was a bit unfortunate as in he was never meant to be an actual character. He was just a momentary creation who existed for me to study color theory. A beautiful man of flowers who didn't have an identity.

Then he joined the cast when I was busy with working on commissions and the 5k celebration comic so I didn't have the time to draw his introduction comic with the things I had planned for him, though I've been trying my best to explore him a bit more thru asks like this one. The fact that I don't want to spoil the stuff I'll draw in his comic is also holding me back a little.

I think Micah is evil, but not completely bad. A man who was born twisted, who was raised into goodness, and even with all the love he received never truly got rid of his inner darkness, but just once, just for one moment, I think he had good in his heart. And that is when he first saw you.

With all his twistedness, all his evilness, all his darkness, I think that love he felt for you was truly pure. Because in his eyes you appeared truly beautiful, like a pure lily.

But Micah isn't a pure man, neither does he want to be. So he prefers to pull you down to his level, so that you two can be sinful together. A truly impure way of feeling that pure and innocent love.

I have gotten asks about him with a more rowdy darling, one who isn't a nun or one who is more sinful. I've been really brainstorming about it but I don't think it would work. Not because I personally can't force the story into being like that but because I think it was just not meant to be like that.

You see I do come up with the characters, but I don't control their actions. If the character is unwilling I can't shape the story to my will. Because that story is their life and they control it. The best I can do is to try to fill the gaps I can.

I might prefer submissive yanderes, I might want Micah to have a more sinful darling instead but it wouldn't be Micah's story anymore. That's one of the reasons why he's so different from the rest of the boys. I'm not super into very dominant guys, I could probably count the ones I have with one hand, it wasn't my intention for Micah to be the way he is, but I don't think he could've been any other way.

Micah was just meant to be manipulative, a gaslighter, a dirty man who'll pull anything to push you below him.

I guess me looking at my stories from an actual novel or manga perspective also contributes to this. Father Micah exists to shine with a darling who he can soil.

Now the darling can maybe go against him in the future, she might rebel or give in to his sinful ways, but that's a different story.

[puppyslutposting]

"Yeah of course I can be trusted to house-sit for you while you're on your business trip! :3"

I watch you pull out of the driveway, waving to you from the porch. As soon as your car is completely out of sight, I bolt inside and upstairs to your room. Now that I'm finally alone, I can go full puppy mode. And I already know just what I want to do... After all, I've had the biggest crush on you for a long time now. We're constantly flirting and teasing each other when we hang out, but neither of us has the courage to take it further. You know about all of my kinks, and you constantly tease me about them. You've even called me "good boy" before, which got me so wet I had to excuse myself. All of this sexual tension has been really getting to me, and I know exactly how to let off some steam...

I walk over to your dirty clothes hamper. There's a black sweatshirt haphazardly draped over the rim. I snatch it up and immediately put it up to my face, inhaling deeply. "Fuck..." I think to myself. "It smells just like them. I want them so badly. I NEED them, and they don't even know it. I just wish they would fuck me..." As I hold the cloth up to my face and sniff it lustfully, I slip a hand down my pants. I can feel I'm already pretty damn wet just from your smell, and realizing my own desperation only makes me hornier.

I throw the sweatshirt onto your bed and start stripping, throwing my clothes wherever with little regard. Once I'm fully nude, I take a second to just explore my body with my hands. I feel up my breasts and nipples, my hips, my face, and my thighs, taking note of how sensitive I am. Every touch leaves me desiring more, until I can't take it and I crawl into your bed.

I don't fully have a plan at this point, I just know I need to masturbate. Specifically while inhaling your addictive scent. I lay on my back and grab your sweatshirt once again, throwing it over my face. Then, I spread my legs open and start rubbing myself. My needy t-dick twitches wildly between my pointer and middle finger as I slide them up and down my wet vulva. I moan helplessly as your scent drives me into a heat, making more sensitive and needy than I've ever been before. Rubbing isn't enough anymore, I feel like I need to fuck you. I look around, desperate for something to slide my t-dick on, and then I spot it. The teddy bear I gave you for your birthday last year, sitting up in bed between your pillows. Under normal circumstances, I would have been absolutely flattered that you kept it in bed with you all this time, but in my current state I don't even consider it. I snatch it up and roll on top of it, mounting it like the horny mutt I am.

It's been about 30 minutes at this point. I'm a sweaty, panting, drooling mess. My face is shoved into your musky shirt and Im gripping the plush tight while I rut against it needily. I'm so focused on trying to cum, that I don't even hear my phone buzzing. I'm completely in a trance, my entire mind and body only wanting a release. I don't hear the car pull up in the driveway, or the front door opening, or your footsteps coming up the stairs. Only once you come into the room and start talking do I snap out of my trance.

"Hey, sorry, I forgot my-" Your words are cut short. You're shocked by what you're seeing, but you can't look away. My eyes grow wide and my face goes bright red with embarrassment as I try to cover my exposed parts. I stammer over my words, trying to cough up an explanation, but even I know there's no way out of this. I gulp nervously.

You feel your pants getting tight. You know you should be upset, but you can't help but to find it incredibly arousing that I would be so horny just by your smell alone that I would do something like this. But you're also so glad that there's finally a reason to break the sexual tension between us, and you can't help but to smirk mischievously. This is just too perfect.

"I think I'm going to have to teach you a lesson for this, mutt.~ You're such a bad puppy... Present your pussy to me. Now." You say, slipping off your tie and starting to undress. Your mischievous grin grows more and more as you think about all of the perverted things you'll be able to do to me now that you have me right where you want me.

Braindead and desperate for your touch, I immediately obey. After all, good boys do as they're told...~

[hellisharchive]

・﹒・ comatose dreams [1]

Summary: After suffering from a fatal car crash, you had become comatose and had no hope of waking up anytime soon. You didn't know that, however, you thought you had died. After finding yourself in Hell, you wind up landing a job with Vox as your boss. You both fall quickly and deeply, but true love doesn't always work out.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, masturbation, slight StaticMoth,

Notes: This fanfic is inspired by this lovely post by @timeslugarts! I would suggest reading it for a full summary, however if you want to go in blind, then don't!

﹒Stepping Stones﹒

An entire year working for VoxTech, what was your job, you ask? Well, you started out as a simple camera operator, then worked your way up to personal assistant, and you've had a crush on the television man for a good year now. Unfortunately, Vox always seemed so out of reach, so out of your league, you never even tried to even flirt with him and hoping he'd notice. He was an Overlord, one of the Vees, you were probably seen as nothing to him. Which hurt to think about, but was true nonetheless. So, you worked and went through your days with all your feelings festering inside you, ready to burst.

"Vox, you have a meeting with Vel and Val at three pm today to discuss potential strategies with Alastor returning, would you like to cancel?" You watched him as he adjusted his bowtie, ensuring that his outfit was perfect as always. He also had a tendency to cancel his meetings, but to the chagrin of his partners since he arrengaed them in the first place, but you still forced him to attend at least some.

"No, I know if I don't they'll be on my ass about it later" Turning from the mirror, he looked at you with a bored expression before putting on one of his smiles that you thought would be fake, but it was genuine. From working with him, you've learned to identify what smiles are real and ones that aren't.

"What? Do you really want to be alone with me THAT badly?" His smile then moved to a smirk, causing you get flustered and fumble with the tablet you were holding. Shit. Was that the first time he flirted with you? Vox chuckled as you regained your bearings, clearing your throat, you tried to remain professional.

"Well no sir, I was just uh, caught off guard by your uh...assumption" You coughed as he started to walk out of the room, knowing you'll diligently follow, and you did. You shut the door behind you and followed him as he made his way to his head of operations. He didn't tell you where he was going, but you knew his route every single day, that is- if he does, you'll still follow him wherever he went. You'll always be loyal to him and him only.

"Well, let's hope I don't have to calm Valentino down again today after yesterday..." He scowled just thinking about it. Yesterday, Val had yet again another temper tantrum and you watched as your boss did his thing. It was something you've grown accustomed to with your time as the tv man's personal assistant, they both fucked with no strings attached. Sure, they weren't together, but it still squandered you telling the truth about your feelings even further.

"Hopefully not, sir" You spoke as he entered his main control room, where he could spy on everyone and everything. He mainly has been monitoring the hotel and Alastor, even when the Radio Demon was gone for seven years, he never stopped bringing him up. The deer Overlord has only been back for a few months and he was the only thing Vox brought up for entire days sometimes. You didn't mind it though, it was pretty entertaining to witness. Sitting down in his chair, you grabbed yours and sat next to him as he observed everyone, trying to find Alastor roaming around. He checked the hotel first but couldn't find him with his scope of range. Time passes as he does his daily checking and observing, replying to emails, and the like. You busy yourself with checking his schedules and any business opportunities. You didn't realize that he stopped speaking until his sudden voice breaking the silence startled you.

"Do you think he'll ever take me seriously?" He spoke oddly quiet, his usual self gone as you swore you heard the faintest crackle in his voice. Looking up from your tablet, you saw that his head was down, looking at his lap with his hands fiddling each other as a sign of nerves. Sighing, you stood up and walked in front of him. Gently setting your hand on his shoulder, it caused him to look up with a face similar to a sad puppy. Smiling softly, with your other free hand, you placed it on his other shoulder.

"I know one day he will, sir. Trust me, you'll beat him and be the strongest overlord in Hell" You almost said "with me by your side" but refrained, knowing it was best not to mention that at all to him. This was about cheering him up, not entertaining your stupid fantasies. But, you saw as a digital blush faintly appear on his screen made your heart leap. You? A measly assistant managed to make THE Vox blush? You two were entranced, the feeling of leaning closer overwhelmed you as you both slowly inched closer and closer. What were you doing? You both were about six inches apart as he placed a hand over yours, now smiling devilishly as he chuckled.

"Of course I will, I just need someone by my side to do it" Did he...? You didn't have to fully process what he meant by that as you saw Vox's screen change to an incoming call with a ring. The moment ended as you cleared your throat and pulled away, taking your hands off his shoulders like they became fire. Of course- Valentino.

"Are you fucking-" He scowled as he transmitted the video call to one of his many screens, showing a very scandalously clad moth lounging on his bed, smoking and turning the screen into red before dissipating.

"Hey Voxy~ I need a fuck and I need it now. Angel Dust won't return my calls" Now, you weren't the biggest fan of Valentino, despite Vox also not being the best. But even as a sinner, you still did not agree with how that man treated others, especially his main star. Hearing the fact that he was demanding sex from your boss made your blood boil, yet you remained calm and neutral.

"Not now Val, find one of your other whores to fuck, I'm not in the mood" He didn't try to hide is displeasure as he held a very pissed off face staring at the pimp. Usually Vox never denied having sex with Valentino, so the sudden anger surpised you. Valentino just sighed, leaning closer to the camera. You weren't sure if he could see you, you hoped he didn't.

"You aren't fucking anyone else, right baby?" The question gave you whiplash despite not being the receiver. The moth sounded innocuous when you knew very well he manipulated Vox along with others. You knew his game.

"Fuck off Val" The tv Overlord than hung up, growling as he pushed out of his chair and started to walk towards the middle of the room. Following him, he headed back into the rest of the tower and back to his room. Before you could step in, he stood in the doorway, preventing your access.

"Don't bother me, do whatever the fuck you want for the next few hours, I don't care" and just like that, he slammed the door in your face. What the hell just happened? Taking a deep breath in, you mull over what you could possibly do when you decide to just take a walk. You needed some time outside the tower every once a while, so a walk would be perfect. Not wanting to head out in your work attire, you head to your room which was right next to Vox's (easier to be his assistant with you so close) and change. As you walked by your boss' door, you heard him panting and immediately flushed, walking away quickly as it felt wrong to hear him masturbate. You did walk in on him one time by pure accident and even to to this day he still teases you over it and makes fun of you. As you passed by, you could have sworn you heard him moan out your name, but he couldn't have. Right? Your ears were just playing tricks on you. Rushing past, opting to ignore it entirely, you went on your walk.

[lif3lessb0dy]

₊˚⊹ ೀ lads boys; xavier & zayne

╰┈➤ headcanon/scenario; they saw how reader is struggling with her mental health

cw; self-harming(recovering), scars, depression in xavier's part, feeling not enough because of scars in zayne's part, cursing

a/n; if any of this topics is triggering you do not read! I kinda based some of this on my personal experience from the past so I did everything I could to make this accurate, if you feel like reading this will be harmful to your journey in any way feel free to skip it

i saw @chryssikyu 's post and decided that I can write something about it since I haven't found anything like that here.

╰┈➤ XAVIER!

you were a team so he could watch how your behavior is changing

he was really worried, he wanted to ask if everything is fine

he was headed straight to your apartment, prepared the questions in his head, he was afraid that it would seem awkward, you were just work partners after all

he knocked at your door

you opened but after you realized that it was xavier you just wanted to start crying again, you looked like a total mess, you didn't want to make him worry about you but it was too late

„can i... can i come in?” he asked quietly

„yeah, of course” you wiped your wet cheeks with your sleeve once again.

you were nervous asf

after some minutes of normal talk he wanted to just ask about his suspicions

you started crying and opened up about your recovery and depression episodes that lately hit you badly, you told him how you were feeling about your job, friends and life in general

he saw your old scars on thighs but didn't say anything, he waited to see if you would like to talk about it, he didn't want to force you to do this, especially now

you had such a bad mental breakdown that you have told him everything.

„(y/n) if you ever have such a bad time again that you want to return to self-harm, come to me. we don't even have to talk if you don't want to, if you ever feel like that again just come to me. or I will come to you, I don't want you to suffer in silence, it's not a shame to ask for help or support.” he looked at you „you are so much more than what you think, i don't want you to sit in the dark of your room crying and thinking you're useless, because you're not. I know you probably think my words are a joke, but I really... I really like you so I want you to be happy, I would do anything to make sure you don't experience these bad moments alone”

you didn't expect this. you expected disgust or laugh. why was he so nice and caring? in your eyes you were just a burden to him on a missions but he still cared about you.

„I also understand that you will need your alone moments, I just want you to know that you can count on me.” he gently grabbed your hand. „we're more than just a team, I care about you and wish you the best”

╰┈➤ ZAYNE!

it was your first date with him, you still couldn't believe that it was really happening

you wanted to dress nicely but after you saw yourself in the mirror you just started crying. no matter what dress or skirt you were wearing you still felt ugly. you felt like the scars on your body make you worse.

you called zayne and came up with some excuse just to stay at home. you really felt terrible, you just wanted to lay in bed all day and cry. you recently started therapy again because you knew that you were feeling worse and worse every day.

zayne knew that something was off. you were so excited, but suddenly you were sick and couldn't go? he knew that you were 100% healthy because he was your doctor after all, he didn't notice any signs of illness at yesterday's routine checkup

he decided to go to your apartment to see what was going on. he gently knocked and waited for an answer, after a while you opened the door.

„za-zayne?” he caught you off guard, you quickly pretended that you were coughing. „what are you doing here?”

„I wanted to examine you since you're not feeling well”

you felt guilty that you made him worry about you. you sighed and knew that you needed to tell him the truth.

„zayne... listen, i-i'm...” you started whispering.

„not sick?” he raised an eyebrow. „can I come in?”

you nodded twice. you felt embarrassed because of your lie.

„what's wrong, (y/n)? did something happen? or you just... didn't want to go? yo-you could tell me if you didn't want this date” he said calmly, almost like he thought that it's all because of pity towards him, well, he was the one who asked you out, he was worried that you agreed because you didn't want to make him feel bad

„no! i wanted it, but... it's really complicated” you avoided his gaze, not sure how to say what you were thinking. „since you're my doctor you know that...” you paused, your psychologist helped you learn how to talk about your feelings, but you were still afraid.

„know what?” he came closer and grabbed your hand. „don't be afraid, (y/n), you can tell me everything and I will not judge you” zayne said sincerely.

„do you think i'm worse than others because of my scars? do they make me ugly?” you looked straight into his eyes

„what?” he was completely shocked. „I have never thought like that and I never will. these scars are a sign of how much you've been through, that's the past, we can't change it, but we can do anything so you don't have to make new ones.” there was no insincerity in his gaze, only pure love. „I don't only care about how your body looks like, I see you as a wonderful, brave person who has a good heart. you're so pretty for me, some scars won't change it” he lifted your hand and gently pressed his lips against it.

„I wouldn't want people to start talking bad about you because of my...” he didn't let you finish, he cupped your face and ran his thumb over your lips.

„do you think I care about what they think when I have you by my side? you're a wonderful person, everyone admires how nice and helpful you are, often after you visit me in the hospital, people would talk about how beautiful you are, (y/n), let me show you how I see you, don't look at yourself like you're the worst piece of shit. i know it's not that easy, i'm glad you're continuing with therapy, and if there's anything i can do to show you how much i care about you – i will do it.”

[babygorewhore]

Control

Okay so this is just filth honestly. I need this man and I’m in such a Tate mood. So yeah. And don’t come for me because I see him as a subby switch and if you pushed him enough, he’d pound you into the next day.

Warnings! Mean reader! Coven witch cross over reader! Slight Dom reader and sub Tate in the beginning! Degrading! Choking! Fingering! Fingers in mouth! Okay that’s it bye not proofread because I’m horny and tired.

Tate was adjusting his sweater as he settled into a rhythm of drawing on his notepad. But your legs were aching from pressing them together as you laid next to him. God, you needed him so badly. He was addictive and so obsessed with you. You needed him as badly though.

But he was so submissive. Always leaning on you to show him the way. Always letting you take control. You loved it but you also needed him to do the same right now. You wanted him to be rough and take you like he owned you.

But he hated the thought of hurting you in any way. As a witch, growing your powers, you thought of a spell to make him human again. Just to get out of this hell hole but you refrain from telling him that. You didn’t want to get his hopes up before you were sure. He was so against hurting you that he hated when you left the house even though you had abilities to keep yourself safe.

Today, you were going to use your powers to get him to finally take charge. Instead of asking him, you slowly lifted your big t-shirt, exposing your bare pussy and you separated your legs. He was still focused on his art that he didn’t cast a look in your direction. Your fingers played with the soft flesh of your inner thighs and you dipped your middle finger around your slit.

“Fuck-“ You said, loud enough you knew he’d hear.

You met his brown eyes that were widening and his eyebrows were raised.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to be fucked?” His question had a heavy tone of lust and slight offense.

“Tate, I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

“Babe…I don't want to hurt you.” He protested and leaned over but with your mind, you held him still. He gasped. “I thought you wouldn’t use your powers on me.” He whined.

“Well, you’re being too soft.” You scolded and kept your fingers tracing your clit without pressure. You wanted to bait him. “You’re not going to hurt me and if you did, I’d like it.”

“Please-please don’t cum without me.” He squirmed and you weren’t using a lot of strength. If he wanted and pushed hard enough, he could break the spell.

You lifted your hand and spat on your fingers. You didn’t need the lubrication; hearing him start to beg was enough for you to grow wetter as the seconds went by.

“Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy.” He whispered and his eyes watered.

You let him go, deciding on a different approach. You grabbed his collar and straddled his hips. He whimpered and his hands immediately flew to your ass. But you shook him off, giving him a light slap. “No. If you’re not going to take control, then you don’t get to touch me.”

“No-that’s not fair-“

“I don’t care. Either you’re going to stop me. Or you’re going to keep taking it like a pussy.” Tate was stubborn and kept trying to balance you with his large palms.

Each time you gave him a slap.

“Stop.” His voice lowered. It was fucking working. You leaned down, nearly nose to nose.

“Make me.”

Finally; his hand locked around your neck, squeezing the sides and you coughed. He flipped you over, easily on your stomach. His hand slapped your ass,causing you to suck in a sharp breath. “Is this what you fucking wanted you little witch? Piss me off? It fucking worked.”

He ground out, his hand still around your throat as he shoved your t-shirt off your body with his free palm. “Don't move or else this is going to get worse for you.”

You tried to buck, get some release as your core was tightening and clenching around nothing but he shoved your face down on the pillow.

“I said don’t move! What did I say?” He taunted and started toying with your slick entrance from the back.

“D-d-don’t move.” You whispered brokenly.

“What was that?” He sunk his fingers inside your pussy, arousal pooling around his digits before he slid them to your clit, swollen and pulsing for him. “Say it one more time.”

“Don’t move.” You were almost crying as he teased you.

Two big fingers pumped inside you. Curling up and reaching deep spot you couldn’t on your own. You whined but kept your body still in fear of him stopping. He rubbed his clothed cock against your ass.

“You don’t get my dick. Not after using your powers on me. You’re a filthy little slut.” He paused between each word as he inserted his fingers in and out.

You came hard, coating his knuckles and he groaned. He pulled your hair, lifting you against his chest as he lewdly shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Taste that? Yeah, I did that. Not you. Pushing me? Not a good fucking idea.”

“Ple-“ You tried to speak but you couldn’t as he pressed them harder in your mouth.

“When you beg as hard as you made me, then I’ll fuck you. Repeat it back to me.”

“Make me beg hard.” You gasped when he released you. He flipped you on your back.

“Good girl.” He started removing his sweater exposing his slender muscle and he put both hands on either side of your head. “Go ahead, baby. Give me your best.”

@scene-and-dandylover @xxhellfirebunnyxx @reidsbtch @slvt4jamesmarch @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @taintandviolent @elaine-in-the-membrane @icannot3 @imyourdaninow @lesservillain

[bluekidchaos]

Kinktober day 2 - Daryl Dixon

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Prompt: Virginity

Warnings: 18+, Oral (m + f receiving), awkward first time, hand-job, masturbation, age gap

Words: 1.7k

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

You and Daryl had been dating for a while now, making it official once you found the peace and privacy of the prison walls. In the world before your relationship would've been unconventional, he was 15 years older than you, but you came to find that stuff didn't matter as much once you've experienced the fall of society. The two of you had developed a special bond pretty quickly and slowly fell in love. Daryl took a bit longer to truly open up and trust you but when he did it made your heart ache for him, all that he had to endure, and the fact that he would trust you with this information. Suppose one could say you fell first but he fell harder. He was head over heels for you, he would walk through fire for you if needed.

Pretty quickly into the relationship you told Daryl about the fact that you were still a virgin, it was a conversation you dreaded. Imagining that he probably had plenty of experience, but to your surprise, he had told you that he also was a virgin. It eased your mind to know and he assured you that sex wasn't a dealbreaker. "We'll take it slow, take it at our own pace," Daryl looked out over the prison yard from the lookout tower. "If ya' never wanna do it that's fine with me. No pressure y'know." You smiled at his reassuring words and rested your head on his shoulder, giving his hand an appreciative squeeze.

A month later and the sexual tension between you was unbearable. Maggie was constantly joking about how you were so tense all the time and just needed to get laid, she wasn't wrong. You wanted Daryl badly and you knew he felt the same. You just didn't feel ready to have sex yet and the consequences of sex became twice as bad in the apocalypse. Luckily for you, there are plenty of other things a couple could do when penetration is not in the equation. That's how you found yourself on your knees in front of Daryl in your shared cell. 

"You sure, sunshine? You really don't gotta do this." His concern for your comfort was sweet but you think you'd explode if you didn't get your hands -or mouth- on him soon. 

You smiled up at him and let your hands rest on his thighs, his pants already pulled down. "I promise, D. I wanna do this, please let me do this." You tilted your head a little and gave Daryl your best puppy eyes, knowing he couldn't refuse you.

He groaned at your words and looked into the ceiling as if praying, "Fuck, sweetheart. Yer gonna be the death of me." Daryl leaned back on his arms, looking down at you with adoration and love. He couldn't believe how he got so lucky.

You started slowly, feeling things out. Letting your nails drag over his skin, his cock twitching to life by your actions. Rising a bit so you were closer to his lap and bringing a hand to his dick, wrapping around him and slowly stroking. Daryl let out a quiet sigh. 

You were mesmerized by his member, the way it looked - not too long but a bit on the thicker side- and the way it felt heavy in your hand. Experimentally you lowered your head down and gave his tip a few kitten licks, hearing him moan encouraged you to lick longer stripes up the length of his cock. "Is that okay?" He let a strangled 'yeah' out before giving another moan at your next couple of licks.

Feeling more confident from Daryl's reaction you tried taking him in your mouth, closing your lips over his tip, and lowering your head. You tried to remember all the 'sex tips' you'd read back in the day in those stupid women's magazines. You started bobbing your head, taking half of him in your throat before feeling your gag reflex react. You pulled back up to cough and try again. Daryl was watching you the whole time, making sure you were okay but also just marveling at the view of you before him, pleasing him so willingly. 

You struggled to take all of him because of your -apparently- sensitive gag reflex and you made a frustrated noise, feeling disappointed in not being able to satisfy Daryl properly. 

He could tell you were getting a bit upset and brought a hand down to cup your cheek, making you look up at him. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to do this properly." He scoffed at your statement.

"Nah, yer doin' real good for me alright, just maybe focus on the tip and like.. use your hand for the rest?" He bent down to kiss you, letting his tongue sneak into your mouth for just a moment before pulling away. 

Feeling a bit more motivated again you did as Daryl instructed and only took his tip in your mouth again while using your right hand to stroke the rest of him. Letting your tongue swirl around his most sensitive part while twisting and stroking his dick. 

Daryl had become a moaning mess above you in a matter of seconds, encouraging you to continue and spilling praise. "Fuuck, sweetheart. Doing so good, shit your mouth feels like heaven." He threw his head back almost hitting it on the concrete wall behind him, hissing and bucking his hips up into your mouth. "I'm gonna.." 

Your ears perked at that and you slowed down your movements before removing your mouth from him. "I don't think I want it in my mouth." You almost whispered at him, anxious he would be mad but he once again put your fears to rest. 

"Shit, it's okay. Come here, let me take of you now." He had sat up and pulled your arms so you rose from the floor and landed straddling his lap. "Yer fucking amazing, you know that?" He planted a few sloppy kisses all over your face, making you giggle, before shifting you under him.

While Daryl was busy kissing over your stomach and down to your center, taking your pants off, you shrugged off the shirt you had been wearing. Hoping the air of the prison cell would cool down your heated skin. Leaving you in only a very basic and unsexy sports bra. You wish you could have been wearing something sexier, or at least a regular bra but Daryl was looking up at you from between your legs like you were the sun. 

"Ready?" God, he was a gentleman, always checking in with you. You loved that about him, he was always so considerate. You nodded vigorously at him but he didn't move, he wanted a verbal confirmation. 

"Yes! Daryl, please." Daryl chuckled at your eagerness and planted a kiss right on your clit making you moan. You hadn't known what to expect from Daryl, you had only experienced this once before and it had been nowhere near this good. 

He was tracing his tongue from the bottom to the top, letting it flick as it reached your swollen clit. One of his hands -that had previously rested on your thighs- moved to join the equation and while his mouth was focused on sucking and licking the clit he slipped two fingers inside you. You were impossibly wet from having sucked him off earlier and there was zero resistance as your hole accommodated his fingers. 

Daryl was playing you like an instrument, his fingers hitting a delicious spot inside you while his mouth worked magic on your most sensitive part. You couldn't do anything but moan and writhe beneath him, bucking your hips into his face. 

Your hand darted down to tug on his hair, pulling him closer to you. "Shit, fuck, D. I think... I'm gonna cum." Daryl quickened his efforts at that, adding a third finger inside you and sucking harder. You could feel your stomach tighten at that and after he hit that amazing spot inside you again and again the coil inside you snapped.

Both your hands were buried in Daryl's hair, holding him to you, almost smothering him. Your whole body tensed and you felt pleasure course through you like you had never felt it before. 

Your body finally relaxed and you let go of Daryl's hair. He had risen and now sat on his knees between your open legs, his eyes were raking over your body and you could see his face shining a bit from your juices. As you were looking at him you realized he was still rock hard and leaking pre-cum. "Oh! You didn't get to cum." 

Daryl grinned a bit at you, "We ain't done yet, darlin'." He climbed over you and straddled your stomach. "You wanna do it or should I?" 

You reached your hand out to him and closed your fist around him. Starting slow but fastening the pace as he bucked into your hand. Watching Daryl fall apart above you from just your hand was hypnotic.

"Ngh, quick, take your bra off. Wanna cum on your perfect tits." It took you a second but then you made quick work of removing your bra, it probably didn't look as sensual as you wanted it but it didn't seem to matter to Daryl. 

He was stroking himself at a fast pace now, watching you. You decided to tease him a bit. Moving your fingers over your boobs slowly, circling your nipples and pinching them. Moving back and pushing your breasts together. "C'mon, D. Cum on me. Claim me as yours."

That was the final straw for him, his body twitched and spurts of white shot out of his tip and painted your tits. "Holy shit." Is all he could get out before slumping onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily.

Daryl started rummaging around the clothes on the bed before whipping out his red rag and cleaning up his cum and yours with it. Wiping his face last before throwing it back and turning you around so he could look into your eyes. His eyes held so much adoration. "I really love ya, ya know?"

You kissed over his face, his nose, his cheeks, and ending on his mouth. Slow and sensual, he answered your kiss. Letting his actions speak for themself. "I really love you too, D."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I quit my retail job on black Friday?

I, 16(non-binary), have worked at a craft store for the past few months. For the most part I really enjoy my job, and work there with one of my friends. The issue is my manager, 35(f), who is not the best. I don't want to speak badly of her, as I don't know what she might be going through outside of work. However, her behavior has been just unprofessional and rude. She texts with many, many grammer errors to the point where half of her messages are borderline illegible. When I first joined, I wasn't trained properly by her. I was honestly not really trained at all, just sort of tossed onto the cash register, despite this being my first time working retail. Alongside that, there have been a few incidents between me and her. A notable one was when I called out for work due to some physical disabilities I have. I'm diagnosed with POTS syndrome, and AMPS (Amplified musculoskeletal pain syndrome.) My manager is aware of this, and one day I called out because the physical pain I was in made it difficult to walk. Both my mom and my doctor advised me to stay home, so house before my shift, I called the store and told her I wouldn't be able to come in. She berraded me on this and told me that if this happened again, she would have to 'stop scheduling me for shifts' or fire me. I do work in an at will employment state, so this is legal. It just kinda sucks. The assistant managers were more than understanding as to why I had to call in sick, and honestly, those assistant managers are why I haven't put in my two weeks yet. The next time I came in for work, my manager was extremely sick, I even had a customer complain that she coughed on them. The manager then told me that "She was here, even though she was sick." The way she said it felt like an attack on my absence to my previous shift, and honestly really hurt.

Now here comes the part where I might be the a-hole. Black Friday is tomorrow, and I'm scheduled from 2-9:30. This is fine. the only issue is we have a huge snowstorm on its way. (Actually, it's already started and is snowing where I am.) My mom is my main form of transportation, and if she isn't able to take me to work, I take an Uber. My mom also works as a 911 dispatcher and has told me that worst-case scenario, she could get snowed into work tomorrow because of how bad the roads are expected to be. This has happened before, and if this were to happend state patrol would advise her, and everyone really that it's not gonna be safe to drive. So I'm preparing to call out for work tomorrow, which I know my manager is going to hate, as she's drilled me and other employees on the importance of showing up tomorrow, despite the snowstorm. Depending on her reaction, I might honestly just quit on the spot. Would I be the a-hole if I did this?

What are these acronyms?

[somber-sapphic]

AheM 🌸 Im a secret lover for hugs so I’ll gladly accept and reciprocate :) and yep sorry I just fuLLy fully read the whole post :’) that definitely goes out to them and you and whoever gets unnecessary stupid hate. Heheh well if you don’t mind I’ll ask for something under this and it’s more than okay if you took like months just take ur time🤭 naw I’m sorry you didn’t have a great day, that’s really shit, but I’m super happy you feel better and hopefully today and tomorrow is a better day! And remember I’ve got two shoulders in case and anytime🫡💪 how’d you know? I’m like always dehydrated, dehydration is scared of me ahaha. But hey most if the time it’s always the people giving advice aren’t following it… so you better be drinking plenty of water too!! And as for the request, would it be possible to ask for a WandaNat with like pregnant reader or reader already recovering from a bad injury with prompts like ‘Ill timed’ and ‘ it’s nothing’🫣 if not that’s okay but ily thank you thank you your amazing eat drink SLEEP, take care of yourself please :)) <3

Are You Staying

⧽ Notes: Hi! So, I don't write anything for pregnant anyone, but here's a sick and hurt reader for you!

⧽Summary: Reader is injured badly after a mission, leaving them with an infection.

⧽Word Count: 1665

〔 Masterlists 〕

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You were so, so tired of laying in bed, but your girlfriends wouldn’t let you get up. Apparently, when you ignore an injury for so long that the infection turns into sepsis you are no longer allowed to make decisions for yourself. Who knew? 

Well, there you were, laying in bed, struggling to focus on the book that you were holding in slightly trembling hands. The large gash along your side was beginning to throb again, indicating that you needed another dose of pain medicine, but it made you groggy and you didn't like it. 

You were already feeling sort of fuzzy, your mind blurring in and out. Your head ached and you were starting to wonder if this was more than just the damn lingering infection. Bruce had finally taken you off the IV antibiotics but you were warned that it was vital for you to take the oral ones on a strict schedule to ensure that you didn’t get worse again. 

You rubbed your throat gently and cleared it, trying to get rid of the tickle that had taken up residence there in the past hour or so. It was when the first sneeze came that you finally connected the dots. 

The pain in your sinuses, the slightly runny nose that had required you to wipe it every few minutes, the inability to get warm, the overwhelming feeling of fatigue. It wasn't the infection. You had a cold. You had a damn cold. Of all things, you had gotten yourself sick. Your girlfriends were going to kill you. 

Deciding that it was probably best to keep them out of the loop, you put the book aside and curled up under the blankets in a last-ditch effort to sleep the bug off. Maybe if you’d noticed earlier you would’ve had time to get ahead of it, but for now, you would at least sleep. Putting off rest had probably not helped the situation. Fuck. This was going to be a very long few days. 

When you woke you were incredibly disoriented. The pain in your side was so bad you felt like you wanted to throw up and for some reason, you couldn’t move. This was wrong, this was not okay. 

You managed to sit up with a lot of effort but your head was spinning, the room tilting around you in a way that made you wonder if you should call your girlfriends. They probably wouldn’t mind, they weren’t doing anything important, they just had a lot of busy work to do. You were also supposed to be doing busy work if you felt up to it, but there was absolutely no way you could read, much less hold a pen.

A harsh fit of coughing wracked your body, your lungs burning in agony as your side screamed at you that you needed to stop, that you needed to sit still and never move again, but you couldn’t stop coughing. 

You doubled over despite the protest of your body and hacked until you finally managed to cough up a glob of something green and absolutely disgusting. You leaned over the side of the bed and spit into the trashcan with an agonized groan. 

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get a full breath of air into your lungs. Everything hurt, everything was miserable, and the world was definitely ending. Tears rolled down your cheeks which you were sure were flushed with fever and you were regretting not taking the pain medication earlier. Now you were in too much pain to get up and find the pills. 

You managed to roll over and grabbed your phone, gasping aloud as you pleaded with the world that your stitches stayed intact. You really didn’t want to stain your bed with any unnecessary blood, the girls would probably be upset, they loved this comforter. 

With pain blurring in your vision you managed to click on the icon for Wanda’s name and hit speaker, absolutely no way that you would be able to hold the phone up to your ear. 

“Hi sweet girl, what’s up? Are you alright?” The woman’s voice lilted over the phone, immediately calming you down. She had a way about her, her mere presence, whether in person or over the phone, always served to make you feel safer. 

“I-I need…Wanda…Wanda it hurts…” You said through quiet sobs, your words punctuated by a particularly harsh sneeze that made you cry out. 

“Okay, okay love, give us five minutes. I’m going to stay on the phone with you. Are you bleeding? Can you check for me?” She asked, you could hear that she was running, another set of footsteps behind her. 

“No.” You whimpered, desperate for them to be back. You wanted them to fix it, you wanted them to make everything stop hurting, you wanted them to magically cure your sickness, which Wanda may actually be able to do. 

“Alright baby, just stay still. Wanda and I will be there soon. Keep breathing.” That was Natasha, her voice rushed as footsteps pounded in the background. You coughed and let out a sob, curling into a ball as your eyes and nose streaming. Part of you wished that the pain would just take over so that you could pass out and stop feeling it. 

You had almost slipped into that unconsciousness when the door slammed open and you felt gentle hands on your cheeks, one of the girls pleading with you to open your eyes. You obeyed, but mostly because of the harsher tone that you were sure came from Natasha. 

You stared at their blurry figures, wondering how much of this was the fever and how much was the injury. 

“Hey baby girl, there you are. Here, just want you to take this, okay? Swallow for me.” Wanda slipped a pill into your mouth and Natasha followed it with a cool bottle pressed to your lips. You took a little sip, but the cold water grated against your throat in an incredibly uncomfortable way. Every molecule in your body was ordering you to just stop. Your body was done. 

“Oh Y/n, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” The witch cooed, wiping away tears as quickly as they could. 

“I-it’s nothin’, s’nothin. J’st hurts.” You breathed, already feeling the effects of the strong cocktail that was whatever Bruce had prescribed for you. 

“Do you think the infection’s back? We’ve been making sure that they take the antibiotic, should we call Banner?” Natasha asked, speaking to you as if you weren’t in the room, literally sitting right there. Of course, you were so out of it that you may as well have been in space, floating away from reality. 

“Y/n, love, Nat’s going to check your side,” Wanda said, well aware that you weren’t listening even in the slightest as the drug kicked into your system. She could feel the heat radiating off of your skin and was absolutely panicking, but doing a good job of keeping it under control. 

Natasha very carefully lifted up your shirt and peeled back the bandage to reveal a thankfully clean, not bleeding cut with all of the stitches still intact. She let out a sigh of relief and kissed your stomach right next to the injury. 

You sneezed pitifully into the pillow and whined, looking up at Wanda with big, sad eyes. She grabbed a tissue and wiped your nose tenderly, her whole body relaxing as she took in the situation. 

“You’re sick, aren’t you?” Natasha shifted and frowned at the two of you, sitting right by your head. You shifted into her lap and nodded, muffling a fit of chesty coughs into her leg. The assassin rubbed your back while the brunette by your feet hummed her disapproval. 

“Okay, Y/n/n, let’s check your temperature and we’ll get you some medicine.” The thermometer was still there since they had been monitoring your temperature for infection reasons, but now you had a fever for a whole new reason! Your body was trying to kill you for something new!

“Open.” You glanced over at Wanda and pouted slightly, nuzzling closer to your other girlfriend, the one who wasn’t going to make you do something that you didn’t want to. You didn’t hurt anymore and you weren’t about to stay awake until the pain came back. 

“Just listen to her,” Natasha ordered, poking you in the face to get you to open your mouth. Your first instinct was to bite her, but she was too quick for that. The witch placed the thermometer under your tongue and you let it stay there, not in the mood to fight either one of the women. 

The redhead you were sitting on stroked your hair as you waited for the stick to beep, unknowingly lulling you closer to sleep. 

“102.4, that’s not great. Y/n, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Wanda murmured, scooching up on the bed so that she was laying beside you, still wearing relatively comfortable clothes. You rolled over and pressed your head into her chest, mumbling some excuse that no one could make out under your breath. 

“Okay babe, take some more Tylenol and you can sleep.” You lifted your head and opened your mouth, not caring enough to take it yourself. If they wanted you to be medicated, they would be medicating you. Natasha rolled her eyes while Wanda chuckled and she helped you swallow the pills before laying you back down. 

“You stayin’?” You slurred tiredly, cuddling up against the Sokovian. 

“Of course, we’re staying, dummy. Apparently, you can’t be trusted by yourself.” The redhead grumbled, laying down on your other side. She pulled the blankets up over the three of you and kissed your shoulder blade. Wanda kissed your forehead and you sniffled, snuggling deep into the blankets. You could deal with the cold later, for now, you just wanted to be held.��

[winterfergerart]

So I'm gonna make a personal kind of post here. TW for death in the family and my own post-covid symptoms.

Last year my grandfather died. He was the man who raised me, so he was more like a father than a grandfather. As he was getting close to death I was asking my family if there was going to be an inheritance which, I specifically said at the time, I need to know so that I can know what to do about my SSI disability and plan ahead.

People just said I'd get a 'tidy sum' or 'deferred comp' at best. No steady numbers. So without knowing what I'd be getting I had no way to prepare. I think they just thought I was being greedy and wanted to know selfishly. Not that I needed regular medical coverage.

He died without having said anything about being proud of me, but the family found a box of all my pictures growing up in his closet. Other people too, but mostly me, and I didn't know what to do with that because he never really said that he was proud of me or anything.

Because of that his death hit me really hard. Like, the entire span of his slow decline, from the year before to the day he died, I kind of withdrew from a bunch of my friends. Years ago someone put it in my head that wanting help when you're troubled is manipulative so I took it to heart. I pulled away from a bunch of people that made me happy because I didn't want to stress them out with my problems. I pulled back from my hobbies 'cause I didn't trust myself to engage anymore. I was hurting too much.

After he passed, other than a few people, I was all alone.

I received notification concerning my inheritance in December and I filled out the paperwork in early January, specifically requesting that I be given some time to prepare before receiving payments. They didn't listen. So I had to get off SSI, lost my insurance, had to loosely plan to buy some. It's not a lot of money, but it is too much to recieve public assistance.

But I thought, maybe I can do something that makes me less dependent on the government now. I can get married. Maybe I can go back to school. Maybe I can start a small jewelry and miniatures business. Maybe I can invest. Maybe I can start volunteering at domestic violence shelters.

Then two months ago, I caught Covid for the first time in 4 years.

The S.O.? Oh he was fine. It seemed like a bad cold. But me, first it was the fever, and then my lungs deteriorated for two weeks. Doctor round one? "It's a Covid cough, it's expected." Doctor round two? "Yeah, Covid cough can go on for a while. Here's sudafed and cough pills."

It took my blood oxygen to drop into dangerous levels (90%) for anyone to take me seriously. And despite that doctor trying so hard and giving me great meds, I just had a massive relapse and today I'm struggling to breathe again. I'm sitting here crying and coughing up chunks of god knows what. All this being paid out of pocket, because I don't have insurance and no one listened to me. About the inheritance, about the deferred comp, about the insurance, about how badly my lungs were doing post-Covid.

I had been exercising every single day for two years. I was actually starting to lose weight. I was so proud of myself. Now that's all been set back. I was gonna get married. But SSI is holding me in this sort of limbo where I'm not covered but I'm also not free.

I miss my support system. I've loosely tried to reach out but I've not been very good at it because I always sucked at social anyway. I'm sorry that I threw it away while it felt like I could only radiate badness and loss. If any of you are still out there I miss you and I'm sorry I abandoned you. I thought I was doing us both favors and we'd be better off without each other. So I'm throwing it out there that either I'd love to hear from you again, if you're still watching this account, or please just know I'm sorry I let you down.

PS. I don't want money. I just want to see a bright spot again when every time I get ahead I get knocked back.

[oscconfessions]

I haven't seen a Fubble ask yet so I LOVE THEM!!! SO MUCH!!!! THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME I LOVE THEM!!!!!! Fanny constantly caring about Bubble and looking out for her despite having no good reason to.. she could easily have just stuck with her 'I hate everything' thing but she DIDNT!! Bubble also NEEDED that reality check so badly auggjgnm... Bubble also tried to help Fanny when she got electrocuted and you could say "Oh but she just didn't want anyone to get hurt" TRUE BUT ALSO SHE HAD NO CARE AT ALL WHEN FLOWER WAS ELECTROCUTED!! FANNY WAS AND BUBBLE CRIED!!!!!!! I need them to reunite so bad.. so sick about them....... their dynamic is so good too

Bubble seems like the type for PDA and stuff and Fanny would SO be just. Quietly having little gay panic attacks every time Bubble hugged her or something. I need them happy I need them reuniting immediately I'm going to be so sick actually they have my entire soul. Also bonus points for the HC I have that Fanny's blades spin when she's flustered so Bubble could be talking or someone mentions her liking Bubble and she just goes "SHUT UP" and the blades go wheeeeeee and launch the person into tomorrow. Also BONUS POINTS!! FOR ART WHERE SHE HAS A TAIL!!!!! I LOVE FANNY TAIL!!!!!! Hgggrhgr her trying to be like "No actually I hate hanging out with you" but her tail is just absolutely slamming against the ground and Bubble is like "No yoi don't" and elbows her and Fanny just starts processing and AGAHSGSHHSHDSHSJHDSJJDNSSJDJDIWIWHS I NEED THEM TO INTERACT AGAIN SO BAD PLEASE JNJ PLEASPELAPLEAASSEEEEEE

COUGHS anyway uh I think this sign off is fitting so -🫧🔌

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[lunerna21]

Okay so now that I’ve finished White Rabbit Fest, I NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS EVENT

***Slightly long post ahead just forewarning you lol***

WHEN I WAS ABLE TO MEET DEUCE’S MOM DYLLA, I WAS FREAKING OUT LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON AND THEY ARE SO GODDAMN SIMILIAR

THEIR SMILES!? MANNERISMS!? EVERYTHING AND ITS SO STINKIN CUTE!!

AND THE OUTFITS?! SO CUTE! I WAS IN LOVE WITH EVERYONES COSTUMES

And when Deuce came out in his outfit 😭❤️ He looked so good but it was so cute seeing him all embarrassed (kinda reminded me of Idia in the ending of Book 6 😂)

And when Dylla mentioned about how Deuce speaks so often about US AND ACE

MY HEART COULDNT TAKE IT I HAD TO WALK AWAY WITHOUT WANTING TO FALL INTO A PUDDLE OF HAPPINESS IT WAS TOO MUCH

I WOULD DIE TO SEE DEUCE SPEAKING ABOUT US AND OUR FRIENDSHIP BUT YET THE THREE OF THEM JUST CAN'T ADMIT HOW MUCH WE LOVE EACH OTHER AHHHHHH

THERE WERE SO MUCH MORE INTERACTIONS WITH EVERYONE THAN IN THE PAST BUT I JUST LOVED THE BANTER BETWEEN EVERYONE (and of course everyone dealing with Grim and his endless stomach lol)

And YALLLLLL when this scene came up 😭

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS TOO MUCH I LOVE THOSE THREE LITTLE SHITS SO MUCH

BUT THE BEST PART FOR ME WAS SEEING DYLLA BEING SO PROUD OF HER SON AND DEUCE STICKING UP FOR HIS MOTHER AND SHOWING HOW MUCH HE'S CHANGED FROM ATTENDING SCHOOL

.....couldn't tell you how badly I was sobbing happy tears it's just beautiful I can't even express how happy this whole event made me feel

For some reason I didn't watch Deuce's vignette when it released for the JPN server but OH MY GOD I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED IN THE SLIGHTEST

(Also I totally didn’t squeal like a fangirl when we went to walk with Deuce ALONE but we’re not gonna talk about that 😇)

I felt so bad that Deuce had to keep reliving his past mistakes including how some of the townspeople treated him instead of moving on from the past

AND WHEN THEY SAID THIS ABOUT HIM!!

I WOULDVE LAUNCHED MYSELF AT THEM SO QUICKLY LIKE HOW FREAKIN DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT MY BOY DEUCEY (even though yes him AND TWO OTHER LITTLE SHITS also contribute in most antics as well)

And when Deuce said this shit I needed a moment to pause and cry into my pillow 😭

AHHHHH NO DON'T SAY THAT I WANTED TO LAUNCH MYSELF OUT THE WINDOW I HATE HOW MUCH HE DOUBTS HIS GROWTH FROM THE BEGINNING (*cough* *cough* and how he got his unique magic BEFORE ACE I LOVE THAT)

But THANK GOD after Deuce was being a complete sweetheart and helping the people out he started to acknowledge his growth!!

LIKE HELL YES DEUCE SPADE, YOU HAVE GROWN SO GODDAMN MUCH AND I WISH YOU WOULD CONTINUE TO FEEL THAT WAY

I can't empathize how much I love Deuce and its just so satisfying and amazing to see a noticeable different from when we first met him and I cannot wait to see him kick ass in Book 7+8

AND FINALLY THIS JUST SENT ME BACK TO HIS PROMISE FROM WISH UPON A STAR!!! IT WAS TOO MUCH MY HEART-!!

.............Okay now that I've spoken my piece, this event is without a doubt a 100000/10 because of how wholesome this event was and seeing Deuce just being an absolute angel

Now I'm preparing myself for who knows how long till we meet up with Deuce or Ace again in Book 7...💀😔

[simpforchuchu]

Hi, I was wo during if you can do a part 2 to the sameoka wanted to date the girl in the Todoroki faction. Whenever you have time! Please and thank you 😊

Shoji Sameoka x Oya!TodorokiFaction!reader

Summary: Shoji had not heard from y/n since then. He had met her again with the fight he saw by chance. And events did not turn out as he had anticipated.

a/n: Helloo ! I was planning to write this one for a while and here you are. Hope you like it ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: Usual hnl fights, blood, knifes, injuries and wounds…

Hcs (part1)

The young girl spit the blood in her mouth with the metallic taste she felt in her mouth and held her stomach in pain. She never expected the day to end like this.

She fell into this trouble with 5-6 people who cut her way home. She knew they pissed off many schools. But right now, the person in front of her was someone from the past who wanted revenge. And Todoroki wasn't with her.

When she took a few steps back, she fell to the ground with someone kicking her knee. She struggled to regulate her breathing on her hands. She was not weak, but they were outnumbered. Also, the pipe in one of their hands put her at a disadvantage.

She fell facedown on the ground when she got another kick in the stomach. Her whole body was in pain. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked around. She could hear someone's footsteps approaching her.

As she writhed on the ground in pain, she couldn't resist the person who had stepped on her. The person on her turned her on her back again and grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up. The young girl looked at him angrily.

“Y/n-chan! You're still such a pain in the ass, aren't you?"

Y/n was having trouble breathing. She was face to face with one of Todoroki's old enemies. She knew him, too. If he was alone, she could beat him. But he was a coward.

The young boy set the young girl down hard on the ground. As Y/n groaned in pain, the man gently pulled the hair that had fallen from her face and grinned.

“You are a timid gazelle when your friends are not around, right? You're actually pretty cute-"

She turned her head as the young boy caressed y/n's face.

"Do not touch me!"

The boy grabbed her chin angrily and smiled

“I want to leave a nice gift for Todoroki. And you beauty, you're coming with us."

Y/n knew she didn't have the strength to resist. But she had no intention of going with them without resistance. She was trying to free her arm when the boy in front of her started to lift her off the ground and drag her after him, but she couldn't. When she realized she couldn't save her arm, she kicked the boy's leg with the last of her remaining strength, and took a few steps back as he screamed in pain.

“You think you're smart, don't you? Can you escape? Look around! No one will come to save you!”

Y/n coughed and clutched her stomach, looking at the leader. She was about to answer when a voice was heard. When the two people behind the leader were thrown to the ground, everyone looked at the person who did it.

Y/n was barely standing. Her balance was bad, vision was not good, and her body was also in pain badly. But she immediately recognized the person who threw them to the ground.

Shoji Sameoka…

She hadn't seen Shoji since he came to school.She thought about him often, but she didn't know how to feel. And now she felt that she did not like this coincidence at all.

"Get away from her or I'll kill you."

His voice was rather menacing and cold. Y/n took a few steps back holding her stomach and leaned against the wall behind her. Seeing that she was having trouble standing, Shoji looked at her anxiously for a few seconds, and then looked at the people approaching him.

“Sameoka! What the fuck are you doing here? This fight has nothing to do with you!”

Shoji turned his cold gaze to the leader and offered a mocking smile.

“Didn't she tell you? I am her guardian angel!”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him and the fight started this time between Shoji and them. It wasn't a hard fight for Shoji as Y/n made several of them unable to stand up. But the people in front of them were fighting dirty.

When the leader started to walk to Shoji with the knife he took out of his pocket, y/n saw him and kicked the leader's hand with all her remaining strength. As the blade fell to the ground, the leader angrily turned back to y/n.

Y/n knew she was running out of strength, as she slowly took a few steps back, she tripped and fell to the ground. When the leader wanted to approach her again, it was Shoji who stopped him.

When the fight was completely over, y/n was leaning against a side wall, trying to breathe. She knew she had to go to the hospital, but she also knew that if she did, it would cause big problems. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself for a while.

When Shoji saw her, he quickly rushed to her side. When the young girl opened her eyes, she was a little startled when she saw the tall boy in front of her. Shoji thought she was scared and took a step back.

"It’s me. I'm just trying to help. Are you okay ?"

Y/n straightened her posture and leaned her head back. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Shoji looking at her. And she could tell from that worried look that she looked awful.

“Do I believe this is a coincidence or are you following me, Sameoka?”

Shoji rolled his eyes.

“If I had followed you, I would have knocked them all down before they could get any closer to you.”

Y/n stared at the young boy's face for a few seconds with what was said. Then she laughed nervously and tried to stand up.

This boy's gaze and presence made her nervous.

As she tried to get up from the ground, she felt the pain in her stomach and all her bones. She groaned in pain and leaned back against the wall.

“We should go to the hospital.”

Y/n shook her head as Shoji said in a serious tone

"I can not go. If my parents hear about this, they will pick me up from school. Besides, I'm fine, I just need a few minutes."

Shoji was angered by the young girl's careless attitude. He shook his head and spoke

“You are not well. You can't even stand up. Did you see the state of your face?"

Y/n smiled

“I can guess.”

Y/n didn't like the tension and feelings being around Shoji made her feel. She was trying to figure out if her nausea was from nervousness or from kicks to her stomach.

After a few seconds of silence, y/n slowly got up from the ground, ignoring her pain. Shoji was staring at her in horror.

“Thanks for your help. I can not refuse, I would probably be dead if it weren't for you."

Shoji was still staring at her in horror as Y/n spoke softly. He didn't say anything.And Y/n started walking.

It was very difficult to step up. Besides the pain, she was tired and weak. She couldn't even keep her balance.

Shoji was right behind her when she lost her balance after a few steps. He gripped her tightly, pulling her close, and y/n clutched at his jacket. She was trying to stand.

“I can walk.”

Shoji frowned at what she said out of breath.

“No, you cannot walk. You are tired, injured, in pain. Let go of your stubbornness. I will carry you."

Shoji spoke again as Y/n shook her head

“Y/n-san!”

Y/n raised her head in a stern tone and looked at the boy holding her. There was more fear than anger on his face. Y/n cursed the feeling of trust she had in him. And she nodded eventually.

Shoji slowly took the young girl in his arms.Every time he hurt her, he got more and more angry. Should have passed there before…

The old junkyard where Shoji and his friends hung out wasn't far away. He was taking Y/n there. She could sleep on the sofa in the cabin inside, after cleaning her wounds.

Y/n had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Every time she felt her head tucked into his chest and her murmurs, Shoji couldn't help the warm feeling inside him. He didn't know when or how it had happened, but he felt that he was head over heels in love with her…

***

When Shoji entered the parking lot with the young girl in his arms, both of his friends looked at him in shock. Y/n was still unconscious. He was already on his way to the cabin when Fujin and Raijin quickly got up and ran towards him.

"What happened ? Who's this ?"

Shoji walked over to the sofa without saying anything when Fujin asked in surprise. The young girl's face was not fully visible.

The other two stared at him in surprise as Shoji gently laid y/n on the sofa. Neither of them expected to see the girl they had fought a while ago here.

"What the fuck is this, Same?"

Shoji laid the young girl down neatly and covered her with his jacket, which he had taken off. As he started to pull out the first aid supplies from the locker, Raijin angrily grabbed his friend's arm and turned him towards him.

“Say something ! What is this girl doing here?"

Both Fujin and Raijin knew that Shoji liked her. Both were shocked when they found out. Although Fujin was sympathetic, Raijin was uncomfortable with this situation.

Shoji pulled his arm away and took a deep breath. He walked in front of his two friends and bowed respectfully.

"I am sorry. But if you consider me your friend, it's the first time I ask you something. She will stay here.”

Both of his friends were looking at him in shock. They knew it was the first time they had seen Same like this. They realized how serious and nervous he was. Raijin, on the other hand, still hadn't softened much. But he still didn't say anything about this for his friend. He took his jacket and left.

When Shoji looked at the door behind him, Fujin shook his head and patted Shoji's shoulder.

"I'll talk to him, stay with her."

***

Shoji quietly cleaned the wounds on the young girl's face and arms for a while. He frowned unintentionally every time the young girl flinched when he passed over the wounds with alcohol.

He knew it hurt a lot, he definitely knew. But still, he realized how stubborn she was. She'd probably grab his throat and kill him in the morning if he had secretly taken her to the hospital.

After cleaning the young girl's arms, he draped his jacket tightly over her again. He pulled out a chair and brought it to the edge of the sofa. He watched the sleeping girl for a while in silence.

If it wasn't for Todoroki, would they have a chance? Or would he never know her ?

After thinking for a while, Shoji fell asleep by the young girl's bedside. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and his head was constantly falling while he slept.

After a while, y/n opened her eyes. Her whole body was aching. Looking at the ceiling, she realized after a while that she was in an unfamiliar place. Turning her head to her right, she saw Shoji sleeping on the chair and looked at him in surprise.

She had band-aids on her arms and face. He had cleaned her wounds. She had his jacket on.

Y/n didn't even know what to feel. What happened was very bad. For Tsuji and Shibaman, she didn't know if she could forgive him after what had happened. They were like her brother.

But neither Todoroki nor they would judge her about that. They clearly said that.

Still, some things just didn't feel right.

After thinking for a while, she folded the jacket she was wearing and put it aside, and quietly got up from the sofa, although it was very difficult. She took one last look at Shoji and slowly walked out of the cabin.

When she got out, she was startled by Fujin sitting by the fire. But Fujin, he was as if the past had never happened.

"Is Same still asleep?"

Y/n silently nodded

“Can we talk for a bit y/n-san?”

Y/n didn't know what he wanted to talk about. But if Shoji had brought her here, she could only imagine how annoyed the others were. He nodded and sat down next to the boy by the fire.

“How are you feeling now? Are you better ?"

Although Fujin's question in a soft tone surprised her, she did not show it.

"I'm fine, I can go home."

Fujin slowly nodded and smiled

"You know he likes you, right?"

Y/n silently nodded

“We were quite surprised when he first told us. Raijin didn't like it much. He still doesn’t. I can't say I liked it either. But I think it's the first time Same has felt something like this to someone."

Y/n listened to Fujin in silence for a while. Fujin told her what kind of person Shoji was, how he hid his feelings, how he cared for her.

After they talked for a while, Fujin stood up and turned to y/n.

“I can't tell you anything. Like I couldn't tell him. But he is not like us. He never even wanted that fight to happen. Our fight with Todoroki will continue, but you don't have to get involved. We were wrong that day, I didn’t want you to get hurt. But it was our fault, so give him a chance if you want.”

Fujin didn't wait for y/n to say anything. She didn't have anything to say anyway. Y/n thought outside for a while, then she went inside and was surprised to see that the cabin was empty.

She sat on the sofa for a while. A few minutes later, Shoji came through the door and she let out the breath she was holding and looked at him.

“I had to go to the toilet. Are you ok ?"

When Shoji asked, y/n nodded and stood up. She took the jacket she had put aside and folded it and showed it to him.

"Can I take this ? Promise I'll bring it back."

Shoji nodded in surprise.

“I have to go home now. Thank you for today.”

Shoji shook his head.

“You still look bad. You could get some more sleep.”

Shoji sighed when Y/n said it was okay

“At least let me walk with you. It's too late.”

The young girl slowly nodded her head. She put on his jacket and left the cabin.Shoji followed her too.

Her house was not far away. Y/n used to live in this area. After a fairly quiet walk, she stopped in front of an apartment building and turned to Shoji.

"Here."

Y/n smiled as the young boy nodded his head. Shoji couldn't help but think how beautiful her smile was

“Your phone?”

“Huh?”

"Give me your phone"

Shoji, bewildered, held out his phone and y/n typed something. After dialing her own number, she handed the phone back to him and smiled.

“You can call when you want to get your jacket.I'll bring it where you say."

Shoji stared after her in surprise as Y/n walked towards the apartment without saying a word. Before the young girl entered the building, she turned and smiled.

“Good night Sameoka.”

Shoji just stood there for a few more seconds after Y/n left. He unintentionally smiled and looked at the phone screen.

Y/n didn't know, but Shoji had heard them talking to Fujin. And he felt that his friend was with him. He never thought that what he said would change the young girl's mind, but y/n was full of surprises too…

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[yanderepuck]

Let's see if Cybird comes out with a new card by the time I post this

Edit: they did not. I am forced to use the same 3 cards on shuffle

But uhhh similar to the fic with Theo with an mc who wears a choker. Bc it's hot and if I'm trying not to write Theo smut then it's being passed along to Drake

"What's this?"

You yell out in surprise as Drake hooks his finger under the choker you are wearing after you enter his room to bring him lunch. You wear it everyday, how has he not noticed?

You barely had time to set the tray down before he pulled you closer.

"Drake," you whine "I'm busy right now."

He keeps his finger around the choker, keeping you close to him. You bit your tongue. If you let yourself slip you were going to let out a moan.

"I didn't realize little fawns needed to be collard. Does that mean you need a leash too?" He chuckles but you so badly wanted to say yes.

"I hope this doesn't mean Theo claimed you, calling you his dog and all."

"Wha- no! It's just a choker, I don't know how you never noticed it before," you pout at him and try to move his hand off. "Now if you will excuse me-"

"I don't," his arm goes around your waist to keep you against his body. "Why don't you stay here and entertain me on his rainy day?"

There was no gap between your bodies. He wasn't giving you a choice, just waiting for you to agree.

"Just because the rain stops you from working doesn't mean it stops me."

"Then a little break then," he suddenly tugs the choker again, this time getting a moan out of you. "That's what I want to hear."

Your face gets red. You wouldn't say you don't want this, it just wasn't part of your plan.

"How trained are you?" He smirks. "On your knees," you drop down to your knees, no hesitation, still looking up at him. "Good girl," his hand brushed through your hair.

"Come this way," his finger hooks into your choker again and leads you towards the bed. He sits on the edge, his legs spread, pulling you between them.

"I need to get back to wo-"

Your words get cut off by him putting his fingers in your mouth.

"You were a good girl a moment ago. Don't tell me you want to ruin that," he removes his fingers. "Now how are you going to entertain me.

You rest your head on his lap, looking up at him. "If I'm on my break why should I be doing the work," you smirk up at him.

He can't say he was expecting that. "Talk like that again and I'll make sure you choke on my cock," he stays stern but you feel like playing around.

"Choke? I don't think that thing could make me gag."

"Then you shouldn't have an issue."

He undoes his pants, pulling out his hardening cock. He leans back on his hands, moaning as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth.

"Good girl," his hand runs through your hair before pushing your face down into his crotch.

His tip hits the back of your throat, and you squeeze in his thighs as he keeps you there.

"You said you wouldn't have a problem," he smirks, not letting your head go until you actually start pushing against him.

He pulls your hair to bring your head up. You cough and try to catch your breath.

"What happened, fawn? All bark no bite I see."

"I would have been fine if you would have let me do it on my own," your chest heaves slightly.

He stands up, pulling you up to your feet with him. "Since you failed, I'll use you in a different way."

He kisses you as he starts unbuttoning your shirt. The moment he can touch your skin he squeezes your flesh, running his hands against you roughly, as if he's been craving you.

Moments after your shirt came off so did your bra. By the time you felt the cold air on your skin your skirt was also on the floor.

"Drake.."

"Quiet."

His lips grazed against yours. You thought you could feel his fingers against your thigh, but that didn't feel quite right.

"Don't move."

Whatever was crawling against your skin went up to your hip. It jerked away from you and that's when you realized it was a knife, and it just cut your underwear open.

Your heart was beating fast, but you could tell if it was out of fear or arousal. He cut the other side open so that your underwear fell to the floor.

The cold blade slipped between the small gap between your neck and your choker, giving it a tug.

You kept your eyes on Drake, who in turn was looking at you, licking his lips.

"If you're going to wear this often I'm going to have to get a leash so I can walk you around."

"I'm sure you have some rope around here that would work just fine," you smirk up at him.

He holds you close with an arm around your waist while you push his pants down to his ankles.

"Now why don't you take your shirt off, I shouldn't be the only one that's topless."

He moves the knife away from you as his grip on you tightens. Quickly, he turns and tosses you into the bed. Before you can even get situated Drake has his shirt off and is pushing your legs apart.

"If I use rope on you it's going to be used to tie you to the bed," he leans down and kisses you hungerly. "I want to keep you tied up and ready whenever I want."

You can't help but moan at the thought. He takes your hands, pinning them to the bed.

"I need a stress reliever after a hard day."

He kisses your neck, nibbling at the soft skin around the choker while his tip teases your hole.

You squirm slightly, trying to force him inside you.

"A hard day of giving shitty tours to pretty women? Such a hard- ohh!"

He quickly thrusts into you, getting as deep as he can without forcing your legs even wider. His thrusts get rough fast.

"Your moans are much prettier than your voice."

You wanted to say something back, but all that came from your mouth were moans. One hand let you go in order to squeeze your chest. His hand grabs your tit, squeezing it tightly before moving to pinch your nipple.

"Ahh!" Your body jerks not expecting it. The smirks and rubs your nipple harder, enjoying watching you squirm.

"You're so loud," he thrusts faster, hoping you'll get louder. "Everyone here surely knows how good I make you feel."

His fingers dig into you again, and his lips are back on your neck. Using his teeth, he holds onto the choker and pulls on it.

You moan louder, your hips bucking up, now feeling his cock thrust in at a new angle.

"Drake!"

"That's what I like to hear," he sits up to hold your hips. He pushes you down into the mattress so he can be even rougher.

Your hands dig into the pillow under you, squeezing and pulling it. Your moans become screams as he gets ruthless. It was more about his pleasure than the both of you getting off.

"H.. harder... harder!" You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your tongue. Drake smirked and lifted both your legs over his shoulders, throwing into you harder and deeper.

You tighten around him as you get closer. You whine as you start feeling bliss, your body getting filled with ecstasy.

Drake kept going, even after feeling you cum. He was close but not quite. You try opening your eyes to look at him, panting and moaning. He pushes you into the mattress harder, making sure you don't move at all.

He takes in a sharp breath and he finally fills you with cum. As he catches his breath, he lets your legs drop, the last of his cum leaking into you.

He doesn't pull out for a few more moments, but when he does, he lays beside you. You let your body relax and start thinking about how you need to get back to work.

Drake pulls you in the cuddle, your face in his chest. "If it's still raining later, make sure you stop by again," he kisses the top of your head.

"As if," you pout. "Maybe you should come looking for me instead."

"Be careful. Wherever I find you, I will bend you over right there. I don't care who is watching."

You let out a soft moan at the thought. "F-fine. But I won't come by until after dinner."

"Sounds like I have dessert."

~~

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[percheduphere]

Something I'm curious on (And definitely not having fanfic writing problems *cough*) is how Mobius would react to people talking badly about or reacting badly to Loki when they have reason to. Like the Hawkeye duo or Coulson or Fury. Loki, I imagine, would probably be neutral towards or just accept their hatred/anger and move on. But how would Mobius react to it? He has been shown to try to defend Loki to others, but he also recognizes the fact that Loki was a dick. Your opinion?

From one fanfic writer (*cough* currently on hiatus *cough**cough*) to another, I'm so honored to be the recipient of this question!

If we're talking about how Mobius would respond internally, I don't think he would be offended. Maybe a bit tired of hearing the same response over and over again, but his patience is his second greatest strength after empathy. I think he would only get truly pissed (which we know is scary to bear witness to) if Loki has proven himself trustworthy in front of everyone repeatedly and he is still treated like crap. Oh, man ... now that you got me started on this, I think an angry Mobius, defensive on Loki's behalf, would dig REALLY deep into the person's insecurities and biggest flaws, slowly pull it out like disembowelment, and force feed it back to the person as poisonous truth and expose their hypocrisy. Mobius has the capacity to do that, but the threshold to get there is pretty high. Loki would need to be visibly distraught.

If we're talking about how Mobius would respond verbally, on first meeting, we should remember Mobius is an Analyst. He chooses how to act and what to say based on what he knows about the individual he is talking to and the current emotional state they're in. I don't think he would have a one-size fits all response. I think he would use the angle of highest benefit and interest of the person negatively affected by Loki's presence, then drill down into his Loki's value in increments.

He does this with Ravonna first by arguing Loki would be a useful tool to the TVA, then proving his argument is sound by explaining Loki's apocalypse theory is correct, and Loki should therefore be brought out into the field. Mobius feeds two birds with one hand in doing this: he gives Ravonna what he wants and he gives Loki an environment in which he can be himself and thrive. His selfish desires are rewarded for his efforts as well: he gets to spend time with Loki.

This is highly utilitarian, I know, but it's smart. Mobius knows what most people think about Loki. They don't care about him as a person, only his potential usefulness. Trying to make a humanitarian case is not going to work, at least not in the beginning. He knows it's more effective to go through the motions of proving, with a benefit to the affected person as a bargaining chip for Loki's immediate safety.

I am convinced that if Loki hadn't chased after Sylvie (and let's be honest, in the long run it was a VERY good thing for everyone involved that he did), Mobius would have presented the case to Ravonna that they shouldn't prune Loki once Sylvie is captured. He would argue: He's reformed. He's a good person. He's my friend. The humanitarian argument would then come out alongside the utilitarian argument to move the listener closer to compassion for Loki while also giving them a tangible benefit outside Loki's personhood. Eventually, Mobius would be able to drop the utilitarian aspect. Mobius is very cunning in this way and has the patience to play the long game for the big picture.

If time is an issue because of high stakes, then I would say that Mobius and Loki would mutually agree to have Loki restrained while Mobius performs a mini TVA infodump, which may include a crucial event about the timeline that is nearing actuation and how to best respond to it. The proving of his claim will verify the TVA infodump as truthful and his claim that Loki is good likely.

Now, if the issue is not immediate plot conflict but immediate emotional conflict, I think Mobius would be more subtle in how he gets people to pause before listening to him. No one can touch Loki without being harmed, at least that's the wisdom people have with pre-TVA Loki. Mobius might touch Loki's elbow, his shoulder, his back--points of contact that are casually intimate and normal for him and Loki, but shocking to anyone not-in-the-know given who is being touched. In that moment of shock, Mobius might say, with a sigh, "Y'know, we've heard this all before. We're not gonna argue with you. We get it. But do you really want to waste time going through three hours of backstory, or do you want to focus on figuring out how to deal with the bigger problem right now? Because I'll be honest with you: you dont have a lot of time. We've seen it."

The follow up to any of these initial responses would likely be a private moment between the character and Mobius, with Mobius hinting at or outright sharing the true nature of their relationship, and why he's stuck by Loki's side so long.

I hope this helpful, anon! Thank you for your question!

[adudelolwriting]

The Chosen One never wanted to be back on a computer. Chosen never wanted to leave the Outernet again, and just wanted to peacefully live the rest of Chosen’s life with Lord in that small clearing, overlooking the ocean’s view. 

The Chosen One has never been able to get what Chosen wanted. 

So here Chosen was, staring through the blurry screen at Chosen's creator. The screen was different than the last time Chosen had been here — Noogia3 must've gotten a new monitor. 

“I know you don't like Him, but... you're hurt. You both are. I'm sorry to bring you here, but it's what needs to be done,” Orange spoke softly to the older stick, who was clinging onto Orange's body as the two of them walked. 

Chosen couldn't take Chosen's eyes away from the blurry, hunched over figure. “Alan's not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

The Dark Lord coughed weakly, flinching. Lord was in such a worse state than Chosen was because of Orange's attack. Chosen was still angry at her for just not listening to Chosen, and she nearly got herself killed because of it. Chosen never could repay the sticks who he killed being the ones that will save him.

The Cursor noticed the sticks coming back through the ethernet portal at this point, and quickly rushed over. Neon red lasers shot out of Chosen's eyes, launching the Cursor back to the other side of the screen.

“The Chosen One, He's just trying to help!” Orange gasped, looking between the stick figure and the Cursor. “He helped us in the outernet, He's not gonna suddenly attack us here.”

Chosen growled, weakly holding onto Orange's side. “Bastard can't be trusted…”

“Then trust me. Me, and everyone else, is not gonna let Him hurt you or Lord, okay?” Orange said sternly, trying to get the message through Chosen's thick skull. “We just need to get you and Lord better.” 

Orange turned to face the Cursor, pointing to the art program. The Cursor got the idea, and the program popped up behind and around ae and Chosen. Yellow and Red, who both were carrying The Dark Lord, also climbed into the box. Orange helped Chosen sit down before grabbing the pencil and drawing a bed for Lord to lay down on.

'whats going on??' The Cursor asked in a text box, wary of the Chosen One. 

“Alan, this is The Chosen One, and that is The Dark Lord. They're hurt really badly, and we need to help them.” Orange ran over to the other side of the art program, helping Blue bring a bunch of... pixelated bottles into the screen before helping Blue herself up. 

“I don't want to be near Him,” Chosen said, “I don't want Him to be near me or Lord.” Chosen looked up, and saw that Chosen's words didn't appear like they did for Orange.

I suppose that makes sense. It never happened before, Chosen though with a sigh. “Tell Him to fuck off. I will destroy the Cursor if He gets anywhere near us.”

“Uh-” Orange stuttered, turning to face Alan, “The Chosen One says that if you get close to The Chosen One or Lord, The Chosen One is gonna break your Cursor.”

‘oh. ok’

Chosen watched as the Cursor moved away. Lord groans, and Chosen’s head snapped over to her side. Chosen was instantly at his side, holding his hands as he laid in bed. “Hey, hey, you’re okay Lord, you’re okay.”

Blue was on the other side, putting an IV that Orange drew into Lord’s arm. A red liquid started dripping into the item. “It’s a regen+health potion mix. It should help Lord,” Green explained. “We’re using an IV drip here, since potions aren’t as strong outside of Minecraft, and they’re not as reactive to Orange. Yellow said it would probably be the same for you and Lord.”

“Green, Yellow, do either of you need anything else?” Orange asked, rocking on aers heels. The two shook their heads. 

Chosen couldn’t believe Chosen was letting these kids save Lord’s life. Chosen was furious at Lord, for a lot of shit. They both had left the life of fear behind, but Lord still went on to kill these kids in an attempt to attack Noogai3.

“I’m sorry,” Chosen quietly said, causing a few of the sticks to look up to Chosen. “I should’ve stopped her from attacking you guys. I should’ve been stronger.”

“The Chosen One, it wasn’t your fault,” Orange reassured, placing a careful hand on Chosen’s shoulder, “you didn’t tell her to kill us. You did your best to fight him off!”

“You guys still got hurt because of it. You all have permanent scars on your bodies now.” Chosen’s fists curled. “Lord and I are the first adults you kids have seen in years, and Lord killed you. The only other stick has been that human who hurts you.”

“Alan?” Red asked, “He doesn’t hurt us?”

“Yeah, Alan’s really nice. I mean, He did delete us that one time, but that’s when He didn’t know we were alive,” Blue spoke up, finishing their work. 

“No, He knew you all were alive! He had to deal with two other sticks before! Noogai fucking enslaved me for years as an adblocker! He created by best friend to kill me! He knew you guys were alive but didn’t care! He never cared!” 

Silence falls over all the sticks. Chosen’s fists were encased in flames, Chosen’s eyes glowing a bright red.

“Alan… created you?” Orange asked quietly. “He… did all that to you?”

Chosen took a deep breath, the flames calming and Chosen’s eyes dimming. 

“I…” Orange gulped, looking to aer’s friends. “Alan’s not like that anymore. If I help Him draw, He’ll let us live here.”

“Orange��” Green whispered, reaching out to Orange who shook aers head.

“I need to talk to Alan,” Orange said before creating a new canvas and climbing into it. Chosen watched as the Cursor disappeared and their view of Noogai was blocked off by a white wall.

A few moments of silence pass, and as Red opened its mouth to talk, Chosen said, “So how long until Lord wakes up?”

“Oh, uh--” Yellow jerked as if not expecting to be talked to. “We don’t really know much about potions outside of the game, but with how injured he is, it’ll probably take a few hours.”

“We can watch over him if you aren’t comfortable here,” Red perked up. “You can go home and rest, or--”

“No.” Chosen sternly said. “She’s not leaving my sight. I’m not gonna leave him here.”

“Oh… okay, um, yeah.” Red flinched as there was a particularly loud shout from the other canvas. “Once Orange comes back, ae could draw you a bed so you don’t have to leave Lord.”

“I’m not gonna sleep.” There’s been too much time spent in darkness here.

Silence fell over them.

“Does… the second canvas help?” Blue meekly asked. “He can’t see you, and you can’t see Him?”

Chosen thought for a moment. It was nice, knowing that Noogai couldn’t see Chosen or Lord right now. And the white wall blocking Chosen’s vision wasn’t something Chosen wasn’t not used to. At least, right like this, Chosen would instantly know if the Cursor comes back, and it wasn’t dark and Lord was here.

“I think that would be for the best.”

“Okay. Okay! I’ll um -- I’ll go tell Orange that,” Red said with a small smile, before knocking on the other canvas and climbing through.

Chosen grabbed Lord’s hand, gently holding it and stroking Chosen’s thumbs over her knuckles. “He is going to be okay, right?” Chosen asked. 

“Yeah, he should be. The potions are already working -- see, a bunch of her minor scratches and cuts are gone already.” Yellow pointed to different parts. “It’s not gonna remove the scars, or anything though. The most noticeable one will be this one.” Yellow pointed to the large wound in the center of Lord’s chest, before stretching up and across the middle of her neck and face.

“As long as she’ll live,” Chosen exhaled, dropping Chosen’s head down, forehead resting on the mattress. “This is all my fault. If only I stopped him earlier, or convinced her not to…”

“It’s not your fault, Chosen. You’re not responsible for him!” Blue says, wincing as a crash was heard. Red climbs back onto the canvas, and a moment after is followed by Orange.

Ae was much more disheveled, wiping aers eyes with aer’s sleeve. “Alan’s gonna leave you guys alone,” Orange sniffled, “we, uhm… yeah. Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” Green asked, rushing over to Orange’s side. The older stick nodded silently. Green sighed, leading Orange to sit down on the ground. Yellow and Blue shared a silent look towards each other.

Chosen watches these kids silently communicate to each other, and it reminds Chosen of those early days with Lord when they didn’t know how to talk.

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Chosen didn’t fall asleep.

The kids stayed in the same room as Chosen and Lord, but one by one they all fell asleep. Chosen knows it’s morning now -- the clock shows that it was 9:28 am. Chosen takes a deep breath, watching the rise and fall of Lord’s chest.

The wound was fully healed now, the only evidence being the scar that resided on Lord’s body. Chosen sighs, thumbs brushing atop of her knuckles.

The Dark Lord’s face shifts in her sleep, before her eyes open weakly. “Lord!” Chosen whisper-yelled, trying to not wake up the other stick figures. 

Lord’s eyes glazed over, and Chosen’s heart dropped to Chosen’s stomach as Chosen was just barely able to dodge out of the way of her attack.

“Lord, it’s me! Don’t listen to it, we’re not safe!” Okay, fuck trying to stay quiet. “There are kids sleeping, you can break through it!”

Chosen dodged a fireball, which breaks the wall of the aet program. Chosen flies through it back onto the open PC, lasering Lord as she flies out. She hissed, but not stopping her attack. Chosen kicked a file into his face, which got incinerated almost instantly. “Lord, this isn’t the place for this!” Chosen led Lord further away from the art program as the sticks started looking out now. 

Lord tackled Chosen, bringing them both into a downward spiral before hitting the ground. His hands wrapped around Chosen’s neck as his hands burst into flame. Chosen growled, hands wrapping up to Lord’s hands and shooting lasers out of Chosen’s eyes.

Chosen should’ve slept. Chosen was tired and weakened, and Lord was well rested and not in control of herself. Chosen saw the Cursor appear, and Chosen instantly focused the lasers on the Cursor. 

“Don’t fucking touch him!” Chosen choked out, forcing the Cursor back. Chosen sees Orange running over, and ae tries to pull Lord off. Chosen’s ears were ringing, and Chosen’s thinks Orange is talking. “Don’t hurt him, he’s not--” Chosen coughs, face starting to sting from the fire.

Chosen focused back on Lord, doing everything Chosen could to fight off the other stick figure. Did she really have to do this here? A sudden box popped around Lord’s body, and Chosen’s stomach dropped. Lord stopped her attack, confused with eyes still glazed over. Chosen looks to Noogai, and towards the right side of the monitor -- there was an index pulled up, and the Cursor was hovering over Lord’s file name. 

Chosen screamed. Chosen was not going to let Lord die here. Chosen wasn’t going to let Lord die. 

Instantly, a deep, dark gray stormcloud took up half the computer screen. Lightning flashes quickly and violently. Thunder bellowed from the sky, and Chosen felt rage. 

Orange was yelling -- at Chosen or the Cursor, Chosen didn’t know. Chosen tries to grab Lord, but she can’t move. She was stuck in the box. Chosen pulled and tugged, but couldn’t move him.

A pop up appeared under their feet, and Chosen burned instantly. Chosen just needs to fight this off. Chosen just needs to wait until Chosen could get Lord out. 

Another pop up.

More ash.

Ignore the feelings. You’re not there.

Focus. There is no weight on your ankle. 

Pop up. Ash. 

Pop up. Ash. 

Pop up. Ash.

You can do this.

Pop up. 

You need to do this.

Ash.

There was screaming.

Another pop up.

Continue fighting.

There was so much ash. 

Chosen felt Chosen’s throat was raw -- has Chosen been screaming? Or was it the fire? 

Everything seemed off. Focus. The Dark Lord is going to die if you don’t fight for him. 

Arms wrapped around Chosen’s waist, pulling Chosen away from Lord. “No! No, He’s gonna kill her!” Chosen screamed, fighting off the stick behind Chosen as Chosen was taken further and further away. 

A thick, metal wall suddenly separated the two oldest stick figures from each other. Chosen hears Lord scream out, and Chosen falls to Chosen’s knees as the stick continues to drag Chosen away.

“He killed her,” Chosen’s voice breaks as Chosen talks, “I couldn’t save her.”

The static in Chosen ears slowly dim down. “...osen One? Are you back?” 

Chosen finally looks back, and, oh. It was Orange holding Chosen.

“It’s okay! Lord isn’t gonna hurt you anymore,” Orange says softly, and Chosen could instantly see that ae was putting on a brave face. “Alan’s fixing him.”

“He killed her,” Chosen replied, wiping away the tears. When had Chosen started crying?

“No-- No! No, Alan, He’s -- He’s removing the programming He made,” Orange explained, “me and Alan had an argument last night, and… well, He came in early this morning and we talked it out. He explained what happened and what He did to you and Lord, and He’s trying to fix it now.”

Orange watched Chosen for a moment or two, watching Chosen’s reaction. Ae then pulled out an eraser tool, and deleted the metal wall. Lord was still in a box, but… she was back. The Cursor was still hovering around her, but Chosen could tell. 

Lord was sitting down on the ground now, head tilted curiously as the Cursor continued to type stuff into the white pop up below Lord’s body. He looked up when the wall was erased before excitedly jumping up and waving to Chosen.

“He’s deleting the line of code!” Lord shouted. “We can finally be safe together, Chosen!” Chosen ran over, breaking out of Orange's (weak) grasp and looked over the pop up. 

mission.The_Dark_Lord = love(The_Chosen_One);

What? “No -- love? Are you serious?” Chosen asked, glancing up at Noogai’s blurred face. “No, no! Don’t force him to -- to love me!” 

“Chosen, I asked Him too,” Lord spoke slowly. “I… I want to love you. For the rest of my life.” 

Chosen whipped around to face Lord, Chosen’s face red. “Wh -- What? Lord, you can’t--”

“Chosen, listen to me.” Lord’s hands took Chosen’s own. “I love you with all my heart, okay? I want to retire with you -- properly, this time. I want you to teach me how to knit, and I want to teach you how to bake, and all that other soft junk. I love you, Chosen, 

Chosen felt tears well up in Chosen’s eyes. “Lord, I--” Chosen’s throat felt dry. It couldn’t be true. Lord couldn’t love Chosen, not like that. “The code is making you think weirdly again, I’ll tell Him to remove it--”

“Cursors, you’re an idiot,” Lord chuckled, pulling Chosen closer into a hug. “Alan hasn’t even implemented the new code in yet. This is me saying this.”

Chosen let out a small sob, fully sinking into her hug. “I thought you were going to die,” Chosen meekly said, feeling Chosen’s tears soak into Lord’s clothing, “Cursor, I love you so much, Lord, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you actually died.”

“It’s okay, Chosen, it’s okay,” she said while rubbing circles into Chosen’s back. She looks directly at Alan, the blurry man on the other side of the monitor, and nods. He was going to love Chosen for the rest of his life, even if it killed him. Lord would never leave Chosen’s side.

Alan hit enter.

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(different anon) i appreciate u mentioning the context from our world aka the editorial’s decision behind dick going to college thing. like, regardless of the, whats the word, questionable?? handling of bruce & dick character in old or golden/silver/bronze comics, the fact remains that 1) the dick going to college stuff was caused by homophobic panic -> led to decisions (which i wont list one by one and it can be easily browsed on the internet) and 2) that the handling affected people’s perception of the characters, which circled back again to number 1 aka it affected the editorials’ decisions

YES!!!! You're so right!

The worst part is I loved Dick and Bruce's relationship in the medal ages. The way they interacted was so natural and fluid and it may have seemed weird but honestly it was just sweet and endearing!

When they redid everything, they couldn't properly distance the two of them because they were so intertwined. And since Dick obviously wouldn't be an asshole (since it goes against his whole persona), it had to be Bruce who initially started off as a lone avenger. This was also easier to do because Bruce was constantly worried Dick was too young in the comics so the editors played it up and started having Bruce act arrogant to Dick which made it a part of his personality. This is the Bruce we know now-an angry, controlling asshole who only expresses that he loves his children when he thinks they're dead.

They messed up so badly that writers are STILL trying to figure out how to write Dick. Most of them got it right. Some of them should find a new career.

I miss what they used to be written as and I miss when Bruce openly showed emotion. Even Alfred wasn't just a stoic butler.

The fan reaction and editorial response led to a horrible rabbit hole which leads to now where DC is frantically retconning everything to make Bruce not seem terrible.

Additionally, I know we're talking about Dick and Bruce but this also is the exact same situation that led to the split of Kory and Dick. Kory and Dick actually used to be almost the number one comic book pairing in the late 20th century. They were so popular that in the 1990s, they were considered the Peter/Mary Jane of DC. Their relationship was the epitome of grand, sweeping romances equivalent to dramatic balcony love stories and legendary greek myths. Readers loved them.

But if they were so popular, why did they split?

Because of the editors of course!

The Batman office really wanted Dick back so they took him away from the Titans office. But the problem is they ripped Dick away from Kory without producing a proper backstory for either of them, especially her. They then continued writing comics that degraded Kory and Dick's relationship into a lust filled romance in order to promote Barbara as Dick's true love.

Other writers for comics more recently continued diminishing the original pairing to support their own agenda or included it to support it.

HOW CAN YOU BALDLY CALL THIS LUST:

Anyway, the Dickbabs was well received which led to a strong divide between fans in Dickkori and Dickbabs. In return DC started altering between different stories based on fans' interest which led to a confusing mess and inconsistent timeline where Dick is torn between multiple love interests. Which is why they would characterize Dick incorrectly or break things off abruptly so he could more easily be torn from the lover he was with to the one of their choice. *cough* Bea/Helena/Shawn/Bridget (especially) *cough*

While I don't like the back and forth, as a Dick Grayson multishipper, I can say I greatly benefitted from it 😅