#i might be flinchy

[micyclemorton]

is it just me or does anyone else hate christmas crackers/bonbons

[sl33py-g4m3r]

a post just to complain sort of~~~ also something I'm not sure whether it's my vision or just the nature of the thing itself

I have dropped a pill on the floor and cannot find it~~~~

At least it was like a life stone and probably very easily buyable again and I have like 300 of them

and not one of the important ones like blood pressure meds or the anxiety ones; I'm guessing they're like revival beads or bead chains, if those are hard to get...

idk why a demon on my floor would want a vitamin D pill but ah well...

and no I don't have any macca btw~~~ unfortunately~~~

goofing off and mildly annoyed that I lost a pill just because it was nice and silent just the tv on; then the bookcase decided to creak as I was getting the pills out causing me to drop one.... at least it was just one and not the handful I was holding too. yikes....

most mundane story ever....

was it my vision or just cause the pill is very small??

I'm still as jumpy and flinchy about noise as I was as a child and it makes me sad...... Cause I get jump scared by dumb stuff and don't like loud noises~~~~

at least unlike child me; I don't cry as easily as I did when it happens. I used to flinch and cry cause scared and dad found it hilarious and laughed at me~~~ now I just jump and get annoyed at what made me flinch...

is it because my vision is bad that I can't find it? and because I'm jumpy and flinchy to begin with?

[trumpkinhotboy]

I'll keep an eye on you - II

pairing: jacob black x reader

type: not requested

genre: bit angsty and fluffy

warnings: none

word count: 3400

requests: open! for twilight wolfpack, narnia, heartstopper

a/n: hope you enjoy this lil part 2 !! also I really want to thank @tgarrett26 for helping me with this fic (you are awesome) + they are the reason there is even a pt.2 hehe

Here is the link for part. 1

*gif is not mine

summary: After one night of respite, the reader confronts the day to realize the shadows haven't quite disappeared yet.

There's a timid sunbeam lighting up your cozy little room. Nothing scary or menacing in view. You look over to your nightstand with barely opened eyes to see your mushroom light still on. The clock on your desk shines the time. 7:00am. 

7am?!

You sit straight up, immediately noticing the big dent on the left side of your bed. Yes, of course, Jacob came in last night. Your cheeks flush with the thought of having slept so soundly next to the heaping mountain of muscles that is your friend. You feel so confused and well-rested. For the first time in a few weeks, you awoke calmly. This might have been the best night of sleep of your whole damn life, and it's 7:00am! You managed to wake up before your alarm. You wouldn't have to be rushing to school for once. You were usually only able to fall asleep when the sun started shining and chased away the threatening shadows of the night. So, being late to school was a recurring occurrence for you. For once, your father wouldn't have to come in to try and wake you up. You were pushing away your blankets to get up when there was a knock on your door before it slowly cracked open.

"Sweetheart, time to wake up. Don't want to be late for sch-"

Your father's traits lifted up in surprise, and honestly, you couldn’t really blame the man. You didn't keep track of all the mornings he found you all tangled up in your blankets, hair sprawled everywhere like a bird's nest, saliva drooling down your chin.

"Did you sleep well?"

You nodded eagerly, a sincere smile spreading on your lips. Charlie seemed incredibly thrilled by that piece of news. He was no stranger to the nightmares haunting your nights and was brokenhearted to see you so tired and on edge all the time.

"Well, then. Better get down and eat breakfast before you head to school." He gave you a timid smile before softly closing your door.

You had your first breakfast with your dad in a long time. He was particularly chirpy, and you kept catching his relieved gaze. You left for school on time and had a really great day. You felt awake and energized. Participating in class and your little social circle once again felt like a rush. Your efforts were welcomed with gigantic smiles from your teachers and friends. For a second, you thought the weeks of anguish and terror might finally be behind you. Maybe a night with Jacob had been the only thing you needed to put this whole thing behind you. However, as the sun went down and shadows stretched on the ground, you got more flinchy and twitchy. Once more, you turned at every odd sound, looking over your shoulder as you left the school grounds. You almost ran to your car, locking all the doors, and left a trail of dust with how fast you headed back home on the powdery roads of Forks. 

Dinner with your father was much more somber than the breakfast you shared this morning. You felt like a dagger to your heart, his disappointment when he saw you jump as he caught you by surprise in the kitchen. You usually were always careful about hiding your internal conflict from Charlie. Yet the frustration you felt tonight weighed much more than the want to hide everything from him.

Once dinner was over, you climbed the stairs with heavy steps, feeling the dread in your body get worse the closer you got to your bedroom. You opened the door to find a space very different than the one you had left when you awoke this morning. Your still unmade bed didn't feel so inviting tonight. Long gone were the rays of sunshine that scared the shadows away. The room you faced was now dark and gloomy. Nothing about it felt safe or secure.

You rushed in to turn on your mushroom light and sat on your bed, trying to summon all your courage to breathe calmly. 

It's over now. Nightmares are just that. They aren't real. I'm safe now.

No matter how much you would repeat it, those words felt empty and fake. You got up, put your pajamas on, and as you were ready to get in bed, you noticed a piece of clothing jutting out from under one of the pillows. You lifted it up to find the T-shirt you lent to Jacob. He didn't keep it. He left your house shirtless so you could keep the stupid piece of clothing. You grabbed it and held it up to your nose. Immediately, your senses were overpowered by his woodsy scent. You fell to your bed, shirt still pressed on your face as you let a deep sigh leave your lungs.

Grabbing your phone on the night table, you hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you closed the device and threw it away.

The clock had just struck midnight when you heard something scratching outside. You almost had a heart attack when you saw Jacob hanging onto your window, motioning for you to open it.

"Jacob Black. What the hell are you doing? Do you want to kill me?!"

Your tall friend let out a deep chuckle as he swiftly stepped into your room without making a noise. His gaze fell onto the fort you had built yourself. There were pillows and blankets lined all around your bed, a very feeble attempt at a barrier. The tv screen was paused on one of your favorite movie. He gave you a worried look and took a second to really take in the state you were in. You didn't look like the relaxed girl he had, reluctantly, left in a peaceful slumber this morning.

"What?" you defensively crossed your arms on your chest, already sensing where this conversation would be going.

"What are you doing?" he quietly asked, his head slightly leaning on one side.  

"I was watching a movie." 

You immediately saw a shadow pass in his dark eyes and felt a familiar pain ring in your chest. You couldn't live with disappointing both your father and Jacob. Worse, you couldn't live with the pity in their eyes. If only the bad dreams could stay away. 

"What are you doing," you finally asked, a bit more roughly than you had intended.

He hesitated, sensing you had been offended in some way. "I just did a quick run around the perimeter, but then I saw the light open and just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Your expression softened at the concern painted on his handsome face. Fear did make you more on edge, but you knew Jacob had done nothing to deserve that anger. You sighed before plopping down on your bed.

"That's very nice of you, but I am okay. I just didn't feel tired yet." 

You felt adamant about telling him of the return of the paranoia. You were already so disappointed in yourself. You couldn't even muster the bravery to be in your room alone at night. What would it even do if you told him the truth? It felt so shameful to ask again for his help, to ask him to watch over you while you were sleeping. Just because, like a child, you were afraid of the dark and the beasts it hid. You were instantly relieved when he gave you a suspicious glance as if he might believe your lie. You gave him your best smile, trying to prove how relaxed you were. You only wanted to chase the worries away from his chocolate eyes. 

That could have worked if only the sound of your house creaking under a strong gust of wind and a branch scratching on your window hadn't made you flinch so damn hard. 

Jacob's gaze hardened over your tense figure. You expected him to make a comment, to confront you. As you waited anxiously for the ax to drop, he finally walked over to your bed, sat, and pointed to your television.

"May I join you then?"

You initiated him to one of your best comfort movies. It required absolutely no brain power and just helped you feel better. Always a good player, Jake obliged and even seemed to enjoy it. When you were done, you spent another hour just chatting about nothing and everything. You tried hiding your clock from his sight and hoped he wouldn't notice time flying away, but sadly, there wasn't much your figure could hide from his wolfish sight.

"It's getting late. I should probably go," He muttered after an hour of mindless chatting. His dark eyes fixed on your features, you faced each other, forearms tucked under your head while you lay on your side. You couldn't help your shoulders and jaw from tensing up at his words. The happiness and carelessness he had brought you vanished as if it never occurred. Fear crept up in your belly at the thought of being alone in the dark again. 

You gave him a tight smile as you nodded. He hesitantly got up, giving you another weird look. You barely registered it, too focused on avoiding falling into a panicked state. He walked to the window, and as you thought he was about to leave, he turned around on a whim.

"I really don't understand you. Even in this state, you won't ask for my help?" 

His outburst surprised you and unintentionally made you recoil at the swift motion. He sighed deeply, "Please don't look at me like this. I want to understand. Why don't you want my help?" he repeated, annoyance rippling in waves from his body.

"I- I'm not sure what you're talking about," you responded, determined to hang on to the shred of dignity you had left.

He let out a sarcastic laugh. It was dry and reeked of disdain towards this fluke you were trying to fool him with. "Stop playing Y/n. You reek of fear." 

His words were like a punch in the gut. You felt shame hitting you as you realized how stupid you had been. 

"See? Your reaction only confirms what I already knew. What I don't understand is why you insist on facing this alone. You can always call me, and I will always come through for you. Have I not proven that?" 

"You did, but it's not your responsibility to fix me. To fix this."

"Not my responsibility?" he scoffed. He turned around while dragging his hand through his hair. He was a mix of so many emotions you couldn't pinpoint what was brewing in his brain. He stayed silent for so long that you thought he would leave you like this. You were about to add something when he raised his voice. "I would give everything to go back to that night. To be there by your side. Maybe you wouldn't have to go through that, or at least I would have been the one to rip to shreds that bloodsucker." Flames of rage danced in his eyes while you stood speechless, gawking at him. 

You were at a loss for words. You had seen Jake in many different states in your friendship, but he never looked so conflicted. Anger and sadness seemed to be battling out the right to overpower him. For a rare moment, he looked incredibly vulnerable. He was back to being that innocent teenager you had always known. You approached, unsure whether that would make him lash out, but he stayed put, his eyes fixed on the ground. You knew Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you. What you didn't know is that he tortured himself with it. Your heart ached at the thought, and any frustration you had felt up to this point melted.

Softly, you grabbed his hand. "Jacob, look at me."

When he finally turned around and lifted his gaze, tears hung on to the line of his long lashes. The sight of it made your throat close up. 

"Why won't you let me care for you," he whispered, inches from you. 

His gaze was so deep and carried a tsunami of emotions. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed his face. Both of your hands cradled his soft and warm skin. You saw goosebumps creep up his muscled arms, mirroring the one on yours. Bringing his forehead to your own, you took a deep breath.

"I don't want to be a burden."

Saying the words that'd been ringing in your head for so long felt almost exhilarating while also being incredibly relieving. Contrary to the belief of your messed up head, the world didn't end or break in two once the thought left your lips. 

"I've always thought you were such an incredible person and couldn't help but always want to be better for you. Ever since you phased, that feeling only got more intense. You've evolved so much in the past few months, and I'm still old me. When I got attacked, it was the most horrible experience of my life, but it also reinforced that concept. I couldn't even walk from yours to Emily's cabin without being attacked. The boys had to risk their lives to save me. I didn't even get one scratch, and still, I'm afraid of the dark. I'm afraid to sleep alone. I'm afraid if I let my guard down for one second... it'll happen again. Which means that I'll either die or be a burden for you guys once more because I can't even defend myself against something like that. You're already so good to me. I don't want to add this to your list of things to worry about." 

Your eyes stayed closed even after you finished and controlled your breathing again. Saying it aloud was incredible, but to open your eyes to face his reaction felt nerve-racking. You were about to when a strong pair of arms wrapped around you. 

"You are not and will never be a burden to me." His tone was soft and felt a little strangled. In your dimly lit little room, while the rest of the world was in a peaceful slumber, Jacob's words felt like the only thing that mattered.

He pulled back after a moment but still held you close. "I don't know what gave you the impression that you were a burden. If it ever was something I did, I want to apologize."

"I remember so vividly the look on your face when the boys brought me back to the cabin. You had the same disappointed expression as you have just now. I promise I'm trying to heal as fast I can, but this... this is harder than I thought it would be."

Confusion was now the only emotion on his face, clear as day. "Disappointed? Y/n, I never was disappointed. It was the worst, terrifying, shit your pants kind of fear I've ever felt. It's agony to know you're so ridden with fear. I was disappointed to learn that tonight was still hard for you, not because I think you're not healing fast enough, but because I hoped I finally helped you feel better. I feel so bad you have to live with these memories for your whole life. I just wish I could make them disappear." 

That's when you understood the slim difference between disappointment and defeat. One was channeled towards you, and the other wasn't. For Jacob, it had always been directed at himself.

"Jacob, you're the only one who makes me breathe a little easier. You're the only reason I slept soundly last night." A new light illuminated his eyes. You steadied yourself before you continued, your tone slightly hushed. "You've always had that specific calming effect on me. You're the only person who makes things better for me. Ever since we were kids. I have always felt safe with you. You're like my personal haven." 

It felt like a big thing to say, but you wanted that sadness to leave his face. You wanted his eyes to be filled with light again, and somehow, it felt right to tell him about all this. He spent so much time worrying about everything and everyone. He deserved to know how appreciated he was. He deserved to know what he meant to you.

Emotion thickened the air. So much so that it felt like you couldn't breathe just right. Your hands slid from his cheeks delicately. You placed one at the nape of his neck while the other grabbed the top of his hair. "Jake, I don't think you even understand how much you mean to me."

Time stood still for a moment. Your eyes focused on each other, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

 "Y/n, I-" his eyes held something heavier. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something before deciding better of it. It almost looked like it cost him to try and get the words out. He gave up in a huff, and whatever was in his gaze, whatever he thought about, vanished. Some part of you wanted to push him, to ask, but tonight had been a rollercoaster enough. You could let it go for now. He pulled you in for another hug before releasing you a little.

"So, now that we've established that you are not a burden." he started softly.

"And that this is in no way your fault," you added with a grin. 

He rolled his eyes, "Uhm. Can you tell me what you actually need? I can stay here with you if you want."

You felt a pang of your old fears scratch at your heart, but you let them all go in one breath. "I would very much like that."

You tucked yourselves in bed for the second night in a row. You hesitated to turn off the light, but always so observant, Jacob assured you it didn't bother him to keep it open. You lay side by side in silence. You were focused on becoming familiar with the ordinary and hazardous sounds an old house made at night when Jacob started to whisper.

"I know you think you aren't as fearless as us, but I can assure you everyone in our tribe thinks you are the bravest person they've ever met. Not many people would feel comfortable hanging out with a bunch of new werewolves." 

"Brave or totally crazy," you added while making a wicked-looking face. His eyes disappeared in his bright smile, and you wished you could snap a picture of it. 

"No, but really, you're the only one who stayed by my side all throughout my phasing process. No matter how dangerous it was for you. If that's not the definition of bravery, I don't know what is." He turned pensive again while his gaze darkened.

You unwillingly recalled the phasing process of Jacob. All the terrible memories flashed before your eyes. His screams of pain still rang in your ears. You remember distinctly every time you wished to take his place. If you could have taken away some of his pain, you would have in an instant. The least you could do was stay by his side no matter what. You had to fight with Billy and the rest of the pack, but in the end, even they couldn't keep you away. No one could have.

You slid into his arms, and his body tensed under the new touch before quickly relaxing to envelop you in a tight embrace. 

"I would never leave you alone," you mumbled in his chest. "I know you like to have this strong and impressive appearance, but inside, you're still the same little Jacob I've always known. I know you need me."

You lightly pressed your lips onto his chest and nuzzled farther into him. Fireworks were exploding in the boy's chest as he returned the gesture with a kiss on your head.

"And Jake?"

"Uhm?"

"Don't think I didn't notice you wanted to tell me something important earlier. For tonight, it's okay, but we'll have to talk about that."

[atlasscrumpit]

Could i request a yandere moonsystem with a reader who breaks something in the flat while the boys are out and they’re freaking out thinking they’re gonna be punished? they like immediately begin profusely apologising the second the boys walk through the door but they’re also flinchy cause they think they might be hit. have a good day!

Accidents

You starred down at the antique vase as your breathing quickened.

You knew how much this vase meant to Steven, you felt tears in your eyes as you knelt down and tried to pick up the broken pieces.

It cut your fingers a few times but you didn't care.

You heard the door open and your blood ran cold.

"Y/N? You okay, love?" You heard Steven ask as you turned around and began to cry.

He looked at you with worry and rushed forward.

"Sweetheart! It's okay, what's wrong?" He asked as he held your face in his hands.

"I broke your vase, I'm so sorry." You cried out as Steven saw the broken vase behind you.

"Love, it's okay. It was an accident." He said as you sobbed.

"I don't want to be punished." You whispered through your tears while Steven held you.

"Darling, I'm not going to punish you. Baby, you made a mistake it's okay, I know you didn't mean it. Did it hurt you?" He asked as he pulled away and checked your hands.

He saw small cuts.

"Oh, love. Come on let's get some bandaids for you." He whsoepred pulling you over to the kitchen and getting you to sit on the bench.

"You're really not angry?" You whispered as Steven turned back to you with bandaids and began to clean your hands.

"Not one bit, my love. You didn't mean it, we all make mistakes." He said as you nodded.

"I was scared you would be angry." You whispered in response as Steven placed bandaids around your fingers.

"You don't need to be afraid anymore, love. Why don't we watch a movie, my sweet girl?" He asked as you wiped your tears away and nodded.

"Yes please."

[dentiststoothfairy]

Hello!! Here is the anon who requested the s/o being secretive!! First, I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!

I have a new request, that is also a bit dark? Or more hurt with comfort? Either way, if ur not comfy with it, ignore the request <33

Could i ask for a s/o being touch starved, but also scared of being touched? They want to hug their partner or soon to be partner so bad but they are scared but mmmmmh the hug,,,:c Pls with Norton and Eli!!

I'm like that, so i'm curious ehehe

ALSO CAN I BE FLOWER ANON? 🌺

Have a nice day <333

[🌺 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝! 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝! 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝!]

🍩 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 🍩 & 🦉 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 🦉

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩

okay so. This guy probably isn't overly touchy or affectionate, but I feel like physical touch would be a love language of his. Just not his main one. (We know acts of service is probably his speciality)

But, once he overheard you saying liked to be hugged and physically touched? Okay. He can work with that. Sure. Watch him absolutely whisk you off your feet.

But once he noticed you seemed to flinch at his touch- he backed so far off. Oh my god. Were you not interested in him? Oh gosh- he felt awful. Fuck he's never doing THAT again. He nearly ruined his shot, if he hadn't already.

"N-.no! No, wait come back..."

..???

Wait now you're okay with it?

Wait now you're not?

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING Y/N? Okay- okay. So.. So you want physical touch.. But you're literally scared of it?

Okay. How does that even work? Can someone be touched starve and wan- oh my god..

Okay yeah no. Uhhhhh he can work with this. Yeah. He can do it. The prospector is... Determined. Okay yeah, he can work his way around this. Okay, so he hasn't fucked himself over royally. Sure let's do it.

As if he wasn't overthinking enough before you got together, he certainly is now. He's calculating every move in that magnetic head of his, making sure that he's got everything covered.

His hugs are hugged sparingly, but he definitely tries to make them as gentle as possible with you. It honestly feels even better because of how tall he is, so it's sort of like.. Really soothing.

He might be a little confused by it, but like.. He's not really one to judge too hardly, besides he uh.. Kinda likes you? So... You get a pass for being a little strange.

🦉 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 🦉

Okay, so Eli is sort of enamored with you.. He gives you smiles that last a little longer. He's developed an awful habit of prioritising you in matches, so, yeah.

He also was a little nervous to make a move on someone as sweet as you. He had been watching you with others to gaze how you respond to certain things,so.. You like hugs? Done.

God bless Eli, he makes the sorry mistake of hugging you from behind. He too likes hugs so nothing could go wrong. Right?

The way you JUMPED made him feel so GUILTY oh my HASTUR he didn't stop APOLOGIZING

But wait.. But you... You mentioned..

.. Was he the problem?

Oh-. How embarrassing. He uh.. He won't disturb you again.

Wait-. Now you're hugging him? But you're all flinchy! You don't have to- honestly.

Wait.. You just... Get nervous around physical touch?

Oh! Well why didn't you say so Y/N?

He's a lot more cautious now. He doesn't mind having to be a little softer around you. It's a bit of a change, but he doesn't mind it at all.

[kookieswan]

Red Light - Silent Smile

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, Angst, some Fluff though too. Kind of.

Warnings: Yoongi. Technically talk of cannibalism, death, mentions of blood/bodily fluid. MC is injured but not too seriously. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Nothing can ever go your way. All you wanted was a calm morning and instead your office door got ripped off its hinges.

Notes: Back at it! I hope you all enjoy. This takes a good few days after Tea and Crumpets, it might be beneficial to go reread as much as you can heh.

This is Part 29 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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There’s a rapt knock on your door, arrogantly enough to draw you away from the paperwork you’ve been diligently doing for your… Superiors. Usually a distraction would be welcome, but in this case you know it’s no one you care to see. Letting out a quiet sigh, you fold your hands and call out regretfully for whoever to enter.

“Yes, come in!” The door opens promptly and in steps Williams… Along with another man you’ve never seen before. He’s taller, younger, and his smile is bright enough to blind you. Perhaps an aspiring new hire? Certainly no one with experience down here, no. The excitement is far too displaced. Williams marches straight up to your desk with the man, eyes wide as he gazes down at you.

“Good morning Dr._____.” You murmur a good morning back, bringing your cold coffee up to your lips for a sip. Honestly, you have so much work to do and such a tight schedule to do so. Playing Williams silly little games is always a nuisance, especially since he’s the one piling on the work. He tilts his head to the side toward the new man, an odd little smile on his face. It repulses you ever so slightly.

“I’d like to introduce you to Doctor Freeman. He transferred from this facility to another, but has decided to return after Andrews’… Unfortunate passing.” You nearly laugh out loud, something you’ll certainly have to reflect on later. Freeman extends his hand outward to you, and you shake it mindlessly. His grip is firm, nearly too tight as his hand engulfs yours.

“Dr. _____, I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” His smile has been turning sharper by the second, eyes carefully hiding something away as they remain blank. It’s happening slowly, but with each passing minute you like him less and less. Clearing your throat, you manage to plaster on a fake smile.

“It’s nice to meet you as well. I’ll take it you’ll be filling Andrews’ position then?” He nods his head as Williams looks… Proud? Smug? You’re not quite sure. Is it possible you know this man? No, you’ve never seen him before, you’d remember the dumb way his head bobs as he nods enthusiastically.

“Correct! I’m excited to be stepping into my old shoes and taking off. I’d also like to work closely with you given the chance.” He steps impossibly closer and you feel the need to sink through the walls. There’s a sudden bang down the hall, the men ignoring it as you peer toward the door. Choosing to ignore it as well, you decidr to address the odd man.

“Closely with me…?” He hums as the banging continues, and you swear you hear a gunshot in the distance and… Screaming…? Perhaps it’s nothing to worry about. Perhaps it’s everything to worry about. The only thing you can currently worry about though is the way Freeman’s eyes nearly bug out of his head.

“Yes; I didn’t study psychology much during my schooling days but I find it quite… Interesting.” Interest is fine but his interest unsettles you wholeheartedly. Tapping your pen against the table a few times, the banging becomes louder steadily, and then stops. The three of you look toward the door, both men flinching as the loudest boom yet echoes from somewhere down the hall. You can’t even describe it; like some sort of guttural scream mixed with metal being torn.

“What was that sound…?” And then comes the screaming. The desperations echoes its way down the hall, the voices frantic enough to make you uneasy. It’s pretty clear what’s going on, but Williams just clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders like it’s nothing to worry about.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Now, I wanted to ask you about that paperwork-“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before your door is ripped of its hinges and thrown into the wall, a blur flying through the room and onto Freeman. You catch a flash of silvery hair as both bodies fall to the ground and oh.

Oh. Oh no.

“Yoongi! Yoongi, hey, come on-“ You’re up and around your desk in seconds, torn between keeping your distance and trying to calm the obviously very pissed off Nightmare. It’s a fifty-fifty toss up between him going on a killing spree and coming down from his blood-lust, but you’ve got to try something. You slowly step closer, Williams distractedly taking something out of his pocket and paying no kind. There’s a rattle and so you glance up, and not one, but three of the frames on your wall fall to the floor in a crash as not a single soul disrupts them. It can’t just be a coincidence..,

Looking back quickly to Williams, you gape as pulls out a taser of all things, the oversized object clearly trying to make up for something. Stepping between him and Yoongi, eyes blazing as the Nightmare continues to snarl down at the newest Doctor with malice. Williams tries to sidestep you, but you continue to use your body as a sort of wall between them. It’s shocking that none of these absolute morons have figured out how to deescalate a situation like this. What does he think he’s going to do? Taze him and not die horribly?

“Do not.” He scoffs but turns his back, clearly not willing to risk his own precious life. It’s curious though; it’s more than he ever would have done for Andrews… Turning back and taking a step forward, you stand directly behind the Nightmare, hovering with an outstretched hand as he drags the other man off the floor. Something else moves around in the corner of your eye, crashing to the floor yet again. Still, you don’t pay mind.

“I’ll fucking rip you apart. Skin you alive, gouge your eyes out and eat your insides for a fucking snack and string the rest up on the walls. Would you like that?” He snarls his words darkly, spit flying as he chokes out Freeman. The doctor is starting to turn a shade of purple, his head cracking against the wall as Yoongi shoves him into it again. You can only begin to guess what he’s done to make Yoongi so angry in such a short amount of time. How long has he even been here?

“Please, Yoongi,-“ Finally touching his shoulder lightly, you try not to gasp in pain as a hand shoots out to grip your wrist violently. He drops the man and turns toward you, likely ready to kill, but thankfully gives pause. He stares, and you stare back quietly, eyes gentle and trying desperately to convey that it’s okay. That he’s okay.

Fully taking in his appearance, it’s obvious he’s already caused some sort of chaos. He’s covered in blood, splashes of it littering his face, some of it smudged as if he tried to rub it away. His pupils are blown, nostrils flared, but otherwise he looks like himself. Blood drips off his hand and onto your jacket, staining the perfect white a crimson red, but you don’t falter.

After comprehending just whose wrist he’s about to snap, a litany of emotions wash over his face before he settles on something grim. He looks anywhere but at you, his hand loosening and letting go slowly. Not thinking much about it, you grab his hand as he tries to draw away, his eyes snapping up towered yours, the shock there evident.

“I-Doctor I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to.” It’s quiet. It’s apologetic. Hell, it even sounds a little desperate. You wish he could tell how important all of them have become to you, that you know that they’re people too, that they matter. You nod your head, tightening your hand ever so slightly to try and sooth any remnants of his anger as pain twinges up your wrist.

“It’s okay, it’s alright. You didn’t mean to, I know that.” He continues to nod, composure growing slightly more anxious as he hunches into himself. You understand; vulnerability in front of these assholes isn’t something he desires, and so you try not to lean into that. But, you do need to get him out of here, and quickly.

“I need you to listen to me though, okay? You’ve got to come with me so we can get you washed up.” Looking him directly in the eye, you try to tell him. Try to tell him he’ll go down there, try to tell him that you don’t want that. You don’t want him to be tortured, you don’t want him to lose himself. You don’t want him to rot.

There’s a sudden rustling of clothing, a groan from the sad mess on the floor. Yoongi lashes out relatively often but there’s always a reason. Always. So, you’re sure Freeman’s broken face is somehow justified, especially as he starts to speak.

“No, I’ve missed 061309 quite a bit. I would love for him to join us down below instead after an episode like that.” Freeman’s voice is raspy, gross, absolutely grating on your poor ears as he cuts in. Glancing down toward the floor, you try not to giggle at the poor excuse of a blob laying there. You knew you were right about him. You knew, and you’d like to know more. You’ll have to speak to Hoseok on the matter; it’s been too long away no anyway.

“Well Doctor Freeman, I don’t really care what you would love. He’s my patient, he’s staying on this floor and he’s taking a nice hot shower. Also, I would appreciate if one of you would call to have my door fixed.” Taking the Nightmare by the arm, you start to drag him toward the door unceremoniously. There’s a shuffle as Freeman stands up, his whole body covered in grime.

“I wasn’t done talking to you.” It’s hard to take him seriously with his eye nearly swollen shut, and so you don’t. Not even turning back fully to acknowledge him, you finally enter the hallway with Yoongi on your heels. He doesn’t try to run or cause chaos, apparently having no issue with following you. You’re glad he’s in his right mind to understand the consequences of doing so.

“And I was quite done talking to you. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” Ignoring that you’re leaving those two alone in your office, you lead Yoongi down the hall, dead set on getting him cleaned up. You know he doesn’t like the mess when things die down, when he has time to calm, and something tells you he wasn’t very excited about this particular massacre.

“I didn’t mean to.” It’s quiet as he whispers it out, the almost desperate tone coming back. Stopping in the middle of the hall abruptly, you turn him toward you slowly. He won’t look you in the eye, staring past you but not with a hint of malice. Keeping your hands on his arms, you allow your voice to be the gentlest it’s ever been with him; with any of them.

“I know Yoongi. There’s really nothing to apologize for, though I do appreciate the gesture immensely. I can tell you’re not fond of Freeman so lashing out isn’t an uncalled for response.” You think that perhaps mentioning Freeman wasn’t a good idea as Yoongi’s face morphs in disgust. He takes deep breaths, clearly trying to control himself but not altogether able to.

“He’s disgusting. He should rot. I should have slaughter-“ Before he can fully fall into his anger again, there’s a soft call of ‘Yoongi’ from the other end of the hall. Glancing that way, you spot Jungkook standing there and looking immensely worried, still in civilian clothes and not his usual uniform. Once he catches your eyes, he starts to jog over.

“What happened? Are you okay?” The man actually grabs Yoongi’s jaw without hesitation, softly turning his face from side to side as if to examine him. You let the Nightmare go, fully allowing for Jungkook to take over the situation. You don’t think he realizes just what a blessing he is in situations like this; the nightmare certainly would have ripped off anyone else’s hands.

“… He’s back Jungkookie. I’m sorry, I almost ripped him apart for you, I wanted to make a pretty picture but-“ Jungkook blinks owlishly, wide eyes lost for a few moments but like a snap, they harden. He doesn’t let go of Yoongi as the man nuzzles into his hands, now likely feeling safe and yet still distressed.

“Freeman is back, huh?” Jungkook directs it at you, and you nod hesitantly at his correct guess. Clearly the man had some sort of reputation around here, and clearly it’s very, very bad. But as much as you’d like ask more questions, you have to get Yoongi to the showers. Holding a hand out, you gesture that you have to keep going.

“Ah, yeah, hold on. Come on Yoon, we gotta get you cleaned up. That’s a lot of blood ba-“ He cuts off, clearing his throat as he drops his hands from the Nightmares face. Yoongi whines, whines, and grabs the other man’s hands, gripping it tightly as Jungkook starts to tug him along. You hide your silent smile well.

“Jungkook, I trust you can take care of this yourself…? I have some matters to attend to. If any issues arise please come directly to me and I’ll handle them accordingly.” You give he man a knowing look, taking a few steps back to take your leave. After your little talk with Dr. Kim a few days back, you know it’s in your best interest to check in. Jungkook looks torn for a second but gives as Yoongi practically shoves his face into his neck.

“Yeah I got this, but. Uh… I think you and I need to talk. Later?” You give a curt affirmation that that’s fine because really, you want to know what’s got one of your Nightmares in such a tizzy. So much to do, so little time… Hopefully Hoseok is faring better. You have more than a few questions for him now.

“Yes, later. Be safe you two.”

[oh-shtars]

I saw your post, so I definitely have a few questions! 😁

What Disney films inspired "Reach For the Stars"?

How does Sueño feel about the other Starboys in the Wishverse? (I've only read a little a bit of info of this AU so far, but I'll catch up soon! 😅)

Does Asha help Suñeo realize that not all humans want the star power?

And lastly, its a funny one: I saw this one post you made about Valentino not liking Suñeo and its hilarious. Because I wrote something similar as a draft for Wish Granted after Star comes down:

WishGranted!Valentino can't stand Star in the beginning and keeps biting Star on the leg when he gets too close to Asha! 😂 WE HAVE THE SAME IDEA! Here's a draft of the interaction:

Star: *gets closer to Asha* Wow, my first human up close! *he grabs both of her hands and smiles as he looks at them* and I got lucky enough to get a beautiful one too! Hehe!

Asha: *eyes widened* W-wait, are you talking about....me?

(Star looks up, but before he can answer, an angry loud bleat interrupts)

"BAAAA! BAAAA! BAAAAA!"

(Both of them look down and see Valentino headbutting Star's leg a few times to make him go away. When that doesn't work, he starts growling as he biting on the star's leg)

Asha: VALENTINO! STOP THAT, RIGHT NOW! You don't where he's been!

Star:...Aw! He's giving me love bites! 😁

Valentino:

This was actually fun to share and ask, so I hope I came up with good stuff! And PLEASE, Take your time answering! I really enjoy reading your stuff! 🙏

RFTS!AU AskBox #2

Hello Rascal!! It’s a pleasure to read and get to know the stuff you come up with too! 💖💖 Thx so much for the asks and I hope you’re satisfied with the information I’m able to give :))

1. What Disney films inspired “Reach for the Stars?”

There’s Tangled, Princess and the Frog, Encanto, Beauty and the Beast, a little of Frozen, and The Owl House. (Ik the last one is not a film but shhhhhhh)

But for Non-Disney inspirations, there’s HTTYD, a bit of the movie Guardians of Ga’hoole, a book series called ‘Wings of Fire,’ and some Rise of the Guardians.

Mostly though, I take what I can get from the Wish Artbook and twist it into my own idea for it. Plus, some songs that I listen to. There might be other movies that inspired me, but these are the ones I could think of for now.

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2. How does Sueño feel about the other Starboys in the Wishverse?

Sueño considers Cielo as one of his closest friends and sees KOW!Aster as that very warm and reliable family member. These two are his main pals, since he warmed up to them first. Wish Granted!Star is a handful buuuut, he’s sweet. He reminds Sueño of his younger self and a bit of home. He misses the Astral Realm a lot :(

Haedus is a bit of a stranger to him for now but he's drawn to him. He'd like to open up and get to know him more. Bonding over some shared trust issues maybe? I think they'd make really good comfort buddies. :))

For Antares, Altan, TGATS!Aster, WRTS!Aster and Castor, Sueño hasn’t interacted with them much but he thinks they’re okay acquaintances he’d be fine interacting with. Just no sudden advances please. He gets all flinchy 😅

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3. Does Asha help Sueño realise that not all humans want his star power?

It’s one of his arcs to learn how not everyone is out to get him. There are some terrible people out there, sure, but don’t let them prevent you from seeing the kindness and light that exists in others :)

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4. Valentino and Starboy’s relationship.

I can see that RFTS! and Wish Granted!Valentino would agree on the same thing then. Headbutt that dumb star >:((

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@chillwildwave

I’m planning to keep the way Magnifico grants wishes that look animated by hand. Similar to how he granted that woman’s wish of being a dressmaker and the admittedly cool-looking scissors and fabric animation.

I’m also taking some inspiration from the song sequence “Almost There” from Princess and the Frog. Basically to explore the concept between dreams and reality. Similar to Tiana, I imagine it that whenever Asha daydreams of what could be, whether it be her own or other people’s desires, it’s in a 2D style animation. The wishes inside the bubbles are also in the 2D style, since it’s more of an abstract and “on-paper’ idea.

Meanwhile, when snapping back to what’s solid and real, it reverts back to 3D animation.

Just something neat that I think would’ve been cool that as more people act on making their dreams a reality by themselves, 3D sequences would become a lot more frequent than 2D ones.

Sueño’s stardust that he uses to make pictures and communicate would look 2D as well while the drawings in Asha’s book would have some small sketches and mini-page-flipping animations of references to past Disney movies. (Especially a reference to the famous ball bouncing practice animation. The basics~ ✨)

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@dangerousflowerpanda

Just to name one for each, it would be these. There’s plenty more but I don’t want to make the answer too long.

Asha:

Sueño:

Magnifico:

Amaya:

(The following questions under this also belong to @dangerousflowerpanda btw)

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2. What is the relationship between Magnifico and Amaya? Are they the typical passionate/evil couple or are they the more typical rich/empty couple?

I kind of don’t understand what you’re trying to ask here, sorry. But to answer it anyway, Amaya and Magnifico genuinely do love each other and find comfort in knowing that they’re not alone in how the world has left them bitter with their own crushed dreams.

However, while Amaya is more self-controlled and calmer, Magnifico is emotionally driven and tends to get carried away when it comes to vengeance. Such so that there are times where the couple don’t always see eye-to-eye and Amaya feeling like there’s a distance growing ever larger between them.

Think of Charity and PT Barnum from “The Greatest Showman” basically, but eviler.

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3. Does Sueño’s powers have any limits because of his younger age?

No, not really. It’s really more on how to control those powers and not have any accidental emotional outbursts. (I guess you can say, a bit similar to Elsa)

He also can’t permanently grant wishes but that’s more of a general star thing. Only Alpha Stars have the granted ability to do that when they earn it.

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4. What is your favorite food? And how would Sueño react when eating it for the first time?

I LOVE a Filipino cuisine that we call ‘Adobo.’ It’s marinated chicken in soy sauce :))

However, Sueño would probably freak at the thought of eating a poor animal. He’d go vegetarian. I think he would just settle for a nice scoop of ‘Cookies and Cream’ ice-cream from me instead. 😅

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5. We know that Sueño doesn’t like closed places and we know how he behaves in those situations. Would Magnifico use Sueño’s fear to manipulate him in some way or would he use another alternative?

Sounds like a very in-character thing for Magnifico to do sooooo, I approve this theory. But you know, if the star is too stubborn and refuses to cooperate even with this method, he could always just threaten the safety of a certain girl to force him to. :)

(Somebody save these poor people from Mag and from me-)

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All of you are so creative with your questions, I can’t thank you guys enough 💖💖🥺

[ganymedesclock]

So I agree absolutely that "overpower" is not a bad thing, you just have to identify where your character is weak and pick at those points, and it is also very fun and good for you because at the end of the day we tend to greatly enjoy watching someone be competent one way or another.

(This is, in fact, why I think the Relatable Everyman Loser-type protagonist can wear out their welcome sometimes! We actually tend to start to resent a character who never seems good at anything or to genuinely try and be allowed to succeed)

The biggest addition I wanna make and defend onto that post is that the competence itself is more than just fun fanservice.

The way I like to think of it, strengths and weaknesses are two sides of the same trait. Most good qualities someone has are maladaptive in a different situation. And powers affect mentalities, if you're used to them.

Someone who's extremely strong in a fight might be unimaginative about tactics because they haven't needed to innovate at all. Someone who has potent regenerative abilities may be dismissive of their own pain and thus vulnerable to anything with a slow-release affect that can sneak past their healing (because they won't think about the pain until it becomes unbearable) or just plain takes a lot of avoidable hits because they're used to being fine afterwards.

A person with extremely powerful ranged attacks might go from an experienced fighter to a flinchy mess the second someone else closes into their melee range when they're not used to being physically touched. That's not necessarily true- some people are aware of the obvious weak points and work to compensate for them. It's not a one-to-one thing, but it's a point of dialogue to open up with- what kind of person assumes they'll be exploited at their weakest and what kind of person assumes contrariwise, that their greatest strength will carry them through everything?

To me, the biggest thing about powers is they're a great way to communicate so much about your character. Ten characters can have the same power, but will use it radically different ways.

Basically, while it is good to have Some kind of worry that your character might be "too strong", I think a much bigger thing to think about is what ways your character is strong and what this implies about their liabilities.

[poppythetoppy]

[F4A][Upperbody & Foot Tickling][Femdom][Light Humiliation][Poppy's Ultimate Lee Fantasy] Your Partners Watching

Too bad sweetie, I'm not going to stop tickling you. I'm loving this far too much, and from the looks of it, so is he.

ITHIS IS AN 18+ BLOG AND THIS IS NOT FOR MINORS

Wakey wakey Poppy... Looks like I've caught you. Don't you look cute all spread out, trapped and tied in my little web of fun here. Hehe, don't look so nervous. It's not like we're alone in here, you and I. Look around... OOH, do you see him now? There he is~ look familiar?? Hahaa! Doesn't he look so sexy standing like that in the X frame, locked over in the corner of the room.

👋 Hiya sweetie, look whose up! 👋

I know he looks a bit sweaty and um a little *EHEM* stiff over there. But thats only because my fingers had been tampering with him until you were ready to stoop up out of that slumber. So I think its somebody else's turn for some attention. And I think ALL eyes are going to be on you this time, hehehe!

So, are you going to try to tug down those outstretched arms as I'm straddling your waist? Te-he, oh oohh!! A bit flinchy when my FINGERS start to prod at those sides. Hahahaha! Mhmm, isn't this fun? That cute laugh of yours echoing off the walls.. Hmm, I think I need to count ribs and check to see if they're all there...

1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Oh wait, maybe it should be.. 2.. 4.. 6.. 8.. 10..? How many are there supposed to be, 14? I don't know, I dropped Anatomy class. Better count again, 2.. 4.. 6.. hmm hmmm.. hm hmmhhmm.~ HIP CHECK! Hehe found them, quite ticklish here too! Aww are you blushing already? Oop, looks like his face is red over there too. But thats for a completely different reason isn't it? Still kinda 'standing stiff' over there huh? You like watching me tickle her? You do? I think he does Poppy. Lets give him a show.

I'm just gonna make myself comfortable down here, and put your right foot in a bit of a head lock. Now I want you to do something. I want you to look at him, and I'm going too as well. But I don't want you to look away, no matter how BAD it tickles. Okay? One, two.. HAHAHA, Errrr!! I got your foot!~ Yeah? Hehe. Curling your toes isnt gonna work, nm-hm, not with me. Having my long sharp nails draw along these cute wrinkles. So delicately tracing each and every crevasse on your foot. Look at you two look at each others, who's enjoying this more him or YOU!? Haa!!

Don't break eye contact. Don't break eye contact. Don't bre- *nomnomnom* hehehe, aww can't handle a little toe nibbles? I didn't know you could scream that loud? *nomnomnomnom* Aww-haha, is that too much? Too bad sweetie, I'm not going to stop tickling you. I'm loving this far too much, and from the looks of it, so is he. How does this sound, I'll stop when he goes limp, okay? Hahaha, it might be awhile!

Lets see, is that neck up there ticklish? Now lets migrate up there and see, let my fingers marinate against your collarbone a bit? Mmhm, thats it, giggle for me. I can get a much better look at those tears from up here. I wouldn't take my eyes off of you either if I were him. Are your ears ticklish? Would you rather me tickle there or have me coo at them some more?

Haha, aww alright. Breath breath. I don't want to wear you out so quickly now do I? You lay and rest for a moment, I have him to keep my fingers busy. Oh yoo-hoo~ Boy Toy! Did somebody miss my fingers making them cackle like a little girl? Don't think I've forgotten about you. Those underarms have just been screaming my name since they left havent they? Hahahaha..!

Look at you dance, how precious. Ooh, theres just soo much ticklish skin to ground here. Hmm, I know. I've got a little idea. I think... I need to make a few phone calls. How do you like the sound of watching me and some friends gang tickle your partner while she's all tied up over there? Don't worry, I'll make sure someone's here to play with you too. Think she's listening over there? Haha, I think so, just look at her glistening with excitement.

Don't worry you two, I'll be back with reinforcements. Don't go anywhere!~

So I uh. I have DIED. Holy shit @prettymeredith you are a QUEEN

[youhideastar]

I know you don’t write hockey fics anymore and I totally get why!! Buuutttt if you’re willing, I LOVE the scene in To Be Seen As All Right we’re Sid overhears his As giving a speech to the new guy. Seriously, fav scene ever. Would you be willing to do a directors cut of that?

Awww, thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed that scene from To Be Seen Aright, and sure, I'd be happy to do a director's commentary for it. 💛

So the whole point of this scene is for Sid to overhear the guys saying that he's "hardcore" and describing the kind of submissive that he thinks he is. Everything else is just frosting on the cake.

Eavesdropping scenes are tough, because when you write in limited 3d person, like I pretty much always do, the temptation is to do them ALL THE TIME, because they're the only way your POV character is going to find out what other characters say about them when they're "not there." But if you do it too often, it becomes implausible - in real life, most of us rarely overhear other people talking about us. This is... maybe? the only eavesdropping scene in the whole fic (I can't think of any others but it's been a while since I wrote this!), for that reason. But it needs to exist, because the whole fic is about how Sid is perceived by others--it's in the title!--and he needs to know how he is perceived.

Every year, Sid holds his breath at the trade deadline, but this year, the team stays pretty much intact. They’re headed for the playoffs, which means additions rather than subtractions; in Pittsburgh’s case, a new defender from the Panthers.

Like I said, the purpose of the scene is the overhearing... but this also allowed me to cover a question readers might have (how does Sid handle traded players?) and cover an important real-life event in this season.

Sid’s not planning to lecture any new players about how to treat subs; it’s easier on them if they can just pick it up from the rest of the team, and if he does have to drop the hammer, it’s useful for the rest of the team to get a teachable moment out of it. He discovers, though, with Leopold, that the rest of the Pens’ leadership group has its own ideas.

The day after Leopold joins the team, Sid steps out of equipment room to hear his own name, coming from around the corner. He stops and tries to decide whether or not to walk away—in the end, his curiosity overcomes his good manners.

Damn, just noticed the missing "the" in the first sentence of that paragraph.

He hears Tanger speak first. “So, Sid is a sub.”

It’s a little harder for Sid to identify the second voice, but the very fact that it’s new to him tells him it must be Leopold who replies, dry as a bone, “I’ve heard that, yeah.”

“Right.” That’s Duper’s voice, softer than Tanger’s. “But there’s some stuff you should know, related to that.”

“Okay, shoot.” Leopold sounds a little nervous.

Ugh, so, eavesdropping scenes are like telephone conversation scenes - you're stuck describing things with only one sense: hearing. It means you spend a lot of time trying to describe people's tone of voice in a way that's not repetitive. It's a pain.

“First, you don’t give him any shit for it,” Tanger says fiercely. “You don’t call him a brat, you don’t expect him to look down when he talks to you: none of that shit. Or you will be killed. Probably by me.”

Doing a little drive-by worldbuilding here, establishing the kind of stuff that Sid has probably had to put up with on past teams.

Evenly, Leopold says, “Not a problem.”

“Good,” says Tanger. “Okay, second thing is, even if you’re not giving him shit, you don’t treat Sid like a sub. Ever. Not even in a nice way. It’s not that I’ll kill you if you do. It’s that Sid will bite your head off. Or worse, he’ll get all miserable and flinchy, in that way that, if someone made your sub look like that, you’d punch them, but Sid doesn’t have a dom to punch people for making him sad, so you’ll just end up wanting to punch yourself in the face. So don’t do it.”

This is a WALL of dialogue. It's not best practice to do this, imo: in real life, people don't usually make speeches. On the other hand, this is clearly a circumstance where the whole reason Tanger is talking to Leopold is to deliver a speech, so I think it works. But the problem is heightened by the fact that this is an eavesdropping scene: again, Sid can't see the speakers, so there's no opportunity to interrupt the dialogue with descriptions of, e.g., Tanger's facial expression or posture, so yeah. Just a wall of Tanger talking.

I can, however, show Sid's reactions:

That’s… pretty vivid. Probably too vivid not to come from personal experience, Sid thinks, somewhere between amused and appalled. He can’t argue with the “miserable and flinchy” description, although he hadn’t realized his reaction was that obvious.

“I’m not…” Leopold sounds confused. “I should pretend he’s a dom?”

This is the second "Leopold sounds [adjective]." in this scene. Eavesdropping scenes are the worrrrrrrst to write.

“No,” Duper says immediately, “it’s not—you can acknowledge that he’s a sub, you just can’t… get possessive over him, or hold his wrist, stuff like that. Or fight people on the ice for him – he will chew you out right there on the bench, it’s not pretty. And you cannot offer to dom him,” Duper adds, sounding dead serious. “Even if you really want to. And you will really want to, because Sid gets wound pretty tight sometimes, and also he’s a sweetheart. It’s a dangerous combination.”

Another speech, alas. But again: the whole reason Tanger and Duper are talking to Leopold is to deliver a speech to him, so it's okay. As for the content of what Duper is saying - if only they had stopped the conversation right here, I think that would actually have been really good for Sid, because, as I'm about to show, he's pleasantly surprised to hear what doms think of him. He's pretty much always thought that doms want to dom him for shitty reasons: to shut him up, to feel superior to him, or because they think he can't function without it. Here, he learns that they want to dom him because (a) he's sweet and (b) they think they can help with his stress. Not so bad!

A sweetheart? Sid thinks, turning pink. He’s not sure he likes that – but Duper didn’t say it in a condescending or belittling way. His tone was matter-of fact, like obviously Sid is a sweetheart and we know this and you will, too, once you get to know him. He’s still not sure he likes it—couldn’t Duper have said I was a badass? he thinks, crossly—but he supposes that if the team thinks that he’s kind and thoughtful, well… there are worse things.

Sid wishing Duper said he was a badass is so funny to me. I can just picture the little pissy face he'd be making while he thinks it. Awwww.

Leopold says slowly, “I could see that.”

Duper responds, “Right. But Sid does not need a dom – he can handle his shit just fine without one. Okay?”

“Sure. I got it. Is that it?”

And here's where the car crash happens. It was a struggle, actually, figuring out how to get Tanger to say this next thing, even though it's the whole point of this scene - like, how do I get one of Sid's teammates to tell someone else what they think about Sid's supposed sex life? In what context would that be relevant instead of shitty and disrespectful? This is what I finally settled on - that he'd be warning the new guy not to be shitty about Sid subbing for people outside the team. To be frank, I don't think that's totally convincing, and he doesn't actually need to talk about what Sid supposedly does in bed to get that larger point across to Leopold. But I really, really needed Sid to overhear a teammate saying he was hardcore and sounding admiring about him looking beat to hell. Sometimes you just do your best and hope that you can sell something with the strength of your writing even if you actually kind of think it's BS.

“Last thing,” Tanger says. “Sid does not need a dom. But every now and then, he’ll go find one anyway, and he’ll come back looking beat to hell or like he’s gone three rounds with a grizzly bear. That’s just how Sid rolls; he’s pretty hardcore,” Tanger adds in an admiring tone, before his voice goes sharp again. “Don’t be the shithead who takes it personally, talking like Sid should get it from us. It’s none of our business where Sid gets his fun. Got it?”

“Got it, yeah.”

Sid hurriedly takes off in the opposite direction as the conversation breaks up.

It's amazing how, in eavesdropping scenes, the eavesdropper can always tell when the conversation is about to break up, in time to absent themself. 😝 Unless you want the eavesdropper to get caught, but that's a different kind of scene, with a different purpose.

As he drives home, Sid tries to decide how to feel about what he just heard. At first, he thought it was a “this is how we treat subs” talk, of the kind that Sid gives when he has to… but it wasn’t that, not really. Tanger and Duper didn’t say anything about how to treat subs in general. This was specifically a “care and feeding of Sidney Crosby” talk, even though much of the advice—can you call it “advice” when it’s followed up by threats of bodily harm?—would apply to subs or switches on the team in general. But maybe Tanger and Duper think giving the “subs in general” speech is Sid’s area of expertise. Or maybe, he thinks cynically, they just don’t care. God knows there are plenty of doms who are happy to treat most subs like shit, but if someone looks funny at their sub, or their sibling, or their captain…

"Care and feeding of Sidney Crosby" still makes me laugh, as does the bit about whether it counts as advice when it's accompanied by threats.

Anyway, Sid’s not sure he loves the implication that he’s so weird or difficult that his teammates need to be specifically warned about him… but it’s not like Duper or Tanger said anything that wasn’t true. And the stuff that they’d warned Leopold not to do is stuff that would make Sid miserable. If Leopold takes their warnings to heart, Sid will be a happier person.

It also probably works better coming from other doms than it would from him, especially since some of the stuff they’d talked about is stuff that would never have occurred to him. Are there seriously doms on the Penguins roster who are miffed that he’s been hooking up with doms outside the team? How does that even make sense? he asks himself, baffled. And he had no idea, before, that there was something specific about his personality that was making his teammates want to dom him. Apparently, nice but stressed is especially attractive? I do not understand doms at all, he thinks ruefully.

Watch me hang a lampshade on the fact that it doesn't necessarily make sense for his teammates to be upset that he's been hooking up with non-teammates.

Still, it’s nice to know that some of his lessons have finally sunk in, even if it took years of metaphorically beating his teammates over the head with a stick. Sid doesn’t need a dom, Tanger and Duper had said, and He can handle his shit just fine without one. You can’t offer to dom Sid, they’d warned, and also, It’s none of our business where Sid gets his fun.

Sid laughs to himself and says, under his breath, “They can be taught!”

I don't know whether "they can be taught!" is something that normal people actually say as, like... a thing. In my family, we say it with big vaudeville, Barnum-and-Bailey ringleader energy: "They CANNNN be TAUGHT!"

There’s another part of the conversation, though, that gives him a little thrill in the center of his chest when he thinks about it. Sid’s pretty hardcore, Tanger had said, and he’d sounded… approving. Maybe even impressed. Interrupting here to note: Sid rehashing this memory allows me to actually build it up more than I could get away with in the moment: it would have been weird for me to pile on all these adjectives while Sid was overhearing Tanger (like, how many adjectives in a row can you use for someone's tone of voice?), but I've now gotten "admiring," "approving," and "impressed." The reader will notice this. They have to, or the whole point of the scene will fail to land. It had felt really good… but more importantly, it had confirmed that Sid was right about what kind of submission makes a good sub, a sub that doms will respect. And it confirmed that, as far as his teammates are concerned, Sid is living up to that standard – that he’s proved himself.

That is sooo sad. Sid! No! But this is how it works: sometimes it's praise that hurts us more than criticism, by laying out the standard for what others think is "good," which we then hurt ourselves trying to meet. Think of all the people who say, "Have you lost weight? You look great!" Ouch.

All I have to do is not fuck it up, he concludes, ignoring a queasy little turn in the pit of his stomach at the thought. All I have to do is make sure that, if I scene with a dom again, they leave a lot of nasty-looking marks. Easy.

And if Sid doesn’t always like the process of getting those marks—if he still flinches sometimes at the sound of a belt buckle—that doesn’t matter. This is what’s expected of him. And Sid is all about exceeding expectations.

Double ouch.

That's the end - hope you enjoyed!

[mareagirls]

Hiii okay since you asked for mini blurbs: how about peter x reader who is flinchy and not used to touch because she's had a history of being bullied and is afraid of ppl getting in her physical space

hey anon! i hope this is okay! i used this prompt to just get back into the flow of writing so i hope it’s okay! between exams and holiday planning and generally being very busy, i feel tremendously out of practice!

You wake up one summer afternoon to the sound of Peter wondering around the kitchen. 

It’s getting dark outside, but he hasn’t turned the lights on yet, so all you get from your place on the couch is his shadowy silhouette. Tall and soft, all sloping angles and agile limbs.

He looks happy, light. You can tell from his frame alone that he’s unperturbed this afternoon and the thought makes your chest feel warm.

You want to keep Peter like this forever

A small part of you really wants to get closer to him too. Pull the blanket around your shoulders and shuffle forwards until you’re resting against his back. Your body fitting behind his like a puzzle piece that’s found it’s place. 

But another part of you ( a louder, meaner part)  knows that touch isn’t always easy. Knows that it can be overwhelming and unwelcome and confusing, even when it comes from those you love. You resolve to stay rooted to the couch instead of moving, happy for watch him from where you are. 

Cosy, and lulled to sleep by Peter’s easy humming, you start to doze off a little, lost in the comfortable place between waking and sleeping. Soothed by his presence and the knowledge that he’s back home.

You’re just about to slip off into sleep when a warm hand lands on your bare leg. 

“Hey, sweetheart. I’ve made dinner-“

Peter’s touch is not harsh, it doesn’t hurt, but your skin stings under the feeling as though you’ve been burnt. Before you can process what’s happening, your eyes snap open and you flinch away - tucking your bare legs in close to your chest, breaths coming heavy. 

Almost instantly, tendrils of worry begin to make themselves known in your body. Churning in your stomach, spilling out of the gaps between your ribs. Thick and fast. The disorientation of still being a little sleepy mixes with the surprise of being touched until you feel sick. 

And it’s not that Peter has never touched you. A sweet bump against your hip here, a gentle hand on your waist there, interlinked pinkies as you stroll through supermarket aisles. But it’s the first time that you weren’t paying attention enough to see it coming. 

Peter makes a soft placating sound with his mouth and crouches down so that he’s facing you properly. Upward turned palms and a surprised expression as he takes in your reaction.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, bub. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your boy looks worried, a deep kind of concern pooling in his eyes as his gaze tracks over your tight frame. You feel vulnerable and raw as he looks at you. You feel far more seen than you’d ever want to be.

“No- No you didn’t scare me.” The fumbling lie tastes wrong in your mouth - sleep addled and sour. “I’m just being a baby. It’s stupid, I’m sorry.” An apology escapes you before you can even really think it through. 

Something heartbroken ghosts over Peter’s features at your words and he shakes his head. 

“It’s not stupid. And you’re not a being a baby, sweetheart. I scared you. I should be the one apologising.”

His fingers stretch by your side without ever touching you, like he’s craving the feeling, but doesn’t want to cross any boundaries. You feel the love you reserve for him in the garden of your chest bloom a little more at his actions.

“I shouldn’t react like that when you touch my leg, Peter.” There’s an aching sort of sadness in your tone that the two of you pick up on.

“It’s not something you can control, bub. I know you’re not so keen on touch. I should have asked.”

And now it’s your turn to be surprised because you’d never considered for a second that Peter might have caught on to how finicky you can get about being touched.

“You realised?”

“Course I did, Y/N. It’s kinda my job to realise things about you.”

“Oh.” It leaves you so quietly that it’s more a sigh than a word. 

Peter gets up, brushes himself off and you think for an awful moment that he’s getting up to leave - bored by your anxiousness, sick of how you’re acting. 

But the boy limits himself to sitting next to you. 

“Scooch over, lovey.”

You do, obligingly, shuffling to the side but leaving half of the blanket free so that he can slip under if he wants. 

He does, easily keeping the distance between the two of you. 

“Would you like to talk about it?”

He looks so earnest in that moment that you think you would talk to Peter Parker about anything.

You clear your throat and knot your fingers together, forcing yourself to try and relax. 

“People weren’t always nice to me at school.”

Peter nods, eyebrows furrowed as he silently encourages you to continue. 

“I'd get pushed around sometimes, tripped up. Some of the kids in my year were awful. And I was so shy. I didn’t know how to stand up for myself or ask them to stop.”

A pause. You avoid Peter’s gentle eyes.

“I guess now being touched can feel overwhelming sometimes. It reminds me of being hurt when I was younger. And I don’t want to be afraid or panic, but I do. I don’t know how to stop being afraid.”

Peter is  quiet for a while, concentrating, gathering his thoughts before he speaks. When he opens his mouth, you brace for impact. 

But then,

“You didn’t deserve to be treated like that, lovely. No one does. You know that, right?”

Something warm and honey-like fills your chest tentatively when he says it. You nod and meet his gaze. 

“You didn’t deserve it at all,” Peter continues, looking down at where your hands rest . “I hate that you had to go through it alone, and that now you associate being touched with bad things because of it.”

“Are you.. Are you okay with it?”

Peter’s head snaps up, tangibly suprised. 

“Of course I’m okay with it, bub. I love you. Nothing you’ve told me right now has changed that.”

“Your love language is physical touch, Peter.” 

It’s pretty obvious to you. You’ve seen the way he is with his loved ones - all hugs and hand squeezes and achingly playful shoulder nudges. Peter Parker is a tactile boy. Open where you are shy, touchy where you’ve learnt to be reserved.

“Sweetheart,” Your boy shakes his head in disbelief. “My sweetheart, my love, my baby. There are a million different ways I can love you and touch doesnt need to be involved in any of them.”

He says it like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever said and your eyes start to sting in return. 

Peter just moves a little closer. Still far enough that you can enjoy your own space, but close enough that you can feel the heat on his body spilling onto yours.

“If you want to start getting used to being okay to be touched again, we can figure it out. If you don’t feel ready yet, that’s okay too.” His tone is serious. 

“If I ever do something that makes you uncomfortable, you let me know and I’ll stop straight my away. Okay? Even if it’s just a pat on the back.”

You open your mouth to retort that you don’t want to keep him from acting in a way that comes easy and natural to him, but Peter raises an eyebrow.

“I mean it. We’re a team. I got you just like you got me.”

That night the two of you hold hands whilst you eat. His, wrapped loosely around your own. It’s new and different, but not overwhelming with Peter by your side. The sensation makes you happy

When you tell him so, Peter smiles at you.

“Good,” he whispers from the other side of the table. “Stay like this forever.”

[earnestlyegos]

uhhh reminder to those who suffer with trauma and trust issues!! (mostly reminder to myself)

its okay to not automatically trust someone! trust takes time, and trust is earned, and although someone you love may be trusted and you know that, its okay to still.. not trust for a bit.

trust is often apart of trauma, and like almost everything including trauma, it takes a long time to heal. sometimes it might not even heal fully.

you shouldnt feel bad for being unable to trust someone, it isnt your fault that you cant. trust is not something that can be forced, again, it is something that must be earned and built through time. its okay to have trust issues, its alright to be scared. its okay to be weary, and nervous and flinchy. being unable to trust someone does not make you a bad person whatsoever, and your trust issues are valid and are important.

mostly a reminder for myself, as i find myself apologizing for being unable to trust people. i often feel shame for it, i feel like im a bad person because “i know they can be trusted, so why cant i trust them?”. but, i realize that is not my fault, nor something i can control. its only something i can work on, and improve with time!

its also important to discuss if youre with someone. letting someone know youre unable to trust, and that you may need some time is a healthy way to communicate. communication is extremely important, so uh…. just remember that, i guess— sorry—

anyways, hope this helps someone!

[galaxysharks]

that second story is maddox and u cannot prove me wrong

I just remembered you called me old

Suffer, Anthony, this 'Incident' was written just for you

Maddox and Jet always say that Maddie's first word was 'needle-nose Pliers' and it was when she was eight. And to the world that's true, neither of them can remember otherwise, and her earlier instructors certainly never heard a peep.

But Auntie knows better.

Auntie remembers when little Maddie was four, small and flinchy, always jumping at loud sounds and pulling at her shirts that felt bad. She loved little Jet though, even when he was too loud, or pulled at her hair. Maddox even seemed to handle stressors better with her brother, less prone to full meltdowns, with baby Jet pushing down on her chest, like he was personally holding down her temper.

It was around 1am and Auntie was with her brother-in-law and his new wife, having a few drinks. This was back when she still mostly tolerated the man, but even then those beautiful babies were the light of her life.

But anyway, it was early and all the sudden little Maddie comes fumbling into the room, little arms flailing and tears streaming.

"Jet Sick! Crying! Can't fix him! Sick!"

Auntie remembers jumping from her seat, rushing to her side and scooping her into her arms. That wasn't helpful, apparently this was a touch-me-not day. She put her down again and grabbed the little stuffed bear from her bag, pressing it into Maddie's chest.

"hey, hey, ssshhhh.... Jet sick? I'll go and take care of him, ok? Stay and breathe, you'll feel better soon, you're a good big sister, you take care of him"

Auntie went into the bedroom and quite immediately discovered what has upset Maddox so much. Jet had gotten sick over himself and was crying. After getting him cleaned up and the sheets changed, she sat with him until he fell back asleep, reading and giving him crackers to settle his stomach.

Tired but relieved, Auntie makes her way back into the sitting room. And really she's not sure what she expected, maybe for little Maddie to be sleeping on the couch, or with her father, but really that was ambitious wasn't it?

No, instead what she found was that Motherfucker and his wife being belligerent drunks, crowding and snapping at Maddox, who had somehow managed to cram herself into the fireplace,which had thankfully already been cooling embers when she first appeared, her little feet and hands now covered in soot. One little fist stuffed into her mouth as she attempted to be as small and quiet as possible.

"what the FUCK do you think you're doing? Get away from her, you fucking maniac!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my wife!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my niece!"

"She has embarrassed us for years by refusing to speak! We believed there might be damage from the car accident, but instead we find out she's just been Lazy! She could speak this whole time! I refuse to let this behavior continue!"

"Take a hike Dante!"

"That is not my name!"

"Frankly I don't give a damn, get away from us before I do something rash"

Auntie watched him storm off, further into the house. She crouched down, gently reaching to pull the little fist from Maddox's mouth, little teeth imprints bleeding. The soot from the ashes had stained her head to toe, and Auntie can already see the red marks from Maddox trying to rub away the filth. Debating on if she would be making things worse, eventually Auntie decided that cleaning Little Maddie would have to take priority, and she reached forward and pulled the squirming child out from her hidey hole.

Using the softest rag she could find, Auntie cleaned up Maddie as best she could while having as little contact as possible, mindful of her fluctuating mood. After clearing the mess and making note of the minor scratches and burns, because evidently the embers were not as smothered as she had hoped, Auntie bandages her up and brought Maddox back to the kids' bedroom. She tucked her into the lower bunk next to her brother.

"hey little one, are we feeling any better now?"

Maddox smiled the saddest little smile, and lightly chewed on her hand, gently this time, bandages growing damp. Auntie figured she'd already picked her battle today, so just lightly ruffled Maddie's hair.

Auntie stood from her place, somehow knowing that Maddox wasn't about to speak again anytime soon, if ever again.

But right now she had bigger fish to fry, the foremost being the degenerate monsters that currently have custody. And she won't stop until her babies are free.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hello! I hope I'm not contributing to the flooding of your inbox/that it's been at a manageable pace so far, apologies if I am

TW: Mention of a knife in a non-violent setting

So, this might sound weird, but I keep being told that I trust wrong. I'm always ready for people to suddenly turn nasty, something to break and reveal an issue behind the scenes, etc. Even people I trust I'm ready to lash out at me, invalidate my issues, or in some way hurt me. I'm always ready for it to go wrong.

But this tends to offend people, for some reason? My half-brother (got in contact ~7 or 8 months ago) and I were having a conversation and he said "don't you trust me?" (lightheartedly, we were joking around) and I laughed and said "no". Suddenly he got super serious and when I repeated he said it hurt, to which I quickly clarified it was nothing personal and I don't trust anybody. He still seemed hurt and said he trusted me (I don't understand why), even with the reassurance that it wasn't personal to him and was just a me thing.

Something similar happened later on when we were sitting down together and he got a knife to open something, and I got very jumpy and flinchy (I don't trust anyone with a weapon of any kind). He said he wasn't going to hurt me and I said I know, so he questioned why I was being so flinchy. I said something along the lines of "because you could/on the off-chance you did" and again reassured him I especially don't trust people when they have weapons.

A less personal example and more something that happened was me trying to make the concept of "trust" fit into something that made sense and pitched the idea that "maybe trusting someone is being scared they could hurt you and trusting them not to anyway" (along the lines of how courage is being afraid but moving forward anyway), and my Mom said that "no, trust is not being afraid they're going to hurt you".

A step-parent, if I remember right, and I went to do something (I don't remember what) and at some point I must've mentioned how I had a plan on the off-chance things went south. He got hurt that I didn't trust him not to hurt me somehow doing that thing, and I tried to explain that if I didn't trust him not to hurt me I wouldn't have gone with him to do the thing. But because I still had a plan in the slim chance things went wrong, he still thought I didn't trust him (and, once again, the "it's not personal, I don't trust anyone" did not ease his hurt). (Also, he ended up hurting me later.)

I don't know if it's a trauma thing or an autism thing, but I don't understand why people take such offense to it when it isn't personal. It's not because I thought they'd do anything, it's because I've learned to always be ready in the case something happened. I've tried imagining if one of my friends told me they didn't trust me, but I assume nobody trusts me by default. I mean, nobody has in the past, for one, and for two it'd be completely justified in my head the same way my distrust is.

I don't understand. I feel like my version of trust is "broken" and won't ever be good enough for anyone. It's the only thing that's made me feel unlovable in my life so far. And even getting where I am with being able to give people my weird brand of trust is huge.

I just feel like my brand of trust is broken, and will never be good enough for anyone. And that if I can't trust "the right way", I won't be able to try having romantic relationships with people. If you have any advice, or even just reassurance, I think it would help a lot. Thank you.

Hello, Anon.

Thank you for reaching out.

This is a fairly common thing, being hypervigilant. Not trusting others could be a trauma response; for example if you’ve had experiences that ended poorly or put you at greater risk of harm. More especially if those situations that you’ve been distrusting already resulted in what you prepared to happen, your “worst case scenarios.” Which can reinforce the feeling that you, being distrusting of others, is the right thing to do to keep you safest.

It doesn’t make you a bad person for being honest with others. I would say that over-explaining your plans to others of “if” things go wrong could be the actual cause of discontentment from those in your life that seem offended; not so much the simple case of not being a very trusting person.

As for how this reflects on relationship difficulties, it can be tiring to both you and your partner if you feel constantly on edge and waiting for the worst. That will also set an unspoken expectation for any person you’re involved with to try to earn your trust, even if they have done nothing to cause distrust.

I would suggest working on small trusts first. Such as trusting someone will hand you the drink you ask for, or taking you out someplace they plan to, and building up from there to other trusts. Small, medium, large. Alongside this, give yourself some patience and room for hiccups. You’ll overcome this, I’m sure of it. ✨

• Amun-Ra

[mushiewrites]

Sorry you are big sad plz feel better soon :(

For the cute headcanon all of the Dteams necks are ticklish on different levels.

They go from just a flinch with a small giggle to a squeal and a full belly laugh. From just raising their shoulders to a full body collapse on the couch or even the ler.

And yes they do that thing where there’s two lers or two lees and they go from tracing the jaw line to blowing raspberries between the neck and shoulder.

fluffy thank you ):

…..also sit back and get ready bc i’m about to rant about dteam neck tks (:

(@emmadoodlewrites uh u might wanna get in here)

dream

i think dream has a pretty sensitive neck. i think light traces get him, as well as when someone squeezes the back of his neck or if they blow raspberries or do nibbles on the sides of it ): dream starts out with these lil high pitched giggles when the tkling is light, but as soon as it’s squeezing or nibbles or raspberries he’s wheezing and pleading and laughing. and he’d be trying so hard not to squirm away but it tks so damn bad he can’t help it. if dream is being pinned down, he’s still squirming, but mostly just doing little pathetic kicks or hitting the floor, couch, bed, etc. with his fists ):

george

hear me out - i think george is extremely sensitive on his neck. he is so flinchy and squirmy everytime someone even reaches near his neck or shoulder area that i think he just is so helplessly tklish there. george, much like sap, i think would be sensitive to all types or tks there - soft, rougher, squeezing, raspberries, nibbles….you name it, its gonna make george giggle. sometimes with lighter ones it’s just fluttery light giggles, but then other times it’s high pitched cackles between begging and “nohohoho nohohoHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!” (that’s to raspberries and nibbles under his ear). he absolutely is the type to just go dead weight, whether that means collapsing into something or someone, or slowly (or immediately) falling onto the ground below him - which only leaves room for more torture tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

sapnap

my baby boy. my tklish little guy. the man the myth the legend. sapnap. and oh boy, does my baby have a sensitive lil neck. sapnap is the worst out of the three of them. if someone even breathes near his neck, he goes into a slight giggly panic, bringing his shoulders up to his ears and his arms across his chest in case he needs to quickly grab someone’s hand, or push someone’s face away. everything you could think of doing that would tk someone’s neck? it works on sap. feathers? he’s giggling. light nail strokes? he’s laughing. nibbles and raspberries? he’s fucking hysterical. this is where george and dream come in, and where the whole two lers run fingers up and down someone’s jaw and along the sides of their neck. it also means double raspberries, and it also means one of them holding saps arms out while the other nibbles and blows raspberries into sapnaps neck. they would hold him down on his tummy, pulling the collar of his shirt down slightly to blow raspberries into the nape of his neck and as far down between his shoulder blades as they could go. and then they’d flip sap, and he’d be begging, because he knows this means that there’s not only nibbles and raspberries at the sides and base of his neck, but also to his extremely tkly collarbones 🥰

[galaxyhanart]

ToE totally has repercussions on Kai & Jay's interactions going forward, doesn't it- and that does not bode well for Skybound and other seasons

oh 100%

Kai and Jay's relationship is honestly... really strained for a while

I think I might put Tournament of Elements right before the Hands of Time (I have an idea i might play around with where Zane being captured by Chen is swapped by,,, mayhaps morro,,,,,, eyes emoji i'm gonna think about it more) so their relationship will improve during that season

Skybound is definitely going to have the repercussions in terms of Jay being EXTRA flinchy and defensive after being on the pirate ship, old emotions from Chen's Island being brought up again (especially since the pirates are not... kind about Jay's non-human features. His post-Skybound design has cuts on his pointed ear for a reason). Jay doesn't BLAME Kai for what happened anymore - he knows it was a part of Kai's plan and he's forgiven him by now - but it doesn't stop him from reacting poorly sometimes

After they both settle down from that things are pretty much fine until. of course. Crystalized happens. But tbh I haven't figured out how Crystalized is going to exactly go yet, i haven't finished the season and I'm still working out some key differences btw canon and the au, but Kai and Jay absolutely still have an emotionally charged fight in that season