#idrk man hes so confusing

[ccircusclwn]

uhhh smt sillyyyyy i found on pinterest that i thought wld be super alejandro actually!!

shitposting bcs iii had so much shit to do this week n im exhausted hi

og image below!!

[naomeii]

On his knees.

—Pairings: Neuvillette x Fem!Reader

Content: Smut (idrk how to write it-), cunninlingus, being rude to neuvi mwahaha, sub!neuvi.

(a/n: I shall be opening my ask box again since i have a really bad writer's block and I got like 30 days left for my exam, also read the instruction before requesting :))

Neuvillette kneels before you, head bowed awaiting command. 

"What would the people think seeing their stoic Iudex like this, my love?" 

 Neuvillette remains silent, unfazed by your taunt. His obedience excites you in a way that defies explanation.

You lift Neuvillette's chin until his eyes meet yours. Though his expression betrays no emotion, desire and devotion swirl in his blue irises. 

"I am yours to do with as you please." 

 A thrill courses through your core at his submission. You know not how he has come to trust you so, only that in these private moments you see the man beneath the title.

You gently run your fingers through Neuvillette's hair as you sit across from him in your private chambers. 

 "Tell me what you need." 

As your fingers move through Neuvillette's hair, you feel his arousal pressing into your leg. He looks down, embarrassed, and says  

"It seems my body betrays my calm exterior. I apologize" .

You smirk and reply 

"Ah out of all the people, I did not expect the Iudex to lie~" .

Neuvillette sighs softly and closes his eyes again. You tease him by running your feet along the bulge in his pants, feeling it twitch and harden under your touch.

Neuvillette lets out a quiet moan as you massage him with your feet. His breathing grows heavier and his erection strains against the fabric confining it. You continue exploring his body with your feet, feeling him swell and stiffen under your ministrations. His submission and vulnerability stir something within you, awakening desires you never knew existed. For now, simply pleasing him pleases you.

You slide off your shoes and press your bare feet to his cock.  

"Does this please you, my Iudex?"  

Neuvillette lets out a quiet grunt of pleasure as you massage his length with your feet. His erection swells and twitches under your ministrations, begging to be freed from its fabric prison. You work your feet over his cock, feeling it pulse and harden further against your soles.

You tilt your head as if thinking, pressing your feet harder against Neuvillette's cock, feeling it twitch and jump under your touch. After a moment you speak in a teasing tone

"And why should I do that?" 

Neuvillette lets out a quiet moan at your words and movements.

  "Because I beg of you, release me from this need that only you can satisfy."  

You continue massaging his swollen length with your feet, feeling him swell and stiffen further against your soles as his arousal grows. Neuvillette's hands clutch at the fabric of his pants, straining to keep himself in check a while longer.

You make a clicking sound with your tongue, pressing your feet harder still against Neuvillette's straining cock. 

"How pathetic, Monsieur Neuvillette,"  you tease, massaging him slowly through his pants as his breathing grows ragged. Neuvillette lets out a low moan, clutching tighter at the fabric around his cock as you feel it twitch and pulse under your feet.

"Well, please yourself then."  

You remove your feet from Neuvillette's straining cock and lean back in your seat, crossing one leg over the other casually. Neuvillette lets out a confused grunt, still clutching at the swollen bulge in his pants. 

"W-What do you...?"  

he begins, trailing off as you remain expressionless. Gulping thickly, Neuvillette unfastens his pants and withdraws his stiff length, grasping it firmly to begin stroking. His eyes never leave your face as he pleasures himself, searching for any sign of reaction. You give none, only watching his desperate ministrations with veiled interest.

Neuvillette's breathing grows heavier, coming in short pants as he works his cock vigorously. A light sheen of sweat forms on his brow. You notice the tip of his length beginning to weep clear fluid in response to his touch. Neuvillette throws his head back with a low groan, hips twitching subtly in time with his strokes. Glancing down, he seems to remember his original purpose. 

 "F-Forgive me, I had not meant to lose myself so. May I continue using your feet to find release?"

 he asks brokenly, cheeks flushing in shame and pleasure. You regard him thoughtfully for a long moment before replying.

You slowly slide your feet along Neuvillette's inner thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath twitch in response. 

"Proceed, then. But you will earn no further indulgences today." 

 Neuvillette lets out a shuddering gasp, his erection jumping as you move your feet higher. Grasping himself firmly, he obediently begins stroking again, never breaking eye contact.

Neuvillette groans softly as you massage his inner thighs with your feet, cock throbbing in his hand. Still pleasuring himself vigorously, he murmurs 

 "Please...I need more..."  

You remain expressionless, sliding your feet slowly upward to feel his balls heavy and drawn tight against his body. Neuvillette throws his head back with a guttural moan, hips jerking as silky fluid begins to coat his fingers.

Neuvillette gulps as your assessing gaze roams his still trembling form. Though sated, longing and shame continue to war within him. His cock gives an interested twitch under your feet, betraying how your dominance stirs new cravings. Yet Neuvillette holds silent, awaiting your decree. You slide your feet slowly up his trembling thighs.

"Such disobedience requires correction, yet I find I am not yet done with you,"

you murmur. Neuvillette lets out a soft whimper at your words, cheeks flushing anew.

You slide your feet higher up Neuvillette's trembling thighs as a knock sounds at the chamber door. Without thinking twice, you push Neuvillette inside the wooden table before calling out Y "Come in!"  The melusine enters, eyeing Neuvillette's absence with brief confusion before regarding you attentively. 

"Ah, Neuvillette just went out to get some fresh air. What brings you here?" 

The melusine nods at your explanation, gaze flickering curiously towards the table beneath which Neuvillette lays panting softly. 

 "I've come seeking your counsel, if you've a moment. There is a certain matter regarding redistricting that his Eminence and I disagree upon, and I've found your perspectives often aid compromise."

 She continues detailing the issue as Neuvillette struggles to control his desperate breaths beneath the table, still shaking with lingering ecstasy. His spent cock gives an interested twitch at your domineering tone.

As the melusine speaks of the disagreement regarding redistricting, you slide your hand under the table and firmly grasp Neuvillette's half-hard cock. Neuvillette lets out a muffled grunt as you begin to slowly squeeze and stroke his length beneath the table. 

"Please, continue. You have my full attention." 

 you reply to the melusine, focusing intently as she details the issue. Neuvillette's breathing grows heavy again beneath the table as his cock stiffens in your hand.

Neuvillette gazes up at you with eyes dark with want. With the melusine still discussing matters, he takes a bold risk. Carefully, quietly, he hooks his fingers into the waist of your undergarments and tugs them down, sending flutters through your abdomen at this public indiscretion. Neuvillette experimentally drags his tongue along your slick folds, eliciting a soft gasp that you hurriedly stifle. His ministrations, though tentative, stir deep longing within your core as his muffled pants resume beneath the table. Your lips part to scold Neuvillette for his daring, yet only a weak moan escapes at his teasing licks and sucks upon your most sensitive flesh.

Neuvillette continues lavishing your sex with his tongue, encouraged by the soft sounds escaping your lips despite your better efforts. Beneath the table his hips cant subtly against your leg as he pleasures you, cock swelling eagerly once more in your grasp. The melusine prattles on obliviously, detailing the complex redistricting issues, yet her words fade into an incomprehensible drone against the exquisite sensations overwhelming your senses. You clutch the table edge to steady trembling thighs, biting your lip to stifle louder cries of rapture that threaten to give your scandalous acts away. Neuvillette devotes himself to your arousal with single-minded focus, suctioning your nub between lips and tonguing it urgently. Your climax rapidly builds beyond your ability to curb it...

Your climax overwhelms you, washing through your core in exquisite pulsing waves. With a conflicted groan, you reluctantly push Neuvillette's head away as the melusine's discourse prolongs, threatening discovery. Your thighs tremble from the force of your release beneath the table while Neuvillette gazes up with lust-blown eyes, his chin and lips slick with your essence. 

 "Please, continue your explanation. I apologize for the interruption." 

 you address the melusine above the table, struggling to regulate your breathing and maintain focus.

You address the melusine while Neuvillette remains beneath the table, his quickened breaths betraying his own aroused state. As the melusine details her perspective, Neuvillette daringly drags his tongue across your inner thigh, sampling your fluids that continue to coat his lips and chin. You stifle a gasp, grasping the table edge tightly, as Neuvillette pleasures you further in dangerous proximity. His muffled pants indicate his burgeoning need though he remains devoted solely to your satisfaction, lapping eagerly at your sensitised flesh. Beneath heavy lids you meet Neuvillette's lust-blown gaze, conveying a silent order to desist lest your scandal be uncovered. With obvious reluctance Neuvillette stills his ministrations yet remains poised expectantly at your legs, awaiting your next command.

The melusine nods thoughtfully, rising to take her leave. 

 "Thank you for your counsel. I shall take all perspectives under advisement. Please excuse me." 

She exits, closing the chamber door behind her. Beneath the table, Neuvillette gazes up at you with eyes dark with longing. His cheeks are flushed, lips and chin glistening with your essence as his quickened breaths still betray his arousal. You meet his hungry stare, feeling desire rekindle your own fire once more.

Neuvillette gazes up at you with naked want. Slowly, he drags his tongue across his lips, savoring your fluids that coat them. A soft moan escapes him at the taste. 

"Please, grant me further indulgence to worship you as you deserve. Your pleasure is my sole purpose." 

He nuzzles against your thigh eagerly, breath growing ragged. Your core throbs afresh, awakened by his obvious devotion. Though more intimate acts require privacy, his submission stirs deeply carnal cravings that demand fulfillment...

You tug Neuvillette's hair firmly and give him a dissapproving look, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. 

"I didn't tell you to taste me, did I?"  Neuvillette gazes up at you with eyes swirling with lust and devotion. 

"Forgive me, your essence was too sweet a temptation to resist. Command me and I shall obey, as always."  

His quickened breaths continue to betray his arousal as your core throbs anew in response.

You continue gazing into Neuvillette's eyes as he nuzzles against your thigh, feeling his warm breath through the fabric. Neuvillette lets out a quiet groan and gives an apologetic nip to your thigh. 

 "Your flesh sings to me, rousing hungers I struggle to restrain. Yet I live but to worship you as my Goddess deserves."  

His obvious longing and submission stir an answering passion within your core, yet more intimate acts will require privacy...for now, simply enjoying his worship brings deep satisfaction. Outside, birdsong rises as a new day's first light washes the chamber in a rosy glow.

You tug Neuvillette's hair sharply, forcing him to meet your piercing gaze.  

"Do not think your new appetites have softened my rule, Iudex. You live only to serve my desires."  

Neuvillette lets out a quiet grunt of pain and pleasure. His blue eyes are dark with want as he gazes up at you in submission. 

 "As you command, my goddess. I am yours to use as you see fit." 

 You push Neuvillette away gently and stand up, smoothing your clothes and meeting his gaze. Neuvillette's blue eyes are dark with want as he gazes at you from below, still clutching at your thigh. His obvious devotion and need are writ clear upon his flushed face.

[lowkeyrobin]

can i request an uliana’s crew x shy reader one shot? <3

I can try! ; had no ideas for this so I kinda split this up like a preference but idrc man ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; i tried making this a continuous story too so idrk man

FEARFUL FIVE ; no need to be shy

summary ; youre shy. and uliana and her crew slowly recruit you

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; p/n = parents name

word count ; 845

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You sit in class, silent as usual, working on bookwork by your lonesome.

You'd moved to Merlin's Academy months ago, but had been to shy to make any friends. You didn't really need them anyways, you were just fine blanketed in your silence and loneliness.

Beside you sits Maleficent, halfway attendant to the lesson as she writes the notes down in her book. She holds a black pen in her right hand, her left hand holding her head up.

As you fall behind, thank the teacher for flipping through the slides too quickly, you shyly look over at her, too nervous to get her attention. She looks over at you, having sense your eyes burning into her skull.

"Uhm," you whisper. "Did you get six and seven?" you nervously ask, unable to hold eye contact.

She lightly smiles in response and turns her book a bit so you can see the answers on the page. You shoot her a little smile before quickly writing them down, whispering a thank you as well.

"No need to be shy, hun."

You didn't have a public opinion about the VK's. You really couldn't care less, you just wanted to stay out of their way. But that also went for the other kids too, they could be mean.

But, your natural fear of people was at it again. You didn't know where to sit since your little table had been stolen in the cafeteria today. But, Morgie Le Fay, a VK, approaches you, a little excited to ask you the question that follows.

"Hey, would you wanna sit with us?"

He points back at his group, all half watching you two from their table.

"Uhm..." you try to inspect his expression, trying to decode if he was being fake or not. "Uh, sure"

He smiles, grabs your hand, and quickly leads you to the table. You sit down next to him, shyly picking at your food, listening to their conversation.

Morgie quietly speaks to you, seeing your abnormal behavior. "No need to be shy, we're nice, I promise" He smiles. "What's your name?"

"Y/n" You answer, sounding a little disinterested.

"Wait," Hades quickly looks up at you, "Y/n, like P/n, like Y/n L/n?"

You nod, sticking a celery stick in your mouth.

Hook chuckles. "Cool"

Morgie looks back at you with a soft smile.

"Told you we're nice"

A few days had passed since you sat at the VK's table. You decided to sit with them from now on since they were actually nice to you, and you never ended up getting your table back anyway.

Physical education wasn't your strong suit. Why you needed to know how to use a sword anyways was beyond you.

Though, James Hook was in your class, which was a little nice. You'd been paired with him today, though you were too shy to actually talk to him.

He slings an arm around your shoulders, which quickly tense up under his touch. He leans forward, looking at you, seeing your gaze stuck forward.

"Are you alright, new kid?"

You nod.

"Not know how to use a sword?" He asks, a little amused.

You shake your head.

"I can teach you" He shrugs, "Not that hard"

He notices your odd silence.

"Y'know, you don't have to be shy. I won't cut your hand off, love"

Hades works beside you in potions class, his eyes looking like he was barely attentive at 8am. You'd quickly gotten confused and mixed up with the directions, having stopped yourself to stare at the book, trying to figure out what you were even doing. Curse these textbooks riddled in poems and old English.

Hades notices your still silence, furrowing his brows as he looks at you. He tilts his head, realizing you need help.

"Do you need help?" he asks.

You look at him, then back at the book, and nod, handing it to him. He holds the book in his hand, his finger following the words he read in his head.

"You're very quiet" he comments.

You shrug.

"Okay, so, add the eye of newt, then stir, then add the witch's spit."

"Okay, thank you," you thank him quietly, setting the book back down on your desk.

He nods. "Don't gotta be shy, you can ask for help," he shrugs. "You're cool."

"Thanks..."

Over the course of the past few months, Uliana and her friends had kind of dragged you into their group. They seemed to be the only people who spoke to you first, pulling you into them. So, you began to trust them more and talk to them a bit more, too.

The only one you hadn't had a personal run-in with was Uliana herself.

But now was that time.

She'd brought you to the Black Lagoon, tentacles loosely wrapped around your waist and shoulders as you lead you further through the woods. Your steps are small and cautious, reeking nervousness.

She stops, looking at you. "There's no need to be shy, darling. C'mon, I want to show you something amazing"

[juliasturnz]

“My teenage dream”

🜸 - this fanfic is requested again, @monroesturnns !! Make sure to follow her!♥️

★ - summary:

you and Chris haven’t been more then just friends.. you always had a crush on him, later that night you and Chris have a really deep conversation and some things don’t go as planned.

༆ - warnings!:

kissing, cussing, slightly sexual touch and use of alcohol (lmk if there is something else that triggers u!)

✫彡 - writers note :)

hi guys i just wanted to thank you all for the nice comments and follows, it means alooott thank you again 💖

★ - other role again!:

good friend chloe.. Good friend? Idrk she is js the type to leave you behind at a party..

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You are going to this huuuge party, it’s so exiting but you haven’t been to a party in a long time so you have no idea what to expect.

You are wearing something that will make a guy completely crazy.. a mini dress and your ass-cheeks are slightly visible. You’d always love to dress that way and you still do, but this old friend of yours is organizing it, he has always been nice to me but something is just feeling different.

Chloe has been texting you nonstop, ‘stop fucking texting me, oh my god!’ You say when she send you at least more then 10 messages. She has been telling you about the party for a hour long, ‘I’m getting ready rn I’ll be there in a half hour.’ You send her a voice message, I don’t feel like typing rn bc the black wand from my mascara is basically glued in my hands. Even when you send a voice message she just ignores you and talks further about boys and again the party.

When you finally type ‘I’m done’ to your yapping friend she finally stops talking, ‘okay I’ll be there in 20 minutes!’ She yells through a voice message. Your phone finally has been stop going off, until a familiar number pops up it’s Chris. You are texting with him while your doing your last things like putting on a perfume, checking your bag if you have everything and a few things more. Only a little time was left and he asks you if you want to face time.

‘Hey Chris, how r you!’ You act like you haven’t been talking the last 10 minutes, you kinda forget how well you guys went along and he basically starts acting with you ‘oh I haven’t spoken you in a long time y/n how are you?’ He looks at you through the phone with a little grin right before you two start busting out laughing. ‘Do you wanna take a little shot before the party?’ he asks you with a smile on his face. You take a good look at his face, hm he hasn’t changed a lot only his hair. You catch yourself looking at his blue eyes through the screen. ‘Oh wow.’ You cover your mouth when you realize you said that out loud. ‘Huh? Is there something wrong?’ He looks at you with a confused face and give you a little smile. Oh fuck do you think he noticed. Before you freak out and just stand there in silence you hear a ring from the doorbell. ‘I-I am sorry Chloe is here I’ll see you at the party bye!’ ‘Oh uh bye!’ I really hope I didn’t make thing weird.

Before you could even open the door someone has been screaming on the streets ‘hurry up we gotta go!’ You hear her high pitched voice so you hurry up before she starts yelling. ‘On my way!’ I think she heard me at least I hope so.

when you arrive at the front door she’s already speaking about the party and the fact that we have to hurry even though we had about 10 minutes left. ‘Can you hurry? We need to go there quick!’ ‘Chloe we have literally 10 mi’- she interrupts you immediately ‘no? We need to hurry like right now!’ ‘Girl calm down’ you whisper to yourself, you definitely don’t want her to hear what you were saying, bc that would 100% cause drama.

you put on one last time your favorite cologne and again deodorant and leave the house with Chloe talking about boys once again. ‘Girl you need a man in your life, you’re kinda boring.’ She casually says and turns around to your face completely in shock. What did she just say? ‘You heard me, we are going to find you a man tn.’ ‘What I don’t n’- once again she cuts you off

The rest of the car ride y’all stay silent which is surprising, normally Chloe would be either talking shit, brag about her “amazing” boyfriend or either talk about parties.

You arrive at Chris’ big house, ‘dang this mf has a big house!’ You stand right in front of a big mansion with already drunk teenagers in the front yard and the sound of music that hits your ears. ‘This is gonna be amazing!!!!’ Chloe is literally screaming. You just follow her in silence to the front door.

Before you could even ask her a thing she is already standing with her “amazing” boyfriend and her other friends, you look around to find someone to talk to bc no way your going to be standing with them. You look around and catch a glance from someone across the room and the someone is Chris. He looks so good, even tho he only wears a pair of baggy pants, a see through blouse with a light blue tie. Just perfect. He catches you looking at him and walks over to you. He is only a few inches away from you when you start apologizing right away, he makes you nervous. ‘Look I’m so sorry about what happened when we’- ‘shhh it’s okay, don’t think about it too much. I know you stared at my eyes,’ ‘well yes your eyes are pretty gorgeous.’ You look at him with a little shy but a naughty smile on your face. ‘Should we take that shot then?’ You follow him into the kitchen.

It isn’t really busy in here, but you’ve never seen this much red plastic cups around you. Chris catches your looking around mostly at the amount of red cups that are just laying around. ‘Please don’t mind this fucking mess.’ He kinda looks disappointed, ‘the way you said that sounds promising.’ You grin at his face still scanning almost every cup. ‘Anyways should we do 3 vodka shots?’ ‘Sounds good to me.’ You give him a warm smile as he fills the fancy shot glasses.

He hands you the pretty full shot glasses and looks at you and says ‘to the pretty woman in front of me.’ You blink twice, did he really said that oh my god. ‘You heard me.’ You giggle at his reaction and let the strong drink fall back into your throat. ‘This shit is disgusting.’ ‘Do you want a martini? I can make one for you.’ ‘Oh okay mr bartender.’ He giggles at your reaction.

You drink your martini while he has just a casual Pepsi, ‘so what brings you here tonight?’ He looks up at you with a very flirtatious look, ‘tbh like actually, even though my “friend” dragged me into here.. you.’ You keep looking at his now lightened up eyes. You can’t help but stare at them for a while. He interrupts your intense look, ‘wait what do you mean “friend”?’ He always seems to aks you things in a deeper level, something always felt connected between the two of you. Well she’s just idk not really my friend idk what she is.’ He gives you a worried look, ‘it’s okay I’m here.’ He lays his hand on your shoulder, what makes you tingle by his touch. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Ofcourse anytime.’ your curiosity bottles up ‘why did you even invite Chloe in the first place, not to be rude but she isn’t nice at all.’ ‘Oh my god is your “friend” Chloe?’ ‘Yeah I guess, why?’ ‘She cheated on me.’ He blurred out. ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring i’- you’re being interrupted by her storming into the kitchen. ‘Ugh I need more drinks,’ she looks everything but sober. ‘Oh no here come Chloe you need to rest.’ Chris helps you with her, you bring her upstairs to a free bedroom. ‘What a surprise.’ He stands in the doorway after he helped you let her lay down in a strangers bed, kind of waiting for you and watching you while you tuck Chloe into a strangers bed. ‘I’m so sorry about what she did.’ You turn your face to his face. ‘You don’t have to be sorry about this, but why are you even her friend, she’s such a dumbass.’ ‘She helped me through a rough time, but she became popular and she forgot about me.’ ‘Damn I’m sorry.’ He walks up to you and give you a hug out of nowhere. ‘It felt like you needed one.’ You sink into his shoulder and start sobbing out of thin air. ‘Hey hey, your okay your here with me come.’ He takes you to the bathroom to help you fix your perfectly done makeup.

‘You are really pretty you know that.’ You couldn’t focus on anything rn but his pink lips. ‘Oh your needy.’ He gives you a whole different tone. He leans into a kiss. You kiss him back right away. His hands fall on your waist and moves down to your thighs and while he squeezes them just the slightest bit. This was the best kiss you probably ever had. There is going so much through your head rn, “his lips are so soft” “he smells so good” “his lips taste just like vanilla” when you stop the most perfect kiss ever, you kind of wake up again. ‘You are a really good kisser mr bartender.’ You would never said this in any universe, it might be the drinks you had or the strong confidence you got while you were around him. ‘Am I? Should we get another drink then?’ You follow him to the kitchen again.

you surprisingly hold his hand while you walk through the dancing, drunk or smoking people. But trust me you definitely got eyes on you. When you and Chris reach the kitchen you fall back into the cheating topic, your friend. ‘And then she just cheated on me.’ You catch a little tear that flows down his cheek. ‘I’m so sorry Chris, you honestly don’t deserve that.’ You get of the barstool and hug him tight and go with your fingers through his soft hair. ‘Do you wanna take a walk or smth?’ He removes his head from your shoulder. You nod right away, ‘don’t you got to focus on what’s happening inside of here?’ Your kind of worried someone might literally burn the house down. ‘They’ll be alright the most of them are drunk anyway or Nick and Matt will take care of it, I hope so.’ he shrugs his shoulders and takes a Pepsi. ‘Oh okay then, should we go?’ ‘Yes.’ He sticks his hand out and you and you hold his hand while you walk out of the front door, holding each others hand.

He takes you to a small beach just at the end of the block, ‘it’s beautiful here!’ You can’t help but keep looking around even though it’s already night. ‘I know right, this place brings me so much peace.’ You and Chris are still holding hands, he looks down at the hands holding each other and slightly squeezes your hand. He gives you that one smile you missed a lot. ‘I love your smile so much.’ His cheeks turn slightly pink in the bright moonlight. ‘Should we just sit down and talk, I just wanted to get away from those people. I don’t know why I invited the half of those people. I didn’t wanna be rude yk?’ ‘Trust me I know. He lets his hand go while you nod at his first question. You keep on knowing exactly what he means in different scenarios, ‘I know exactly what you mean.’ You can’t help but keep on saying.

You are having such a great time with Chris, you missed this a lot. You reach the topic from the friendship between you two. ‘I really missed this,’ he looks at you with a sudden serious look. He is speaking exactly what you thought not even 20 min ago. ‘I really did too.’ He looks at your lips and kisses you once again. ‘Y/n I really love you, but I can’t keep you on a friend level. You make me so happy, you know me on a different level and I feel so co’- you interrupt him what kinda makes you feel bad bc those words were so beautiful. ‘I wanna be your girlfriend Chris. Your little speech was so beautiful btw.’ That makes him giggle a bit. And he kisses you in the bright moonlight at the beach once again.

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[saffricatrice]

What r ur oc stories about?

OMG HIHI I NEVER HAD SOMEONE OUTSIDE OF MY CURRENT FRIENDS ACTUALLY ASK BEFORE UMMMM OKAY SO. i have 3! main oc stories that i Really care about at the moment but im Deeply fixated on mainly 1 of them but im gonna start with the one ive been liek "promoting" the most in a sense!! under read more cuz im gonna try to exlain all three of them bless. sorry if i seem overly passionate oops i was TRYING to summarise im sorry its so long u rlly dont Have to read All of it

Forgotten Man's Symphony

his (louis manoir) character is basically a spin off from a character mentioned in the novel frankensetin exactly (1) time by name in elizabeth's letter and by far he is the most organised oc of mine cuz we do actually have a clean, understandable summary doc (thought it is a tad bit outdated but its okay). shes like the most Normal narrative-wise i suppose so i'm not exactly sure on how to explain the plot of forgotten man's symphony it's just like??? him ruining his life in front of the reader and then #Healing?? i guess?? the story is an epistolary that starts with louis' Suicide Letter. so like. yeah. BUT!! i suppose i would say his story very much concerns the concept of like identity (including gender and such she would be considred either transfemme/bigender by the modern world but also idfk cuz i made her complicated and confusing on purpose) and also the lack thereof + the negative impact that comes with trying so hard to fit into the societal norms and what people Want you to be but you just Can't be, cutting away bits of yourself to fit through some sort of hole representing the perfect version of you until theres nothing left of Who You Are expect a palatable and small version yk?? and the the endless pursuit of wanting to be loved that leads yourself to changing and changing for people who just wont care or love you for realsies + @rosaniruby 's words "making it even like that so its not YOU who is loving and being loved but the dim visage of a version of you that fits the picture of what society loves; that it's not a love between individuals, it's the love for a society that cannot ever love anything because it was made to hate. and who believes that portrayal of love will not find it and forever be stuck. smth like society loves what it deems as perfect and hates the imperfect, since perfect doesn't exist it can only do the second one. and louis wanted to love perfect victor, hated his own imperfect self. but the perfect victor doesnt exists, and neither does any version of louis."

i like her he's great. sorry if that was less telling u WHAT his story is and more like Explaining the "themes" as theyre called of the story but idrk how to describe nromal stuff so TAKE WHAT U CAN GET!!! anyways,

Domus Carnis: The Transmutation of Guinevere Manor

idk if you're aware but i have a hyperfix on architectural horror and i DON'T MEAN SCARY GHOSTS AND SERIAL ILLERS IN AN ABANDONED HOUSE I MEAN HAUNTED HOUSES THAT ARE ALIVE THAT IS A METAPHOR FOR PTSD FROM CHILDHOOD TRAUMA ETC ETC!! this story By making it started my whole obsession with the House it's crazy... scary even.. (i recommend you watch jacob geller's video essay about houses) i really do like domus carnis but it's. Messy to say the least. i do feel as if i ought to change the time period it's set in to avoid talking about the wars going on in the time period i accidentally set it in without realising but im procrastinating on that rn. it was Suppose to be late 1800s to early 1900s..

in a few simple words: flesh-and-bone made lesbian sex house. does that get your attention yet. bless

domus carnis (which literally means flesh house in latin or something) will be written in the POV of a 40ish year old widowed woman by the name of harriet wren's diary entries, occasionally switching to the POV of her 20-something year old godson percival who is like old timey jake paul and hes like either a journalistt or a radio host depending if i choose to change the time period or not. we follow them after harriet's husband dies of whatever and they find out he has a large property in a foreign country of which they had not known of prior

somewhere in germany there is a house of ex-aristocrats that no longer live there that is Alive. the House becomes alive because it is in a sense "possesed" (not haunted) the ghost of kathryna von guinevere who was the last one to die in the house, who, in life, was incredibly obsessed with The House for reasons that i fear are too long to explain without boring you and going into info pre-story?? anyways, when she "posseses" the house, the materials of the house shift to flesh, blood and bone because it Materially becomes her body. now, it would be hard to accurately label what represents what body part, because it's all strangely jumbled up and isn't like really human anatomy either cuz kathryna Can in fact see inside herself?? anyways whatever. now, the house is now both her body AND her mind. i have taken the phrase "haunted by memories/trauma" and turned it literal. the house IS haunted, but most of the ghosts aren't ghosts, theyre mostly all manifestation of Memory from her life because she actively is replaying the speech and actions of other people IN her mind to process the (typically traumatic) events of which she's seen or experienced. the ghosts CANNOT do as they please because they only exist at all Due to kathryna remembering them in these specific scenes. the hauntings include scenes of people, sounds, and shadows. unless the "scene" has a mirror, you cannot see kathy directly because you are witnessin things through HER eyes, which makes memories from wee childhood interesting because im wondering if i should make the "people" seem wayy bigger than the viewer if stuff is replayed from childhood..

i really like the fact that a lot of this is based on memory because it opens a lot of doors to me when it comes to the appearance of hauntings. my friend showed me this video depicting neurons forgetting how a face looks like, and i feel as if i could use that in the story because well, realistically kathy isnt going to have a Pristine memory cuz she Was just a human before, not to mention the fact shes already suppose to have issues on facial recognition/rememberance (my friend with these sisues suggetsed htis). the alteration of the ghosts' bodies could be fucked with even more if i try to make use and research into the way that people (mostly children) can in fact like.... change the image of something traumatic in their brain and make it less scary bc the brain is trying to protect them? yeah. AND ALSO the fact that a lot of people forgets certain aspects of their trauma due to their brain trying to protect them as well but still have this feeling of Unease when it comes o specific things that they cant explain, i could incorporate this feeling in certain areas of the House, the strange uneasiness. i experience that myself so i hope ill portray it right!!

i Think that's it?? at least that should be the bare bones of the story... i have a pin board tho if u want to check it out!!

The Epinicium

THIS is the stupid fucking thnag thats ruining my entire life rn. i love it i hate it whagever man. THIS ONE ill keep short and simple because im too fucking mentally ill about it to explain in depth without being asked questions

so basically its fantasy world but not like. Completely new high fantasy i very loosely based the countries off of like real countries and stuff bc lazy as shite so its like mid fantasy maybe HOWEVER

basically its set in this world where theres a shit ton of religions and gods and shit and theres three categories of religions (the world is veyr uhnm. Categorical idk): earth, science and the arts. basically the arts religions are the majority and the gods of those religions are called the muses so thats what i'll be calling them from now on. the basic plot of epinicium is about the muses of the music religion declaring that humanity doesnt treat music as "holy enough" anymore and taking it away as a whole (songbirds go extinct as well which is importnat) which also fucks up the other arts religionsdue to the fact that artforms are very connected but they still exist yk and centuries later our main cast attempts to bring it back!!! we have this server with a channel that has the "summary" but its not a real summary its just an already outdated infodump but we are Trying to fill this doc but we're failing really hard but friendship is magic idk.

fin.

anyways thats. pretty much it i think im sorry its too long once again 😭😭 feel free to ask question esp on the epinicium!! id love to hear abt ur ocs btw ive yapped so much oops

[vagabond-umlaut]

Physalis peruviana

Neither too sweet. Nor too sour.

An unusual blend of tangy-sour and swirly-sweet is what you need at times to find your lost taste of life.

▸ gojo satoru x reader; 2.7k wc; reunion fic; angst with a happy ending; nightmares & hallucinations; tons of fluff; established relationship; manga ch. 221 spoilers; slightest hint of spice at the very end (idrk how to write a single implied smut sentence TT-TT)

▸ my hubby fave is finally back home, and i'm so freaking late to welcome him *sob* ▸ this was written for the ask submitted by the amazing @luckimoon as part of my 100 followers celebrations!! ty gigi!! also, special thanks to the wonderful @afortoru, @guccirosegold and @heresan for your lovely comments and support!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ ▸ also, i don't own the characters, image or divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

The flat fills with the sounds of sizzling and crackling as Gojo watches you make dinner. Dressed in an old shirt of his, hem obviously reaching your knee, and a cute apron on top, you appear not unlike a nymph to him.

Were it another day, the man’s certain he would have left his place on the sofa and gone into the kitchen, wrapping you tightly in his arms, only intention to suffocate you in his affection – all the while you would have whined, asking him to stop, screeching the food might burn, before you would finally yield to his relentless attacks, breathless giggles falling past your sinfully sweet lips.

Today, however, is not another day.

Not when you’re like this; standing before the stove and mechanically stirring the broth with a ladle, a blank expression plastered on your face as you stare at the boiling contents.

Eyes still trained on the food, you move to scoop up a spoonful of it and-

“Careful!”

The warning wrenches itself from his throat, awfully loud and grating, and less than a millisecond elapses before your lover finds himself pulling you into his embrace, eyes scanning you, zeroing in on your arm, searching for any injury from the scalding hot pan it veered dangerously close to.

A whoosh of air leaves him as his shoulders sag and brows relax in relief.

“Goodness, princess…” He sighs, beginning to chastise you lightly for being careless – only to falter when you gently remove yourself from his hold, whirling to let your back face him as you return to your cooking.

Gojo’s skin – the one which was revelling from the mere touch, the mere brush of your skin with it – grows cold. Drawing in a sharp breath and slowly exhaling it, the man ponders why you appear to be so… dejected.

Since the moment the sorcerer entered your shared home to now, there has been an unusual air hanging around you – dull, glum, quiet… Just a tiny twitch of your lips when your eyes fell on him; just a small pat on his back when he brought you into a tight hug; just a monosyllabic ‘hm’ or ‘oh’ when you responded to him… your lover can’t help but wonder–

“Why isn’t this ending, Satoru? Why aren’t you going away?”

Thread of thought snapped in half, the said man looks at you to find a smile being forced to stay on your lips. Eyes sans the spark of life, deadened with exhaustion, you peer up at him in return, twisting to face him. “You’re usually gone by now; then, why aren’t you this time? What’s stopping you?”

Confusion gushes into his brain, jumbling and muddling every bit of it. “Wh-what are you talking ‘bout, baby?” He asks in a hushed whisper, eyes wide as he moves to rest his hands on your shoulders, so gentle one might think you’re a fragile porcelain doll.

To Gojo, you are.

You remain still, gaze vacant while it travels over his facial features. He continues, “I returned only this evening, baby. Why-where would I… And this isn’t ending!?” Brows pinched, he rubs a thumb over the apple of your cheek, wanting to get a response – something, anything – from you. The only he receives is a laboured breath; the man resumes speaking, still rubbing circles into your soft skin, “C’mon, tell me, baby. Your ’Toru is here.”

“NO, HE ISN’T!” You shriek abruptly, yanking yourself away from him. “YOU AREN’T HIM! MY ’TORU WOULDN’T– he wouldn’t–”

You break down, crying, knees giving way as you collapse to the ground, a distraught crumpled mess. Gojo remains rooted to his spot, shock brimming his gaze. Jolts of pain strike him, again and again, without a shred of mercy, at the sight of your tears – a feeling which grows manifold on your next words.

Burning gaze directed to bore into his eyes, his mind, his very soul, the man registers you accuse, “You’re an imposter. A stupid dream. No, that’s not right.” Shaking your head, you stand up slowly, gripping onto the counter for balance – your lover extends his arm to support you, then withdraws it, catching your vicious glare. “You’re a bloody nightmare. My ’Toru is nothing like you. If you were him, you – you would never have pained me like this.”

“Pain…” The word escapes him, choked and strained and disbelieving – sure, being who he is, Gojo can be many things – annoying, dismissive, overbearing, even an asshole at times; yet for him to cause pain – to you, of all people – the person he loves with every fibre of his being and promises to do so for the rest of his life… the faintest thought of it brings bile to his mouth, its bitterness assaulting his senses.

You, meanwhile, nod your head, wiping your cheeks much too harshly.

“Yeah, pain,” You spit, every word a laboured heave of your chest, “Pain when you warp onto the genkan, that grin on your face. Pain when you squeeze me in your arms and kiss me. Pain when I feel you near me again, so damn happy and relieved; and look back, wanting to see you just once more – only to find you’re, you’re–”

Tears drown the rest of sentence, yet again; not that your lover really needs you to finish it. Streams of time, infinite in their nature (oh, the sick irony!), have made him see, made him hear, made him feel enough to know how your sentence will end.

You look back, wanting to see him once more – only to find he is not there. Leaving you by yourself, a lone soul within these walls, yearning for the face, the voice, the touch, the mere presence of the love of your life – before spiralling down into an endless dark abyss... wondering when, or if ever, you will be able to meet them...

A shadow of a smile rests on Gojo’s lips as he moves to take your hand in his. Your eyes widen at the contact, a sharp breath sucked in amidst attempts to distance yourself. The desperation in your actions draws a pleading look from him.

“One chance,” He begs, relaxing his already-light hold on you yet not letting go entirely, “please.” Your frantic movements cease for a beat, and you look up at him through glistening eyes, a silent ask in every teardrop.

The man seizes the opportunity like a lifeline, saving him from the quicksand of your rejection.

Lacing his fingers in between yours – slow to give you time to retract, should you want to – he inquires softly, “You feeling this, princess?”

Gojo watches you look at your intertwined hands – the warm tenderness of your palm, he deems, a reprieve to the chilled callouses of his much larger one – then at him. “Yeah, I do,” The words leave you in a feeble whisper, short of breath and confidence.

“Good,” He hums with a light squeeze to your palm. Your eyes again dart back to your linked hands; the man cracks a fond smile – you always did like holding hands with him, ever since your first days together – for the coolness of his touch, he recollects you telling him with a shy smile, one muggy summer evening.

Swiping a thumb over the back of your hand, he brings your other hand to rest upon his cheek and leans into it. Despite letting him do as he pleases, you’re confused – the man gathers from the way your brows stay puckered before they rise for a brief second and your lips part slightly. Gojo heaves an inward sigh of relief as he asks, “You feeling this, sweets?”

A moment passes and you answer, with a slowly uttered question this time, “You... did not shave?”

Your lover shoots you a smile while he repeats, “You are feeling this, aren’t you?” It takes a beat before you nod thoughtfully, still that pretty frown on your face as you speak, a tad less yet so, so unsure, “If it’s your light stubble... yeah, I can.”

It takes your lover every bit of his self-restraint to not purr when your hand glides smoothly from his cheek to tuck a few longer strands of his hair behind the ear, and then, comes back to its original position – an action, he registers, stemmed purely from muscle memory, seeing as you are so deeply absorbed in your careful study of his features. A light chuckle erupts from him, and he watches your train of thoughts still as you look up at him.

“Good,” The man says again, then slowly pulls your head towards himself. Alarm and fear flash in your eyes as the panic-stricken glint returns to them; Gojo sends you, what he hopes is, a reassuring smile, “Trust me, please.”

The alarm slowly fades from your gaze, leaving behind a steady trickle of fear; despite these, you allow him to manoeuvre your head to let your ear rest on his chest, right above where his heart beats.

Memories from a time long forgotten rush to the forefront of his mind – memories of a restless night, haunted by creatures from the past. Gojo is certain he would have succumbed to those ghastly visions, were you not there beside him then, rubbing his back and whispering sweet reassurances to him. The man recollects you wiping away the tears which had collected on his lashes, then proceeding to lay his head right above where your heart lay beating.

The sorcerer remembers every lubb-dup, lubb-dup your heart made that night – besides, of course, your kind voice as you asked him to focus on your heartbeats, softly saying this was how your mother used to quieten your wails after a nightmare in your childhood. It was a way, you explained to him, your mother helped you realize what you were experiencing was just a nightmare – scary, yes, a lot; but nothing more than that – and that now, you were back in the real world, in the safe warm embrace of a loved one – a place where no ghosts nor demons could ever touch you, much less harm you.

Back in the present, Gojo relishes the way the two of you stay this close for quite a while – the only sounds being of the sports news on the TV – and opens his mouth, ready to make his same inquiry as a tiny twitch plays with the corner of his lips, only to be cut off by a pair of arms hugging him tightly, fisting his shirt behind him, followed by a barely muffled sniffle.

He finds you crane your neck up at him, lower lip bobbling and eyes spilling over again – but what is different this time is the spark of life behind those curtains of water and the disbelieving curve to your lips.

Your lover thinks you’ve never looked more otherworldly than in this instant.

“I can feel this. Tell me that’s good, ’Toru; I can feel your heart beating,” The words escape you in a frenzy, short puffs of breath hitting his cupid’s brow as you stand up on your tiptoes and he bends down, an arm wrapping itself around your waist and drawing you flush against his chest.

“It’s good,” Gojo murmurs, eyes raking over your face, memorizing every inch of it, then inquires, a barely-there tremor in his voice when you reward him with a watery smile – the first in eons, it appears to the man, starving for one glimpse of your joy.

“But do you know why it is good?”

The sorcerer feels his own cheeks grow wet as he drinks in the way your smile morphs into a wide grin.

Gods, there is nothing in this world he reckons he wouldn’t do, just to keep seeing you this way – happy, safe and in his arms. A small soothing hand glides over the planes of his back, along the spine.

“It’s good ’cause it’s real – ’cause you’re real – isn't it?”

“Yeah,” He is quick to agree with you, wanting nothing more than to chase away the smallest bit of doubt lurking in your mind. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” He repeats, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours. Your eyes falling shut the moment they make contact, your lover feels the tension slowly melt away from your body. He too closes his eyes as he continues, in a voice so soft one might think the two of you are the only ones in the world right now.

To Gojo – and to you too, he knows – you two are.

“This is real. This all is very, very real,” He reassures you, fingers carding through your hair. “You, cooking in an old shirt of mine; me, holding you in my arms like this; that soup, you hate but always make when I return home after long, just ’cause it’s my favourite; this kitchen, you painted beige, then black, then beige again, of all colours fucking existing–” A light chuckle sounds from below; Gojo too chuckles, feeling a large load being heaved off his chest.

He hooks a finger under your chin and tilts it up to make your eyes lock with his. You look up at him, deep adoration swimming in the irises of your puffy red eyes. Breath hitching a tad, he finishes his incomplete sentence, “The point is, all these things are real. We are real.”

An eager nod, coupled with a dewy-eyed smile, is the only response you offer before you rise on your tiptoes again, shy gaze darting between his eyes and lips in silent permission – a permission Gojo knows he can never be too quick to grant as he ducks his head and slants his lips over yours – allowing himself to get lost in your sweet taste, in your soft touch, in your melodic whines... in you, the celestial being that you are, sent by the heavens for a mere mortal like him.

Yeah, the sorcerer knows, this is not the ending of troubles for the two of you.

Far from it, in fact.

There will be many nights when he will wake up, thoroughly shaken and disturbed, images of lost friends and students threatening to burn him alive whenever he dares to close his eyes.

There will also be many nights when you will be the one waking up, thoroughly shaken and disturbed, searching for him in the other side of the bed, desperation etched in your every action.

He knows–

Gojo breaks apart from you to instead plant kisses on your cheek, along your jaw, down your neck, before nudging a spot on your neck with his nose and you burst into a fit of giggles. Mischief sneaking onto his face, the man retraces the path back to your lips and claims them with his, drawing a satisfied hum from you as they meld together perfectly, two halves of a whole promised to always be with each other.

–Yet, the sorcerer knows too, if the two of you are in the same room, in the same bed, cocooned in your shared love and trust, it will take a couple of blinks before the 3.00 AM scene of one comforting the restless other and lulling them to sleep transforms into a 9.50 AM scene – something undoubtedly way brighter and way happier – where he can see the two of you rushing over the flat like maniacs, a toothbrush in one’s mouth and a half-burnt toast in the other’s whilst in a horrible medley of sleep and work clothes; your meeting and his car scheduled a brief ten minutes later.

Your lover’s lips stretch into a wide grin against yours at the mental image of chaos conjured – then falls on remembering the depressing reason behind such an image – before appearing again, wider this time, as he moves away to catch a glimpse of the dishevelled, flushed wreck of a person he has turned you to.

Gojo lets go of you for a moment before lifting you in his arms, a hand reached behind you to switch the stove off, while his insistent mouth works to swallow the little gasp of surprise followed by giggles of delight falling past your lips.

There is another way, after all, your lover knows he can make you late for work tomorrow, and thus enjoy the sweet chaos of life the two of you have wrought together in love.

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Strange Love

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Healer! Reader

Summary: You run a secret clinic out of your home in the woods that surround Duva, meant mostly for Grisha fleeing Ravka. Your house has become a sort of safe house, one that very few know the location of. You’ve helped dozens of families flee the country over the years, but when the Black General find out what you’re up to, you find yourself in a very... unusual situation.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, brief mention of blood, Darkling might be a tiny bit ooc but idrk, sort of one sided enemies to lovers

A/N: I’m planning to make this a series, but I can’t promise regular updates bc I am shit at committing to literally anything lmao. It also depends on how y’all like this concept, so feedback would be very much appreciated!

Word Count: 2.7k

Current > Part 2

You’ve always tried to be an empathetic person.

Your mother, a healer like yourself, had taught you from an early age that every living thing deserves kindness, even when it might not seem that way. She ran a clinic out of your home, though for some odd reason, she forbid you from telling anyone about it. It confused you when you were young — wouldn’t telling people about it help her business grow? — but as you got older, you grew to understand what it was she really did.

It wasn’t a business at all. She had turned your home into a safe place for those who were fleeing the war. It was mostly families with grisha in the family that were either too young, too old, or too sick to fight. She was always so kind, so willing to help. When she passed, you vowed to do the same.

You converted the attic into a spare bedroom, a decent double bed against one wall and a couple of spare cots tucked against the other. You even added a small bookshelf with a handful of titles to make it seem a little more homey. You started offering the families that came to you later in the evening a safe place to rest before continuing on their journey towards the Fold. You aren’t sure how many actually make it through, but you don’t like to dwell on it much.

You’re restocking the pantry when there’s an urgent knock on your door, something you’ve grown used to over the years. You quickly make your way to the door and when you open it, you’re met with three worn looking faces.

“Are you Y/n?” The man asks, sounding just as tired as he looks. He’s got a cut on his forehead and dirt smeared over the right side of his face.

“Who sent you?” You ask calmly. You have a friend at the inn in town who keeps a look out for people who may need your help. You always ask to make sure it was her who sent them.

“Klara.” He replies. You smile and step out of the way to let them inside.

You come to find the man’s name is Rolan, the two travelling with him are his wife and daughter, Nika and Zarya.

“Where are you three headed?” You ask, gently wiping away the dirt around Rolan’s wound.

“Kerch, hopefully.” Nika states, watching you work carefully, “We aren’t keen on staying in Ravka.”

“Nika.” Her husband’s tone is one of warning, one that says ‘change the subject or stop talking’.

“It’s alright.” You assure, setting the now dirtied cloth in the bowl and turn to them with a smile that puts them at ease, “Whatever you say here stays within these walls.”

“I’m grisha.” Zarya blurts, voice small and shaky. The girl can’t be more than thirteen. You see the tears welling up in her eyes and your heart breaks a little for her. Based on how guilty she looks, you deduce that her parents aren’t.

“What kind?” You ask carefully.

“A healer.” She states, trying to wipe away her tears discreetly while her mother pulls her into a side hug.

“That’s one of the best to be.” You smile at her, setting about using your small science to heal her father’s head wound. Your answer would have been the same no matter what she said, but her being a healer makes consoling her a bit easier, “You have the power to help people. Just like this,” You glance over at her to see her watching you with fascination, “See? Not so scary.”

She smiles at you and you smile back.

Once you’re sure they’re all healed, you offer them something to eat and drink. Just as they finish, someone bangs on the door. It startles you all. You’re quick to reassure them that everything’s alright, but you really aren’t sure yourself. You make your way out of the small dining room and towards the front door. Standing behind it and listening through the wood, you pick up four heartbeats.

“Open up! We know you’re in there!” Your blood runs cold as the person pounds on the door again.

You rush back to the dining room, startling the family when you appear in the doorway, “You need to leave. Grab your things.”

“What? I don’t understa—.”

“There’s no time! Grab your bags!” You whisper yell and they scramble up from the table. You help them collect their belongings in record timing before ushering them towards the back door, “Listen to me carefully. When you leave, you cannot come back here. There’s a trail about a mile west of here that will take you back to the village. Go straight to the inn and tell Klara I sent you. She’ll let you stay for the night but you need to be gone as soon as possible, alright?”

“Alright.” Rolan nods, turning to leave with his family before adding, “Thank you. Truly.”

You nod and rush back to the front door once they’ve left. You pull it open, trying to look as casual as possible, though when you spot two heartrenders amongst the four people you’d heard earlier, you realize it won’t matter. They’ll be able to hear your racing heart just as well as you can hear theirs.

“Are you Y/n L/n?” Your attention turns to the squaller in front of you.

“Depends. Who’s asking?” You chance a glance behind her to see who you’d be up against if you fought back. Two heartrenders, one inferni, and one squaller.

You’re fucked.

“General Kirigan.” Your heart drops to your stomach. Saints, you’re really fucked.

“What does he want with me?” You ask, voice steady.

“We’ve had reports of someone assisting in smuggling Grisha across the Fold.” She states cooly, gaze cold and unwavering, “We have reason to believe that our culprit is you.”

You try to think of a way out of this situation. You definitely can’t run passed her. You could try to flee through the back door but really, where would that get you? You can’t take your usual escape route seeing as you had sent that family down it. You’ll be damned if you get them caught. You could flee through the woods, but do you really want to chance getting lost?

Well, you suppose getting lost is better than facing the wrath of the Black General.

Before you have a chance to overthink it, you grab the woman by the front of her kefta and punch her in the nose as hard as physically possible. You shove her backwards, sending her sprawling against the dirt, and take off towards the back of your home, hearing her shout at the others to follow you.

You make it out the back door and start sprinting through the woods, the wind lashing at your cheeks and biting at your forearms where your sleeves are still rolled up. You can hear them getting closer, shouting at you and one another. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, beating fast and hard.

Until it slows drastically. So drastically that it has you gasping and tripping over your own feet, scraping your face and palms against the ground. The world spins and spots dance across your vision. You try to fight against it, pressing your hands together and trying to raise your heart rate again. You manage to make it back onto your feet, stumbling and using the trees around you to keep yourself upright. You turn and lock eyes with one of the heartrenders, the one that’s currently trying to put you to sleep. He looks surprised and a little horrified by the fact that you’re still standing and you smirk at him, mimicking the position of his hands. You focus on a specific part of his brain, making it release a chemical you know will make him tired while lowering his heart rate and slowing his breathing all at once. He falls to the ground in seconds.

You breathe in a breath of relief as his hold on your body is broken, though it’s short lived. The other heartrender takes his place, knocking the wind out of your lungs and forcing you to the ground. You blink your eyes slowly, gasping as you watch a pair of boots enter your line of sight. The person rolls you over and you find yourself looking up at the squaller. There’s a fair amount of blood trickling from her nose and you note that she looks royally pissed off.

“Fuck you.” It’s slurred and really doesn’t help you, but it feels good watching her face screw up into a scowl.

“Finish the job, Ivan.” The heartrender that’s still standing steps forward and before you can even begin to protest, consciousness slips from your grasp.

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You aren't sure how much time has passed when you wake, but your head is pounding and your mouth is dry. With a groan, you roll onto your back and press a hand to your head, startling when your other smacks you in the forehead. You peel your eyes open and when your hands finally come into focus, you realize you're in shackles, a metal bar separating your hands to prevent you from using your small science. It's then that your memory returns to you and the panic starts to set in.

You sit up with a gasp, scooting back—despite how much your palms sting—to lean against the wall as you take in your surroundings. The cell you're in is cold, the stone walls and dirt floor doing absolutely nothing to insulate the room. There's a long corridor beyond the bars with more cells on either wall, though they're all empty. There's a large wooden door at the other end of the hall, you assume that's the only way in or out.

You shiver, pulling your knees to your chest in an attempt to preserve your body heat. You attempt to touch your hands together so you can at least warm yourself up, but to no avail. After failing for the fifth time, you huff, wiping away the tears of frustration that have gathered on your waterline.

The heavy door you had noted earlier swings open with a bang, startling you beyond belief. Your eyes blow wide at the sight of the man practically stalking towards you. From the solid black shade of his kefta, you know that this is the infamous General Kirigan. You can’t read his expression, but you’re sure he can’t be happy. One of the heartrenders that had captured you—Ivan, you think his name is—accompanies him. It isn’t long before he reaches your cell, looming over you from your place on the floor.

“So, you’re the woman that’s been smuggling Grisha out of Ravka.” His voice is smooth and confident as he watches you glare at him.

“I have done no such thing.” You state firmly, watching him quirk a brow at you, “I run a clinic. I treat patients and let them stay when needed. What they do after they leave my home is none of my business.”

He’s silent for a moment. He seems to be analyzing you and you wish you knew what was going on in his head.

“I heard you put up quite the fight,” He starts and you wonder where he’s going with this, “You broke Zoya’s nose.”

“So that’s her name.” You smile passive aggressively, “I would apologize, but I’m not one to lie.”

He stares at you curiously. You squirm a bit under the intensity of his gaze, but you don’t seem scared, “You also managed to overpower one of my Oprichnik. The heartrender. Do you remember?”

“The one that tried to sedate me? Yes, I remember.” You huff, glancing away from him, “Listen, if you’re going to kill me, you might as well get it over with.” He huffs a small laugh at your words. It feels a little condescending, even more so when he looks at you with mild amusement.

“I’m not going to kill you, miss L/n. You,” he looks you up and down, “Intrigue me.”

“You’re keeping me alive because I’m interesting?” You scoff and stare at him incredulously, word saturated with sarcasm, “Oh, you really are so generous, General Kirigan.” You shake your head with a wry laugh, “If you aren’t going to kill me, what are you going to do with me?”

He looks to Ivan and jerks his head toward the door to your cell. You watch as the heartrender unlocks and opens it.

“I plan to make you an Oprichnik.”

“You what?” You gawk at him as Ivan pulls you up from the floor. This has to be some kind of fever dream. He must be lying. Maybe he’s planning to make an example of you. Maybe he’s misleading you so you’ll go with him willingly, “Why?”

“I don’t believe I owe you an explanation.” Like hell he doesn’t, “All you need to know right now is that you’ll be staying here awhile.”

“Where exactly is here?” You ask as Ivan takes your arm and begins leading you down the hall, the General falling into line a few paces ahead of you.

“The Little Palace.” Your eyes damn near fall out of your skull. You must have been asleep for days if they transported you all the way from Duva to Os Alta.

They lead you up a spiral staircase and down several hallways. You can’t help but admire the interior design of the place as you go. You’ve heard stories of the Little Palace but you realize now that they’re either grossly exaggerated or don’t do it justice. Whoever designed it has impeccable taste

As you pass people in the halls, they whisper amongst themselves. You make a point of glowering at them until they look away. You don’t intend to be here for long, but you find a bit of amusement watching them squirm under your gaze. You can only imagine the rumours that have formed in the time you’ve been unconscious.

Eventually, you come to a large set of doors with flowers and vines carved into the wood, a theme that seems to be common throughout the whole place. When the General pushes them open, you find yourself walking down yet another hallway, though this one has doors lining either side.  He stops you at the fifth door to the right, unlocking the door with a small key and pushing it open. Ivan practically shoves you through the doorway and you shoot him a deadly look, though he seems unfazed. You turn your attention back to the room and find it is nothing like you were expecting.

It’s a fair size, a single bed pressed up against the far wall. There’s a small dresser that doubles as a bedside table against the wall to your left and a bare desk to your right. Just byond the desk, there's a door that leads to what you can only assume is a bathroom. One that you pray has a shower considering the dirt and grime that cakes your arms and face.

“This will be your dormitory.” You startle, and when you turn to look at him you realize Ivan is no longer next to him. You stare at him like he’s gone mad. This has to be some kind of cruel joke, “You’ll find your kefta in the top drawer of your dresser. You’ll be expected in the anatomy room at eight bells tomorrow morning. Until then, you’re free to explore the palace.”

“You’re fucking with me.” You blurt, immediately regretting the words the second they leave your mouth.

He laughs, and for a moment he feels human, “I assure you, miss L/n. I am not ‘fucking with you’, as you so eloquently put it.”

He reaches out to give you the key and you glance between him and the object nervously before taking it from him. You push aside the fact that he just swore in favour of asking, “Then why are you being so… nice?”

“Despite what you may have heard, I am not a monster.” A large part of you doesn’t believe him, sensing he has some ulterior motive for keeping you alive, “I know you don’t believe me, which is fair considering the circumstances.” Saints, can he read minds now?  “But I assure you, as long as you do as you’re told, no harm will come to you. Understood?”

In other words, he’ll keep you alive as long as you don’t become a problem. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but you nod, “Yes, General.”

“Good.” He nods back, “I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything from me, find Ivan or Fedyor. They’ll know where to find me.”

You have no idea who Fedyor is, but you nod nonetheless before he closes your door, leaving you alone in a deafening silence. Dropping the key into a little ceramic dish on top of your dresser, you flop down onto the bed, the mattress firmer than the one you have at home. You sigh, rolling over onto your back with an arm thrown over your eyes.

How the hell are you going to get yourself out of this?

[xdeariex]

too late

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summary: peter plans a getaway trip to treat you but doesn't show. fem!reader, both reader & peter are like early twenties (let's just pretend that's when tony recruited peter.)

word count: 1645 (still kind of a blurb, idrk where i was going with this)

warnings: angst, swearing that's basically it

a/n: definitely inspired by the opening scene of the movie 'american ultra' also, i haven't posted in a long time and i wrote this at like 3 am so just give me a little time to edit

you weren't sure how much hope you had for the unforeseeable future. or even the future that held just a few hours ahead.

having a boyfriend like peter, everything was uncertain. and no, it wasn't just to take a dig at him, you loved him with all your heart and knew what you were getting into when you decided to stay with him after finding out he was spider-man.

the missed dates, missed calls, texts, and events. the missed time together. you were amazingly understanding, it came as a surprise to not only you but peter as well.

still, this didn't mean that you didn't find yourself disappointed sometimes.

it all started as peter's idea. a trip. not just a day trip or a few-hour road trip. an actual trip, a getaway. somewhere it would feel like only the two of you existed. no criminals, no stress, only you two.

and normally one would think if it was peter's idea, and the trip didn't pull through, then it must've been you, you were the one who flaked. but that wasn't true.

seated in the airport terminal, your leg wouldn't stop bouncing. you chewed at your fingernails, anxiety taking you out in waves. the tears were burning your eyes but there was no way you were going to cry in public like this.

especially when you knew this would happen. in fact, you expected it to happen. it was too good to be true. every fiber in your body was fighting against acting upon the rage filling you with each passing second. and as the final call for your flight was forced to be ignored by you, you huffed out a breath, lifting out of your seat and rolling your suitcase with you to the exit.

'i'll meet you at the airport' he said.

that should've been the first sign he wasn't coming.

peter already felt guilty. so guilty, he felt physically sick. to make matters worse, he was late. doing what? he wasn't out assisting the police in a car chase, or stopping some wanna-be criminal from stealing the purse out of some poor lady's car in the middle of the day. instead, he was pacing on the roof of your apartment. his chest rising and falling as he felt his own anxiousness suffocating him.

he couldn't lessen the worry of what would happen while he was gone. there were people that depended on him, a whole city, tony. could he just leave it all behind? and what about when we got back? will everyone have turned on him for not being here?

"fuck," he kept mumbling over and over, migraine absolutely killing him. his hands were shaking profusely. no matter how hard he gripped one in the other, the shakes wouldn't stop, nerves flowing through him rapidly. this weight was crushing him second by second - and the more peter pictured you, confused, alone, angry even- it got heavier.

he had the decision to make, and fast.

unfortunately, he didn't make the deadline. he subconsciously made his choice and now would have to pay the price when he saw the look on his girlfriend's face.

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a voice in the back of your head kept urging you to do nothing but pay attention to the road.

he was sitting right next to you in the passenger seat and although he was completely silent, his presence weighed a heavy tension between you both. so thick you could slice it with a knife. and what you'd give to do just that.

"y/n, i'm sorry." he finally broke the silence, voice shaky. you didn't even want to know if he was looking at you or not.

"it's okay." your voice was sweet and convincing. a part of you just wanted to convince him so you could convince yourself as well.

he eyed the promise ring on your finger, he remembered picking up a (less than) part time job in order to save up for that ring. he got fired right after he bought it. your birthstone sat on the band of the ring and in the right light, it really did look beautiful. but the beautiful image was soon squandered when he saw your knuckles. white, from gripping the wheel so hard.

"i-it's not." he finally replied.

he wanted you to know that he already know's he fucked up, he's aware. he wants you to know that he cares about you more than words could explain and not even all the sorry's in the world could cover how fucking sorry he is.

"peter, i said it's fine," you said in the same tone as the first time.

"no, it's not fine." he persisted.

"i really wanted to do this for you, you know? i researched what hotels were best to go to, the restaurants, the stores… i know you would've loved to drag me to all of them." at this point he was rambling on to himself. "i fucked up, i ruined it."

"you didn't ruin it." you shook your head, trying to get him to just… stop.

but now you knew he was looking at you. he could see your eyes glassing over, although you were trying your hardest to blink them back without blurring your vision. you knew he wouldn't let up until you gave him some sort of reaction but what were you supposed to do? what would getting upset do other than put you both in an uncomfortable position neither of you wanted to be in?

"you should be mad at me-"

"i'm not." you interrupted, glancing over at him for just a second.

"well, why not?" he nearly spluttered out.

"it's not your fault, peter. i mean you have a lot on your plate, it's not easy to just walk away-"

"seriously?"

"what do you want me to say? it's… it's alot! is it not? isn't that why we're going back home?"

you didn't mean that in a passive-aggressive way. more of an 'i'm trying to understand you' way. but peter picked at whatever he could get.

"no, we're going back home 'cause i fucked up more times than i can count. it's my fault, i ruined this for us."

"don't-" you took a deep breath, thanking whatever god was to bless you for only being a couple of miles from home. "don't say that, alright? it's okay. i promise."

those were the last words spoken for the remained of the ride. pulling into the driveway, you swiftly turned the key out of the ignition and rushed out of the car, not worried about the luggage.

still, peter called out. "i'll get the bags." before you slammed your door and made a quick beeline for the front door of your apartment.

in the few seconds, you had to yourself, you choked down any emotion, hoping to finally just convince peter that you weren't mad. you really weren't, you didn't feel as mad as you did at the airport. you were just... disappointed. anyone would be if they planned a trip to Hawaii with their partner and their partner didn't show.

you shook your head as if that would rid you of your thoughts. every time you tried to reason with the situation, it just made peter seem bad and you didn't want that- you understood.

when he stumbled in with the suitcases, you looked at him blankly for a moment, thinking of what to say or do. nothing came to mind. you took your suitcase from his hands and went to your room, hoping to unpack both your luggage and your mind.

there was truly nothing more to say, you're already told him you weren't mad (though he didn't believe a single word of it).

setting the suitcase on your bed and unzipping it, you looked down at what you had packed. a couple bathing suits, nothing too extra (you intended on just pulling it together with a sheer coverup), casual outfits - summer outfits. one's you could no longer wear at this time given it was fall in new york and the weather was less than forgiving. packed at the bottom of the luggage was the ugliest palm tree button-up you'd ever seen in your life. peter insisted you buy matching ones, claiming it'd make the cutest picture, the cutest memory.

"ah, what the fuck?" you sighed out, the heel of your palm pressing down on your eyes as you tried desperately not to cry.

"i knew it," you were startled by peter's voice behind you. "you are upset." his voice cracked, walking over to you and pushing your suitcase out of the way. he sat in the spot now, looking up at the way you towered over him. "I want you to be upset with me."

"peter, stop it."

"no, I won't. it's not fair to you."

"it's not going to help either of us if I lash out at you." you brought your hand up to his hair, pushing back the curls falling in his eyes. it reminded you of how you two sat up late last night debating if you should give him a haircut, make it more manageable before you left. clearly, you both decided against it. you didn't mind, you loved his hair longer.

with nothing blocking your view now, you could see in his eyes. you could practically feel the guilt radiating from him and if you chose to ignore it before, that sad, desperate look in his eyes only struck you harder.

"i just..." he choked on his words, letting his head fall to your chest, words now muffled by your clothes. "I'm really, really sorry, baby." he apologized for quite literally the millionth time.

"pete. it's okay."

"you deserve so much better."

"oh, so i have a man telling me my worth now?" you teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

"i'll make it up to you." he looked up at you again. "I fucking... i swear, I promise. i mean it this time, I do."

"i know you do, baby."

"i love you."

"i love you too, peter."

you had no doubt he meant it, you just weren't sure how he was going to keep to his word this time. or if he was even going to.

[regularme12]

Terrick tickles

A/N: I'm making this bc the last episode hurt me sm, and I can't see them NOT getting tgt😫. Sry if some of the words are misspelled, I have acrylics on and it's hard to type with 😭.

Summary: Trevor and Derrick finally gets some alone time from the other campers, and Crystal. So what better way to spend it with some good ol' bonding.

Trevor and Derrick both sat in the tent awkwardly, nothing to say, nothing to do, totally bored out of their fucking mind. But the silence was soon broken when Trevor spoke, but then cut off by Derrick.

"So-" Trevor.

"Any-" Derrick.

They both looked at each other, than laughed awkwardly. "Hahah, sry, u can go, Trev."

"Hahaha, so anyways, what do u wanna do? Now that Crystal is hosting another game." This couldn't get any more weirder Trevor was thinking. He loves Derrick so fucking much, he j wants to lean in and kiss them soft... delicate... lips- WAIT! What was he even thinking?! Derrick's probably not even into him, let alone gay! But still, that's all he was thinking about...

"Idrk, man. Wish Crystal was here, then we'd have a blast, huh?" Derrick thought out loud. But that only made Trevor sad that his lover don't even think he was fun at all, just a stick in the mud.

"Oh, u really want her here, I assume."

Derrick looked at the taller one with confusion written all over his face. "He seems sad abt that." the shorter one thought. Then he looked down to Trev's clothes, and saw a thread hanging from his everyday wear. Then he decided to pull up, but he pinched so close to his side that it made Trevor jump and swing to the other side. "Woah, what was that?!" And it was clear that the latter looked super embarrassed, his face was tomato red, and his eyes would pop out any second.

"It-It was nothing."

Ans wiyh the cherry on top, Derrick had a sly smirk and he kept invhing forward. "Is someone..."

"No! Don't come any closer Derrick, I'm warning u..."

He kept going, "...ticklish?" Then that's when he struck. He jumped on his friend, pinning him down, kneading the latter's hips.

"Gajahhah, Derrick, nohohoho!!!" He kept writjering away, to no avail.

"Awww, is the lil Trevor tickwish on his hips???"

"Dohohohn't talk in that vohohohoice, Derrick!! Ahahahah!!!"

Trevor then moved on to his ribs, digging his thumbs in and moving them around. "Come on Trevor, don't tell me teasing gets you all riled up."

"Ihihit DohohoEsN'T!! Ihihi just, Ihihihi DON'T KNOW!! DERRICK NOT THEHEHEHEERRE!!" He started arching his back and falling on the ground.

"Wowww, your armpits are heavily ticklish, huh? You want me to stay here? Or go somehwere else?~" Derrick is circling the outside of his armpits, keeping him in suspense while he was thinking of the answer.

"Gohoho somewhere elehehehse, please..." Trev started fidigting with his fingers, while lightly giggling.

Derrick started staring at his lee's teary eyes, red cheeks, and his sweaty face. No way he's getting turned on... is he?

His trance was broken when Trevor spoke up, "Uh, Derrick?" Trev's eyes were halfway open, and halfway shut. He was kinda squinting, but not really.

"Oh. Sorry, here let me go... to this spot. Your belly button." He lightly traced his finger nail down the sweaty body and dug into his navel.

"AH!! Deheheherrrick!! Gahahahah!!" Trevor wiggled side to side, but made no effort to acctually stop.

"Wow, you're enjoying yourself aren't ya?" Derrick lightly circled inside his innie, waiting for a response.

"Whahat?! Nohoho way!!" But it was clear that that was a lie.

"What do you mean, no way? I let your arms go free, and u haven't made a move to push my arms away, nor were you telling me to stop. I'm no genius, but even I can tell you like this."

"Ihihihi do not lihihihike it!!" But still, all he did was wriggled side to side with his hands inclosing the other's wrists.

"Awww, come on you like it when I circle your belly button, or draw teasy patterns on your ticklish tummy, or claw the inside of your hollow armpits, or..."

"DAMN IT!! Juhuhust stop, Dehehehrrick!!"

"Stop what, the tickling or the teasing?" Derrick knows Trevor would pick the teasing, but still, the lee had other plans in mind. Not good ones, but he definitely said them.

"Fuhuhuck you, Derrick."

"I don't think you're in a position to be snarky, remember who's under who." And with that, Derrick brought his hands down to the latter's inner thighs, and needed them.

"GAH!! *Squeak* NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! NOHOHOT FUHUHUCKING THERE, DEHEHEHRRICK!!" Now it's becoming real. Trevor started hiccuping, squeaking, and screaming. Then he brought his free hands and kneaded Derrick's hips. Derrick yelped and jumped.

"GAH! Dohohon't fucking tickle me you jerk!" The ler grabbed the lee's hands and sat on them. Trevor might be the taller one, but Derrick wins with the strength. "Don't expect me to go lightly on you now, this is war."

Trevor finally got himself in some deeper shit then before. He was having a hard time now, but when Derrick said that? Oh, he is praying for his down fall right now. "Wait, Wait, wait, Derrick please!!! I'm sorry all right? It's just... my thighs are my absolute worse, I can't control myself, and me tickling you was a fight or flight response. I mean no harm, honest!! And it's not like I done wjat you're doing right now!! This is way worse!! It's Torture!!"

"Wow, Trevor. Hahaha, you said everything and nothing at the same time. If this is torture like you said, then you shoulda told me to stop from the get go. So be prepared for the worse has yet to come!!" Then it did, he clawed his inner thighs so hard the lee was crying and screaming. How no one came to check up on them, was a mystery.

"*Long pause* OK! OHOHOKAY!! DEHEHEHERRICK I'M SOJOHOJORRY!!! JUHUHUST PLEASE STHOHOHOP!! I CAN'T TAHAHAHKE NO MORE!!!" There was the word Derrick wanted to hear.

He stopped tickling him, and moved lower down where he was sitting on Trevor's thighs. Trevor layed there breathlessly, Derrick, on the other hand, brought his hand up to wipe away his tears. Trevor flinched then relaxed after he found out what his crush was doing. "Easy buddy, it's ok, I'm sorry I went over board."

Trevor took a moment of silence, waited flr his breathing to go back to normal, then he sat up. They locked eyes, it was silent. The only thing they can hear is the sound of people arguing and fighting. Yep, it was another challenge, guess they gotta go and help, right? But then, all of a sudden, Derrick leaned in, and closed his eyes, while Trevor did the same. It was a passionate one, and a dreamy one at that. Crystal walked in to see what's taking them so long, but she was stopped in her tracks after finding this display. "Well, guess I gotta go do this one on my own then." She thought, walked away, and smiled.

Secrets aren't meant to be shared, so she didn't tell anyone what happened, not even the love birds themselves.

[impercre]

different anon, that’s an extremely unpopular opinion re: sam reid (who has never stated his sexuality or discussed his dating history and is v much rumored to be bi) and idrk what u mean. he isn’t old? and it’s not about whether you find him attractive or not… i’m just slightly confused as a bi person myself and with this fandom being largely queer bc i’ve never heard such a take before

So two things my anonymous friend I did ask that these discussions be taken off anon because I don’t mind debate/arguments it gets squirrely trying to discuss things when I don’t know who I’m taking to or am having to address the ~multitude~. So anon will be turned off after I answer this.

As for Sam Reid I’m not super interested in his real life sexuality or his statements on it. My issue is with the performance and how Lestat is written on the show it feels false to me as a queer person. Contrast with Louis/Armand with this past season that does ring true to some relationships I’ve been in and known that can get crazy toxic. Also when I referred to the old white man that was really more directed toward the writing and direction. It feels off to me. Now this /might/ be a generational thing or even regional but when watching Sam’s performance it never rings true to me, even his rockstar look feels like a bad costume. And again I want to reiterate this has nothing to do with Sam Reid actual human, I am just not vibing with all the elements (performance, writing, direction) that are going into this Lestat.

[im-smart-i-swear]

What's Tashi's relationship with Webby and Taka like? Cause while I can imagine him being just as protective and smothering, as he's with Stick (maybe a bit less) I can't imagine Webby just letting him do it without having a thousand and one complaints, like I feel like she'll be much more assertive and confrontential than Stick is

thats a great question!!

first of all i think tashis relationship with stick specifically is a bit diffrent - idrk how to phrase it but basically tashi was his role model for a while and he had a lot of respect for him growing up. so theres this weird air of... expectation, almost? the two of them were really close when stick was younger and that coupled with how tashi still percieves him as a helpless confused kid makes their relationship a lot weirder...

with ryou (taka) hes obviously very protective and smothering, bc thats A BABY!!!!! ryou takes it well for the most part i think, at least before becoming a teen - hes the youngest, he likes attention and being papmered (most of the time)<3 also, by the time ryou is around 13-14 tashi is already starting to get a bit better after the whole stick fiasco, so its also that his older siblings sorta made his life easier? bc now tashi knows what he did wrong and is trying to not make the same mistakes again(not to say he doesnt fuck up at all tho!! he does! a lot!!! but at least its not nearly as catastrophic as w stick lol, and hes just one of MANY adults in ryous life, so it evens out more).

also, bc of how young ryou was, he didn't really fully comprehend just how bad tashi was getting at the time, and that helped him a bit? when we're young we dont really see our caretakers as people who are flawed and make mistakes. that comes w age. and i think it was very confusing for ryou to realise that the man who raised him since he was five is NOT some sort of a wise higher being but instead just. a messy guy. who is a bit cringe. so i think ryou lets him pamper him a bit (it helps that he is not that good w people and would rather stick to ppl he already knows), bc he knows neither webby or stickbug will let tashi do that. its annoying sometimes, but ryou is way better at establishing boundaries than stick was, so they get through it somehow.

webby has always been pretty independent (or at least tried very hard to appear as such) and she does NOT handle tashi being overbearing well AT ALL. out of the kids she has always had the least respect for tashi and the other adults in her life, so her relationship w tashi was a bit more levelled? equal? ever since the beginning she was pretty good at being assertive (and was a huge help to stick when he was figuring out the whole 'setting boundaries' thing), and that helped her wriggle out of tashis hold, at least partially. she was also whole-heatedly on sticks side when he was getting sick of tashis shit and she WILL yell at him whenever does or says anything stupid.

she still loves him tho. they all do, in diffrent ways, and they want him to be happy, despite his parenting being less than stellar a lot of the time. i think the thing that allows their relationships w him (and bud and soup too) to heal and strenghten in the end was them just simply GROWING UP. when the power dynamic of tashi as a caretaker was gone, they could finally start seeing each other as people! yay!!

sorry if this answer is more messy than usual lol!!

[copicwritesblabberblahs]

PILLOW MASSACRE

📌 TomTord story? This is the 3rd part but idrk how I feel about them yet, I just thought this part was funny

Alcohol, hangover

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The first rays of sun hit Tord as they always did, a natural alarm for him to wake up and start his day. Yet, he realised as he began to sit up that he was in fact, not alone. Someone was lying on the latter half of his bed, sleeping soundly. They had apparently not heard Tord's gasp as he noticed this 'second presence'. He hadn't been /that/ drunk, he thought. Sure, he had been arguably tipsy but still not drunk enough to wake up with someone in his bed.

The thought of simply getting up and leaving crossed his mind, maybe it was best to deal with it later, when all of a sudden the figure moved. The person shuffled enough to make their face visible to poor, unsuspecting Tord.

Fuck.

It very quickly dawned on him, as Tom rolled over to his left side and sighed contently. This wasn't even Tord's room. Books thrown everywhere, metal band posters hanging on every wall, a black bass in the farthest corner; this... was Tom's room. His eyes dashed around for any kind of explanation as to why he had woken up in the bed of a man who'd rather jump off a cliff than admit they were actually friends. To top it off, the first tells of a hangover hit Tord like a truck and he was honestly unsure of what to do now.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, causing Tord to jump in surprise.

"Tom? You awake yet?" A concerned voice rang from the other side. A sinking feeling arose in Tord's stomach as he realised it was Edd knocking. "Listen, I get that you're hungover as fuck or whatever, but it's 1 in the goddamn afternoon so, wake up."

I really hope he doesn't, Tord thought.

"..Tord.?" A voice mumbled beside him.

Too late.

"What'r you-.." Tom muttered, slowly propping himself on his elbows. He studied Tord for a bit. Then blinked. Then that 'oh-shit' look dawned on him.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!?" Tom screamed. Within a second, Tord was diving for cover as Tom chucked a pillow aimed for him. He threw his hands over his head as Tom proceeded to beat the shit outta him with a second pillow.

The door flew open, and Edd walked in on what was probably the most confusing scene he had ever come across. Tord was curled up on the floor screaming while Tom was hitting him repeatedly with a pillow. Had it been easier not to burst out into a fit of laughter, Edd wouldn't have collapsed on the spot. It was only then that the pair had even realised that Edd had walked in at all, both stopping to stare as the brunette wheezed incomprehensible phrases.

Cut to 10 minutes later, a broken Edd is dragged down the stairs by Matt, still laughing everytime he tried to explain why he was crying profusely. Eventually, Matt gave up on ever getting anything out of Edd and turned to Tom and Tord, who stood shoulder to shoulder like children being scolded.

"It's nothing Matt. Really. Just another dumb fight." Tom assured him. The brit turned to Tord for moral support if anything, but unfortunately, Tord had zoned out and missed what Tom had even said. He immediately thought Tom had tried to pin everything on him. The only way to survive was to retaliate.

"He started it." Tord blurted out of impulse.

Tom just... looked at him.

"What are you, five?" Matt laughed.

"He did! He whacked me half to death with a pillow!" Tord said indignantly. Then he felt a sharp pain in his side as he realised Tom was nudging him with his elbow.

Oh.

"I-I mean," Tord stuttered "He whacked me half to death sure, but I mean.. y'know it was only HALF-way. So technically, he was tryi- WASN'T trying to kill me. It was- Kinda, s'like, just a normal.. TOTALLY unprovoked y'know.. pillow.... beating."

Grrreaat. Good job Tord, flawless delivery. Though, Matt didn't seem to care. Despite Tord's horrible attempt at lying, the ginger simply sighed heavily, rolled his eyes.. and that was that. Who knew lying was so easy.

Tom took off as well, making a beeline for the coffee machine. Tord wondered if the brit remembered the events of last night, if the explanation for the outcome they woke up to, had struck him yet. Tom had definetly realised something though, Tord saw it in his face before the pillow massacre had begun. What that was exactly; why Tom had woken up with Tord in his bed or why he had even let Tord into his room to begin with; he had no idea. All he knew was that he had to talk to Tom. Clear up any confusion so as to prevent any future pillow attacks.

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Should I put up the other two parts???

[samyanggs]

“You lied to me! You deceived me!”

Character: Jack the Ripper

Fandom: ror/snv

Prompt: idrk but angst

Warning: angst, gore(?), violence(?) not done to you but is implied since murder yk

I’m getting rusty with writing angst so I’m sorry if it’s not good, slightly ooc again don’t be afraid to reach out for whatever reason and I hope you enjoy reading this reader uses they/them prns im writing this while on the way to school so don’t mind the mistakes or how this might be a bit short

Jack the Ripper an infamous killer that no one knew the identity off. The entire police force was after him, trying to track him down after he murdered innocent women, prostitutes to be exact. The same Jack the Ripper that enjoyed eating apple pie. The same Jack the Ripper who had a partner waiting at home, waiting for him to get back from wherever he was or whatever he was doing. However, all of that changed when his partner had found out who he truly was after accidentally finding the knifes he used to murder people. The same Jack the Ripper was standing in front of their partner fighting with them. Of course, Jack had grown too attached and had taken a big liking to their partner. He wouldn’t dream of ever hurting them.. but they were being so stubborn now.. trembling, shouting back and arguing with him.

“You Lied to me!” They yelled at him, tears threatening to stream down their face in anger, sadness and terror. “You told me that you weren’t a bad person!” They yelled clenching their fist tightly, crescents shaping and marking their skin. “You deceived me!”

Jack gritted his teeth, “you tried to deceive me-“ clenching his fist but making no move to do anything, staying rooted to the ground. His love for them goes over everything he believed in. If they were anybody else, they would’ve been dead. A slit to their throat and everything would go back to normal again- no. Normal was when they didn’t find out that he was Jack The Ripper.. normal was when they knew Jack. He argued back.

“I’m tired of listening to you!” They yelled out in anger, there it is.. the colour he dreaded the day you would have.. the colour of anger, hurt and.. fear.. he sharply took in a breath as he watched the colours form and wash over their entire body. He hoped that they could maybe, just maybe, still have some colour of hope, forgiveness and love in them but he couldn’t see it anywhere.

“You gave me your heart you know, your love..” He said back, gritting his teeth. He saw them flare with anger and irritation and he felt a pang in his chest.

“And I’d like it back-“

“You’d like me to hand it back whole again.. but I won’t..” he said looking away and down to the floor. He couldn’t handle looking at them, their eyes that he fell in love with.. and their colour.. oh how drenched it was in anger, pain and fear.. he’d never wished for those colours to stain their perfect colour that they once had with him.. he wished for those colours back so dearly he’d do anything to see those colours again..

“You’ll live a long time yet ___ an eternity without me. You will look in the faces of passersby, hoping for something that will for an instant bring me back to you.” They looked at him confused on what he meant by that either way they weren’t having it, opening their mouth to speak again- but he cut them off.

“You’ll find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them. There will be no answer.” He said finally looking at them in the eye. They took in a breath after seeing the hurt in his eyes. They reasoned that this man was a murderer.. but he’s still human too.. and throughout the times they both had been together, he acted like he truly loved them. They shook their head, disbanding those thoughts. They demanded that he leave their home and he complied taking his coat, knifes and hat. He went to the door and held the handle to it. He looked back one last time.

“Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did, a brave thing.”

“You dare to talk of bravery-“

“What else do we have to talk about, ___?” He said before opening the door to their used to be shared home. “I wish you the best in life..” he said not looking back and leaving the door. They watched as the door closed behind him and they were left alone.. in the, now, cold and lonely house they once used to call home.

[sadbigemini]

MHA prompts coming in hot... or something lol just two short ones

CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER!!

Imaginary Friends: Midoriya Izuku has a mental quirk that can materialize fictional characters. But only his interpretations of them like how he perceives them. So, his HCs and everything apply to his imaginary friends.

Vigilante Mido.

He's raised by his quirk by like Batman or maybe Ironman! How does this happen? Idk lol

This means he won't be lonely from no friends too

Mido or one of Mido's friends telling 1-A his quirk isn't a party trick and that they should stop treating it as such.

He could say 'Pikachu! I choose you!' lol and have Pikachu fight alongside him

‘Fictional’ Friends

Idrk what to call this one?? Fated? Fate? Idk man

Midoriya Izuku stress manifests a mental summoning quirk to those he's soul bonded to in this and other universes.

This means he won't be lonely again lol

Depending on the strength of the bond, Mido's soulmates can teleport to him themselves if they please. This could mean it strengthens after meeting and their relationship progresses or just it being different soul bonds (i.e familial would be stronger than platonic or whatnot).

Though no how the bond manifested (i.e soulmarks, first words, or pain sharing). IN ALL HONESTY I don't remember what I meant by this lmao

Soul bonds are up for interpretation on both sides (...though not everyone interprets them right at first, some don't until at death's door, yikes)! Because soulmates are people who are fated to enter your life at some point and impact it in whatever way you need (no matter how long it takes). And they can't die before they make an impact on you/your life and vice versa! Soul bonds can be broken or abused, unfortunately…

Like Midoriya seeing ‘Kacchan’ as his fated friend or brother while Baku sees him as his fated enemy. Which confuses Bakugou bc why is his enemy so weak? That Deku must be looking down on him! Toying with him! –yikes…

[fullsunstrawberry]

hey love!! i have a LOT to say... so buckle in

one- new layout!

two- boyfriend is back from japan i missed him way too much 😅

three- FAMILY DRAMA?!

my oldest brother has always been an asshole, ive also never been that close to him anyway, but he's still an asshole

and my middle brother is like literally my best friend and loves my boyfriend as well so yk we super close and shit

SO MY OLDEST BROTHER was talking shit about my relationship around my middle brother and my brother slapped him in the face (or maybe punched idek the whole story) so now everyone is like so confused and stuff (including me) and kao feels so bad bc he feels like he started it even tho its not his fault 😭 and my middle brother is stressing out bc he just "ruined his whole relationship with his brother" and my older brother... well idrk about him bc we talk only when we need to

anyway so today like at 12 the fam scheduled a zoom meeting so i can talk to everyone to try and see whats going on yk and there was this big argument between my mom and my oldest bro and now everything is so tense and stuff... BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE my exams are done and now i can focus on more things other than math and econ (regretting my major choices HARD rn)

hows your school and stuff? pls stay safe and drink lots of water <33

(omg whenever i ask someone about school i feel old)

i have so many stories i need to tell you but im going to hold it in so i dont write a whole novel

(sorry for my grammar and stuff i do math for a reason man)

THIS WAS BASICALLY A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE!!

i’m buckled in 🫡

firstly: you’re new layout is so cute <3

secondly: ahhh i’m picturing the romantic airport reunion! like running to each other at the airport 😍

NOW HERES THE TEA 🍵 🫖 !! I STAN YOUR MIDDLE BROTHER!! hopefully your oldest brother can see how much of a shit he was being and apologize. Also idk which brother’s wedding your planning but he should either be thankful because a. you’re putting so much effort to help one of your brothers and shut his mouth or b. your planning his wedding so he should shut his mouth…either way he should be quiet 🤐

^^this gets me heated cause i have a good relationship with my only sibling and i would never talk shit about his girlfriend :( !!

eyyy i forgot it’s exam season and i’m regretting not studying because my exams are next week 😢 YOURE MAJORING IN MATH AND ECON??? you’re stronger than me 😰 i’m basically failing calculus rn…i’m a business major basically meaning i don’t know what do do with my life yet hahaha

school right now is basically the calm before the storm, all the teachers are rushing to get everything done before all the exams go down and finalizing all my college stuff…i’m planning on going on hiatus for a week or two during all my final exams but hopefully my haechan smau will be done by then 🤞🤞🤞 and I'll still be online and stuff just won’t be posting and texts/reactions gotta keep my sanity somehow

also it was bring your child to work day today and i never felt so old…

i’m a grammar.ly person so if my grammar is wrong i’ll blame it on the app being stupid,, the amount of times i re-read all my work to make sure everything is okay is honestly insane (if i say i haven’t read over what i’ve written it was because i was sleep deprived)

can’t wait to here all your stories <3 my life is kinda boring rn sooo i’m all ears 😍😍❤️

[gayness-and-mayhem]

Damn, I forgot how good 2010 Casualty was.