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soulwillower · 3 years

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semi-charming • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :) + AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH + don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au,

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional.

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that.

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake.

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise.

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door.

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes.

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either.

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music."

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off."

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding.

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give.

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in."

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it.

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him.

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?"

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms.

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?"

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person.

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst.

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg.

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall.

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!"

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him.

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either.

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts.

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet.

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack."

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf.

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot.

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you.

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip.

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane. "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly.

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth.

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away.

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid.

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh.

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from.

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done."

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated."

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly.

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are, i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk.

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out.

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you.

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you.

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own. "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving?

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants.

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes.

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down.

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate.

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once.

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure.

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?"

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to."

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock.

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back.

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly.

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan.

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums.

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out.

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce.

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building.

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours.

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

"you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to.

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already.

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple.

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours.

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close.

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters.

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall.

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous.

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease.

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him.

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calehenituseappreciation · 4 years

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i hc wilbur made tommy president because he planned to go and press the button while tommy spoke and kill him along with himself

wilbur wanted end all his unfinished symphonies and as the person who raised tommy- he raised him like he raised l'manberg. he doesnt care for fundy- not since he denounced him- so he wanted to end him :)

i need a fic where tommy is the one who goes to stop wilbur and wilbur fucking stabs him before pressing the button saying "it was never meant to be" tommy loses both first and last lives to that phrase

tommys last words are it was always meant to be fucking wilbur survives the explosion and has no one to kill him and now he has to live with the consqunces tommy becomes toast- short for ghost tommy i refuse to write so many letters each time- and immeditly looks for his older brothers and he finds wilbur first :) wilbur is exiled for his crimes and also out of fear- they tried to rehabilate him! they really did but then he freaked out over seeing toast... in a bad way.... and he and toast burned georges house on toast suggest (maybe we should burn something! that always helps me calm down!) this is after wilbur is trusted enough to be not... in a prison... after phil convinced them he needs help and toast tries his best ok- (WHO LEFT WILBUR WITH TOAST!) (I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME! I WAS ONLY LEAVING FOR FIVE MINUTES! AND RANBOO WAS THERE TOO!) and toast tries to go with but everyone is like "yeah no" and toast is like "whhhhyyy i just wanna stay with wilby!" and everytime anyone tries to tell tommy about the wrongs that have happened to him he screams and clutches his head in pain and everytime he comes back he doesnt remember the convo toast,,, is the most BABY toast calls everyone cutesy nicknames unironcially he calls eret rere toast, chriping happily: TECHIE!!!! tubbo: TOMMY STAY AWAY FROM HIM! toast, in a very lost and confused voice: why? techno, freaking out: tommy? toast: hi!!!!!!! im toast!!!!!! :D techno: lowkey ab to cry toast: NOOOOOOOO DUN CRI! toast: there there techie... i know what will help! tubbo, sighing: arson? toast: ARSON! phil comes just in time to find tommys dead body and l'manberg gone hes not around for the withers neither hes there just to see the crater and wilbur in chains with blood on his hands trying to off himself phil will forever blame himself for not making it in time :> dream: taking wilbur away in boat toast, floating behind the boat: o^o dream do you have any games on your phone .///^///. looks at exileinnit hmmm spins roulette wheel who should i hurt... i picked d all of the above they dont let toast go with him but because he is baby and you can't tell him what to do tubbo: sighs finally now that the exiles done toast can you- tubbo: looks up tubbo: GOADDAMN IT

toast is promptly kidnapped back to l'manberg the next day toast keeps going back tho and no one understands why- he literally killed him! why does he keep wanting to go back! (toasts unfinished buisness keeping him tied was helping wilbur and l'manberg- he loved wilbur even at his worst)

toast vibes around everyone but he stays with wilbur- where ever wilbur goes is where he builds his home

its shitty but its an 'ome Toast, teary eyed: Dad? Why does everyone hate Wilby? Why can't I be with him... Phil, with no idea what to do: niki bakes cakes with niki whenever hes in l'manberg he keeps accidently setting her bakery on fire but hes sMOL AND GIGGLES A LOT AND HE HAS FLOUR ON HE GODDAMN SELF toast is a part of mexican l'manberg i dont make the rules mexican dream: AYYYYYYYYY HOMIE toast, giggling: 'OMIE!!!!!

Toast is wholesome while everyone is literally willing to murder Wilbur while also trying to stop him from khs toast is just a very happy lovely child and cries whenever anyone is mean to 'his big brother wilby!' and so they all constantly glare daggers over toasts shoulder wherenever he cant see em meanwhile Phil is just dying inside because Tommy is a ghost by Wilbur's hands and Wilbur keeps trying to commit suicide and oh god what is he supposed to do- he simply avoids this struggle by avoiding them toast, waddling up to philza: papa do you have any games on your phone? all im saying is that tommy called phil papa before changing to dad or fathercraft phil,in the tired parent voice: tommy please sit down- just for five minutes- at least for 5 minutes toast: sits down and then proceeds to struggle to continue to sit but he must because dad told him to toast is just ADHD incarnate wilbur, trying to end himself: im gonna escape my consequences toast: HI!!!!! :D wilbur: FUCK ITS MY CONSEQUENCES toast,,,, is so baby Wilbur is just not allowed to have anything remotely sharp i like how theres so much angst and im just hyper focusing on ba yby dream uses toast the same way he uses ghostbur! :D toast doesnt realize of course even after wilbur tells him dream is bad but he keeps forgetting!!! Everyone: da baby Dream: how can I profit from this oh dream is manipulating wilbur btw wilbur: suffering toast: i made you a card toast trusts eret wholeheartedly and this hurts eret because she knows if toast remembered he probably wouldnt- they wanted redemption but not like this- not because of death Toast: you look cool Toast: you are friend now Eret: sobs I don't deserve this Toast: what did I do wrong Toast: how can I help friend!!!!! Eret: sobbing more toast looks at everyone says "ah! friend shaped!" if ur wondering wheres the angst toast is the angst- toast is just tommy without any bad memories and hes so different they thought he was happy before they thought he was fine tommy was hurt too but since he internalized it no one cared toast sees wilbur being sad and goes! i know what will help! n-not arson tho people dont like arson when you do it.... BUT ITS OKAY! I BROUGHT A FRIEND! shows friend, the sheep and wilbur just fucking sobs Toast is wholesome chaotic in a perfect mix- toast is tommy but without the 'asshole on purpose as a self defense mechanism" someone mentioned something about Tommy masking insecurities once Toast doesn't remember. and he's fine with that he doesn't have any insecurities toast hurts because in retrospect toast, meeting bad: WOAAAAAAH! YOU LOOK SO FUCKING COOL! bad: LANGUAGE! toast, cringing back, looking at the ground: ..sorry :( bad: ...you can swear toast: :D bad: once toast hasnt sworn since "hes saving it for special occasions" sometimes he accidently swears and immedtly gasps and looks at bad and bad just sighs and is like "its okay it was an accident" bad never would have thought itd take letting tommy swear for him to stop huh... its almost like... hes a child.... and the negetive reienforcement.... was doing more harm then good.... toast: exists in an amount of happiness no one has ever seen him in before everyone: pain how much pain was tommy in before? they thought tommy was happy- was... was he not happy? he's so unabashedly joyful and energetic looking back they can see how forced every laugh felt, every smile- He's not afraid to just talk to people, make new friends he became so much more cautious after Eret, had it really effected him that badly? He's open. He never lies about how he's feeling, never brushes anything away how much was Tommy hiding, how much pain, how much fear- It's chilling. bone chilling. There's no way to fix what's been lost. No way to apologize to who Tommy used to be, to try and make it better. None of them every bothered to see him as anything more than a nuisance, an annoying child or cannon fodder and they'll regret it for the rest of their lives everyone: having a mental crisis toast: GUYYYYSS!! I MADE ANOTHER FRIEND!!!

"Wilby?" Wilbur heard Tommys voice say in an innocent tone.

Was he hearing things? Tommy's dead. He killed him himself.

"Wilby why are you in prison?" The image of his little brother asked, "Did you commit arson without me?" it asked in a pout.

"TOMMY!" Tubbo yelled running into the cell where Wilbur was kept, going through the bars with ease, "Tommy get away from him!"

"But 'ubbo!!!! Wilby is 'ere!!!!" Tommy (?) said with a smile Wilbur hadn't seen since Tommy was a child.

"Tommy, I understand you don't remember anything right now but you need to come back over here!" Tubbo demanded and Tommy flinched

Wilbur was struck with the sudden realization that this isn't just his mind- no no it can't be- but Tubbo acknowledged him he has to- Wilbur reached his locked hands towards Tommy only for him to pass through him. What? No no it was just his imagination that makes sense.

"Oh sorry Wil! I'm kinda dead! I don't remember how i died... but i think im a ghostie!" Tommy said plainly, floating off the floor. Wilbur looked at him in confusion. Whats happening?

the first time toast sees the crater toast srceams in intense amount of pain- its so loud you can hear it all over the smp- and just dissapears for a few days before reappearing with no memories of what happened toast saying things tommy thought but never said- he calls eret "big brother" and eret fucking d i e s toast cals all the l'manbergians older siblings He's far too honest for anyone to handle tommy was always honest too but he learned from experince that honesty only lead to hurt Tommy was like an enderchest, you could never see beyond the exterior, everything inside was exclusive to him and him alone Toast is like when someone dies and all their fuckin items explode onto the ground. you just see everything and most of it was pain and everyone feels bad because they thought he was the only one uneffected that nothing had ever put a damper on his happiness and energetic smile- at what point had that smile became fake? also for angst reasons the last memory toast has is before the elections toast has uwu boy vibes but more chaotic toast goes to dream smp from logstedshire purely for sam nook toast starts making his hotel since he sees nobody has a home (including dream LMAO) (and he wants to make a safe place since everyone keeps saying something about war) and wants to make one and asks sam for help since apparently hes good at building and sam lets him pay after he finishs the hotel and sam nook is there since day one because i dont think i could handle a world without sam nook toast: biting everyone tubbo: wHY DO YOU DO THAT?????? toast: once techie bit all the cupcakes and then said it was his cuz he bit it so im biting everyone to show their mine!!!!! tubbo: i- tubbo: i am both flattered and disgusted everyone, remembering how tommy used to bite everyone upon meeting and then everyone would get mad at him and yell at him until he stopped biting people on meeting: sadly whips and nae naes hes a BABY toast deserves the fucking world also i havent talked ab it but there is wilbur and fundy angst here fundy confronts wilbur also not that fundy is angry about not not not getting murdered by his father but also why does he consider tommy his unfinished sympohny and not him? he raised fundy too- maybe he just only ever loved tommy (based off his insecurity of how close wilbur and tommy are based off wilbur raising tommy and wilbur only being there for fundy by the time he was older and also using hybrid age go nyoom for this dream manipulates toast during wilburs exile along with wilbur and toast realizes both of them were being used by him and fucking screams lourder than he ever has before and dissapears for a week and then shows up at technos house (he got lost and he didnt know why he was at logsted shire- he doesnt remember the place) on the day of the excution and tries to help technoblade but keeps forgetting that everyone is trying to kill techno the butcher army is hesitant when "hey why are you all attacking big brother Techy-" "HE SPAWNED WITHERS IN L'MANBERG!" "he did?" toast asked tilting his head in confusion "YES! HE DID! AFTER YOU DIED! NOW WHERE IS HE TOAST! WE NEED TO CAPTURE HIM!" whenever tubbo talks ab how theyre planning on excuting techno or how there was no trial toast has flashbacks to tubbos excution but hes never able to hold on to the memories just leaving him feeling bad toast sees anything traumatic and just makes the blue screen noise toast has to reboot every time anything truamatic happens and when he does he doesnt remember what happens after

toast hurts on a "THE FUCKING IMPLICATIONS OF THIS" level just.. everyone trying to make up for not noticing tommys hurt and trying to be good to toast when its already too late... far too late glatt is also here because whenever ytoast dissapears after something trauamtic he bounces back to the land of the dead for the bit and sometimes he drags glatt out to the land of the living with him only works bc toast has unfinished buisness so he can freely go between and just stays in the land of the lving until he can finish his unfiinshed buisness ghostbur and toast wouldve been good friends if they ever met anyone yells at toast and he immeditly starts sobbing

basically when everything is calm and peaceful and everyone is happy together after dream is in prison and toast is like "oh... this is what ive always wanted"

"toast?" tubbo asked, confused toast smiled softly, "i think its time for me to go" "what?" wilbur asked his pitch unusually high due to the fear lacing his voice "i think... i think this was my unfinished buisness... this is the last thing i wanted when i was alive, the reason i stayed... i think its finally my time to go now" toast said smiling tearfully "no! you vcan't go! we just got you back!"

basically when everything is finally ok, when things finally calm down toast fades back to the void/afterlife thing

#dream smp #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dream smp hcs #dream smp au #dsmp

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pellucidity-is-me · 3 years

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A Plan

Summary: Albus Dumbledore hears of a small boy—Remus Lupin—who was recently bitten by a dangerous werewolf. The boy-turned-werewolf is only five, but Dumbledore has already made the decision that he will someday be enrolled in Hogwarts: a feat which has never been achieved. First chapter from my longer fic (link in blog description)!

Wordcount: 2727

Dumbledore sat in the Hog's Head, trying to avoid the gaze of his furious brother. They never talked now. Dumbledore could understand why, but it did feel a bit childish to be bickering like... well, like siblings. He listened to Aberforth scrubbing the counter in a sort of agonized rhythm. Aberforth was still staring, eyes narrowed—perhaps Dumbledore could not see it, but he could feel it. "Just a few more minutes and I'll be out of your hair, Aberforth," Dumbledore said lightly. "I am afraid that this is the easiest place for secret information to remain secret."

"I had to shut down my pub, just for you," scowled Aberforth. "We can't all be rich and famous, Albus. Some of us have to make an honest living instead of pulling political strings for the greater good."

Dumbledore winced. All of their meetings went like this. "This is important," he said. "And Clark is an honest man."

"Clark Darnall is a werewolf."

"An honest werewolf, then. He is doing good work and he has important information. I might as well offer him a drink at one of the best pubs in Britain."

"Flattery won't work on me."

"I am not trying to flatter. I truly do not mean to bother you, Aberforth—" Dumbledore glanced up at the portrait of Ariana and sighed. "I do not mean to bother you," he said again. "Please. One hour."

"I wish the whole world knew that you aren't the paragon of light they think you are," hissed Aberforth, slamming down his towel. He sat down behind the counter. Dumbledore heard him cross his arms.

Silence. The only noise in the room was the sounds of Aberforth's annoyed huffs and the tapping of Dumbledore's long fingers on the tabletop.

Minutes passed. Suddenly, the door flew open.

"Albus Dumbledore. Oh, thank you fer meetin' me." Clark looked just the same as ever—all mussed brown hair, unhealthy frame, dirty face, and ripped robes. His strange accent was the same as ever. Clark Darnall had been bitten at age nine and had escaped to Greyback's werewolf pack shortly after. The pack, from what Dumbledore understood, was a conglomeration of all kinds of different people and nationalities. Clark's accent was a strange combination of a lot of different places. He hadn't lived in human civilization in a little less than twenty years. Dumbledore's heart ached for his plight.

"My pleasure. Sit down, Clark. Aberforth, if you would..."

"Don't speak to me," said Aberforth, slamming two cups of Butterbeer on Dumbledore's table. Dumbledore stole a glance at Aberforth for the first time. Sure enough, Aberforth looked ready to kill him. Never mind that, thought Dumbledore. He turned his attention back to Clark. Dumbledore's relationship with his brother, he suspected, was a lost cause.

"You said that you had pertinent information, old friend?" said Dumbledore gently, and Clark bobbed his head up and down.

"Yes. Yes, sir, I do. I... werewolves... you know. No one listenin' in?"

"Not a one. Except for Aberforth, but he's a very moral man. He can keep a secret."

Aberforth scrubbed harder and grunted an agreement.

"Tha' man. Aberforth. He doesn't like werewolves much, hunh?"

Dumbledore smiled. Clark wasn't usually this blunt, but a werewolf who had lived amongst other werewolves all his life often misjudged humans' ability to hear spoken comments. Heightened senses were a blessing and a curse. Mostly a curse, according to Clark. "He can hear you, Clark."

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Ab... Aberforth. So sorry."

Aberforth did not grace this with a reply, so Dumbledore broke the awkward silence. "How much time do you have?"

"'Bout an hour till Greyback notices I'm gone, p'raps less. I should hurry."

"I'm listening." Dumbledore took a sip of Butterbeer.

"Greyback's been excited lately. Dare I say over the moon." Clark chuckled weakly. "There was this man, while ago. Fergot his name. Somethin' like... Loopy, I guess. I'll remember later, prob'ly. But he sort of insulted Greyback... Greyback had a spot of trouble with the Ministry, you see, and was brought in fer a proper hearing. Pretended he was a Muggle tramp. Almost got away with it, 'parently, but... the bloke, Loopy... he didn't buy it at all. Clever man."

"Do you know anything else about this man?"

"Greyback was goin' on abou' Boggarts. 'Parently the bloke was an expert... and then they hired him at the Ministry. Somethin' like Crocodile fer a first name... you know my mem'ry's not all there, Albus."

Dumbledore paused. An expert on Boggarts who had been hired by the Ministry... Crocodile Loopy? Dumbledore's mind started to conjure pictures of the young man whom he had taught years earlier... brown hair, shy demeanor, studied various subjects for fun... sense of humor... got into fights with other Hogwarts students at times. Mostly mild-mannered, but a temper. "Lyall Lupin," he said heavily. "It was Lyall, wasn't it? I taught him." Dumbledore started to picture what possibly could have happened between Greyback and Lyall that made Greyback so happy... a fight, perhaps? Lyall lost? The full moon was a few weeks ago... was Lyall killed? Or bitten? Poor man.

"Yup, Lyall Lupin. Tha' was it, I'm sure of it. Well, Lyall saw righ' through Greyback. His coworkers didn't believe him, and Greyback mentioned... Greyback said they sort of taunted Lupin a bit. Seemed happy abou' it, whatever it was, but I don't know what they said. Ministry let Greyback free and tried to Obliviate him, but Greyback escaped. Ministry knows what 'e looks like now. Greyback was hoppin' mad abou' tha', he was. Face's all over the papers. Can't go undercover anymore. But 'parently Lupin said that... werewolves were... heartless, soulless... creatures? I do'nno. Also implied we should all die."

Dumbledore closed his eyes. Oh, Lyall...

"So I guess Lupin both insulted Greyback and outed his appearance to the media, and Greyback was goin' on abou' revenge for a full day. 'Twas the day before the day of the full, you know. He was tellin' the story to everyone who would listen. Called us all together. Plotted his revenge. Said he was goin' over to Lupin's and killin' him. Said if the whole world knew who he was, he might as well make it worth it."

"And...?"

"And he went over to Lupin's a bit before the moon rose. Came back. Looked pleased. Blood all over."

Dumbledore felt a bit ill. "Lyall...?"

"Perfectly fine. 'Parently Greyback went out and scouted the area. Watched the house fer a bit. S'not just Lyall livin' there, he has a family. Wife. Kid."

Dumbledore felt even more ill.

"You know how Greyback goes after the kids. Ecstatic that there was a little lad there. Big Lupin got away with not even a scratch, he did, but Greyback meant to kill the kid."

So there was hope after all. "Meant to?"

"Meant to. Lad was only 'bout five, Greyback says. Tiny thing. Asleep before half-seven. You know children tha' young don't survive the firs' full, so there was no point in bitin' him and lettin' him live. So Greyback decided to... you know. Rip 'im apart. Leave 'im barely recognizable. Wanted to hurt Lupin, he did."

"Meant to?" Dumbledore repeated. Clark had always had a flair for the dramatic; he certainly liked to draw things out for maximum suspense. It was usually entertaining, but right now it was just mildly annoying. "You said that he... meant to kill the child."

"Yeah, he did. But he says he only got one bite in before Lupin heard noises and scared 'im off. No sense stickin' around when a wizard's got a wand and s'firin' curses at you." Clark chuckled. "Miffed parents are dangerous, and Greyback's not stupid. Says it was still fun, though—lad didn't even scream; too stunned to do anything but stare. Greyback was pretty happy abou' how things turned out. Says it'll be a lot more fun for Lupin to live with a werewolf kid for a month. Said it wasn't possible fer such a young lad to survive the full, so Lupin would either have to put 'im down or let 'im die with the rising of the moon. But he regretted that he didn't get the kid fer himself. Younger ones taste better, he says."

Dumbledore shifted in his seat with discomfort. Clark was desensitized to such talk, having grown up among werewolves, but Dumbledore was not. He wasn't entirely convinced that Clark did not ever bite or kill people on the full moon, but he would never voice his reproaches to Clark. Clark was, after all, a good informant and debatably a good man... yet Dumbledore would not hesitate to protect anyone whom Clark may be willing to attack. "Continue, Clark."

"Righ'. Well, tha' was two and a half months ago, tha' was. Lad's been through the first full. Lupin let 'im live, which Greyback found surprising. But you know what's even more surprising?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"The kid lived. Had his skeleton torn apart at the age of five, he did, and he didn't die. Mostly they've got to be at least five and a half, and even tha's rare. Greyback says seven is the best age. Greyback also said the kid wasn't even five yet when Greyback bit 'im. Close, but not yet—he was four. Family was talkin' 'bout fifth birthday prep'rations, he said. Lad prob'ly transformed for the firs' time righ' aroun' his birthday. Only five."

That was rare, certainly, but Dumbledore didn't see why it was such important information. "So...?"

"So tha's a big deal! You prob'ly don't understand. Yer brigh' and all, but you can't understand. In the werewolf world, tha's huge. Greyback went and discovered a kid who somehow got past all the laws of the world. Tha's why he's so happy. Got 'imself a protegee, he said. But when he tried to go get the kid and bring 'im to the pack... lad refused."

"Do you know the child's name?"

"'Course I do. Remus Lupin. Greyback's been sayin' it over and over, like it's a song stuck in his head. He gets obsessive sometimes. Scary. The fact that Remus refused made 'im even happier. Usually he can go into the child's room sometime before the second moon, cast a Soundproofing Charm, and then convince the kid to come join. After they've been through the firs' full moon they'll do anythin' to make it better, and Greyback makes sure the parents aren't aroun' to make the decision fer their kid. So tha's what Greyback did with Remus. Sometimes he makes us do it, but he really wanted to do it himself this time. Never seen 'im so excited abou' anythin'. His heart was going a mile a minute, it was."

"But Remus refused?"

"Yup. Greyback did all the normal stuff... promised he could make the pain go away, said it was almost like a cure, said Remus'd meet other kids like 'im. Greyback even said that he tried to act all nice and fatherly, but none of us believe 'im. Anyway, lad heard that Greyback could help an' then flat-out refused. Said he wanted to stay where he was. Also a big deal, Dumbledore... pain's a lot, an' kids don't offen have the presence of mind to make their own decisions."

"I see."

"Greyback tried Plan B, as he always does when the kids refuse. Took off Soundproofing Charms, let parents in. Sometimes the parents love to get the kid off their chests. But Lupin wasn't having it, 'parently. And Lupin can duel, so Greyback left. Lupin still loved his kid, even though he'd hated werewolves just two and a half months ago."

"Fathers do tend to love their children," murmured Dumbledore. "Lyall was always headstrong, but I never had any doubt when he was at Hogwarts that he'd do the right thing."

"Don'no if it is the righ' thing, meself. Remus Lupin's not gonna have an easy life. People're gonna hate 'im. And he's only five. He migh' have been better off with us... plus, I kinda wanted to meet him, I did. After Greyback's said so much abou' him."

"He will be better off here," said Dumbledore. "He will. Lyall is a good father, I'm sure."

"Yeah, well. They moved, after Greyback found 'em the second time, but Greyback isn't worried. Loves that the lad has a mind of his own. Says he'll go find Remus later when he's grown and try again. Says it's somethin' to look forward to. He's always so much happier when he has somethin' to look forward to. We're always scared of 'im after the euphoria of the last full moon dies down and he's got a whole month to go. But now he's practically bouncin' off the walls. No tellin' whether Remus'll survive the next full, but I hope he will. Really wanna meet the kid, I do."

"So do I," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "But I imagine that the family is going through a lot right now. You're right, Clark. This certainly changes things. You always do bring me good information."

"Least I can do after you saved my skin few years ago," said Clark. "Heckin' werewolf hunters. Execution's the worst way to go. Well, I'd better get back before Greyback wonders where I've been. See ya sometime, Albus."

"See you sometime," repeated Dumbledore, smiling. He watched Clark go. The second he left, the smile dropped off of his face. "Aberforth, you needn't listen. But I need to talk things through." Dumbledore stood up and began to pace.

"Oh, joy," said Aberforth sarcastically.

"Armando is set on retiring, and I—forgive my arrogance—expect to be headmaster in a few months' time."

"Of course you do."

"Lyall was always a good man. He will raise Remus to be a good man as well, I am certain of it."

"If you think werewolves can be good."

"I do. And I think that, since Remus is so young now, he will have had a chance to adapt to the curse by the time he is eleven..."

"Oh no," said Aberforth. "Absolutely not."

"I heard that Lyall has married a Muggle. I believe her name is Hope. Remus might be nonmagical... but with Lyall's talent, I suspect that he is a wizard. I shall have to check, but I would not be surprised if his name is already down for Hogwarts. If I can create arrangements for full moons..."

"You're not planning on raising this boy to fight in the war, Albus."

"I thought you didn't like werewolves," said Dumbledore. "Don't worry. That is not my intention. I simply think that he has a right to an education, don't you? I can see many ways that this will be a success... but, if I am as magically competent as I believe myself to be... I cannot see many ways in which it can fail. If this works... yes, indeed, I can see it working," he said, more to himself than Aberforth, "and it could be life-changing for a great many people. Or perhaps just Remus Lupin. Either will satisfy me."

"You say that, but you only care about the greater good. None of that is true at all."

"It is certainly true," said Dumbledore quietly, "and I'll thank you to let me be my own person. I am changed. I have learned. And Remus Lupin will learn as well, if I have anything to do with it... except in a very different sense. He is young still, but in six years... six years. Yes. I shall... what is the expression?... put it on the back burner." He smiled. "Would you like a caramel toffee, Aberforth? In thanks?"

"A caramel toffee will not make up for your mistakes."

"No, but a caramel toffee certainly doesn't hurt..."

"I don't want your toffees."

"A couple Galleons?"

"I am not a charity case."

"A hug?"

"Don't touch me."

"You may have my scarf, but it's a bit old and probably too flamboyant for your tastes..."

"Get out of my pub so that I can reopen."

"Very well. Let me know if there's anything you ever need, Aberforth."

"I need you out of my life," Aberforth called, but Dumbledore was already halfway down the cobblestone street, humming Rossini's Barber of Seville overture.

All in all, it had been quite the productive day.

#albus dumbledore #hp fanfiction #marauders #remus lupin #young remus lupin #hogwarts #little bit of a prologue #tone change from the rest of my fic but i like it #aberforth dumbledore

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ilovejaskierthebard · 4 years

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Again @gods-no-longer-tread-here is here to be the best and most inspiring. How did you know I was secretly craving to write more on this lil angry bastard???

Which like...let me explain.

*deep sigh* I AM. FOREVER. MAD. About how much I love Baker!Lambert. 😂

I love Geralt. Jaskier is my soul and Eskel is the light of my life. Before this, Lambert was my fondly, disgustingly adored lil goblin baby man. I can not explain that more, if you have a lil trash baby character you know what I mean when I say I love him as much as I want to kick his ass.

((Oh gods, is this how Vesemir feels all of the time???))

But lemme tell you. I love Baker!Lambert. I do. I want to write 80 chapters of a slow burn fic where he falls in love with an equally competitive and angry baker who comes to town to learn from him. There would cakes with hand made icing that said 'Fuck You, Lambitch' in beautiful cursive. Pies that are golden and flakey from afar but up close the crimped edging would be lil dicks. There would 100% be a food fight of some sort that would eventually lead to Lambert walking around unaware that his ass has two very clear flour-hand prints.

((It would be a rom com for assholes, yall))

ANYWAYS so yes. OF COURSE there would be consequences of Lambert fucking with the thirsty town thots. I mean, for a long time i think they'd be too scared to individually pick a fight with him.

Like this man knows he is good at what he does, and he knows come monday morning you'd insult your own mother for one of his bagels. So that's one bit of leverage, but also he is very clearly 'the one down for murder' of the brothers. If you fuck with him, he will stab you. Bread knife. Icing spatula. Ovens the size of a man. The man works with a lot of tools.

So yeah, It would take a while for all the local Eskel thotters (whats the word for a gathering of thots??? A ho down?...thats the worst joke I've ever made in my life but Im keeping it in here.) To get together and realize 'oh shit' and that he has been messing with them all.

It probably starts small, just a few of them being like ): Lambert is such a meanie -but then more and more people join and they get drunk and then they want answers.

Cue to Lambert looking out his window to a fucking mob. Who just so happen to lose their collective shit all at the same time, on a day that just so happens to ACTUALLY be Eskel's birthday.

And of course you know Lambert just went balls out for this cake because he likes to show off. But also because, this is like an intimate family gathering and he deep down really wants to show them his work because he knows they'll love it.

Excuse me why I cry

So this cake. It's probably as tall as Eskel himself. Amazing flavors, idk like every layer is something crazy like white chocolate with rasberry filling or angel cake with passion fruit infused icing. It would be a heavily landscaped mountain, with sugar glass flowers and trees. Little edible goats -Eskel's whole herd with tiny party hats on- placed all around 😭😭😭

Lambert probably threw several tantrums and sold his soul to the devil to make it tbh

Which like, makes it all that worse because 1. He can not leave the cake behind to run away. 2. There is no way he can convince anyone that it isn't a cake for Eskel's birthday party. There is a lil candy made Eskel holding a baby Lil Bleater on top of fucks sake. So yeah. He needs not only sneak himself out but also the cake???

CUE CAKE HEIST

Somehow, through very dangerous and needlessly complex ways, Geralt and Jaskier help Lambert sneak out of his own bakery while also stealing the cake.

Some random high lights:

- They try and leave numerous ways. All fail. Even the weird ways. Like out Lambert's window on the second floor. The mob is there. Waiting.

-Jaskier's plan is to just have Geralt take off his shirt. The crowd is unimpressed.

-Jaskier goes feral. Calls the crowd a bunch of names/insults their whole family tree/gets into actual fist fight over someone saying they think Eskel has better abs.

-Geralt goes to help Lambert, but is constantly being hissed at because he is making the cake wobbly/not holding it right

- Jaskier + Horny Mob + ??? = Profit!!

- Actually no. It escalates to wild chase scene, a fire and three buildings being demolished. No one is hurt because they are all running around after this one feral bard

- Lambert: Aren't you worried if they catch him?

Geralt: No. I'm more worried for them. Jaskier is a biter.

Lambert: Gross. You better have all your shots, Geralt. I don't want to explain to Papa V you died getting feral bard rabies.

Geralt: *jerks the cake a lil*

Lambert: I will bake you into a fucking PIE

*Meanwhile Eskel is having a sort of off day, no one has showed up for the party yet except Vesemir and Ciri. Which like, he probably hates his birthday, hates making a big fuss but wonders what his brothers are up to, you know?

Eskel: Maybe they forgot?

Vesemir: *looking towards the town that is literally on fire* ...they'll be here soon.

Eventually, the boys show up, with the cake perfectly intact! - I mean, yeah. Geralt is missing a shirt, Jaskier is covered in blood and Lambert has a black eye but hey! Cake!

Eskel has a great birthday after all, and gives Lil Bleater a taste of his cake and tells Lambert he's proud of him -which 100% will make him cry and hug Eskel so hard that rib bones will possibly be fractured. Followed by a group hug because everyone needs and deserves them.

#domestic!witcher au #baker!lambert #lambert #horsetrainer!Geralt #Hot Goat Dad!Eskel #sugarbaby v #vesemir #eskel #jaskier

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listen charles made me watch the show and now im writing fic for it so please enjoy my nameless “we were totally into each other as teenagers and kissed once but we never talked about it and i thought you hated me and now we’re adults and we have to talk about it” fic. words: 3293

Ben jumped from rock to root as he tried to make as little noise as possible on his way down to the cove. It was late at night and he was far enough away from any house that he shouldn’t have had to worry but it had rained that day and the leaves and mud made for a slippery walk and he’d wiped out enough to learn his lesson. It was better to take his time and be quiet than it was to get laughed at for being covered head to toe in mud.

Caleb was already at the shore, skipping rocks on the waves, as Ben jumped the last few feet down onto the rocky shore. Caleb turned around with a grin on his face. The beard he had decided to grow weeks ago was finally starting to come in and Ben had to remind himself that staring would only cause trouble. “Took you long enough,” Caleb said.

“Dad stayed up late working on Sunday’s sermon,” Ben said, brushing off a few dead leaves from the piece of driftwood he and Caleb had pulled up a few months ago to act as a bench for their late-night meetups.

Caleb half-turned back to the water to throw his last rock, it landed with a harsh thunk into the water. “Must be a real good one he’s cooking up,” he said. He came towards Ben and stopped for a second to dig around between the log and the sharp incline into the woods. “Ah!” he said triumphantly, holding up a bottle of rum. He sat heavily next to Ben with a sigh as he worked the cork out of the top.

“Why even bother hiding it? No one's going to come looking for us here,” Ben asked, taking the bottle when it was offered and taking a drink. He wasn’t quite used to the burn yet but he did enjoy it. Or he told himself he enjoyed it. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference between what he actually wanted and what he was expected to want at sixteen.

“I wasn’t hiding it,” Caleb said, taking it back and drinking. Ben forced himself to look away and out over the water. The sight of Caleb’s lips touching the same bottle where Ben’s lips had just been always made him light-headed. “I was tryin’ to keep it safe so you didn’t knock it over again.”

“That was one time,” Ben said, rolling his eyes.

“One time too many.”

Ben pushed at Caleb’s shoulder, almost knocking him off the log. “See?! You almost made me spill it this time!”

Ben rolled his eyes and took the bottle to an affronted noise from Caleb. “Now you don’t have that problem,” Ben said, taking another drink with a grin. Caleb just smiled at him, shaking his head. For a while they were quiet.

It wasn’t the type of quiet that needed to be filled, though Ben could admit he had a hard time telling the difference, it was just quiet. It was like the moment of peace right before you fell asleep after a long day of hard work. Serene.

They’d been sneaking out together for years, but over the last few months it’d stopped being “sneak out to go do something stupid with Abe and Anna and Selah” to “sneak out to sit at the shore and drink enough to feel like adults and just talk.” They didn’t even talk about anything exciting or particularly interesting. Some days it would be gossiping about someone in town, other nights it would be talking about what they planned to do as soon as they could get out of town. There were even nights when they barely spoke and Ben had to be shaken awake by Caleb after falling asleep on his shoulder.

A small part of him missed the excitement of getting up to trouble in the dead of night with his other friends but a larger part wouldn’t trade these nights for the world.

Their friends must have been on Caleb’s mind too because he broke the silence. “How long do you think it will be before Abe and Anna get caught? It’s been going on for months now you’d think that someone besides us would have noticed.”

Ben laughed sharply. The chill in the air was gone and he was a little flushed though that might have just been what Caleb had said. He tried very hard never to think about Abe and Anna. “Someone will have to notice if they aren’t careful,” Ben said as he took another drink. He almost regretted it when Caleb laughed loudly and Ben struggled to control his grin.

“You dirty bird,” Caleb said, taking the bottle back and drinking. “What do you know about being careful?”

“More than you,” Ben shot back.

“Benny Boy, don’t lie to me. You’ve never so much as been kissed,” Caleb said rolling his eyes.

“Yes, I have,” Ben shot back before he could stop himself. He had been kissed. It had been an awkward stilted uncomfortable thing that he hadn’t cared to repeat and for a while, he told himself that was why he didn’t tell Caleb. But even on the few times that he’d tried to say it something had stopped him short. He knew, somewhere deep in his chest, that if Caleb knew he’d kissed Martha behind the schoolhouse something would change. Caleb would change and Ben was more afraid of losing him than he was of anything else.

“You’re full of shite. You’ve never gotten within ten feet of a woman who wanted anything to do with you,” Caleb said, still cackling. “Or you would have told me.”

But now Ben had to either lie and back down or he had to come clean and admit to hiding it from Caleb and neither seemed like a good choice. So instead Ben was moving without thinking, leaning in towards Caleb who had gone completely still.

That didn’t last for long because their lips barely brushed before Caleb snapped away as if it burned. “Don’t,” Caleb said, sharper than he ever got with Ben. Sharper than he ever got with anyone, really. But then he laughed and Ben felt the tight feeling in his stomach move to his chest and his blood go cold. He couldn't breathe. “Don’t do things you’ll regret when the sun’s up and you’re sober,” Caleb said with an empty laugh.

Ben forced out a laugh too. “Right. I should go home. Get to bed.”

Caleb shot up off of the log and towards the water, the bottle gripped tightly in his hand. “Good idea.”

Ben stood, brushed himself off, and was barely able to croak out a “good night” before he headed back into the woods. He stumbled home not from the booze but because the tears that were burning his eyes were blurring his vision and he couldn't breathe. He’d ruined everything and he knew it.

Caleb wouldn’t sell him out and no one would believe him even if he tried but that seemed like a small consultation when Ben knew he’d just ruined the one good thing he had. He sat down at the fence line of his father’s property, pulled his knees up to his chest, and let out a sob where no one could hear him.

He wouldn’t act without thinking again.

The sight of Setauket was something Caleb thought he’d always recognize no matter how many years it had been or if it was pitch black on a night with no moon. He could make out the shore where he had skipped rocks as a child and the barest lights of town through the trees. There was a chill to the wind but with summer on its way, the cool air was more than welcome.

He lifted his oar and placed it quietly next to him as he crouched lower and rode the momentum and current to shore. There wasn’t much light and Caleb was almost to shore when he realized why it was that the sunbleached driftwood where he had spent days sitting as a teenager looked odd; someone was sitting on it.

He crouched lower but if he could see them he was sure they could see him, or at least see the boat. Maybe he could get the drop on them if they didn’t know someone was inside. With his head barely over the edge enough for him to see, Caleb waited, unmoving, to recognize who it was. As soon as he did he sat up a little, no longer worried about being caught.

Ben had stood up once he saw the boat and taken another step forward when Caleb had sat back up. He was taller now but there was still a softness to his face that Caleb would recognize anywhere. “Ben?” Caleb whispered over the water.

He must not have recognized Caleb before because in a moment everything about Ben shifted. His eyes lit up and a grin spread across his face as he took a step forward into the water. “Caleb?” For a moment Caleb’s heart stopped and he felt like he was fifteen years old again locked in a daydream of Ben waiting patiently for him to return from an adventure, ready with a kiss of relief that Caleb had made it back to him. He’d thought he’d left those dreams behind years ago, the last time they had been alone on the shore of their little cove, but one look at Ben and he was falling all over again.

The grind of soft sand against the bottom of the boat brought him to a stop and back to reality. Caleb jumped out, and in a second they were both standing in knee-deep water hugging each other tightly. Caleb pulled back first, holding Ben by the shoulders. “Look at you. It’s been ages.”

Ben smiled at him, starting to step back and grabbing the bow of the boat to help Caleb pull it further onto land. “What are you doing here?”

“A man can’t sneak back home anymore?” Caleb asked, securing the boat to a tree as Ben sat back down on the log. Caleb sat heavily on the other end, popping his back to distract himself from the lump in his throat. A part of Caleb was warmed by the sight of the driftwood every time he came into the cove. It was a permanent reminder of what they had been. They’d pulled it to shore together, they’d sat there together, and now it sat waiting for some other lovesick fool to sneak out at night with someone who was only supposed to be a friend and sit under the stars. Now, after everything that had happened, it felt loaded to even sit there with Ben. “What are you doing out here?”

“I needed to get some fresh air.”

“You and the old man at it again?” Caleb asked with a laugh.

“No. Actually, he’s almost proud of me,” Ben said with a laugh.

“Oh, wow. Is that a bad thing these days?” Caleb had spent hours listening to Ben complain about never being enough, or sometimes being too much, for his dad. But things changed and Caleb had been gone a long time. “What’d you do? Finally propose to a pretty woman? Gonna settle down and have a couple of kids?” Caleb ignored the way his heart clenched at the idea of Ben married with kids running around after him. He’d thought he’d made peace with it a long time ago but it stung just the same.

Ben laughed. “No, I...uh...joined the Continental Army.”

Caleb’s blood went cold. “Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?”

Ben bristled and straightened up. “No, this is the-”

“You’re gonna go risk your life for some fantasy of living without a ruler?”

“The people will choose their own representatives. That makes a difference.”

“That’s what they say today but how long will that last? Have you heard the way they talk about Washington? One George out for another,” Caleb snapped at him, standing up and pacing around for a second. Ben always cut straight through all of Caleb’s carefully crafted facades to drive him mad.

Ben stood up too, following Caleb, unwilling to relent even a few feet of space when they were arguing. At least some things never changed. “Washington earned his title,” Ben continued but Caleb wasn’t really listening.

“And that’s if you lot win. You could die well before then!”

“At least I’d be dying for my principles unlike you,” Ben shot at him.

Caleb turned on him. “And just what the shite is that supposed to mean?”

“You put your life on the line for a few pounds and the chance to run away from me,” Ben said, pointing a finger in Caleb’s chest.

“What in the hell are you on about? I didn’t run away from you,” Caleb said. It wasn’t completely true. He had been running away but not from Ben. Caleb had been planning to leave Setauket a long time, Ben had just reminded him of why it was important that he left sooner rather than later.

“Really?” Ben laughed, clearly set in his idea that Caleb had fled, setting Caleb's teeth on edge. He wasn’t a brave man but he didn’t like being called a coward any more than the next person. “Because that’s what it looked like to me. You were obviously afraid I-”

Caleb cut him off by grabbing him and kissing him hard.

It was a proper kiss, unlike the last time. That had barely been a brush of their lips even if Caleb did still selfishly consider it his first kiss. But now he was holding the back of Ben’s neck and they were chest to chest and Caleb felt like crying. He broke the kiss and took a stumbling step backward. “I am not afraid of anything.” He hoped they could both pretend his voice hadn’t cracked.

Ben just stared at him, mouth hanging open as the waves continued to crash against the shore. They seemed louder than before.

Caleb took a step forward and to the side, intending to move past Ben and into the woods to actually go see his uncle as he’d intended to before this whole thing started. But Ben grabbed his wrist and pulled him in and they were kissing again. This time Ben was the one holding Caleb in place by the back of his neck and Caleb let his arms wrap around Ben to pull him even closer.

For once Caleb let himself revel in the closeness and the feeling of Ben’s lips on his and the way his other hand had settled on Caleb’s back. He let himself memorize the smell and the taste and the feel of the moment. The sound of the waves and the bugs and the wind faded until all Caleb could hear was their breathing. Every inch of him felt alive and buzzing and he was hyper-aware of everywhere they were touching, and even more so of everywhere they weren’t. He was desperate to get closer even though a small part of his mind was still telling him that he shouldn’t. Maybe he could have just a few minutes of bliss before Ben came to his senses.

And he did have a few minutes, even if they were shorter than he’d like, before Ben pulled away enough to break the kiss, though his hands stayed put, holding Caleb close.

“Oh,” Ben whispered, sounding a little out of breath. He probably was. Caleb was definitely short of breath.

“Yeah,” Caleb said with a laugh.

For a few minutes, they just stood there together until Ben broke the silence.

“Then why’d you leave?” Ben whispered, his thumb gently stroking the side of Caleb’s neck. “If you weren’t running away from me then why?”

“I wasn’t running from you. I was running from what I wanted from you. I knew it then and I know it now: this will only hurt you.” Caleb closed his eyes and tried to pull away but Ben only held him tighter. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Ben laughed and kissed him again, short and sweet, and leaving Caleb desperate for a thousand more just like it. “You won’t. I know you.”

Caleb shook his head. “You don’t know that part of me. This part.” Instead of trying to pull away this time though, he rested his head on Ben’s shoulder. “You don’t know how much I want.”

“What about me? What about what I want?”

Caleb laughed and shook his head. “You want a nice girl to settle down with and, apparently, to win a war.”

“I do want to win this war,” Ben said, grabbing Caleb’s shoulders and pushing him back so that Caleb had to look at him. “But I don’t need a nice girl if I have you.”

“You’ve always had me, Benny Boy,” Caleb said with a smirk.

“Then I guess that’s why I never found a nice girl,” Ben said with a grin.

Caleb laughed and took a step back and this time Ben let him go. “What about your war? You won’t be back here for a long while and I never know where I’m going too far in advance,” Caleb said with a shrug. He could feel the hope blooming in his chest and he needed to stamp it out before it started to hurt him. “What am I supposed to do? Sit around and wait for you to come home?”

Ben bit his lip and looked to the ground for a moment and Caleb knew he’d won. Ben was out of ideas and stalling. Caleb would have let out a sigh of relief if he’d been able to breathe past the lump in his throat.

“See I-”

“You could come with me,” Ben said suddenly, looking up and smiling like he’d figured something out.

Caleb let out a surprised laugh but one look at Ben and he knew he was serious. “Come on. You know I’m not much of an Army man.”

Ben visibly deflated. “Of course,” he said with a nod. Caleb felt something in his break. “I supp-”

“How do we know that we’d even be together?”

Ben perked back up and Caleb could've kicked himself. Apparently where Benjamin Tallmadge was concerned Caleb was still 16 years old with a crush on his best friend.

“I know someone who can make sure we stick together. You just have to say yes,” Ben said with a grin. The smug bastard knew he'd won.

“Fine. Now I have to go before my uncle falls asleep waiting for me,” Caleb said, finally stepping past Ben towards the woods. It was getting late and Caleb really did have to go. Summer nights were short.

“Wait,” Ben said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back for another kiss, soft and sweet and lingering.

Caleb smiled up at him. “You gonna do that all the time now?”

“Whenever I can.”

“I’mma hold you to that.”

Ben pushed him away towards the woods again, both of them laughing a little louder than they should have. “Go.”

Caleb gave him a mocking salute. “See you on the road, Tallboy.”

Ben shook his head at him, and Caleb turned around to start his walk, still grinning so hard it hurt. Joining the military just to stay close to one man wasn’t something Caleb could honestly say he had expected to do -- it seemed much more up Abe or Ben’s ally, to be honest -- but it wasn’t the first dumb decision he’d made concerning Ben Tallmadge and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last.

#tallster #pre-canon #confessions #getting together #rated g

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cuppasunu · 3 years

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hii! how you doing? hope well!

soo.. ab by fate.... SPOILER AHEAD

I FREAKING HATE BUT LOVE YOU?!? i am rooting so damn hard for juyeon but on the other hand i have the biggest soft spot for eric, esp with this end!¡! (even tho he didn't deserve that spot on the begin) i was but wasn't expected this to happen between y/n and juyeon, and what do you meant with “this time, you promised not to hold back when he finally pressed his lips onto yours”¿?¿ I NEED ANSWERS! THEY DID THAT BEFORE?! AND I ALSO NEED MORE EXPLANATIONS ABOUT JUYEON'S MARK AND HIS PAST, I AM SO CONFUSED OMFG PLSSSS

i am also a little curious.... did eric felt the same pain y/n felt when he kissed Sam? that's why he disappear after leaving to get drink and why he was on the bathroom? am i going a little too crazy ab that? am i wrong? i am freaking out and making absurd assumptions? it's hot dog a sandwich? existencial crisis¿?¡!?

idk what to do, idk your plans for that fic but keep going! you're doing an amazing job and i am absolutely in love with your writing 🥺

also, i read the juyeon fic too (once more) and oh my heart... i wasn't going to cry put the epilogue... when juyeon found y/n on the tulip field... and kinda of recognise her.... the way that this blow my mind and that he already kinda of knew her when they meet on the begin... “but i smiled when i asked you that question—because y/n, yes yes, i do” this is where i totally lose it 🤧

sorry for that big ass ask tho, i'm just way to excited about that! (and sorry for any English mistakes)

🧸anon

anon ... i wish i could give you a hug rn im not gonna lie.. the moment i saw this ask in my box, i was actually teary eyed—my mom asked me what was wrong. i told her that validation from strangers on the internet are one of the most amazing things this era of my life could offer.

my answer is gonna be v long so im gonna cut it here PLUS please do not apologize for your english, it’s literally so good??? english isn’t my first language either so i get the doubting ;-; but no worries, you are amazing.

BY FATE AND ONCE MORE SPOILERS

now.. let’s start unpacking :)))

AWW YUP I KNOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE SWERVING! i mean i know eric doesn’t deserve it.. but he is getting there and we can’t rule out the fact y/n has been looking forward to even just build a connection with her soulmate. she’s been looking forward to it all her life! the reason why i said, “this time” is because it was mentioned that y/n and juyeon have talked about their feelings before. i wouldn’t say they dated, kissed, or hooked up.. but it was more about her own doubts about being attached to anyone else other than her soulmate. but given her circumstances now, she felt like she can just drop everything and kiss juyeon. (LIKE I MEAN WHO WOULDNT)

now for the next few questions about eric, a lot of that will be answered soon! for the bathroom scene, i just wanted it to be implied that he got pretty sick from drinking too much, stuff like that. no worries, i will be making correct edits just to make sure most, if not, all questions will be answered. (yes, hotdog is a sandwich)

i have a rough idea of how i want the fic to go so yess im so happy many of u are looking forward to it ❤️

AND AAH ONCE MORE! i have been getting quite a few more notes from once more whenever people discover me from by fate and it’s been so heart-warming seeing people tell me about what you thought of that fic, my precious baby. i am a bit biased and will say that the ending is absolutely my favorite thing ever. i had a blast writing it and tying it up nicely, so when i hear people talk about how the epilogue tugs at your heart, im reminded of that beautiful time. THANK YOU for giving it so much love. i hope you know how much this ask means to me. bc it means a whole heck of a lot !!!!!! I L Y ❤️

#im getting emotional again #this got long too #but no star of mine are ever going to apologize for their perfect english and long asks #they are always welcome in my page #thank you thank you !!!!!#🧸 anon #lovely asks #kyu writes #by fate #kyu wrote #once more

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tayegi · 6 years

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I'm so excited for the character development in NR. Like, JK really thinks that what he needs to do is to mold himself into what the OC desires, when all she wants is his most authentic self without anything or anyone holding him back. I'm rereading this chapter since I was half asleep while reading the first time, but, good God, woman, your skills are impeccable.

Anonymous said:Lu I just read chapter 12 and cjskhxjsushsjsjs its amazing. I'm an emotional wreck right now. Especially at the last part? I don't really know what to feel, all emotions merged into one 🤧 thank you for your amazing writing as always! Have a great day 💜

Anonymous said:Nursing school has been getting me stressed out and I check tumblr... ch 12 of NR. Omg Lu. The last scene my heart wrenched. Thanks for pushing this out because it made my day!!

lolanian said:I sprained/strained my back recently and I’m supposed to limit movement so If I don’t have class I have to stay in my dorm and ice my back. But I love to read your fics while I ice! It makes it a lot less boring. I absolutely love your writing!

Anonymous said:This might have to be two parts tbh bc I have so much to say, so this will be part 1. I just binge re-read all of New rules and then the new ch and oml I am in love with this fic so much. This fic is so freaking funny but at the same time so emotional and I freaking cried reading the last ch. Everything ab this fic is amazing, it’s rlly well-developed and the characters have so much depth to them and I love how u bring up important topics like feminism in it too.

Anonymous said:Part 2. Just the detail u put into every lil thing makes me so happy like the colors, AHHH I love that the dress y/n was wearing was pink! I’m so conflicted bc on one hand in like y/n move on girl u dont need a mans but then I also want jk and y/n to love eachother and be together soo bad, I can’t wait for what will come next. I could go on 4ever ab this fic, but overall I just wanted to say this is prob my fav fic ever and ur so talented and ily.

Anonymous said:Hi so I just read your chapter and I have to say it is amazing and beyond great. I love the ending of the chapter and the way the main character delivered her speech to Jeon and her conversation with Hyejin /// it was all so good and the writing was truly inspired

Anonymous said:NEW RULES CHPT. 12!!!!????? BIIIIITTTTTTCCCCCHHHHH MY LEFT LUNG COLLAPSED OMFG

Anonymous said:I honestly love how multifaceted your characters in NR are. They are so imperfect. They reflect so well how complicated real life relationships are, either with friends and their significant others. This might be the first time where I cannot tell how a story is going to end. Thank you so much for writing such masterpiece.

Anonymous said:I just want to say thank you for writing this chapter of New Rules. The part where she stands up to Hoseok for herself and other women was so inspiring. I feel like she has gone through such a journey to get to a point where she has really developed as a person even if she will still have the Ice Bitch title guys have given her, and I hope she can learn how to accept herself more overtime. I love all of your writing, but New Rules really strikes a cord in me with each chapter you write.

Anonymous said:my girl u are a wizard with words & storytelling. chap 12 was so beautifully fitting. I truly adore & keep returning for the lessons of female empowerment, trust in friendships, toxic relationships & realistic representations self image intertwined in NR because it is so relevant & relatable. I especially loved the part when the important subject of misconstrued feminism was addressed with hoseok and he was called out on it. U have amazing talent my girl & thank u for sharing ur gift 💝🙆🏽‍♀️

Anonymous said:the newest chapter of new rules was easily my favorite. the way you intertwine feminist ideals in is awesome. we need more writers like you!! great work :)

Anonymous said:Hii! I love New Rules! Cant wait for more! 😁

Anonymous said:Honestly I think this new chapter is one of my favorites of the whole series. You did such an amazing job with it!!!

Anonymous said:bless your god given soul lu. your writing is like none other and wow i just ADORE new rules. the way you created the mc to be so real, so complex, and knows her own values, morals and wants, etc. and it's just mind-blowing!!! i'm honestly rendered speechless!!! i have so much to say about new rules and everything else but shit dude this is an AMAZING story and you should make profit on this for real. ugh your mind? galaxy brain. i wish you the best lu, you writing genius!!! 🍯💝✨🌙💌💫🍯💝✨

Anonymous said:New Rules oc gives me life, like i legit miss reading about her!! Its soooo fucking nice when I find fics where I care more about the oc than the idols!!! Shes too loveable!!!! I don't care who she ends up with as long she has a happy ending then I'm happy!! I know shes fictional but you do such a great job at writing her!!!!

Ok, it’s official: new rules readers are the GREATEST in the universe!!!!!!! i just can’t believe how supportive and loving and truly passionate about this series you guys are!!! not gonna lie, im pretty scared shitless about the rest of the fic bc i dont have it all planned out, but you guys give me the motivation to work hard on it!!! i love you all so much!!!

#new rules #awkward-kooks

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jcmorgenstern · 6 years

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[slides onto ur bed with a rose between my teeth] so...tell me more about this consensual jon/clace stuff

[slides into the silky sheets of a readmore] hello anon 🌹

aghsdfkjgg ok first off i just gotta know: are you “let a bitch know” anon because im still grateful to you for validating my ass enough that i could write the jon/seb thing. if you are: bless you. if you are not: bless you too.

ok im gonna be real with ya this fic is just. a. whole lot of pwp bullshit. all my personal wants and needs in one big dubious bucket of worms. dark bond bullshit taken up to 11. totally illogical garbage wrapped with a big red bow. did i mention pegging? it’s a hot greasy stage light mess.

basically: jonathan doesn’t really have any grand plans, is kind of a mess, doesn’t actually run away with a stab wound to the leg, jace or luke tackles him and they drag his ratty ass back to the institute. he takes this badly. actually he bites and screams. you know. the usual. meanwhile clary and jace r horny af and want to have “yayyyy we’re back from the dead!” sex but there’s kind of that mood-killing “jonathan can feel everything i do” elephant in the room. and then clary’s like “wait i got it what if we break him out of his cell to fuck him” and jace is like “great idea i love u babe” so they do exactly that because they have approximately 3 brain cells between the two of them. jace fucks jonathan for clary. shame is involved. clary doms. did i mention pegging? there’s a lot of horrible fanfic dialogue. i consider blocking myself daily.

i honestly don’t even know if it’s serious because that summary is whack but here’s a few excerpts so yall can decide: (sorry in advance)

As if he’d rehearsed his role a thousand times, Jace sidled up behind him, gripping both of Jonathan’s forearms and pulling him in close. Jonathan refused to look, mouth still set into a thin line, but she could see him glance back out of the corner of his eyes, just a little. Jace leaned in close and Clary could almost feel his breath hot on the shell of her ear. His voice was low and silky smooth when he said, “Now, are you ready to behave yourself for us?”

Clary watched, satisfied, as Jace fumbled one-handedly with [Jonathan’s] belt, unzipping his jeans. Jonathan wasn’t meeting her eyes—couldn’t—as Jace decided to draw out the torture some more, rubbing long lines over the centerline of Jonathan’s abs down to his open fly. Jonathan squirmed some more, a flush creeping over his exaggerated cheekbones, his breathing quick and shallow. Another roll of Jace’s hips and Clary could have sworn Jonathan made a strangled sound.

“Come on,” Jace said, and his voice was beginning to sound a little tight. “Make some noise for her. Pretty boy like you should moan a little for his only sister.”

Jonathan’s cheeks were flushed a beautiful shade of red, his teeth grit. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re intolerably obnoxious?”

Jace grinned. Silently Clary willed him not to, but he did. “Yeah. Your mom, actually.”

#im so so sorry the block button is right there i totally understand #friend anon #read at ur own peril #its not totally done so the exerpts are from the part thats finished #anyway sorry again gahsdfjgghg #sebclace

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wigglywormy · 7 years

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I finished this fic WAY FASTER than I thought I would lmao. Also hi it’s me again 8)

Ok so Lee! Kirishima is literally the cutest fucking thing I’m talking like my heart explodes at the thought of it. As much as I love Lee! Bakugo This is just such a cute idea. I love thinking about how much Kirishima loves to laugh and how he rlly likes tickling in general and he just has so much fun with this omg. And his underarms being his most ticklISH SPOT??? YEEEEES. Here u go enjoy ily so much

worms notes: IM CRyING ILY DUDE this was such a gift to wake up to omg. please never stop submitting me fics i love them so much ur such a good writer !!! kirishima is so fucking cute i love this………… so much………. <3333

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Finally, a day off. Heroes in training hardly ever get a chance to rest, but the pro heroes are having a planning-day, which gives their students a full day to do whatever they’d like. Some chose to study, or work out, or practice their abilities as much as possible. But for two specific boys, they decided to spend their day in their dorm room, playing video games.

Actually, it was Kirishima’s idea to stay home and do nothing. Bakugo seemed highly irritated to be cooped up inside. The two sat on the floor, in front of Kirishima’s small T.V. Bakugo picked at a thread coming off of his sock, grumbling to the other.

“We should really be brushing up on our hero work. Instead of doing this dumb shit.” Kirishima grunted as he lost another round on Street Fighter II. He set the controller on the ground and cracked his knuckles, chuckling a little.

“C’mon, Bakugo. It’s a day off! We should really enjoy it while we can.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes somewhat, looking away from his boyfriend.

“The number one hero never gets a day off. That’s why we should stay focused.”

Another round started up, and Kirishima got sucked back into the game. But after a moment, he spoke.

“Look, Bakugo. I completely understand. But you’re already such an impressive guy; I really don’t think just one day off will hurt you.”

Bakugo was used to complements, not that they inflated his ego or anything. Not anymore, at least. He was silent for a minute, before shrugging.

“It’s just not in my interest to sit around. If you wanna waste the day, go ahead. I’m gonna go for a run or somethin’.”

He began to stand up. Kirishima paused the game and watched the other.

“C’mon, Bakugo. Grab the other controller! I’ll be happy to beat you to a pulp in a safe way, this time.”

The blonde scoffed. “I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Kirishima teased, a toothy grin blooming across his face. “I’ve been playing this game since I was a little kid. I’m a master at it.”

“You’re not master of anything.” Bakugo replied, reaching down to slip on his running shoes. Kirishima stood, stretching his spine out a little.

“Sure I am. You just haven’t given me a proper chance to prove myself yet.” What’s his deal? Was he trying to piss him off? Because it seemed to be working. Bakugo’s eye twitched slightly.

“So the sports festival wasn’t enough of a chance?”

Kirishima frowned. “I’ve practiced a lot since then. C’mon, give me another shot.”

“Right now?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “You really want to fight, right now?” Kirishima grinned, shrugging a little. “Sure, why not?” He put up his dukes, giggling. His pure happiness got on Bakugo’s nerves. “In here seems like a terrible idea.”

“But if we go outside, people will see you get your butt kicked by me.” Bakugo’s blood boiled a little.

“You’re starting to piss me off, you know.”

“Aw, relax, Bakugo. I’m just messin’ around. Besides, with a weakness as big as yours, it’s easy to take you down.”

Bakugo froze a little at the word weakness. He turned towards the door, about to forget all this nonsense and just leave, but now he wanted to prove Kirishima wrong more than anything. He sighed, kicking his shoes aside.

“What’ya mean, weakness?”

Kirishima’s smile turned devilish. “Dude, you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met.”

Bakugo scoffed again. “That’s not a weakness,” He began, before swallowing thickly at the realization Kirishima was right. He shook his head.

“Look, I already said I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.” Bakugo replied, beginning to pick up his running shoes again. Kirishima decided he had enough of his grumpy attitude, and snuck up behind him. His fleeting fingers dashed into Bakugo’s sides, tickling him mercilessly.

“Jeez, Bakugo. You should really take my advice and relax for once.” Bakugo instantly jerked against Kirishima’s touch, forcing a yelp down his throat. But he couldn’t stop the tumbling barrel of laughter that followed suit. His laughter was sudden and loud; it even surprised him. One hand slapped across his mouth, shrouding his giant smile, and the other hand angrily pushed at Kirishima’s tickling fingers. The two stumbled back, and Kirishima put one leg between Bakugo’s, attempting to bring him down to the floor.

“See? It hardly took anything to get you laughin’ like this!” Kirishima teased, his fingers making their way to Bakugo’s middle, scribbling at his heaving stomach. His abs were pulled taught, making the tickling sensation even worse. Bakugo sucked in as much air as possible, his palms sizzling against Kirishima’s touch.

“S-Stop it — Y-You fuck!” Bakugo begged, struggling to get out of Kirishima’s grasp. But his hold was as strong as ever.

“Maybe if you admit you’re ticklish, I might consider it.” Kirishima chuckled in Bakugo’s ear, kneading into Bakugo’s ribs again, as the blonde finally doubled over, desperately kicking his boyfriend. This always happens. They’ll be having a normal day, with nothing out of the ordinary. Bakugo would actually be in a calm mood, but Kirishima would do something stupid or annoying that would piss him off. As soon as he shows any kind of irritation, Kirishima would tickle him and say he needs to relax. No matter how hard he tried, Bakugo was simply too ticklish for his own good and always found himself in a pile of laughter. He always had been ticklish, and luckily no one found out until now. Now he can’t escape his own weakness even for a second. That thought alone really switched him into high gear. It was time for some serious payback.

With a small surge of energy, and a little stroke of luck, Bakugo gripped Kirishima’s leg, squeezing his knee.

Kirishima stumbled a little, snickering. “C-Cut that out, it–!” He giggled, “It tickles!”

His knees buckled, and the two tumbled to the floor. Kirishima finally released his grip on Bakugo’s sides, and the blonde didn’t hesitate to mount the other, straddling his hips. Kirishima was taken aback, but still smiling.

“I like where this is going~.” He teased, but Bakugo wasn’t having it. He grabbed Kirishima’s wrists and pinned them above his head, panting.

“I’m really sick of your shit, Kirishima.” He breathed, “Tell me your weak spots so I can fuck you up.”

Kirishima felt his face grow hot, but he knew better than to back down from a fight. Especially a fight with Bakugo.

“Why don’t you find out yourself? It wouldn’t be a fair fight if I just handed you the answer, right?”

Bakugo’s grip on Kirishima’s wrists grew tighter. Shuddering at the ghostly feeling of Kirishima’s tickly fingers attacking his ribs. Finding out sounded good. It sounded really good. He never really tickled anyone before, let alone someone who was willingly allowing it to happen. It pissed him off. His large hand hovered over Kirishima’s middle; the red-haired boy was wearing a skin-tight, cotton T-shirt. It left him wide open. Bakugo couldn’t decide where to start. He wished he knew Kirishima’s worst spot already, so he could really get a taste of his own medicine. He only hoped he was as ticklish as he was. Kirishima watched closely, his sides already tingling with anticipation. Each time Bakugo’s hand got close, he squirmed a little. At one point, His hand got dangerously close, and he started giggling.

“Q-Quit teasing!” he pleaded, his cheeks still red. He knew not to activate his hardening quirk, which would be difficult, but he was all about fairness.

“You’re laughing already and I haven’t even touched you.” Bakugo bit into his lower lip, trying to hide his evil smile. He was actually having fun with this. Finally, his fingers dug into Kirishima’s side, feeling for any ribs that he could wiggle in between. Kirishima yelped a little, trying to worm away from his touch. He giggled, but nothing too loud. So he wasn’t as ticklish as Bakugo was.

Bakugo found himself to be a little disappointed, so he upped the tempo a little. He really dug around, moving lower, curious as to if his hips were ticklish at all. Finally, Kirishima actually began to laugh, struggling a little more.

“Aha- ah, shit!” Kirishima breathed, wiggling beneath the other. It was a good spot, but nothing special. Bakugo switched hands, and began to tickle his other side. Kirishima laughed harder, beginning to wheeze a little.

“No-!” He almost whispered, especially as Bakugo got a little too close to his worst tickle spot. Bakugo seemed to be in deep concentration, eager to find where the hell his spot was. It wasn’t fair, for Kirishima to have a specific spot, but for him to be outrageously ticklish on every square inch of his body. That thought alone pissed him off again.

“Ugh, c’mon! Where’s that fucking spot?” He growled, wishing he had both of his hands to explore faster.

Kirishima lifted his head a little, pushing against Bakugo’s touch.

“J-Just give up, dude,” He snickered as Bakugo pushed his thumb into the hollow of his hip. “Just admit I won!”

“Die.” Bakugo spat, tickling up Kirishima’s sides again. His fingers crawled into the fold of Kirishima’s arm, and he found something wonderful. Kirishima threw his head back, nearly screeching. Bakugo tried not to look excited, as he clawed against his underarm. Kirishima bucked, his laughter roaring.

“NO, NO NO!” He begged, kicking his leg against the floor as hard as he could. That was absolute worst spot. He found it. He was going to die.

Knowing this was going to bring him success, Bakugo finally let go of Kirishima’s wrists, and shoved both his hands under Kirishima’s arms. The poor red-haired boy was laughing so hard, he merely wheezed and weakly squirmed away from Bakugo’s touch. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.

“F-Fuck, stop-!” Kirishima pleaded, pounding his fist against the floor. It was so difficult not to harden himself. He pressed his arms against his sides, bucking again as his laughter nearly shook the walls. Bakugo had a full-on smile at this point, as devilish as ever.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Bakugo actually teased, jabbing his fingers quickly right above Kirishima’s rib cage. The other was practically crying at this point; he could hardly breathe, let alone talk. After a few more moments of basking in this beautiful scene, Bakugo stopped.

Kirishima coughed, catching his breath quickly. “Th-That’s…” He began. Bakugo cracked his knuckles, impatiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. Finally

Kirishima beamed up at Bakugo. “That’s all you’ve got?”

Bakugo seemed surprised. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right? I could’ve killed you.”

Kirishima shrugged. “I mean, I did say I was going to beat you in a fight one day, right?”

“Not this kind of fight.”

“We never mentioned what kind. So yeah, this kind of fight.”

Bakugo at least had the advantage of knowing where his most ticklish spot was. But he had a feeling Kirishima would do something stupid and he’d end up being the one heaving on the floor. But this was also at least satisfying his thirst for revenge. “Suit yourself.” He mumbled, before pinning one arm above Kirishima’s head, and tickling full-force against his underarm again. Within milliseconds, Kirishima was howling, enjoying every second of the sensation. His closeness with Bakugo felt stronger than ever, and so did his grip. He decided a little more time for Bakugo to soak up his feeling of success wouldn’t hurt. After all, the smile on his face was pure enough to cure diseases. His lungs felt like collapsing, and it almost felt like he was going into some kind of subspace whenever he squeezed his eyes shut and laughed with all his might; he saw stars and sparks off light, uncontrollably twisting his body away as much as possible with no means of escaping.

In a word, his day off couldn’t have been more perfect.

#submission #kiribaku #bnha #tickling #I LOVED THIS IVE REREAD IT LIKE 10 TIMES ALREADY THANKS

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Rules:

tagged by: @sociallyawkward--fics

answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

tagging: I don’t have 20 friends. Soo... @meginoi @pirate-patton @parkersanders

Last

1. drink - Water

2. phone call - My cousin

3. text message - “Bless”

4. song you listened - “Say Something” A Great Big World

5. time you cried - I cry when I’m angry so uhm... yesterday

6. dated someone twice? - I’ve been single forever

7. kissed someone and regretted it - Neber kissed anyone.

8. been cheated on - Nope

9. lost someone special - 6 Months ago

10. been depressed - It’s a way of life

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - most I’ve had is a few sips

fave colours

12. Purple

13. Black

14. Teal

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - Not really

16. fallen out of love - Fallen in love perhaps

17. laughed until you cried - all the time

18. found out someone was talking about you - still salty about it.

19. met someone who changed you - Im gonna say yes even though it was more a year and a half ago

20. found out who your friends are - yea

21. kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - Never kissed anyone so...

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - Most of them? I don’t count.

23. do you have any pets - My cat Blu and my dog Lexi.

24. do you want to change your name - I’d prefer to change my real namers Luna

25. what did you do for your last birthday - Had a couple of friends over and went out to eat.

26. what time did you wake up today - 6am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - Talking to the one that tagged me for this

28. what is something you cant wait for - Moving out of the house, being able to make my own decisions on my mental health, not having to hide everything about myself from my parents.

30. what are you listening to right now - “Perfect” by Simple Plan

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - Yep. Don’t remember where but I remember the name.

32. something that’s getting on your nerves - people that think th can be my friend just because they want to use me for my intellect.

33. most visited website - Tumblr

34. hair color - Ginger. I’m you average redhead.

35. long or short hair - relatively long. Reaches the bottom of my shoulder blades.

36. do you have a crush on someone - *cough* erm. Mhm

37. what do you like about yourself - Oh no. A self love question. I like that I do a lot of extra curricular things?

38. want any piercings? - yea. I want two more on my ears.

39. blood type - AB???

40. nicknames - Luna, Lu, A

41. relationship status - singleeee

42. zodiac - Scorpio! October 30

43. pronouns - she/her

44. fave tv shows - Gravity Falls, Designated Survivor, Stranger Things

45. tattoos - I really want a small butterfly on my wrist.

46. right or left handed - left handed

47. ever had surgery - nope

48. piercings - one in my ears.

49. sport - Marching Band? Does that count?

50. vacation - I’ve been to Jamaica? I’d love to visit Japan!

51. trainers - I call them tennis shoes but they’re great.

more general

52. eating - I had a really small steak for lunch

53. drinking - I’m not drinking anything but I had water for lunch

54. i’m about to watch - Soul Eater or Gravity Falls

55. waiting for - my sanity, romance (I swear I’m a hopeless romantic), freedom, The feeling of not being stressed

56. want - my friends to be happy, love, money, sleep. So much sleep

57. get married - I’d love to one day.

58. career - Technical Thetre or Artist

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - Hugs

60. lips or eyes - EYES! I love doing eye makeup

61. shorter or taller - id rather be taller.

62. older or younger - Older. I’m mature for my age and I cannot stand people my age. Let alone younger. Plus the older you are the more freedom you have.

63. nice arms or stomach - stomach. I hate my muffin top. :P

64. hookup or relationship - relationship. I emotionally invest in someone before even thinking about them that way. Hence I’ve had the same crush for three years

65. troublemaker or hesitant - super, super hesitant.

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - nooooo I can barely think about kissing himmm

67. drank hard liquor - nope

68. lost glasses - I did for a couple of days and nearly had a heart attack. That’s why I keep ALL of my old glasses

69. turned someone down - ahhhhh I had to and I felt so bad but I didn’t LIKE him...

70. sex on first date - I’m asexual

71. broken someone’s heart - ...I’m sorry I had to turn you down!

72. had your heart broken - and old crush back in fourth grade. He sucked anyways. Was a player and is now kinda dumb.

73. been arrested - Nuh uh. Not while I’m even slightly sane

74. cried when someone died - no. I’m strangely apathetic to those things. Like- I know I should be sad and I should feel sad but I just don’t.

75. fallen for a friend - Yea.

do you believe in

76. yourself - hah. That’s funny

77. miracles - I don’t know.. that just feels too good to be true.

78. love at first sight - not at all.

79. santa claus - no

80. kiss on a first date - that is a no bueno

81. angels - I like to think so.

other

82. best friend’s name - Erin!

83. eye colour - Green/Grey/Blue/Brown. My eyes can’t decide

84. fave movie - The Greatest Showman?

85. fave actor - Hugh Jackman. He was in Les Mis and The Greatest Showman so.

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