#if anything that makes it worse!no decent person would someone else through that

[jasontoddssuper]

Felix/Marinette and Lotor/Allura are so creepy,like why would you ship a girl of color who gets pain thrown at her again and again and no justice for herself and ship her with a racist who SA'd her,especially when Luka and Lance AND Keith are Right There

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hello hello! This is Relating to the prison au and the idea suddenly came to me but how would it differ if the mc was a a lot younger like an intern? I tried searching more if it was even allowed to be a med student intern in a prison but I dunno I just thought it was a neat idea, like if she appeared like an optimistic platonic younger sister more than a romantic interest? Aaaa sorry English isn't my first language I hope the idea got through ^^'

I want to congratulate you, anon... you're the first person in a long time to ask something related to prison au that has never been asked before!

Sans: Unfortunately, he'll be even worse. More manipulative, more possessive... more evil. With an older Mc he might see her as easy to manipulate, but he still absolutely views her as her own person- he'd do bad stuff but he (at least) would still respect her opinions and choices. When she's young, he does not respect her opinions and choices. She's just a kid who doesn't know better, someone who needs him to make the big decisions on her behalf.

The worst part is, once he attaches, he sees her like a little sister. It really fucks up his mind- all of those messy, dark, painful feelings about Papyrus, all that unresolved grief from losing one younger sibling... he doesn't care what happens to anyone. Or anything. So long as he doesn't lose any more family.

He's kind to her; oh-so-kind, a sweet and goofy older brother figure who makes terrible puns and chats to her for hours about her favourite videogames. But he's a terrifying empty creature, and he's absolutely going to use her youth and inexperience to his advantage, to make her trust him more than everyone else. Nothing is off the table.

Red: Red adores her. Much like Sans, he ends up in something of a 'big brother' role- the difference is that Red's connection with her is a lot healthier and gentler, with a decent amount of friendly 'fighting' (tossing harmless insults at each other). He turns into a different person around her; he minds his language somewhat, he manages his temper better, although he teases her his teasing never has any venom and he'll drop jokes that upset her. He was built to be a big brother, and he misses his Papyrus a lot- it feels good to have a bond like that with someone again.

(Speaking of Papyrus- he loves Mc too. He sees the effect she has on Red and he absolutely wants to encourage the positive growth. Also... he always wanted a younger sibling.)

Red makes jokes about giving her contraband or getting her in trouble, and her presence in his life has put her firmly on the inmate no-touch list. Red may be a criminal, and he may associate with people who have done terrible things... but he reserves the worst of the worst punishments for those who hurt kids, and his family. Let alone both.

She's been adopted by the mob.

Skull: Skull's intense feelings about Mc in the prison aus aren't really specifically romantic or platonic in the first place. It's his Soul crying out for love and connection after so long alone. They're just Skull Feelings- so a platonic Mc would see the same degree of insanity, desperation and clinginess from our darling cannibal as her older nurse counterpart.

But... I think he would be a bit better with her, overall. Mc being noticeably younger, in his eyes, makes her more 'fragile'- both emotionally and physically. That nagging thought of i need to be careful and responsible would centre him a little more, make him more aware, gentle and slow. In the same way he wouldn't want to frighten a small child, he doesn't want to frighten her; he moves like hes trying not to spook away a small animal. He'd be better at smiling.

... He would still get moments where he can't help himself. Moments where he snaps out of restraints and grabs her, moments where he attacks other staff for getting too close to her. But he tries.

[francesderwent]

been thinking about the whole “women in their thirties are refusing to get married and have kids because they’re selfish and ungodly and that’s what’s wrong with today’s society” shtick and what I think is this.

sometimes, women are single on purpose through their own choice. I’m one of them. I wasn’t in a relationship from the ages of twenty-two to thirty. I went on a very few first dates and even fewer second dates, and in every single one of those cases I was the one who said "thanks but I don't think we should pursue this any further", which isn't even to say anything about all the dates I turned down right off the bat and all the casual overtures I rebuffed. and those men weren't vicious monsters, they were all more or less basically decent. I could have married any one of them - even the ones I wouldn't go on first dates with. if I wanted to be married, I could have been. I chose not to be.

and it does have something to do with the fact that I was used to being single, but not in the sense of not having any room in my life for somebody else, not wanting to put in the work, not wanting to live for someone else. because anybody who's been single for a long time will tell you the only saving grace is filling your life with meaningful friendships and family relationships you can sacrifice for and be vulnerable in. a single life isn't necessarily a life where you're accountable to no one. sometimes it's a life where you're accountable to a whole lot of people, all at once, pulled in a lot of directions, trying to balance a lot of plates.

and the kicker is, when you have a life that's full like that, and you're used to it - when that's the firm status quo and you're not caught up in the rollercoaster of dating a lot and comparing new partners to old partners - then, when you do let a new person into your life, you can tell very quickly whether they make your life better or not. some people, you can comfortably date them and they're not going to make your life worse, but they don't add anything besides an excuse to get out to coffeeshops and restaurants and the movies. and some people, as soon as you start getting to know them, their influence starts creeping into the whole of your life because they make you want to be better all the time. I like to think the second kind of person would shine no matter when you met them, no matter what else was going on at the time. but in certain circumstances the first kind of person can shine, when they’re surrounded by a muddle of people who have made your life worse. so taking a step back from the muddle and being very careful who you let into your life in a big way isn't selfishness, or disrespect for marriage and family. it’s actually a kind of prudence.

I could've married any of those men who asked me out in my twenties. I chose not to, because they were just okay. and eventually, I met my current boyfriend, who makes me want to be a better daughter and sister, who encouraged me to stop bottling everything up and suffering in silence so that I could actually be emotionally vulnerable, not just with him but with my friends and family!, who has deepened my faith by showing me what agapic love looks like.

and I wasn't guaranteed any of that. when I was turning down dates and ending fledgling relationships, I had no way of knowing that this was even possible. but I think I made the right decision - and if he'd never turned up, I still think I would've made the right decision. Lizzie didn’t know that she would marry Mr Darcy, a man she loved and truly respected and admired, when she turned down Mr Collins. but she was right to turn down Mr Collins.

[pryllee]

7 minutes in heaven, or 7 hours.

Blade x AFAB! Reader

Dubcon, stomach bulge, kinda degradation/praise kink, slight mean blade with a sprinkle of softheartedness, cunnilungus/fingering, riding, jealous reader, kinda jealous blade ”ugly body” rejections whatever mentioned in start, hickeys/marking, tit sucking, bit of possessiveness in both so the feeling can be mutual, small breeding kink mention

A/N: I get pretty awkward and cringey while trying to write fuck parts so I hope anyone who reads this finds this good. And maybe I'll make HCs with him taking care of a child next time... If anyone wants that. 🥲

—

As depressed you already were, it already sucked even more with each rejection that slapped you at the face. You slammed the can of alcohol onto the table as Blade just watched leaning his head onto the wall.

"Ugh these fuckin' asses..." You held onto your head annoyed as hell,

"You know, we should be heading back now." He scanned you, before looking away again to try avoid your ’fiery fists’

You complained, slamming a fist onto the table almost making it break. "Oh c'mon don't make it worse than it already is! These idiots have the nerve to call my body unattractive, they might've just had atleast one more kiss before they died, no? Not like they were any better..." Silently whispering the last part.

Your brows furrowed noticing him staring off into the distance, probably at someone. You tried to find the direction he was looking in, and found a pretty girl almost your height, but her curves really showed through that waitress uniform.

A small ’oh’ of disappointment almost escaped your lips, making your eye twitch. "Maybe your right. Lets go." You grabbed the can with half of alcohol left.

Your walking almost felt like you were stomping leaving Blade barely confused, more like unfazed as he found this normal.

—

You noticed the place felt a little lonely, you didn't hear much till you advanced inside further and noticed some of the stellaron hunters and probably new recruits due to some unfamiliar faces along with Kafka on the side and Silverwolf. "Hi, [ Y/N ]. Nice to see you've brought Blade along with you." Kafka smiled as Silverwolf blew gum up, tapping away on her gaming console.

"Whats going on? They playin' spin the bottle?" You pointed drunkly with drool almost oozing out of your mouth. "Hmm...—seven minutes in heaven or whatever." She waved her hand as her back leaned against a pillar.

What is with these people leaning against shit? Just how disinterested really are they?

"Lemme participate." You spoke as you squeezed in a spot in the circle pushing some people aside joining the weird circle formation that felt like a cult. "What about you, Bladie? Won't you join her too?"

"Not interested. I don't really care about those type of feelings." He was about to walk away in the way both of you came, till Kafka offered him something.

"Hmm, I'm sure Silverwolf can secure you some time with her?" Pointing at her as he noticed a little wheel thing that controlled the bottle. "Unless you want her to give herself up to someone else, that is."

He clenched a fist tightly, loosening it quickly as he just also squeezed in a spot opposite of where you are.

He watched the previous can you held be thrown away assuming you already finished it or didn't and just hated the taste now. As the bottle kept spinning for some time, you wondered when it would land on you and choose a decent looking dude. Till it finally did. But then landed on Blade.

Your expression of happiness quickly went away realizing who else it landed on, would he even want to do spicy with you? If anything he'd probably rather do it with that stupid girl he stared at earlier. Maybe I should kill her. Whoops, thoughts got a little offtrack there.

The person on your right was nudging your shoulder to follow Blade in, as you quickly took a glance at Kafka feeling like something was up. And you were right cause something really was up. You followed him in, as he locked the door behind you both.

"So what do we do? Play cards? Or should we find that girls number?" You scoffed in annoyance wondering how the fuck you both even got paired up. Not like he'd find you anything more than friends.

-

You once planned to confess to him but as you were looking for him, you overheard some parts of a ’private’ conversation.

"Bladie, what do you prefer in a girl?" Kafka smiled, asking him. He just looked away as he looked in your direction, it felt like he saw you, but then it felt like he didn't as it really was just an open corridor thing.

"I don't know. I don't care about such things... But probably someone good with a sword and is stronger than me." He mumbled the last part, seemingly unsure of his words infront of Kafka as she'd probably do some weird shit.

"Oh? I thought you liked girls like [ Y/N ]?" She pried. "No... We're just co-workers, shes too bold for me too." He sighed, speaking in a low tone.

Just co-workers? Ha, is he fucking insane? Not even friends... But literal co-workers? You walked away holding onto your broken heart with tears bubbling up a little but you just wiped them away deciding to push your feelings away.

"Hmm... Poor [ Y/N ], seems pretty upset that she thought she was already rejected without the chance to even ask directly..." Kafka whispered in a low tone, glancing in the same direction he looked in previously.

"...Excuse me?" He asked, yet only got a headshake and ’nothing.’ in response. Did ’Elio’ also foresee this? How come Blade wouldn't get to know though? Well I guess he wouldn't need to since it's not related to the Astral Express or Stelle.

—

"Girls number? Who exactly are you talking about?" He asked, making the atmosphere even more awkward. "Oh please, don't act like I didn't see how you stared down that girl with ’beautiful’ curves in that stupid bar." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"Is this seven minutes in heaven, or seven minutes in hell listening to you complain? And I didn't stare her down. I was just looking at her because ’curves’ were related in the stupid topic. You're the one who just stomped away like a furious little kid." His words hit you hard into the face, "And we aren't dating, I don't see how you're so pissed off about it."

You were practically seething in anger as you just turned around to go through the rooms backdoor to go outside. "And where are you going?" You felt him grip onto your waist, which sent shivers up your spine. "None of your business." You tried to push his hands off yet his grip only tightened even more.

"Blade..– Let go." Your breathing slowly became more and more hitched as the gap between you closed. Suddenly the lights went out and you heard Kafka announce something that made everyone walk away.

"Have fun, you two." Kafka whispered to herself, although she knew you couldn't hear.

"Hm? What happened, Kafka?" Silverwolf confusingly followed her from behind.

His chest pressed against your back, feeling his breathe becoming heavier as his hand slid down to your inner thigh, making you try to squirm out of his grasp almost instantly. "Blade stop—nnh.."

A soft low moan was made out as he caressed your clothed sex, you held onto the door infront of you, "Do you want me, [ Y/N ]?" He whispered into your ear. As short silence filled the room, he spun you around, lifting you up with his arms with your back pressing against the now locked door. "Answer me, you whore."

His eyes bored into yours. Your eyes darted everywhere trying to find a way to escape or somewhere decent to look at. "Whats with the act? How come you're so shy now?" He teased, chuckling, leaning into your lips. His tongue mixing with yours as you held onto him for Aeons sake, digging your nails into his back.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting from both of your lips, before leaning back down biting down on your tops button spitting each one out. "Do you really need to destroy my top? I could've just undo it by myself."

This felt like a dream come true, yet you also wished you would just wake up from it, it feels so wrong yet so right.

"Hmm... Can't have a pretty girl like you falling onto the ground now can we?" He held you with one arm now, with the other needily pushing the remains of your dignity away to reveal your chest. Yet another obstacle arised due to your bra. "Shouldn't we...—stop here? I'm sure it's already been seven minutes.." He shook his head, just pushing your bra down.

"Mmh, how cute, you're the one who wanted this for so long yet you're the one who also wants this to stop already." He bit down on your nipple, suckling on it like he tried to milk you,

"Maybe I should breed you with kids so I can suck alot of milk out of you, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" You moaned softly from time to time, covering your mouth with one hand as the other travelled up his hair,

"Mmngh... I— maybe...nnnh" you whimpered. His mouth was suckling one with one hand cupping the other and flicking at your now hard nipples leaving hickeys. You sobbed out his name softly, "I assume thats a yes? Can't believe how turned on you are when I'm only playing with your tits."

The previous hand that was cupping your boob slid down your pants, pushing it down along with your panty,

"Be a dear and say my name, maybe I'll help with that wetness down there then." His gloved finger ran down your slit, making you shudder,

"blade..." You mumbled

"Can't hear ya."

"Ugh... blade," You looked away embarrassed, your nails again digging into his back.

"Hmm?"

"Oh for Aeons sake, Blade please just fuck me!" You cried out in annoyance, the embarrassment was more than enough.

"Good girl." He lifted you over to a table, laying you on it with you facing him, "Wasn't so hard now was it?" He took his gloves off, pulling your pants off exposing your legs and cunt.

The tension got heavier with the bare cold hitting against your chest and lower half. He aligned two fingers with your hole, slowly pushing it in. "Be gentle—please..." You looked away,

"Mhm... And why should I?" He cooed "Could this be your first time?" You slightly nodded, as he just looked back at your hole, pushing his fingers in deeper forcing a moan out of you; "Ughh..—Blade! Nnh!" You cried, arching your back miserably, it hurt like a bitch yet slowly felt good.

He can't believe he almost gave your virginity up to someone else other than him, the fact you could've been moaning out someone elses name really is annoying.

His fingers thrusted in and out at a painfully slow pace, your walls tightened vigorously and it was so easy for him to access with how wet and slick your pussy already was for him. The pace got faster, with his fingers slightly becoming curled with each passing thrust adding another finger in.

"Fuck! Blade—nngh.. shit..." You cussed out clawing at the table feeling a knot in your tummy loosening, you came all over his fingers making a mess on the table. "Look at what a fucking mess you made, what a slut getting off with my fingers alone." He shoved his fingers down your mouth, onto your tongue,

"Lick it." You moaned softly to try and tease him, along with some sucking. "Ha, maybe I shouldn't have let you cum that easily." He flicked your clit making you yelp a little loudly.

The bulge in his pants was starting to become unbearable, but atleast it's time to actually have some intercourse. He undid his belt, slipping his pants off pulling you closer to him, sitting infront.

You became a tad bolder, holding onto his thigh and with the other hand you held onto his arm. "Sit still, pretty girl." he reprimanded,

He finally slipped his boxers down grabbing onto your ass lifting you up pressing your now dry saliva-ridden tits against his chest slightly with him holding his length, "Uhhm... Are you sure it's going inside of me?" You stared nervously at his length "Yes, and I'll make it fit if you're so worried about that." He spat on his hands, rubbing around it.

"Don't girls usually do that by sucking it?" You ask perplexed, "Mmh... They do, but I'm sure the both of us can't wait to start this fuckfest."

He chuckled again lowly, burrowing his head into the crook of your collarbone kissing it leaving a hickey as he blindly shoved it inside of your hole making your back arch, and tremble. His mouth travelled down again to your nipple, suckling on it and drawing circles around it with his tongue. He stuck his hand in place on your stomach feeling the bulge disappear and appear each thrust he does.

"Fuck—" low moans rolled off your tongue, "... Feels so good, Blade.." He sloppily thrusted inside, trying to find your g-spot, finally noticing you tighten arching your backing vigorously at one of the thrusts, thrusting again making you moan loudly.

"Shh. Do you want someone to hear us?" He shoved a finger in your mouth, spitting onto your tongue making you swallow it. "Such a whore, swallowing my spit so easily." He leaned in for another kiss, mixing saliva together once again sloppily thrusting rolling his tongue around with yours.

His thrusts got faster 'n deeper yet somehow still managed to hit your G-spot everytime, you threw your legs around him, and arms around his neck smashing your lips against him. "Fuck—I'm so close [ Y/N ]... He mumbled lowly with one of his hands travelling down to rub your clit furiously.

You creamed around his cock, liquids dripping down your thighs and his shaft furiously feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. You burrowed your head into his neck, messing his collar up and leaving small hickeys as you bit at him.

"Really what a whore, I can't believe you could've been like this with someone else." His words made you scoff slightly, "Neither can I." Grunts could be heard under his breathe and your moans getting louder and bolder till both of you came at the same time, white liquid filled your womb yet you still felt his length barely softening,

You tightened around him hard you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, "Mmh.. Not done yet." He whispered, blowing into your ear having reality settle into your very veins.

"Don't tell me you still have stamina..." You said in a tired tone. "I do, infact I still do have enough till morning." He laughed leaving another hickey on your collarbone, biting on it feeling proud of all the markings hes made on you.

—

Light shined through the blinds, quite literally almost blinding you till you realized you have no idea where the fuck you are. You were in some weird house, in someones bed. You got up and noticed you were naked, hurriedly finding clothes to wear.

Till you noticed the closet was full of mens wear, yet you just grabbed whatever looked comfortable and strided out of that room... Which was probably Blades room. You noticed a mirror right when you stepped out, and saw hickeys everywhere on your collarbone and neck. "So it really wasn't a dream..."

"What wasn't a dream?" You saw him appear from the side holding a cup of coffee in different clothes for the first time. "Also you're wearing my clothes. They seem too big for you." He remarked, "Well obviously, I have no idea where the hell you threw my clothes off too and the tops buttons were torn off by you."

"Calm down you two, we don't wanna stir up trouble in this house, otherwise we'll be found out and chased out. Also stop with the love quarreling." Silverwolf sighed also in different clothes. "Okay why is everyone in different clothes for the first time? Am I going insane?" You rubbed your eyes.

"Now we may wear the same outfit for a long time but we definitely wear something else at night to sleep comfortably, thank you." She replied in an ’isn't it obvious?’ tone. Blade just leaned on the wall sipping the cup of coffee.

Silverwolf then seemed to remember something, hurriedly tip toeing over to you, "How was it?" She whispered in your ear. "What? How was what? I don't know what you're talking about." You flushed red running away to find the bathroom.

"The bathrooms the other way." He yelled loudly in an unfazed tone. "I KNEW THAT!!!" You screamed dashing the other way.

"Oh dear Blade... What exactly did you do to her?" "Nothing. Don't go thinking weird stuff about me now." He took another sip of his coffee before following in your tracks to also go to the ’bathroom.’

——

[buccini555]

— 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝟐

︵͡ ⁺ 𝟎.𝟏 — 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

︵͡ ⁺ 𝟎.𝟏 — 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

౨ৎ . You ended up having an argument and after they said something rude to you, you left and during the night they found you drinking in a bar with someone else

✧ 𝅄 ׁ ˳ H e a d c a n o n s !!

⁀➴ 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya and Takeomi Akashi

tw: alcohol citation, alcohol abuse, fights with insults, excessive jealousy, offensive words

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"What the hell is wrong with you? Shut the fuck up, please, you are so fuking boring, girl." Ran didn't like wasting his time on silly arguments, so he just behaved as coldly as possible, after getting tired of his attitudes, that night you went alone to a bar you used to frequent, so as not to waste your night, you asked some drinks.

After a few drinks, you were already high enough, when unexpectedly Ran finally found you, as soon as he saw you talking to a guy who by an unfortunate coincidence, belonged to a rival gang, at the same moment the tallest one went to get you, dragging you out of that bar.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Shit! Don't you get tired of giving me disappointments?" Ran said while holding you, then taking you to your house and taking care of you throughout the night.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

"You don't love anyone but yourself, you know how I feel? What the fuck!" Sanzu told you in the middle of the worst argument you and him had, getting up from that bar table and leaving, leaving you completely shaken, but, to simply not waste that night, you made the decision to order some drinks, just to calm down .

After a few bottles, you knew you had exceeded your limits, when without waiting, Sanzu returned to the place, as soon as he returned, he saw you still drinking, but to make matters worse, you were talking to one of the bosses of one of the city's gangs, Haruchiyo took a deep breath and patiently took you out of that place.

"...When you're behaving like a fucking decent person, we'll talk." Sanzu said, taking you home and making sure you were okay.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

"Sometimes I just can't deal with you!" Kakucho definitely did his best to avoid arguments, but at that moment, he simply couldn't contain his words, it honestly hurt you, despite that, you wouldn't end your night, for that reason, he went to one of the bars that were close to your house.

After a few drinks, you were almost completely out of it, after spending a few hours looking for you, when Kakucho finally found you, you were sitting next to one of the members of one of the most dangerous gangs in the city, as soon as he saw you, Kakucho didn't hesitate to pick you up.

He remained completely silent the entire ride home, staying up all night taking care of you until you got better.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"I don't want to hear your voice anymore, don't you understand what I'm saying, stupid bitch?" At the height of that argument, you no longer wanted to hear him, so you just left, during the night in search of distraction, you went to one of the bars in the city, ordering some drinks.

After a few hours, you were already completely drunk, not caring about anything, when suddenly, Manjiro just walked through that door, as soon as he saw you with another guy, he definitely didn't think twice before taking you away.

"I really can't leave you alone for a second, can I?" He said as he carried you home, spending the night trying to at least take care of you.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

"If I knew our shitty relationship was going to be hell, I would never wish I had met you." Kazutora said, being as cold as he could be, making you leave that night, despite that, you didn't want to just waste that moment, so, you went to a bar near your house.

Soon, after a few good drinks, you were already drunk enough when Kazutora showed up to get you out of that unhealthy place, realizing that you were drinking with one of the bosses of a rival gang, making him take you away at the same time.

"...I wonder if you don't think so, do you? I should never have said those things, but what the hell!" He said as he took you home, Kazutora would remain by your side throughout the night.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

"Stop behaving like you mean something to me, you're nothing but a stupid doll to me." Was all he said before you left, Takeomi was really going to ruin your night, but in order not to waste any more time, you just went to have fun at a bar near your house.

After drinking more than you could, Takeomi felt sorry and went to look for you, but as soon as he arrived at the place, he saw you talking to a member of another gang, he immediately dragged you out of the bar by your arm, making as big a fuss as possible.

"You're nothing but stupid! I should leave you there." Takeomi said as he made you walk, taking you home and staying by your side throughout the night complaining about your behavior.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Alhaitham helps [Name] find relief due to an aphrodisiac.

[Name] felt her body burn up. Her breathing was shallow as she searched the library for a book that could help her current predicament, “Ngh… where is that stupid book..”

Alhaitham happened to be there as well. Normally he would ignore any ramblings but at the sound of [Name]’s desperate tone, his eyes glanced in her direction. The young woman gasped, pulling out a book on philtres. Clutching it to her chest, [Name] carelessly turned, bumping into Alhaitham’s chest, “Oomph!”

He raised a brow, “What do you have there?” [Name] tried to side step but Alhaitham blocked her exit. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

"Hm, is that so?"

His fingers swiped the book out of her hands, examining the cover, "Why do you need such a book?" Flipping through the pages, the vocabulary and illustrations were quite graphic. He couldn’t fathom someone like the innocent [Name] researching a topic like this. "You're not exactly the type to require something like this. What’s the reason?” He’d always been curious when it came to her.

“I.. ah.. got hit with an aphrodisiac so I need to find a way to..” she swallowed saliva, “-… flush it out of my system.”

Not expecting that, Alhaitham's eyes widened, closing the book with a hand and looking down at [Name] with a worried expression. "How did you come in contact with one?"

"Did someone intentionally give this to you?" His tone was stern, brain wracking for possibilities as to why this was happening to her. “I don’t know..” the last thing on [Name]’s mind was figuring out the ‘how’ and more focused on a viable solution to this— “Can I just haa…have the book?? It’s definitely getting worse and I cannot be in public like this..”

Indeed, [Name] looked feverish. Her skin was flushed and beads of sweat gathered at her temples. "Follow me. Let’s get you somewhere safe."

[Name] followed, occasionally stumbling as her legs shook with need. “Mngh…” Alhaitham led her into a secluded room. It was a decent size, littered with books and papers. “Why are we.. here..?? I need to-” she doubled over, gasping as the arousal in her body threatened to erupt.

"Listen to me, no matter how you feel, you can't let your body take control. You have to try and remain calm.”

[Name] shook her head, “I can’t. It’s too hot in here..” she breathed, making haste of removing her outer layers.

"It's not hot, it’s your body reacting to the aphrodisiac." He says, grabbing her chin and tilting her head back so he could look at her eyes—the pupils were so dilated. A few strands of hair stuck to [Name]’s forehead as she breathed heavily, grabbing Alhaitham’s wrist, “Help me… please… have sex with me. Just this once..”

Alhaitham tried not to ogle at her body, which was barely covered by her panties and a loose camisole, one of the straps falling down her shoulder. The material was transparent enough that he could see her perked nipples. “No.”

He knew that if he went through with this, he couldn’t go back. Her brain was clouded with desire and it was up to him to make the rational decisions. Alhaitham feared he wouldn’t stop once he had a taste of her—[Name], the one person he dearly wished to fuck, but he also couldn’t let her be taken advantage of by someone else either. He was at an impasse.

Before Alhaitham could say or do anything else, [Name] had run out. She was light on her feet because when he tried to chase after, she was nowhere to be seen. Alhaitham sighed, “Shit.”

After almost an hour of scouring the Akademiya, Alhaitham went home to try and find anything that could help [Name]. What if someone with bad intentions came across— he froze at the moans coming from Kaveh’s room. It was the last place Alhaitham would think to search.

His expression hardened.

There's no way he was going to allow that degenerate to have any sort of pleasure with [Name].

The door wasn’t even locked. It swung open to reveal [Name], completely bare, with Kaveh holding onto her hips tightly—the blond had a look of concentration while her eyes were glazed, cheeks reddened, and her body sleek with sweat. “Haah…”

Alhaitham’s jaw clenched, his tone dripping with venom, “What do you think you’re doing..? Using [Name] for your selfish desires, satisfying your bodily needs?"

“I’m helping her.” Kaveh responded, not even looking at Alhaitham. “I found her in a half delirious state, begging for release. We’ve been at this for a while and she can’t seem to..” Kaveh’s hips moved with effort, causing [Name] to moan shamelessly. Alhaitham was furious, his fists clenched before reaching out and forcefully grabbing Kaveh by the hair, “Get away from her.”

“Don’t hurt him..” Alhaitham reluctantly loosened his grip on Kaveh before letting him go at her behest. His expression softened when he looked over at her. "[Name]..." his tone was gentle, showing his concern for her.

“Please.. aah.. fuck me…” Alhaitham was reluctant to let this situation continue, but he knew that she needed release. His expression was one of contemplation, filled with conflicting feelings. Draping a his jacket over her body, Alhaitham hesitated for a moment, “I can figure out a way..-”

[Name] shook her head, pushing the sheet down, exposing her breast. Taking a deep breath, Alhaitham propped her into his arms. Kaveh couldn’t even argue when Alhaitham glared upon exiting, his eyes showing murderous intent.

Now at his room, Alhaitham set her gently on the bed, pushing back some of the hair that was stuck on her forehead. “I’ll only do this.. if it means helping you. I won’t let you be used by anyone else.”

Alhaitham's tone sounded resolved, and he began to gently caress her cheek. His eyes raked over the curvatures of her figure, leaning to kiss her lips. [Name] reciprocated quickly, accepting Alhaitham’s touch on her hips as he freed his erection. She squirmed at the sight, it was too big, yet she could not help but want it inside.

Both of them moaned simultaneously at the slow intrusion. [Name] was lubricated enough that her entrance enveloped Alhaitham entirely. It took him a moment to compose himself and not cum instantly. He needed to focus on [Name]’s needs, not his own.

Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, lips seeking his own. Alhaitham gave her everything she wanted, his tongue sliding into her mouth, hips moving with more force. Throughout the course of five hours, [Name] was folded in numerous ways as she took Alhaitham’s cum over and over, her insides painted white. He insisted on maintaining eye contact, which made her feel even more flushed. Towards the end, one of her legs slid down from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow, “Mngh..”

With a final orgasm, she showed no signs of any more arousal. [Name] tried to sit up but was pushed back into bed by Alhaitham’s, "Shhh..." his hands caressed her face, kissing her tenderly and stroking her hair. “Rest.”

[Name] fell asleep immediately. Her body was exhausted—slick with sweat, flushed from hours of continuous intercourse, flesh marked from their strong grips and their essence on her thighs mixing with her own. Her hair was disheveled and clung to her sweaty skin. Alhaitham wrapped [Name] with a blanket after he’d run a wet rag over her body, cleaning what he could.

Alhaitham placed a chair in front of the bed, sitting down as he watched over [Name]'s body, his concerns for her still lingering in his mind. He felt angry on her behalf that this occurred, wishing he’d slept with her under different circumstances, one where she truly desired him, begging for more with those pretty lips of hers. Still, she looked so peaceful now, expression relaxed and not frowning due to the discomfort that the philtre had caused.

When she came to, [Name] went red at the realization of where she was. Covering half of her face with the blanket she began to stammer an apology. “A-Alhaitham.. I… I’m sorry you got dragged into this..” She was absolutely mortified, especially when she remembered it all—specifically how their bodies meshed into one and of all the things they did.

Alhaitham seemed unfazed. He seemed to have bathed and changed. “Are you still feeling any of the effects?”

“No...”

"Good." Alhaitham said softly. He motioned to a breakfast platter, “You should eat to regain some of your strength. Your clothes have been cleaned so you may use the bath after you’re done eating.” [Name] could only nod in gratefulness.

“I talked with Kaveh.”

At this, [Name] sat up, wincing slightly. “You didn't fight right?”

Alhaitham crossed his arms. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel a stab of jealousy at her concern for his housemate. "No. I simply gave that dog a stern warning. I made it clear to Kaveh that doing such things is unacceptable."

[Name] bit into the piece of bread. It was still warm. “Don’t get angry at Kaveh. It was my fault. I shamelessly.. practically… I..” Alhaitham sighed, wiping the crumbs from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. His tone softened at her words, "That may be so, but I can't just forgive Kaveh for taking advantage of you. I know you were not in the right mindset at the time."

“Even I..” he retracted his fingers from her face. “I’ll give you space.” Before she could respond, Alhaitham was out the door. Eating her meal in peaceful silence, [Name] slid out of bed, wincing at the aching between her thighs. Her legs gave out a few steps from the bed, her face in a grimace as she felt cum dripping out of her hole. “Urgh…”

By the time Alhaitham returned, [Name] had managed to bathe. His eyes wandered over her figure— observing the wetness of her hair, tiny water droplets falling onto the soft material of her shirt. At this point Alhaitham had gotten so used to seeing her nude that it felt weird looking at her with clothes on.

"It appears that you're feeling better now?"

“Mn. The bath helped, though I will take a few days to recover. “ Alhaitham stepped closer, taking a strand of her wet hair and stroking it with his fingers. Was it bad that he desired her even more? [Name] looked up at him, “Uh.. Alhaitham..?” He made a sound of confirmation. “Why did you help me? I know you were against it-”

"You really can't tell, can you?"

When she didn’t reply, Alhaitham got closer. "It should be obvious to you. If anything, I rejected you for your own good." He continued to run his fingers through her hair—his touch was light and gentle. It felt intimate. [Name]’s face flushed, “What do you mean?”

His hand tilted her chin, “I was afraid you'd regret it. And..”

"I want to be with you, not just for a night."

When [Name] blinked in realization, Alhaitham’s thumb ran across her bottom lip, testing her reaction before leaning in slowly—their lips meeting gently. Swayed easily by his affection, [Name] closed her eyes, feeling Alhaitham’s tongue in her mouth.

Alhaitham pulled her even closer, one of his hands cradling the back of her head. Their mouths moved together as they shared an intense moment of passion, his body pressed against hers as each of them breathed in each other's air. As they separated, Alhaitham took [Name]'s right hand, looking at it closely for a moment before he pressed his cheek against it and smiled softly.

"I love you, [Name]. I want to spend every single day with you, to see your face when I wake up in the morning and when I go to sleep at night.”

He placed a tender kiss on her hand before releasing it. “I realize this may not be the appropriate time to confess, but I want to be the only one to provide you with my absolute attention and affection."

“…Yes. I accept. Please give me all of your love, Alhaitham.”

[sneezeplease]

Angel Undone

Hello fellow queers or Haz/bin enjoyers, and welcome to the results of my poll!! I had a ton of people choose option 2, and while I'm such a sucker for Huskerdust this fic kind of got away from me and this is mostly Angel whump.

Tw: Cannon-compliant Valentino Abuse, slight mess, references to ep. 4

Enjoy 2k words of Angel with a bad cold, although he does get some help in the end//

“Amorcito! Dressing room, now!" Despite how lightheaded he felt, Angel struggled to get up out of the bed, grateful that he was just doing a simple gangbang. His hands were shaking far too much to be able to untie anything, and he doubted the other “actors” were anything but disgusted with him right now. The spider tried his best to seem unafflicted, but it was rather hard when even standing up caused the room to spin. He ran a hand through his hair, and must have looked pitiful enough that some new actor helped him to stand. 

“Are you okay?” the guys voice was deep, and although he had long since made an effort to forget the name and face of the dozens of people he worked with daily, he remembered starkly where the guy was from, his breath catching in his throat and causing him to cough weakly. 

Charlie getting yelled at, looking so apologetic and teary-eyed. Valentino turned back to Angel, Angel knowing he had caused her so much pain for no reason, that he had led another one of his friends to be hurt by the cruel man who used to be so kind to him. That was when Angel really knew he couldn’t stay like this anymore, that he needed to fight back in the smallest ways so Val could lose interest. 

“Not really, can you- help me to the wall?” His voice was quieter than it ever was while he was performing, but he really didn’t want to get the man sick after he had been at least decent to Angel. He knew that the only person in the industry who really liked him was Valentino, and he was fucking fine with that. He had to be, there was no way he could change that when Val was so fucking controlling. 

[in the back of his fever-addled mind, Anthony was able to recognize that he had never wanted this life. The sinner was manipulated into it, and his feeling of helplessness is what caused his deeply rooted desire to forget everything, to numb the pain of his bleeding heart for even just a moment]

"Here… you look way… out of it. Did ya start using again?” Despite his aching throat, Angel scoffed loudly. 

“Of course I didn’t! It’s just- some cold I picked off from the prin— from where I live, alright? it’s nothing else!” He didn’t bother to say that he had sworn to his best friend that he could stay away from drugs and didn't feel the need to explain something like that in such an open environment. Instead, Angel tried to stumble forward to the door. He was so- so close, when that terrible tickle got even worse in his head. His stuffiness switched to a twitching, lingering itch, and despite rubbing it slowly, it did nothing to help. 

The spider felt his breath catch, almost like a moan, as he began to sneeze? No, he wasn’t sneezing yet, but it felt like he had to sneeze so much that it was making him gasp and whine, teasing him much worse than an orgasm ever had. “Uhhhhh’kSHIEEwww!! Uhhhh’PTChhh!! Ehhhhh’Tshihhh!” he managed to bring an arm up to sneeze into, only moving it down to grab the doorknob. “It doesn’t sound like any cold, but if that's what you want it to be it can-” the man shrugged before walking away from Angel, leaving the spider sinner to take a deep breath in. he knew what was waiting in the dressing room, but he also knew that he had to face Valentino. Hopefully, it would be quickly over with, but Angel Dust wasn’t going to count on it. 

He opened the door nearly silently, then winced as he saw Valentino sitting down on his chaise lounge, smoking like he always did. “Angel Dust, someone isn’t looking too good. Tell me, did you finally come to your senses? Or is this just the consequence of being around such filth at that damned hotel?” Before Angel could even speak, Valentino’s face twisted into something sinister and angry, the rage he usually concealed displayed as he stood up and walked closer to the other. 

“Perhaps… you’ve gotten terribly close to Lucifer’s bimbo daughter, haven’t you? Or the old-timey overlord that Vox can’t stand? You probably got sick from whoring yourself out again, without my permission!” Angel winced at the accusations, his arms crossing over his body to defend himself. Despite how much progress he ever thought he had made, it always faded away in this forsaken dressing room, where his confidence and self-esteem had been destroyed so many times before. 

Still, Angel knew the repercussions of not filling the silence, knew the blows he would be getting for being cowardly if he didn’t even attempt an excuse. Between the fever and the panicking, all Angel could manage was a shitty, overused excuse: 

 “Val, I didn’t mean to get sick, I swear!”

“Really? You didn’t leave me just so you could find some other bitch to control you? To make you feel good?” His leash materialized suddenly as Valentino yanked him closer. The pressure from the collar on Angel's throat caused him to cough harshly, whining as he finally got his breathing under control. 

“I haven’t! I just help out at the hotel, that’s all! Someone probably wandered in while— while!!” He tried every trick he could think of to stop himself, even putting his tongue to the roof of his mouth. constrained as he was, he knew he was too close to Valentino to not sneeze on him. 

“While?” Valentino blew a puff of smoke in his face, and that was what did it. Any control Angel had fought for was quickly taken away from him, the usually clingy scent from his cigarette now invading his nostrils and causing him to lose his breathing. 

“HEhhhHHH’GSHUEWWWW!!! EHHHHHH’TCHuhhhh!!! HAhhhhh’CHIEWWWWW!!! AHhhhhh”PSHOOOO!! Uhhhhhh’TSHUEWWWWW!!! IHHHHHH’KSHIEHHHH!!” The sneezes caused him to pull against the restraints with each one, and they were definitely loud enough to hear from outside the room. Valentino first looked intrigued when Angel seemed to be moaning, but now he looked nothing short of disgusting.  

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to Snehhhh-EIhhhhh’TCHIEHHHH!! HIHHHHHH’KSHUHHHH! EHHH’PTSHUEWWWW!!” The tickle was far too overwhelming for Angel to even attempt to cover or hide them, and all he could really do was sneeze, the perfume from the smoke setting his nose aflame. 

“Fine!” The chains released as Valentino threw them aside. That caused Angel to stumble and fall, barely being able to shift and fall on the couch, even if it was face first. “I’ll call off the team for today, but you only get three fucking days Angel! Three days to get rid of that disgusting illness.” The door slamming shut only made Angel's headache worse, but at least he could get dressed now, right?

He tried to get dressed for fifteen minutes, having to pause between his skirt and shirt to muffle another wrenching fit. Each sneeze was taking away energy Angel Dust simply didn’t have and caused him to cough afterwards. The usually high-spirited spider was barely functioning, and he grabbed a black robe to cover himself with, as an added layer of heat (not that he could keep warmth well anyways).

Angel dust isn't quite sure how he got back to the hotel, but the spider was close to tears when he finally opened the door. His entire body felt like it was freezing and overheating at the same time, the fever that had given his fur a notable pink flush getting worse as he pushed his body to the -

"Angel? What happened? Charlie came up to him, her hand hovering like she waited to support him but waiting for his consent, and Angel only pulled himself together long enough to give her a plastic smile. 

“Nothing Toots. It was just a long day at work-" his second set of arms appeared again to steady himself as he tried to hold off the sneeze long enough to make sure he wouldn’t get Charlie-

“hhh’EhhhhhhTch’ieWwwww!!” The one time he had wanted not to make an entrance, and his body couldn’t even listen to him. his sneezes were typically over the top, and while he didn’t find the sensation good or bad, he wished that just once he could sneeze quietly. 

“Damn you! Are you feeling alright?” And now Charlie sounded way too sympathetic. Angel had to resist the desire to bang his head against one of his arms, he knew there was no way to hide his sickness now. 

So he did what came most easy to him when feeling his shittiest: put on a good performance. “I feel great Tootz! Just amazing, ya know?” he racked his brain to think of something, anything, that could make him sneeze like this, but besides one that could get him kicked out of the hotel, nothing else came to mind. 

“You look ill, my effeminate fellow!” Alastor was smiling like usual, even though Charlie was currently attempting to help Angel to the foyer couch. He fell on it dramatically, batting his eyelashes a couple of times. 

“I’m not sick, just had an extra-long day of work. Val’s going on some “honeymooning” weekend with that TV head and the other one, so he made me work for my time off. Nothing I can’t handle, I’ll be fine with some rest–” his voice cut off at the end of his perfect performance, the tones and inflections making his piss poor excuses actually believable.  Angel couldn’t even remember the last time he felt this sick and miserable from something other than trying to quit cold turkey.  The spider couldn’t even turn his head before coughing his lungs out, and it must have sounded bad enough that Al slipped back into the shadows, leaving just the two of them.

“Here you go Angel,” Charlie gently placed a cup of water into his hands, which the sinner gulped down eagerly. 

“Thanks Toots.” Angel couldn’t keep up any sort of act anymore, and he opened his eyes slightly to see Charlie hesitating to run a hand through his hair. “You are a lifesaver, I tell ya.” he drank the water as fast as he could, gulping it down. It barely did anything for his nose, but at least now he could actually say a few words. 

“I could get you some medicine, or an ice pack, or a heating pack but Nifty took that somewhere so it might take awhile, and actually-a-thermometer-would-” Angel laughed softly, but he appreciated how much care Charlie showed to him. Right now, after he had just been belittled and mocked by Val, most of his cares flew out of the window, including any personal touch.

Charlie had just felt his forehead and compared it to her own when Angel felt his nose twitching once again. He wished that it would just stop, that he could force all of these aches to go away and just be able to sleep. “Toots, ya should try to m-move…” Charlie pulled back quickly, although she seemed confused as to the reason. “Is something wrong? I can get you an ice pack or more water–” Charlie’s worried ramblings were cut by Angel lifting a finger, his breath catching a couple of times. It sounded ragged and desperate, but he couldn’t control it. “Ahhhhh’Kihhh’SCHOOooo!! Hahhhh’TCHIewww!! Iehhhh’KCHUHHHH!! HeHHH’SHuHhhhh!!” The fit even sounded tired, and Angel groaned lightly as he did so. “Angel, are you sure you don’t want some help to your room? I could see if Vaggie or-” Charlie stopped talking, looking over Angel's head. All the sinner could do was grumble, hiding his face in the pillow. 

“It’s fine toots, I’ll just fall asleep right here. No need to mess with that room stuff,” A deeper chuckle came from behind Angel's back, and he didn’t need to look back to tell Husker was there. He hid further into the pillow, determined to keep another person from seeing him like this, especially one that Angel had gotten so close to. 

[svltzmans]

for worse or for better - h.m.

a/n: good morning! another banger request from ??? anon lets all thank them for their contributions to my blog 😭 this is the last fic in my request box so if any of y'all have something in mind you want me to write now is the perfect time to send it in <3

warnings: kinda angsty??? but then fluffy so its fine <3, mentions of periods, unnecessary cursing bc i am a sailor

y/n knew when she woke up that her day wasn't going to go well.

the squeezing pains in her abdomen had already started, and she wasn't having it. not even a little.

messily making her bed and getting dressed, she realizes that even the most mundane of tasks are stressing her out.

much to her dismay, she still had to go to class. and wickery practice, and to study group, and...

ugh.

more than anything else, y/n just wants to stay in bed. maybe shed a few tears and order a pizza. but that is a complete pipe dream.

"y/n! hi!"

it's lizzie, and she's in an annoyingly good mood.

"hey," y/n manages, her mood shining through in her tone.

lizzie feigns a frown. "someone didn't sleep well, huh?"

"i slept fucking fine, if you must know," y/n sneered, becoming irritated by lizzie's ever present charm.

"jeez, y/n. i'm gonna walk away now."

and she does, and y/n immediately feels bad. she knows she's pretty irritable on her period, but she thought she'd be able to control it.

but as it turns out, she's not in as much control as she thought.

y/n takes her usual seat in potions class, usually right next to her girlfriend, hope.

except hope's not there when class starts, and y/n is irritated. the one person that makes her feel better decided not to show up.

she sighs, resting her chin in her arms. she knew class would feel extra long without hope next to her, cracking jokes and sharing the doodles she draws instead of focusing and taking notes.

an hour finally goes by after what feels like three, and y/n is exhausted. she knows she has to go to wickery practice or face the wrath of penelope park.

does she care about that? not much, but she forces herself to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts and make her way to the field. she's sure hope will come eventually, considering that wickery is much more fun than potions class.

the team has already started practicing when y/n arrives, and she decides to just jump in.

making a few decent passes, she thinks her day might just be turning around. still with no sight of hope, y/n's disappointment grows in the pit of her stomach.

she forgets about her misfortune momentarily when she spots lizzie, preparing for the next play. she makes her way over, feeling unnerved that the blonde is still angry about earlier.

"lizzi-"

"y/n, don't apologize. i have a period too."

"how did you...?"

"i just know. that's the only time you ever act like that. well, that and when you haven't had caffeine in a couple of days."

"you know me a little too well. now, give me the ball."

toward the end of practice, y/n sits down on the bench, sipping some water. she scans the field for hope, thinking she might have missed her, but she's nowhere to be found.

it's not exactly unlike hope to miss class, and maybe even an occasional wickery practice, but y/n is getting frustrated. she hasn't seen her girlfriend all day, and hope hadn't made any effort to see her.

as if her thoughts could be read, hope plops down next to her, in her wickery uniform.

"what'd i miss?," she asks, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's cheek as she settles.

"uh, well, where do i start? potions, almost all of wickery practice... where have you been all day?"

"dr. saltzman needed me, we had to go-"

"well why didn't you tell me, hope? i've been worried about you. you can't just disappear all day. you didn't even put in any effort to let me know that i wouldn't see you at all today."

with that, y/n stands and starts walking away. she knows she needs to be alone before she starts saying worse things she doesn't mean.

hope is left completely blindsided by y/n's reaction to her presence. y/n never gets frustrated in that way, especially not with her. she figures something must be bothering her, and without much consideration at all, she comes to a conclusion.

after coming down from her anger high, y/n is consumed with guilt from the way she treated both hope and lizzie. she at least had attempted to apologize to lizzie, even though lizzie had practically done all the work for her.

she decided that she couldn't face hope, not like this. she is almost ashamed of the way her eyes are puffy from the tears that had streamed (and are still slightly streaming) down her flushed face.

just as y/n starts to prepare to sleep, there's a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n? it's me, are you in there?"

it's hope, and y/n decides that she has to talk to her eventually.

"yeah, i'm here," she mutters, voice still weak from crying.

hope creaks open the door, shutting it gently behind her, and sits at the foot of y/n's bed.

"are you okay?"

"totally fine."

"it looks like you've been crying."

"nope. just... allergies."

a silence falls between them, with a worried look on hope's face as y/n avoids her gaze.

"y/n..."

before hope can even start her sentence, tears are welling in y/n's eyes. she crossed her fingers that hope wouldn't notice, but soon the few tears turned into a small stream.

hope moves closer, wrapping her arms tightly around y/n's torso. "oh, baby... it's okay. you're okay," she whispers, gently scratching the back of y/n's head.

"hope... i am so sorry, i don't know what got into m-"

"shh, hey, it's okay. i understand. i get a period too, you know."

"lizzie said the same thing! like exactly!"

y/n can't help but laugh, and hope soon joins her.

"c'mon, let's get some rest, yeah?"

"only if you'll stay tonight."

"y/n, if you think i'm going anywhere, you have lost your damn mind. but, i think i need to borrow some of your pajamas..."

"say less."

before she knows it, y/n is dead asleep, hope's arm draped lightly over her girlfriend.

hope pulls her closer, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

"sleep tight, don't let penelope park bite," she whispers, giggling quietly to herself.

[electricbluebutterflies]

“did you ever stop and think that maybe just maybe the person you’re looking for is me?” + eddie/chrissy

PG-ish and also on ao3. I haven't written these little bbys in a hot minute and I missed them.

Chrissy floats, after.

It makes an amount of sense. Something happened – she’s still not totally sure what happened – and she spent the end of senior year in the hospital, and now-

She’s not sure who she is anymore, but nothing will ever be the same.

No one from her old life wants to talk to her that summer, she knows that much. The circumstances of the incident are too damning, and she can’t say she blames them, but also screw them all, and-

At least she has the boy who was there when it happened. The boy who most of the nurses thought was her boyfriend, apparently, and she’s pieced together bits of what happened when her consciousness wasn’t reliable and it’s all so sweet and-

Boys like that don’t actually fall in love with girls like her. Chrissy knows how the world works better than that. She’s a little uncertain of herself right now but she can’t imagine she’ll stray too far from what she’s been, whereas he’s…

If she admits to herself that she’s had a secret crush for a couple years, that makes it worse, but she’s ignoring the issue there.

Regardless, there’s also the thing where Eddie is one of the few people in her life who doesn’t treat her weird now, and if anything he’s just… decided to stay present, probably out of some weird sense of obligation but whatever. Chrissy is a little too desperate to question this, and it’s nice to have someone go out of their way for her, ask her to meet him in safe neutral places and they just talk and-

He’s midway through one of his big daydream tangents, mid-afternoon at the overgrown park that’s becoming their spot, and she could listen to him for hours and she has so often and-

Summer is almost over. She’s almost stable enough to start trying to have a normal life again, and she thinks she’d be a decent receptionist since there’s no way she’s going away for college now that she’s fragile, and she doesn’t know what he’s doing and it doesn’t seem like he knows what he’s doing either, and she feels like they’re running out of time, and-

“Did you ever stop and think that maybe, just maybe, the person you’re looking for is me?”

She broke him. That’s her first thought. Eddie Munson, infamous for having no idea when to shut up (among other things), is currently looking at her like some wire got snipped in his brain and-

“Is that… an option?”

She’d kiss him if she thought that’d get her anywhere, and she thinks she’d like kissing him, he wouldn’t be weird about it like other boys, but it would be too soon and sudden and Chrissy has spent most of her life being told not to be that way and-

“Do you want it to be?”

“Weird enough you even hang out with me, so…”

Chrissy laughs, and she knows he thinks she’s extra-cute when she does that and it’s not the point and it’s entirely the point, and-

“You saved my life. Isn’t that already the most fairytale thing you’ve ever heard?”

“You don’t owe me-“

“I know. But it got me thinking about what I want, and… you’re sweet to me, you’re a good person…”

“You really-“

Okay, now she needs to kiss him. She does, most of her body leaning across the picnic table, and it’s awkward in the way that first kisses are always awkward but also fluttery like she’s never really had before and-

“I want that,” she says like it’s the most real thing in the world. “And we can figure out everything else later, and-“

“Okay if I move over there so we can hold hands?”

“Yeah. Please.”

[starguardianniom]

Shadybug and Chloé

So I read that many people were peeved that Chloé Bourgeois got namedropped when Shadybug was ranting to Ladyfly about how she didn't have a good life and only knew pain and suffering at the ends of Chloé and well, I feel like it kinds of fit though?

Hear me out first before branding your pitchforks please.

In Shadybug and Claw Noir's world, Betterfly says that any forms of mutual aid is a CRIME.

So let's just say that probably shades some lights on why Shadybug is so angry and bitter and jealous of Ladybug, she has no one to turn to but her partner who tries to backstab her constantly and wouldn't mind killing her off without a second thought if she pushed her luck too much.

If helping someone else is a crime in their world, it would probably explain why Shadybug has no friends, the girl squad trying to comfort her back in Derision the year before and Socqueline standing up for her would probably get them in serious trouble and it wouldn't be with just Chloé, but probably the teachers and other students witnessing them help Emonette in any way.

No idea what would be the punishment, but most likely something they don't dare to try to chance it.

So they are not close to Emonette and don't befriend her, so she is really alone to face her bully.

Who is probably worse than the actual Chloé if there is really no one stopping her from making Emonette feeling even worse.

The Supreme being the main villain and not Gabriel changed some stuff in their world, and it starts with different laws and views on some things, and one of them is helping others in any way is seen as criminal.

Apparently being decent in that universe makes you a pariah or something like that.

That might also explains why Shadybug says she doesn't have a nice mom, her mom probably doesn't dare to do anything against her bullying, or even if she is maybe concerned about it, can't help her because again it's a crime to help others in that universe apparently.

Not that even if she did try, Chloé is most likely still the daughter of the mayor in that universe too and can get away with it while probably having Emonette and Sabine being punished for any perceived slight against her, weither she is in the right or wrong. We saw several examples in the show of her doing just that, and some where before and after she became Queen Bee so.

And let's not forget that Emonette doesn't have Alya either, so she probably went through what Marinette went through 4 seasons with Chloé on a different scale, given there are no heroes but Betterfly to defend them and inspire them, and since helping others is not acceptable, Chloé has no one to look up to and idolize and wanting to be better, this universe seems to encourage people to be worse instead of better and anyone thinking the opposite becomes a criminal.

Again, their universe is quite different from the one the show takes place in and maybe it would help to remember that.

Sure it sucks for all of Chloé's fans to have her name dragged in the mud again it seems, but it's a different Chloé from quite a nasty piece of work of a universe as far as I can tell, so to me it checks out.

Because at the beginning before Marinette heard about Adrien and he becoming Ladybug to save Paris her biggest concern was Chloé Bourgeois.

She had known Chloé for years and was her favorite target, and given she was a normal teenager back then, her bully being her biggest source of angst, given how nasty Chloé is and with her father's name backing her up, seems to have it big on her plate.

Because the only person who ever gave Marinette a hard time was Chloé, never the others students, until that one time in Derision with Kim but well we're not gonna dwell on that anymore.

So it makes sense Emonette's biggest concern who made her life horrible was also Chloé Bourgeois until she got her miraculous from the Supreme, if no one else was willing to being marked a criminal for daring to help her via actual laws.

Because if people forgot about it the Supreme had no problem using two 14 years old teenagers to become his enforcers while also hiding the fact that using their powers for evil would destroy them, and those kids were fucking working for him willingly, so imagine how other 14 years old kids (mainly the class) would fare if they dared breaking the law for Emonette by helping her in any way?

Not much better it seems, given the Supreme was willing to let 2 teens die slowly despite their loyalty to him it means most likely being a kid isn't an excuse to break the law.

Gabriel said people lived in fear of the Supreme, I got a pretty good idea of why when thinking about it all.

I'm legit scared of Emonette's universe not gonna lie.

Helping people being a crime there, think about it for a second.

Chloé would have no reason to change for the better unless she would want to have problems with the actual ruler of the world.

Sounds far fetched but then again the Supreme was also able to prevent people from making a wish with Gimmi, aka the actual top god so yeah, it sucks but it's how it is in that universe.

BUT. BUT.

Doesn't mean that Emonette can't make Chloé change to become a better person in the future, but we probably won't see that happening if we ever see her again, or if we do it will probably just be mentionned quickly, or they will have bigger concerns to deal with.

[lousirs]

Hi!

It’s me again and I was wondering what is the solution for Lou’s situation?

Like he was alone for who knows how long (with short amount of time with Ox, but that ended terribly) teaching these dolls. Of course that time he was probably isolated from the rest of the doll’s. And in the end of the movie he is basically degraded to janitor so he lost his purpose (train dolls) and I guess to identity (he isn’t perfect anymore, everyone hates him) is basically unneeded. And of course he still can’t go to the Big world.

Like I know he should face punishment for what he did. But still what do you think they should do with him? (They can’t just leave him to do the janitor job, at least I don’t think that’s the solution.)

Thank you for your answer and have a good day:)

hello again :)

yeah, lou's situation is literal hell.

he's stuck in doll purgatory, he's lost his purpose as a mentor and teacher, he's forced to clean up after everyone (which must suck because i'm guessing the prettydolls and uglydolls are going wild with messiness)(lydia literally covered her face in green paint for the hell of it so)...

my solution? MAKE HIS SITUATION LESS UNBEARABLE. he'll never be able to leave, so why not at least make him feel welcome? he did wrong, of course, but in the end he was probably following protocol. because who would want a doll that is below standard? not the factory, that's for sure. that'll ruin their reputation.

i want lou to have a friend so bad. like, someone that isn't concerned about the big world as much as everyone else, who reaches out to lou despite how others treat him, and show genuine kindess to him, which allows him to become a better doll because of it. i want someone to stick up for him, realise that what he did was wrong, but also realise that constantly humiliating him and isolating him isn't going to help anything. i want lou to open up to this friend, about the years of lonliness and pain he's suffered through being a prototype, having to watch endless dolls leave him to gain the love he will never obtain.

the friend could be anyone, really. my personal take is that it's nolan. yes, i know that lou called him ugly and left him to the dog, but lou called loads of prettydolls (and the uglydolls) ugly (so it wasn't really targeted)(nolan was just one example out of many) and he left his own henchmen (tuesday) to take the bullet for him during the gauntlet, not just nolan. lou only cared about the uglydolls failing, he didn't care at the time about anything else. nolan sending lou to the washer was karma for lou sending the uglydolls (and perhaps the prettydolls) to the washer as well. and besides, the other dolls were wanting lou dead with his stuffing teared out. nolan basically saved him there. also, lou being captured by the dog is additional karma for not saving nolan (and stopping tuesday from saving him) earlier.

anywho, i think nolan would be the best option for pre-existing characters (since nolan seemed to like lou despite lou's insults)(and nolan seems like an empathetic sweetheart)...

i may be slightly biased as a nolou shipper and nolan and lou being my favourites, but i've always thought that they would become friends. not instantly though, lou would probably still be hostile to everyone (because of trust issues and general anger) and get mad at nolan for throwing him in the washer, but ya know. it's a slow-cooked friendship.

moxy or ox or mandy are also decent options, though i think with them, they have more history with lou, and were treated worse (just my opinion though)(but he did try to recycle all three of them at some point). they could work, but it would need for lou to realise his mistakes, and for the other doll to forgive him (either after he apologises or they do some reflecting idk).

a totally new character could also work.

but i want in the end for lou to apologise to the dolls he's hurt, and for them to eventually forgive him (or at least tolerate him) and allow him to feel included. to feel loved. that would be nice.

...or just do what the doll jail AU is doing. send that silly doll to jail why not--

[cursedvibes]

Not to sound like a Gojo fan but I... kinda?? Hated?? How Kenjaku died??? And honestly I hope Gege pulls a "oh look they're alive again!!" because it was so anticlimatic. It feels like Gege is in a hurry even if he decided to continue the manga for a bit longer. The fact we are not going to get the Mother X Son confrontation with Kenjaku and Yuji is disappointing, since I felt that was what it was building up to. The big most awaited fights are just not hitting it.

I can totally relate because if Kenjaku really is dead that would mean a whole bunch of plot points, mainly surrounding Yuuji, would just go up in flames. Not to mention that it was not only shocking, but completely...nothing. Having Yuuta do the beheading means nothing to him (because Gojo is already dead and so he can't fulfil his promise) and Kenjaku never cared about him either. People like to pull the "Kenjaku underestimated him and he showed them" line, but no, Kenjaku didn't underestimate him, they put up a whole surveillance system to keep track of him. Takaba just distracted them from that and likely cut their sensory connection to the curses with his illusions. It was all Takaba's doing (even if likely unintentional i.e. I don't think he knew they would kill Kenjaku just distract them otherwise he wouldn't have bothered to try and change their mind) and Yuuta was completely replaceable. While the last words between Kenjaku and Takaba are cute and could be a good ending for Kenjaku's arc, showing us they are capable of change, but we never find out how far that would go, bringing Yuuta in there just cheapened the whole thing. Especially because there is still so much left unexplored with Kenjaku and Yuuji's relation. It's theoretically a nice death for Kenjaku if someone else had done the final blow or if Kenjaku and Yuuta had had more of an established connection and if this had happened much later in the series.

I would only like Kenjaku to come back if it's through changing bodies like jumping into Takaba for example. Otherwise, any big reveal of them being alive would make this even worse. If someone dies and especially when that death is connected to a heartfelt moment, I prefer them to stay dead instead of making up some convoluted reason for why this person is alive and completely fine now. One of the many reasons I dislike the "Gojo is alive" theories so much. I could see Kenjaku having just enough time and luck to activate their innate CT and somehow go into a new vessel (would open up opportunities to explain their CT more or bring up their ability to enter the cursed realm again that hasn't been mentioned since ch 160), but anything else like there being multiple Kenjaku's running around is redundant I think and would really turn me off. Their will being carried out by someone else like Tengen or even a brainwashed Choso sounds better than that. I really hope there will still somehow come something decent out of this and the revelation of who or what will carry on that will will be interesting. Yuuji's family business can still come up later, even if it will be far less impactful with Kenjaku themselves not being around anymore. Overall, I'm keeping my expectations low and go with the assumption that Kenjaku is dead until proven otherwise to be maybe positively surprised in the end.

[fanficonly]

Wenclair -"Mine" - Chapter 14

I have written and re-written this chapter so many times! Tweaked, drafted, scraped and all ... So listen this is what I'm going with haha and I hope it's decent ...enjoy😋

It had been a week since the confession and Wednesday had spent the last week investigating Enid's disappearance and shooing away the endless concerned students appearing at her door expressing their worries.

"She's fine" Wednesday would repeat constantly to each person who appeared although it seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

Enid hadn't returned after changing into a wolf and shattering their delicate glass window. In fact no one had heard anything from her which only caused more panic in the usually emotionless Wednesday.

The continuous interruptions were becoming more of a hindrance to her pursuit in finding Enid so eventually she stopped answering. The school was just as concerned with principal Weems trying to organise a search party but being assured by Wednesday that Enid was fine, she had talked to her and she just needed a mental health break from school. She even doctored texts between the 2 of them for evidence which probably wasn't her smartest move but she couldn't stand the idea of everyone being involved in her business.

Although she was worried for Enid she was sure the werewolf could handle herself and she knew why she had run away and she was sure she would not be happy with the entire school searching for her when she wanted to be alone.

However it was now day 7 of searching by herself and she was still making no progress to the point where she considered rallying the entire school behind her.

"Wednesday!" She was pulled away from her thoughts by the sound of Yoko as she reached the edge of the woods

"Yoko" she acknowledged the girl with a little head nod.

"Listen I'm just gonna get straight to it" she started giving Wednesday a chance to respond. "If you have hurt Enid in any way-"

"What is it you are insinuating" Wednesday rudely interrupted her before she could get another word out.

"oh I don't know" she said sarcastically "I've heard the rumours! You were kicked out of your last school for killing 2 students it's not that far a stretch to say you may have resorted to your old ways and-"

"I would never hurt Enid" Wednesday interrupted her with force in her tone this time "Not physically anyway" she mumbled, unable to hide her guilt as she tilted her head toward the ground in shame. She knew full well she had emotionally scarred Enid, unintentionally of course but she never knew it could hurt so much harming someone she cared for.

"Then where is she?!" Yoko yelled this time crossing her arms in frustration but Wednesday was just shocked at the audacity of this girl and responded

"I'd watch your tone with me" she warned.

"I don't care" regardless of everyone's fear of Wednesday she had reached her breaking point and her concern for Enid took precedence over her fear of being staked by Wednesday. " Weems may believe your lies but I've been watching you" she told her

"I knew I sensed someone lurking" Wednesday muttered her thought out loud but Yoko ignored her and continued

"You don't where she is either so why would you tell everyone she was fine. She could be in trouble or hurt or worse dead!" Yoko raised her voice with each scenario she listed and although these thoughts had crossed her mind she had periodically forced visions through touching Enid's stuff and each time was greeted with a very alive Enid in a non descript location each time , always in wolf form, always in pain.

She was determined that she would eventually find her and with the help of her psychic abilities she was able to at least keep track of her this way.

"She's not dead" Wednesday bluntly statedm

"Then where is she?" Yoko asked, partly defeated by this conversation.

"I don't know presently" she told her, unfazed by the vampire's outburst.

"So how do you know shes not-" but again her words were aggravatingly cut short.

"She's not." Wednesday raised her tone slightly and looked at Yoko confidently. They stared at each other for a moment, neither one dared to break eye contact or move.

"That's it I'm getting a bunch of people out here to search-"

"Wait!" Wednesday yelled and this time Yoko blinked and gave a look of confusion towards the shorter girl. She had never heard much of any emotion in Wednesday's voice which threw her off guard. "Just hold off for the day and I can assure you if I don't find her by then" she breathed in deeply " then you can send out a rescue squad, tell principal Weems, alert the authorities for all I care" Wednesday reasoned "Just leave it alone for 1 more day". It should have been phrased like a question but instead it was more of a light demand.

Yoko considered it. Wednesday was a seer after all and she knew that if Enid was in trouble one person who would move heaven and hell to save her would be Wednesday. She knew the girl enjoyed creating carnage and chaos when it came to protecting Enid, through her own subtle observations so ...she considered it.

When she got no response from the vampire she resorted to threats " Of course you can try to but I will make sure you are left with a stake pertruding from your heart if you don't want to accept the deal" Wednesday spoke horrifyingly.

"Damn girl ok calm down" Yoko rolled her eyes and held her hands up in surrender and turned to walk away. She would take the day and save her own life but she was watching Wednesday.

She left but turned over her shoulder one last time

"One. Day. Addams." she reminded the girl and Wednesday nodded subtly. Before making her way into the forest.

......

Enid had surrendered herself to the wolf inside her, allowing her lone wolf status to consume her. She had spent almost a week roaming the woods endlessly, not able to return to her human form due to the physical and emotional pain she felt anytime she tried to. It was easier to stay numb and submit to her animalistic side so that's exactly what she did.

Every time she stopped to rest it was in a different location but she would always find herself returning to the Hyde attack site without meaning to. This time round was no different and she knew why. The remnants of her mate's scent still lingered at the sight and her wolf yearned for that smell, craved it uncontrollably in fact.

Although fully submitted to the wolf, Enid was still able to keep her distance from Wednesday herself. She spent over an hour laying on a pile of leaves before her ears twitched at a few twigs snapping close by. She leapt up in an attack position ready to battle whatever beast might have decided to return. However, once she was hit with the intoxicating scent of her Mate who had rejected her she scurried behind a large tree in a panic.

She was not as subtle as she had thought though because as Wednesday approached the location she caught the sight of a tail disappearing behind the large tree.

"Enid?" Wednesday asked pacing towards the tree, elated that she had finally found the girl after an agonisingly long week.

When she reached the tree, the wolf fell backwards and tripped over her own paws attempting to flee once again.

"Stop!" Wednesday yelled and Enid was unable to fight her instincts which made it impossible for her to move. She did as she was instructed, her eyes filled with pure sadness as she looked up at the darker haired girl who reached out for her.

When Wednesday approached her werewolf, she did the only thing she could think of that would keep her there and stop her from running once again. She opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around Enids wolf form, squeezing tightly and closing her eyes in pure relief.

She found her. She finally found her.

"Enid" she whispered and felt her relax into the embrace reluctantly. They stayed this way for a few moments, Wednesday gripping her for dear life knowing that at any moment she could be lost again. She then broke the hug to look at the werewolf worriedly.

Watching the concern that Wednesday so willingly let show caused Enid's feelings to come rushing to the surface. Although happy with Wednesday for caring so much to show her soft side she was still heartbroken knowing that it wasn't because she loved her.

"I'm sorry" Wednesday held her face and stared into her eyes. She had to make her stay. She needed Enid as much as Enid needed her and not seeing the girl for an entire week had given Wednesday enough time to accept how she felt and surrender to the feelings she couldn't control.

Enid just bowed her head in sadness, not yet knowing how Wednesday actually felt. She had given up and given into her wolf there was nothing she could do. She had accepted her status.

"Enid please come back" Wednesday begged which was extremely unlike her and oddly unsettling. It caused Enid's ears to prick up ever so slightly and she raised her head to look up at her mate.

"I can't Wednesday" Enids voice rang throughout Wednesday's head which caused her to instinctively scrunch her eyebrows and bat away the air.

"What was that" she immediately asked curious with

"If you let me in I can speak to you in your mind" Enid's voice floated through her head again.

"What why?" Wednesday involuntarily diverted her attention away from concern for Enid to raising her own defenses at the idea of someone being inside her head. This was an alarming concept that she needed more information about immediately.

"It's a wolf thing" Enids voice settled in her head again "I actually don't know why you can still hear me once rejected the bond is suppose to be severed" she explained and again bowed her head in pain.

"Rejected?" Wednesday questioned, not because she didn't understand the meaning but because she wasn't aware that what she had done had counted as full on rejection. How was she suppose to know this?!

The thought of Enid thinking that Wednesday didn't want her, again, made her heart ache and she instantly realised her mistake when Enid stepped away from her still bowing her head in misery.

Suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Any doubts she had over her feelings for Enid or worry to let the girl invade her comfort zone were gone in a matter of milliseconds and all she could think to do was embrace her once again.

"Please come back to me" she begged once again and after looking past her initial shock Enid whimpered slightly nuzzling into Wednesday's shoulder. She allowed herself to feel again, all the numbness subsiding and being replaced with the medicine that was Wednesdays scent.

Could it really be? Wednesday needed her? Wednesday Addams was throwing away everything her character stood for just to get Enid to return to her. Any doubts Enid felt about Wednesday's feelings faded away and now all she wanted was to just be with her. Whether that be as a friend or a more than friend she didn't care because Wednesday still wanted to have her in her life regardless of her Mate status. This settled Enid incredibly fast and she sunk into Wednesday's hold.

"Please" she heard Wednesday beg again and her heart broke slightly, recognising that she had not said anything yet. Her wolf was happy again, holding onto that ray of hope from the word 'please' leaving Wednesday's lips twice.

Enid breathed in deeply through her snout and let her worn out wolf form retract slowly transforming back to her human form.

Wednesday's gripped Enid tightly, almost suffocating the girl, elated with finally finding her and being able to bring her home.

Her heart cracked at the cries of Enid that muffled into her shoulder as they stood for a moment basking in each others embrace.

Both girls breathing settled and synced with one another while Wednesday stroked Enid's hair to calm her. She gripped her waist tightly with the other arm, unwilling to let her go again, and she allowed a small smile to make it's way across her lips. Just this once she told herself.

[cloud-ya]

why do you hate elysia so much

oooohh I love when people ask me about that, and it's been a while without such question

*clears throat and unrolls a comically long scroll*

First thing is the way she treats other people's personal space or rather the way she invades it, especially Mei's. My own trauma regarding touching without consent/warning or mocking if I express my displeasure during such is the main factor why I want to throw this pink thing across the room. Yes, this is mainly about that godawful horn touching scene, which I luckily skipped on accident, but wasn't able to skip the dialogue after that with Raven mocking the whole situation. Describe the groans Mei was making during it however you want, but everyone told me Mei was clearly not pleased about having her horns touched. To me it was just her taking any means to get to the Deep End, and since she had only two people to choose from and she mentioned before that scene that there's no way she'd get Kalpas to help her, she had to ask Elysia for help and she happened to be really fucking obsessed about touching her damn horns, so she had to let her do so as a price for getting to the Deep End and Aponia. I consider it learned helplessness, if it can be considered so at all - Mei learnt that there's nothing she can do to be in any control of the situation she's in, so she just waits through shit helplessly in hope that it'll just happen and go away on its own. What got me pissed off even more is Elysia announcing through a fucking megaphone that she finally touched Mei's horns. It felt so humiliating. Imagine you're forced to use means which would not be pleasant for you and maybe even putting you in great discomfort and the person you did it with just publicly announces it happened as if it was something brief and both sides were fully comfortable.

Second, her idealisation. It's rather ironic that she's so perfect and flawless and whatnot while being labeled a herrscher of human:ego - human, that flaws are literally a part of nature of. She talks all the time how beautiful and great she is, and if she's to complain someone else they'll just get told that they're "almost as pretty as her". Nobody will ever convince me that she's not a Mary Sue, because she's clearly written like one and while yes Durandal was accused of being Mary Sue too "but people later just forgot about her" - people are not bothered by her ridiculous powers anymore because they were executed in a rather decent way which saved her character, unlike for Elysia who kept turning out worse and worse and more shallow with each line of text.

Third, her ridiculous large influence on the entire story and plot. She popped up out of fucking nowhere and suddenly changed the whole history of Honkai and retconned anything that could be retconned in plot. Herrschers used to be untamed representatives of Honkai and its destructive nature, Elysia shows up and suddenly it's actually that she gave them a chance to be human via her sacrifice and all herrschers from the very beginning of the current era just, idk, weren't evil and if they were it's because they just chose to and it wasn't actually that it was Honkai controlling them. Ever since Elysian Realm and Elysium Everlasting a bunch of people dead for ~50000 years aka Flamechasers are having a bit too damn much influence on whole main story, with Elysia in the lead. They ruined Mei's character with the whole ER bullshit and I don't even feel like she got any major development while being stuck there. Let alone that absolute butchery which is Herrscher of Origin, Mihoyo clearly have no idea for a show-not-tell way to express that she carries all that knowledge and memory of Flamechasers, so they just make her obsessed about them (like constantly talking about them during the so awaited reunion with Kiana and Bronya after what? few months? if not more). Mei was boiled down to Elysia stan, if not Elysia 2.0. And with the discomfort she experienced back in Elysian Realm, even if it didn't get her any major trauma... it just doesn't make sense.

TL;DR: I hate Elysia because she often invades other characters' personal space which I'm very sensitive to, she's a shallowly written Mary Sue who also has ridiculously large influence on the main story for a side character.

[ighnari]

002.

# … heizou & reader (platonic). 750 words.

& … prompt 10. four word sentences by (@)creativepromptsforwriting.

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the officer before you slams his hand on the table, smirk growing. he bombarded you with questions—one you find rather unprofessional—for hours on the case of missing cats, and you don’t trust what he says next will be worth laughing about.

“…cat got your tongue?”

you roll your eyes. of course. who wouldn’t have let this opportunity slip by? you remain quiet, trying to think through how everything unfolded.

it was supposed to be a simple job of managing cats for your neighbour. then, she disappeared, and already forming a strong bond with her 12 cats, you couldn’t leave them alone.

the next thing you knew, doushins came marching at your door, apprehending you for stealing cats. one look at malnourished greg and they also declared you irresponsible. how irresponsible of them! greg was in worse conditions before you took him in, thank you very much!

but no matter how you tried to get the message across, all the investigator does is crack jokes and ask leading questions. there was no point fighting. you only hope now that they’re returning these cats, they have a forever place to call home.

in the midst of your thoughts, you lose sense of your surroundings. it’s only when the investigator slaps his hands on the table again do you jump in your seat. your wrists collide with the chain wrapped around it. the investigator doesn’t even care about the glare you give him for the fright. he looks behind, and someone walks into the room.

you’re doomed. first, you have an investigator cracking insensitive jokes and not wanting to listen to your pleas. now, you have to deal with a person who wore things like he didn’t want to wear them at all—and his hair… what’s up with it? the mullet had to go.

you groan when the newcomer approaches you, waiting for another hour of questions, but there’s a click and your wrists are free.

in shock, you simply stare.

“what’s your neighbour’s name?”

finally.

“mai,” you reply. “i only recently moved to the village. she already had the cats.”

the man taps his chin, then resumes his questioning: “do you not know of the case of missing cats?”

“the news never reached the village.”

“and when mai had more cats…”

“she said they were strays.”

the man nods, then ushers for you to follow him. before he leaves though, he shakes his head at the investigator who mentally tortured you by not properly doing his job. you could have done anything else and it would have been more productive than whatever he put you through.

“heizou, sir,” the man says as he looks at the ground, cap taken off as a sign of respect, you presume. it’s funny, seeing a taller man bow to a shorter one. but the way he walked in knowing you were innocent—you’ll place your bets he’s the one running this place. the investigator tries to say something, but falls short.

“cat got your tongue?” you tease as you pass by him, sticking out your tongue.

he grumbles, but you know with that heizou dude by your side, he can’t do anything. you’re unsure if public servants are supposed to hold that much hatred in their eyes, but you did not expect that in his. you quicken your pace to walk closer to your saviour.

“i wouldn’t make an enemy out of him,” heizou speaks, although his smile betrays his words. he definitely found that amusing.

“so, how long have you been listening to the conversation?”

he points towards the door beside the door both just exited from.

“from the very beginning, through the mirror. i’m training the guy who questioned you.”

“thank archons you did because being locked with him is worse than prison.”

“i wouldn’t say that too quickly. officially and legally, you’re still our prime suspect.”

“then why let me leave?”

“let’s say… my intuition tells me i’ll need you for this case. why not we visit your feline friends? tell me everything about them.”

it was either back to the box of horrors or accompany this decent man to meet the cats you oh-so love. the answer was easy.

mentally, you apologise for judging him too quickly. you were in a bad mood, but now, with uplifted spirits, you see the way he smiles with excitement talking about the case, and it overshadows his (still) terrible sense of fashion.

but truly, that mullet hasn’t changed your mind. it remains horrendous.

you emit a silent chuckle.

[fayefayefaye90]

i’m intrigued by all of these 👀 but if no one else asked about it yet, pregnant lesbians is at the top of my list!

This is actually a wlw thread series on my twitter account! It’s four parts so far, to be continued. But since this is a new platform I’m just going to post the whole thing here! Enjoy folks!

Stevie isn’t supposed to be this person.

It’s one thing to miss out on college, and another thing to fuck strangers in bars, and an entirely different, entirely worse third thing for Stevie to be nineteen years old and walking into the Planned Parenthood with a positive pregnancy test in her purse.

As it is, Teddie told her about this place, a big city clinic that makes her feel like she’s on an entirely different Earth from the one she’s always known–not a single face she knows, not an eye on her, so unlike every person she’s ever seen because unlike every soul in Hawkins, they don’t know her name.

Teddie offered to go with her too, and she’s regretting not taking her up on it. Something about Teddie’s skinny shoulder sitting just an inch or two above hers makes her feel more comfortable, like someone else is in charge for once, but that’s why Stevie couldn’t do it—she needs to do this alone.

The front desk checks her in and when the nurse asks And what can we do for you today, dear? Stevie isn’t sure what to say. She wants to know her options. Actually, what about just dying? Dying doesn’t seem terrible, and she has the bizarre thought that if she could check in for a routine Death treatment, one that’s covered by Medicaid in the state of Indiana, that would be just the thing, rather than confront any of it. What will her parents say? Her old friends? Fuck, /Keith/?

He already thinks she’s an airhead, judgmental despite the fact she’s seen him lick cheeto dust off of his own work vest.

She wants to know her options. Mostly she wants someone to tell her that it’s okay–that maybe she fucked up, maybe she needs help, and advice, but it’s okay, it’s going to be okay.

If she could scrape out the inside of her brain, get rid of the grime, the sludge of other people’s feelings, other people’s fears and thoughts, she’d know that what she most deeply wants is to stop, to feel this. To give in to the knowledge that there’s the beginnings of a little person inside of her, and /feel/ it. Her body–this body that can’t seem to do much of anything since high school, nothing but house her scrambled egg brain and run a decent mile–is growing a life, nurturing it, blowing it up like a little ball of dough that’s going to flounce outward and become a whole cake—one that can see, and blink, and hear, and sniffle, and think.

She wants to ask the nurse–is it wrong that I can see it? That it feels so right, like maybe the only thing that’s ever been right? Because it’s so wrong, of course it’s wrong, the whole thing! I think I remember his name—y’know, the guy—but you could tell me it was something you made up and I wouldn’t know any different; fuck, it could’ve been Bob Hope and no wonder I don’t remember any condom—and I’m supposed to want something more, right? I’m supposed to wait for the white dress, white picket fence, white gold and diamond on my finger, something more than this…

…but what could be more than this?

She was supposed to wait, but she didn’t wait. And she doesn’t die. She leaves the exam room with vitamins and a stack of brochures. Looking down at her stomach, it seems the same, maybe a little bloated. Six weeks, they said. Thirty-four more.

Imagining this tiny ball of mucus that’s becoming the smallest little human, she breezes through the waiting room as if in a dream, forgetting those eyes who’ve never seen her before.

It was Teddie’s idea.

Jeff wasn’t a fan, really. They’d just been friends for so long, and there was something frantic, uncomfortable about the whole thing. Teddie could tell she was being weird. But she just had to find out.

“I just need to know,” she’d say, pretty much every day, every morning of that stifling, hot, boring summer. Getting off of night shift at the plant alongside her uncle, wired, not being able to sleep. Trudging down the lane, over to Jeff’s, where his mom had already poured her a coffee—every morning. “I just need to feel it once, and then I’ll be fine.”

“This is a way bigger deal than you think it is,” Jeff would say.

“Untrue,” Teddie would lie. She’s always been a bit of a misfit, sexless and strange, but if she goes much longer without knowing what it feels like to intimately touch a man, she thinks it might do real damage, permanently alienate her. It’s a big deal, to her. So she’d say, “It’s an extremely little deal. It’s nothing. And like, I trust you! You’re my friend.”

“That’s the problem, Teddie,” Jeff finally says, one day. “I just think you trust me a little too much!”

“Impossible—”

“It’s… it’s important, the first time! And what if it’s… what if it happens, and it’s not what you wanted?”

“What do you mean?” she looks at him, sincere. She’s playing dumb; she knows she is, and she doesn’t normally do this, but he can’t keep saying no, “I’m literally asking you to do it.”

“And… and then what? What if you don’t like it? What if it… doesn’t work?” Jeff bites his lip, holds his elbows, thumps one heel in a dancing rhythm on the porch. They both know what he means. Her plan. The whole, kickstarting her interest in guys thing.

It’s a harebrained idea that’s gnawed at her for weeks—since she graduated high school at the age of 21, still a tender and awkward virgin with a deep seated fear of this /thing/. It’s something little—this inexperience, this absence of interest—but with every passing day it has greater power to turn her into something big: a freak, an alien, something too weird to ever truly fit.

Especially… especially since she started working at the video store. Especially since she’s been spending so damn much time with Stephanie Harrington.

She can’t listen to Stevie talk about dating, about picking up guys anymore—she can’t keep feeling this way—this heat, this mortification, whenever she hears about it, whenever she remembers how different they are, the two of them. They should be the same, in this way. They should be the same with this, even though they’re so different. Teddie’s having difficulty parsing her feelings about the whole ordeal, but this will /help/, she knows it.

“But what if it does.. work?” Teddie says, plucking the thread where her t-shirt is unraveling. “If I just knew what it was like, and then I could like, y’know, I would get a boyfriend? I wouldn’t be acting like this anymore. I could just like, be normal about it! And I promise I won’t fall in love with you, just because you’re my first time, or whatever.”

Jeff snorts, audibly, rubbing his face. “Yeah, no, I’m not worried about that.”

“Good!” Teddie says, face flushing. It’s the heat, she thinks. That’s why she’s so sweaty, and her heart rate is doing a weird lurch that she hates. It’s why she’s so uncomfortable.

“I still think you’re insane,” Jeff says, “but if it’s this important to you—”

Teddie’s head whips in his direction, her tangled hair spinning like the blade of a helicopter.

“Wait, seriously?” she asks, then cheers, “Jeff! Yes! Thank you! Thank you!”

Jeff sighs, accepts the hug that’s offered.

So, they do, later that day. Sex. And It’s fine. Just—fine. Teddie doesn’t try to kiss him, doesn't want to make it weird, but he stops her partway through, holds her face and kisses her anyway, closed lipped, like a reassurance, and she’s weirdly grateful; it feels the friendliest thing he’s ever done for her.

But, yeah, Teddie learns: sex is fine.

It’s what they find out afterward that’s not fine.

Not for the first time, Stevie is jealous of Robin.

Because Robin can eat anything without gaining any weight. He has the longest eyelashes Stevie has ever seen on a human. And Robin is very obviously, without question or doubt, a gay man.

Since they were children, people have been making comments about Robin—almost never kind. Robin, whose only friends are girls. Robin, who has the lisp, the voice. Robin, who has the walk. It’s obvious on Robin: the whole gay thing.

When they were in school, Robin was called every slur in the book. Their peers, they did the wrist thing. They’d joke about him owning heels and dresses. Robin never played sports; Robin failed gym class and had to do summer school because he wouldn’t touch a locker room. He’s paid for it in missing teeth: the whole gay thing.

He’s incredibly strong; he’s had to be. Everyone knows.

No one knows about Stevie. No one knows what she’s come to learn about herself.

She still sleeps with men, and it’s fine. It’s fun. It’s enough to keep it away—the thoughts she’d rather not explain to anyone. She’s hoping the baby takes that away actually: a form, a curving shape she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about. It’s a shape that has more recently developed particular features, a certain face.

As if reading her mind, Teddie runs into family video with her hand over her mouth.

Eddie is trying. She’s really trying to hold her life together.

It’s an old story: up late, never early enough. Never early enough to make the coffee without spilling something, never early enough to get dressed without having to change something. Never early enough to drive to work without speeding, never well fed enough to take her giant multi vitamin without wanting to hurl.

She’s running into Family Video with her hand over her mouth. Stevie barely has time to look at her funny before Teddie darts to the bathroom to throw up.

Teddie’s mortified when Stevie follows her in. Wide eyed, between hurls, she has something stuck to her lip. She gags at the feeling and wipes it off before sticking her head back into the toilet.

“Dude, don’t come in here!” Teddie says, then spits into the toilet.

“Relax, Munson,” Stevie says, voice low and calming; she’s crouching down to rub Teddie’s back. Her thin fingers work across Teddie’s neck, gathering and holding her hair in a low ponytail.

“Yknow, It’s funny? I’m the pregnant one, but you’re the one over here puking.”

“You haven’t puked?” Teddie says, deeply upset by this. “You’re the one who’s supposed to puke!”

“I know,” Stevie chuckles, rubbing the spaces in Teddie’s spine with the other hand as she retches, dry this time. There’s hidden strength in her hands, gentle strength like that of a long standing tree, or a grandmother who’s rubbed more children’s backs than she can count.

Teddie spits, again, feels the tenderness in Stevie’s hands which is too much, too real. Stevie’s breath coming over her shoulder is too sweet smelling, too kind to be in this video store bathroom. It’s like she doesn’t even know what Teddie’s doing.

Teddie feels the bizarre urge to make this funny. If it’s funny, it’s not anything else.

“You have a thing for this?” Teddie says.

“What?”

“Y’know, like a fetish? Girl on her knees in the video store bathroom—”

Stevie wrinkles her nose, but she’s smiling, Eddie can hear it in the way she says, “ew.” Score one for Munson.

“Because it would be fine if you did,” Teddie says, on a roll now, spitting the last of the ick from her mouth. “I’ve heard pregnancy does weird stuff to you.”

“Well,” Stevie says, with a laughing grin, “maybe you’re pregnant, too.”

Teddie snorts, regrets snorting, feeling the cold mucus in her throat make a sour resurgence. “Fat fucking chance,” she says.

“Not getting laid, Munson?” Stevie says, something too casual in her voice.

Teddie goes cold, feels herself pale.

“Oh, shit,” she says, meeting Stevie’s eyes with a grimace. She feels the panic, coming on. “What am I going to do?”

Teddie gets her own trailer a few days before she has an abortion.

Just the idea of something growing inside of her—something alive, not jus bacteria but a whole animal with a brain, the idea that something like that would feed off of her energy until it was ready to emerge from her in a bloody show that could kill her—it doesn’t exactly fill her with maternal longing. It’s more like something from a horror movie that’s also taking place in outer space.

Now, Steph could do it. She could make it look metal: ripping a child from her womb, strong and defiant and glistening with her own blood, ready to attach the suckling infant to her heavy breast, roaring with pain and triumph as bonding chemicals surge through them both. Steph could do it.

Teddie’s not Steph.

She tells Jeff beforehand—not for any reason but guilt. It was her idea, after all. She’s the one who said it probably wouldn’t take. It was her first time and she was on top—it wasn’t supposed to take.

They’re sitting on her new front porch, just behind Wayne’s trailer. She can see the window of her childhood bedroom, where she had sex with a man for the first time. The only time.

“Oh thank god,” the man (the boy, really) says, head in his hands, relief coming off of him in waves. Teddie’s not trying to have a baby either but she’s a little insulted.

“My parents…” he continues, “man my parents would kill me. After making me marry you, they would kill me.”

“What?” Teddie rears back, not expecting that, “Oh god, what the fuck?”

Her mortification must show on her face.

Jeff looks like he’s going to laugh, but he almost always looks like he’s going to laugh. That’s part of what she loves about him.

He says, “Hey, jackass, I’m not trying to marry you either—“

“What, like you and me? Church basement? Like with the dress and the suit and everything?”

“I’m serious. Like the plague. Mr. And Mrs. Jones.”

“But they wouldn’t have to know,” Teddie interrupts, “if I kept it.”

Jeff looks at her, incredulous. He sucks on his braces for emphasis.

“Oh yeah,” Jeff says, “like you’re just going to have your Black baby running around the trailer park with your Black best friend, and nobody would know—”

Despite herself, Teddie starts to laugh. Jeff’s relief and her own bubble up like soda fizz.

“You’d be running after him like ‘Get back here Eomer!’ And I’d just be sitting here, sipping coffee, like that baby has nothing to do with me..?

Teddie gets up for more coffee, still laughing.