#and then I realize I’m kinda hungry and a bit cold

[byuntrash101]

daddy's little trooper

reader x dom!yeosang

smut | nsfw | mdni

gentle dom!yeosang, daddy kink, daddy!yeosang, he's just so sweet and supportive but also knows exactly what he wants from you and he's here to get it, also thick cock, kitchen sex, morning sex, nipple play, oral (f), dirty talk (pure filth), praising, pet names (good girl, baby girl), orgasm control, multiples orgasms (both plurals intended because yes it's necessary), overstim, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cumplay, a tad of spitplay

requested | part of of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

after a torrid night with your boyfriend you wake up a little sore and hungry for a nutrious breakfast but yeosang is just insatiable

[❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜ + ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜]

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The morning was your favorite part of the day. You enjoyed waking up early on your off days. It gave you time to pamper yourself and your boyfriend. Yeosang usually wakes up after you. He's more of a sleeper than you are and quite frankly after the night he gave you, you just let him be. He deserves a long uninterrupted sleep to help him recover.

So when the early rays of the sun brush against your cheeks and gently pull you out of your slumber you happily hop off the bed and slip the wrinkled shirt that you ripped of Yeosang’s body last night. The cold cotton on your skin and hardwood floor under your bare feet make you shiver which instantly makes you crave a nice cup of hot black tea.

While the water boils you start making breakfast for the both of you. After last night you figured your boyfriend will need something nutritious. You settle for scrambled eggs and bacon, a couple of pancakes and you even scavenge some leftover berries in the fridge for a vitamin packed smoothie.

As you’re frying the last strips of bacon you spot from the corner of your eye your lovely boyfriend coming into the kitchen, barely emerging from deep slumber. The adorable way he rubs the sleepiness out his eyes and beams back at you contrasts with his biceps contracting as he adorns only a simple pair of gray sweatpants, toned abs on display.

“Good morning sleepyhead” you greet him intentionally looking over the fact that he’s shirtless.

“Good mor-” he cuts himself when his eyes land on you “are you wearing my shirt ?” he points a finger in your direction.

“Yeah I was kinda cold and your shirt is so comfortable” you say as you flip the bacon strips, bringing your attention back to the stirring hot pan. 

“oh I see” he tilts his head in disbelief, the amused grin not leaving his lips. “It smells so good in here” Yeosang says while his muscular arms slip past your waist to tie themselves onto your stomach, chin resting on top of your head. You feel his comforting warmth on your back.

“Yeah it’s almost done but I like my bacon extra crispy” you stay completely still, Yeosang’s strong embrace making it difficult for you to move around and continue to cook breakfast.

“Yeo…” you start when you realize he doesn’t have the slightest intention to let go of you in the foreseeable future. “I’d like to throw these berries in the blender if you don’t mind” you try to take a step away but he holds you still. Strong arms contracting to prevent you from escaping his love.

“No.” he pouts. “You can’t go”. 

“Baby please” you ask again.

“I like being close to you, you’re warm” he whispers as his face slips to the crook of your neck. You relax into his arms, your hand leaving the spatula to stroke is blond hair. 

He buried his face in your hair taking deep breaths. 

“You smell so good, baby” he murmurs into the shell of your ear. You bite your lip trying not to shudder at his hot breath fanning your face. 

“I’m hungry” Yeosang states suddenly from behind you.

“Well yeah the bacon is done so sit down I’ll-” you are interrupted by the way your boyfriend rolled his hips into the small of your back, letting you feel he was becoming hard. You bit your lip again, harder this time as a myriad of butterflies took off in the pit of your stomach. 

Yeosang plants a series of wet kisses into your nape as one of his strong veiny hands reaches out to turn off the burner. His other hand slipped under the oversized shirt, his fingertips gracing your skin as he reached for your waist. You felt him smirk flush against your neck when he glazed over your hips and he would have normally left your underwear but today you didn’t take the time to slip some on. He grunted and pulled your waist further back on his ever growing bulge.

“Such a good girl for daddy” his slick tongue glazed your ear and you let your jaw fall down, head rolling back and resting into his muscular shoulder.

With swift movement he flips you to be facing him and crashed his lips on yours. The burning  sensations in your core sparks up when he laps at your lips, waiting for you to open yourself up to him. He immediately dives in when you do, both hands slipping on your outer thighs to cup your ass. You moan into the kiss as he lightly squeezes it. 

He breaks the kiss to hoist you up the kitchen counter, hazardously pushing the plates aside with his forearm. You lean back and prompt yourself up your elbows. His lips immediately latch back onto your blazing skin, trailing kisses down your neck to your collar bones where he unmade a couple of buttons to be able to dip further down on your chest. His hands now cup your breast over the thin cotton and your hands fly in to help him undress you but he stops you.

“No. I want you to keep it baby girl” he breathes against your skin. “You look good in it”.

You immediately comply, gently laying your hands flat on each side of you. 

His hands tease your nipples hardened into buds through the material, earning a moan from you. He licks over it before catching the clothed nub between his lips sucking on it. His saliva makes the white shirt see through, your perfect nipples peeking through the translucent patch.

“So pretty” he praises, and dives back immediately while his other hand slips under the shirt to cup your other breast. He teased, licked, sucked until they were so sensitive you were short of breath, your arousal pooling out of you, coating your thighs and possibly leaking onto the counter.

When he decides he’s had enough he lets go, going further south. Hands gripping your thighs down and you repress the urge to buck your hips up. He presses more feverish kisses to your hips while you squirm under his firm hold, thighs tightly pressed together, yearning for friction.

“Now be a good girl and spread your legs for daddy, okay?” he asks while he’s at eye level with your center. You feel a wave of shame on your body as you slowly and obediently part your legs. Stress makes your heart pound in your chest as his ardent eyes drink in your form.

“Fuck baby you look so good” he breathes against your pubic bone before planting an open mouth kiss right on the sensitive bud. You gasp and arch your back in response which makes Yeosang smirking against your folds. His tongue slides down your slit, lapping at the entrance, gathering your nectar. You moan under him.

“So fucking sweet” he growls, hands gripping your thighs harsher.

The tip of his tongue swirls around your clit and down your folds again. You can’t help but grind against his tongue as your mind gradually slips into a haze. Yeosang feels himself twitching in his sweats, thoroughly enjoying your neediness. He sucks on the bud lightly biting it, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, making heat rush on your chest and neck.

He licks and sucks until he feels you throb under his flat tongue. He knows you're close and he doesn’t want to make you wait for it.

“Go ahead baby. Cum.” he graciously allows you to chase your high. And you feel your center quiver in bliss as you give in to the pleasure. Walls clenching on themselves as your chest rises and falls rapidly, a long string of moans spilling from your lips.

But Yeosang doesn’t stop, he continues to eagerly lap at your over sensitive clit, keeping you at your highest as you start to kick your feet at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Come on baby give daddy one more.” he slips one of his long fingers inside you, you squeal as he so expertly curls it right into your sweet spot. You throw your head back, barely holding yourself on your elbow anymore, your eyes become watery as you try to concentrate back on the new found pleasure deep inside your core.

“Daddyyy” you whines as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten again. 

“That's it baby girl” he praises, not parting from your center. Still going strong with the flick of his tongue on your hard and swollen bud. Bending your mind and body into a second orgasm. This one is stronger, taking over your whole body and shooting through you, making your limbs tremble as your center constricts his finger with need. 

“My good girl” he whispers against you, slowing his pace to allow you to come down comfortably. He presses a kiss to your quivering center soaked with your cum and his spit. 

When you come back from the deepest pit of your mind you find Yeosang already stripped of his sweats. Big fat cock in his fist matching veins ornamenting the thick member and his muscular forearms. 

He aligns himself with your entrance, gathering some of the glistening mess on his tip before he very gently pushes inside you. You let a little whimper of pain fall from your lips as discomfort flashes in your orbs, your eyebrows meeting on your forehead.

“Awww” Yeosang immediately brings a soothing hand to your cheek. “I know baby you’re still a little sore from yesterday” he rubbed soothing circles in your face as he continued to fill you up. “Bear with me okay baby girl?”

You nodded, tears prickling your eyes again. But you kept on accepting him in your center as he stretched your wall to fit snug inside you until he had pushed his whole member to the last inch.

“Look at that baby” he cheered you for this small victory. “You took me all in baby. Daddy’s little trooper. I’m so proud of you” he flashed his pearly teeth and you couldn't help but to be proud of yourself as he gave you these few seconds to adapt to him.

“You can move now Daddy” you breathe out when you feel ready, your eyebrows relaxing into their initial position.

“Fuckkk” Yeosang hissed as he pulled out of your tight little pussy, gripping him like its life depended on it. “You feel sooo good around daddy’s cock” he pushed himself back in slowly again, careful not to hurt you, this time it felt better. “Daddy just loves your pretty little cunt so much” 

You moaned in response arching your back, bringing your hips further onto his, your eyes closing shut as your mind focussed only on the pleasure you felt.

“Look at me baby” Yeosang commanded. “Don’t you take your eyes off me babygirl”.

You obliged as he picked up the pace. Going faster with every stroke of his fat cock. You felt yourself tightening around him as the pleasure rose. Slowly getting you to get to flirt with your edge again. 

“Hmmm daddy this feels so good” you whined as your walls squeezed him harder.

“Yeah you like daddy’s cock?” he said smashing his hips into yours. You cried out as a response. You felt incredibly close you wanted to cum so bad but he still hadn’t given you permission so your risked the question.

“Daddy can I please cum?” you asked, your eyes diligently glued to his dark ones, like the obedient little girl that you were.

“Already baby?” he chuckled which made you slightly embarrassed. It’s true that it hadn’t been so long but you were just weak for him because he knew all your buttons so well… You nodded again, pleading eyes looking up at him in need.

“Okay baby. Cum on daddy’s thick cock” he finally slipped out the words in between deep moans. He grunted when he felt your cunt grip its way through your orgasm, cunt pulsating around him. He too was so close but he held it in slowly decreasing the rhythm of his hips snapping on yours until you were out of breath and his name slipped off your tongue over and over. Completely losing your mind to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Good girl” he said while your cum coating his dick made unholy squelching noises in the quiet morning. “I want you to cum again but with daddy this time” He picked up the pace again.

This time, after three groundbreaking orgasms you were exhausted and you really didn’t think you had it in you to cum again. You protested with small whines as he continued to fuck your exhausted little cunt.

“I- Da….ddyyy” you cried as you felt his tip repeatedly hit your sweet spot perfectly with each thrust. The overstimulation was unbearable, the pleasure forcing itself into you, like an inevitable destiny. 

Yeosang then spat right onto your clit. The slimy hot saliva pulled a throaty moan out of you and his hand left your thigh to rub quick tight circles on your exhausted clit.

“Can you do that. For daddy ?” he slammed his hips even harder deep into your heat as you nodded in agreement, your body being rocked straight into the afterlife. 

“Fuck baby you look so good with daddy’s cock inside you.” he moaned. “Daddy’s gonna cum. Cum with daddy right now” his thrusts became sloppier.

“Daddyyyy” you squealed, tears finally slipping and rolling onto your heated cheeks while your fourth orgasm ripped through you. Completely shredding your soul to pieces, claiming your mind and stripping you of the last strand of sanity you manage to keep up until this point. Your cunt absolutely milk Yeosang’s fat cock dry. Incessant pulses forcing his cum deep inside you. Yeosang moans and praises his way through his high, his fingers curling into a bruising grip on your thigh as he gently comes to a stop.

Leaving you both completely out of breath and fucked out of your minds. When he pulled out you felt his thick cum dribbling down your parted thighs and Yeosang pushed it all back in with one finger. He brought the same finger to your lips.

“We can’t waste daddy’s cum now, can we ?” he said, prying your mouth open as you gladly complied to lick his finger clean, the strong salty taste pushing your mind further into this trance.

“That's it. You’re so cute.” he smiled, looking fondly at you. He truly did adore you. “Daddy’s good girl”.

a/n: idk what happened when i wrote that honestly. but i just love it so much. i hope you did too! please tell me if you did okay? leave a little comment or ask maybe? okay? okay! <3

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[dadsbongos]

engloutir

1.2 K words

warnings - incredibly vague spot in the csm timeline (somewhere post vol. 11 but before part 2), character study stupid daydream bullshit, angst :) and fluff, IMMEDIATE SPOILERS

summary - Denji has never been one to see himself as a "settle down" kinda guy, but now he might be ready for you (not so much plot).

You have to remind yourself, often, that Denji is another person. Under the chainsaws and the lackadaisical attitude, he is still a man. Soft and flesh and tears. Man.

He sits on your porch now. Makima gone. Power gone. Aki gone. Brothers and sisters and lovers - all for a moment in the blip of his lifetime, all beloved with each stretch of his heart. He’s quiet - bizarrely - staring up at the blanketed stars. Chairs shoulder to shoulder, you’re expected to take the one by him.

“I didn’t know if you wanted anything so I got you - uh - this,” you hold a warm mug out over his shoulder. It was a gift from Himeno, on your first birthday since meeting her. Light blue with a picture of you two printed ugly and wide across the front, “Just warm milk.”

“I think I’m lactose intolerant,” Denji takes the mug anyway. He thinks it’s nice you were concerned about his tastes, but he’ll eat anything. He’s hungry for it all and he always wants more.

“I can get you something else?” you hold a hand out and he wants to take it - drag you down with him, but that’d be sullying and he doesn’t know if he’s quite that hungry.

“Nah,” he sips from your warmed milk and honey and you remember he’s been through hell.

The bags under his eyes have gotten heavier and his shoulders slouch a bit more than they used to.

“This is perfect,” his sharp teeth might cut right through your mug, he almost wants to. Just to leave evidence he was ever there. That you let him in.

He’s always liked you - you were kinder than the others, more patient, more attentive, more genuine. Now that Makima can’t hold the leash like she used to, he realizes he liked your method better. The gentler hand that feeds what he asks and chances being bit rather than shoving escargot past his teeth.

Sometimes you forget he’s hurt, it's easy when he usually isn’t so quiet - he can talk faster than Power could clear a room, and he puts it to good use when he doesn’t want people asking questions. You feel bad you don’t ask, especially with the way he stares.

You crawl over the armrest to your other deck chair and stare into your own mug. Plain water is mostly all you can stomach these days. Everything else tastes like Aki and Power and Himeno and Beam and Angel and Galgali even though you know it shouldn’t. Kishibe told you it’d get you killed.

Maybe you shouldn’t have let Denji live with you - milk may start to taste like sunset hair and a vulgar tongue. Maybe Denji won’t be able to stomach water.

It’s cold tonight. And Denji sees you shiver.

“Where’s your jacket?” his tone is accusatory, “Trying to catch something?”

“Forgot it inside, I think,” you know you did, pouting as you huff soon after, “I don’t wanna get up…”

Denji is not selfless, but he sets down the mug with you and Himeno stretched over and braces his hands on the armrests of his chair, “Want me to run inside?”

“No, no!” you bat his arm until he’s relaxed again, “Don’t ruin this.”

It’s a common night. One you see more often than not, but Denji would write home about it just because it’s seen from a clean porch in a cushioned chair outside a nice apartment. With you. But he can’t write home - and the more he thinks about it the more he realizes it might just be because he’d be writing back to you.

The water is flat and plain on your tongue, but it’s better than cracking over the soda Aki used to always buy you when he’d see it.

Denji’s milk is starting to cool and form a thin film over top - he hates the film but he will drink it anyway. Because he is starving, and because you made it.

Denji wants to unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. Not to hurt. Not to kill. To keep. He wants you in his mornings and he wants you at night. He wants you forever and always and he wants you in my palms. He wants you to want him - want him for Denji, for the human beneath the chainsaws and surrounded by the flesh. To make sure you need him like he does you and secure you like he couldn’t with Aki and Power.

You feel like the warm blanket in December, when you can crawl into a bed at the end of the day and rub your feet together while curling into a ball.

He wants you to swallow him whole.

And when you look at the emptiness left in his chair and ask, “Can I sit with you?” he feels like you’re about to.

He hums and scoots closer to the leftmost arm of the chair, looking up at you as you stand. His eyes are big and wonderful and you can almost see stars twinkle in their reflection - or maybe that’s just Denji.

Almost as he was when you first met him. With big, loud words and no sense of his place.

“You can sit on my lap, too, if you want?” he’s grinning now, and this feels natural.

Talking about how he avoids his birthday and answering the phone can wait another day - for now, he just wants a blanket in December and you’re taking his offer. One leg looping over his and your side caving close to him.

“Such a perv,” you pinch his skin and notice there’s more fat than when you first met him. You don’t say anything, you don’t want him to think too much about it.

“You know it!” he holds out his mug and you clink yours with it, he polishes off his cold milk and the bitter, nasty film that formed on the surface in one gulp. You sip your water and lay your head against his shoulder.

He’s calmer these days, though, and you assume it’s what he’s been through. Having to return from hell.

“Wanna go to the store with me tomorrow?” you angle your head to stare at Denji.

Moonlight mirrors off his skin nicely - cherry cheeks warm against yours and eyes sweet when they turn back to you. You don’t know exactly what you two are, but you do know that if he leaned down to kiss you - you wouldn’t stop him.

“Sure,” he stares a little longer and you hope he likes this angle of your face, he doesn’t think there’s a possibility he couldn’t, “The one with the dog on the sign, right?”

He still likes dogs - you assume that’s the memories of Pochita. You’re glad Makima couldn’t rip that from him.

You nod slowly, grinning at him as he beams back down at you, “Duh. And the free samples.”

“Fuck yeah!” he kicks his legs out and onto the porch banister and leaves them there.

His muscles are less tense now, and when you stretch your legs out to rest by his, he melts into his chair even further - because he is hungry.

He will drink the milk and eat the film and consume your presence in its entirety. He wants to swallow and be swallowed. To be secured like neither of you could do before. Whole. Entirely.

~~~

@chainsaw-man-inserts finally... a return to chainsaw man

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[harrywavycurly]

Hello 🥰 I have been going through a couple of your series and I just love them so much! I really love the latest update to Bucket of Sunshine ☀️ I was curious about the conversation she had with Eddie when he came to the party for her—either at the party or the Benny’s date (because yes that is totally a date). Thanks so much in advance!! 🖤💗🧁

Hiii babes!! Awe I’m so glad you enjoyed the newest update!! I’ll gladly give you a conversation t for both, one for when Eddie got to the party and one while at Benny’s and I think this fits in perfectly for Fluffy Friday! So enjoy💖

-find all things Bucket of Sunshine here✨

*Eddie didn’t realize what all he was signing up for when he agreed to hang out with you and take you to Benny’s*

“What…are you wearing?” “Eddie remember it’s rude to start a conversation with a question.” “I’m here to recuse you from a house party and you’re giving me a lesson on manners?…really?” “That’s three questions in a row…wanna toss in one more to make it an even four?” “What are you doing?…with…that?” “That’s technically two but I’ll let it slide…now to answer you I’m wearing a sundress and I’m holding your hand…anything else you want to know?” “Uhm why…why are you holding my hand…like that?” “Oh sorry is interlocking the fingers too much? You said you don’t like walking into parties alone so…I figured this was how you wanted to walk in?” “I was just uhm…uh joking…about that.” “Oh okay…well then after you.” “You don’t…have to…let it go…it’s fine..uh it’ll actually make it easier to keep my eye on you if you’re uhm…attached to me…” “worried I’m going to run off huh?” “Not run…more like dance away from me.” “I do like to dance…now come on I’ll introduce you to Henry and Nick.” “Uh how about let’s skip that and go find the real party on the back porch?” “The real party?…” “oh…you’re cute when you’re clueless…come on you’ll be fine.” “Okay…oh look there’s Steve…where are you going?” “I’ll be right back…I have to talk to your brother really quick just…stay here.” “Okay..what’s wrong?” “Uhm…I need…my hand back…” “oh sorry…”

“You uh…have whipped cream on…your lip.” “Oh thank you..that always happens I think it’s because I drink it so fast but I just can’t help it they make the best milkshakes…Eddie why are you looking at me like that? Is there more?” “What? Oh…sorry what did you say?” “Are you okay? Do you need-” “I don’t need to eat if that’s what you’re about to ask me…” “it’s rude to just watch someone eat…” “I’m not watching someone…I’m watching you…there’s a difference.” “Whatever you say…you’re really not hungry?” “I promise I’m fine okay? Now…uhm..how was your day?” “It was good! Stevie took me to the library to return some books I got on how to start a garden…I’m trying to grow sunflowers and they are being a bit tricky.” “Did you just call Steve…Stevie?” “Yes? That’s what I’ve always called him.” “Oh god that’s fucking great! What does he call you?” “Most of the time he calls me sister…or sis.” “Sister? Really?” “Yes like when he comes home he shouts ohhh sister! I’m here! He’s very dramatic.” “Is he uhm..is he nice to you?” “Nice to me? Oh he’s the best…he does get kinda irritated with me at times but yes he’s nice to me…why?” “Just wondering…” “how was your day?” “Why are you so nice to everyone?” “Excuse me?” “Why are you so…nice to people you don’t know or legit assholes who don’t deserve a single second of your time…why are you nice to them?” “I just…I don’t know? I guess because if I’m nice to them they’ll be nice to me and…I just enjoy making people smile.” “I wasn’t nice to you.” “You weren’t mean to me.” “Yes I was…” “no…Eddie you think you’re mean but you’re really not…anyone who takes the time can see it’s just an act you put on…I know you’re not really an asshole.” “Yeah well i sure as shit tried to be and uhm…I shouldn’t have been…so rude.” “It’s okay.” “Are you cold?” “A little…sundresses are all cute and fun until the sun goes down…” “here…” “i need to get a jacket like this it’s so comfy and warm.” “You like it?” “Yeah it’s nice…you sure you don’t want any of my fries?” “Stop trying to feed me.” “Sorry…it’s a habit…”

#bucket of sunshine convos #bucket of sunshine series #eddie munson series #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x sunshine!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby

[nerdpoe]

TWINcognito mode Part 5(Tim and Danny Pretend to be Twins AU) (Yeah they aren't pretending anymore lmfao)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, AO3

When Tim had found a version of himself dressed in traditional League clothes, armed and blank eyed, he’d been expecting a fight.

What he had not expected was for the clone to drop his weapons and hold out his arms, and then request for the brainwashing to be negated.

This was different. This did not follow the predetermined pattern for League clones.

And Tim was intrigued.

So he agreed, and tranqed the clone.

The process of carrying an identical version of himself to the Nest was more annoying than it was hard, and the electroshock therapy…he couldn’t do it.

He tried, he really did, but every single fucking time he heard the electrical charge gearing up he heard the laughter in the back of his mind, and it would take him hours to come back to himself. He kept trying, of course, but when he realized he was laughing along to laughter that only he could hear?

He called Harley.

And over the course of the next two weeks, he stayed very far away from the Nest while she worked her magic.

When he came back, she actually had a black eye, and she was very proud to report that his clone was a meta that had torn through the first set of straps. After that, apparently she’d resorted to reinforced steel straps. He’d managed to bend them, and Tim had no doubt that if the clone had enough time awake and aware he absolutely could have broken them, but they seemed to do the trick.

Kryptonite did nothing, and from the DNA analysis the clone was, in fact, completely identical to Tim in every way.

Well, except for the scars. And missing spleen. But those weren’t DNA coded and more of an aesthetic choice in terms of a clone for Tim.

So in short Tim had no idea what Ra’s had done to manage this bit of biological fuckery.

But Harley assured him that she’d gone over the list of possible trigger phrases and shocked the trained responses out of him, and that she’d even gone over a few that weren’t there and managed to nail down some hidden ones as well.

It was a good start, and Tim was thoroughly confused when she’d refused payment.

“For you specifically, this was just…payin’ it back. I never did apologize, did I?”

Then she’d taken one look at his face, smiled sadly, and left.

Tim had locked himself in the bathroom for sixteen hours, solved cold cases playing in the other room as he came back to himself.

When he’d finally come out, it had been to his phone blowing up; another argument in the group chat. He didn’t bother to respond; he’d already missed whatever had started it up, and it was probably winding down already.

Instead, he’d removed the restraints from his clone, made sure there were no lasting injuries from his apparent spats with Harley, and set about making some coffee.

The clone woke up.

He watched as he checked over himself for injuries, and slowly sat up.

“Did you just…shock the brainwashing out of me?”

Tim couldn’t help the laughter; something he and his clone had in common already, aside from being obsessed over by Ra’s.

But as Tim explained the situation to the clone, he couldn’t help but feel that this was a huge opportunity. He could see it as the same recognition flashed over the clone's face. 

This was a clone not bound by brainwashing anymore, free to be his own person; he was completely identical to Tim, and Tim had no issues with him being a clone.

Maybe it was time he had some fun with the rest of the family; a nice little ‘fuck you’ wrapped in a prank.

His clone-his twin-agreed.

~~~~~~

The week they had before it was time to begin fucking with everyone was filled with…surprisingly domestic interactions.

~~~~~~

“What name-”

“Danny. I’m Danny. I’ve...always been Danny.”

“O…kay then. Do you have a preference for a middle name?”

“Nah, whatever is fine.”

~~~~~~

Tim shut the laptop he was using to monitor Ra’s activities in Gotham just as Danny came up behind him.

“I’m kinda hungry, do you mind if I make-?”

“I was about to order out,” Tim lied, yanking his phone out of his pocket.

Cooking, it seemed, was not genetic and Danny was the posterboy for kitchen hazards.

Danny was also hungry like, all the time. It was probably a meta thing, but because Tim couldn’t trust him not to burn down the Nest, that meant that Tim was eating more as well.

He was going to need to get his suits refitted, at this rate.

“Oh, uh…can we get burgers?”

Tim scoffed, already opening up the app.

~~~~~~

Tim slapped a hand against Danny’s chest, trying to rouse him from Tim’s shoulder; it was time for Red Robin to go scout and patrol.

Danny, in response, somehow managed to roll until Tim was trapped under a sleeping meta with enhanced strength.

…Fine.

Fine, he’d fucking sleep.

He just had to shoot off a text and ensure his patrol route was covered.

In the family chat, there was an explosion of people asking if he was actively dying.

Tim was not awake for any of it, though, as the weight of his cl-his twin was enough to force him to relax.

His last thought before drifting to sleep was that perhaps he should invest in weighted blankets.

~~~~~~

“So what superhero name do you want?”

“None.”

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, no offense but like, your lives are way more complicated than they need to be. I’m good. Go ahead and put me down for like, world ending events though. Hard to live my life if there isn’t a world.”

“Alright.”

~~~~~~

Kon, Bart, and Cassie stared at Danny.

Then they looked at Tim.

Tim stared at them.

Danny just looked uncomfortable.

“Yeah, so this is my new twin-” was about as far as Tim got before he was swept up in a bone-crushing hug by Kon.

“You’re so much fucking better than Clark, Tim,” he whispered, tightening his grip for one final moment before putting Tim back on the ground, “Give him what I didn’t have in the beginning.”

Tim stood where he’d been left, stunned, as his friends grouped around Danny and started pestering him.

Unsurprisingly, Danny got on with Kon best of all. The shared trauma of being a clone and waking up in a hostile environment really helped to bind people together.

Bart and Cassie, not to be outdone, helped introduce Danny to the world of video games.

Tim was…proud. In a secondary way.

It was an odd feeling.

~~~~~~

Tim and Danny had been arguing for well over five hours, and Tim couldn’t even remember what had started it.

That didn’t mean that he was about to admit defeat.

“Look, I’m just saying that frogs are a valid control in terms of testing hormone induction!”

Oh, was that what they’d been arguing about?

“No they are not, and you know it! Frogs have a history of changing their sex for mating purposes and as a result, are not valid-”

“But it makes it easier to tell when a dose is taking effect!”

They were both red in the face and practically frothing at the mouth, and Tim felt…alive. This was one of the dumbest arguments he’d ever had, and if he had it with any of his other siblings there would be a risk of weapons being drawn for how heated it had gotten.

But he didn’t have to worry about that with Danny.

Danny, for as aggravated as he was, would never hurt Tim.

And suddenly Tim wasn’t angry anymore; it had just drained out of him.

“Neither of us are biologists anyways, this argument is probably wrong on both sides.”

Danny paused, narrowed his eyes, and the red drained out of his face as he huffed out a laugh.

“Yeah, this is pretty dumb. Wanna watch some unsolved cold case episodes?”

“I’ll order some fried chicken”

“Kinda want vegetable curry, actually.”

“Shit, that does sound better.”

~~~~~~

Tim watched Danny be driven away in the Uber, secure in the knowledge that his false documents were nearly perfect, and started getting dressed in his gear.

It was time to get to work.

~~~~~~

It was not time to get to work, they’d been made by Barb and she had stipulations for playing along.

Tim agreed to them, as did Danny.

…

Tim refused to admit that her fake documents maybe looked a little more authentic.

~~~~~~

Red Robin wiped the blood from his mask and stood up.

Batwoman tilted her head at him from across the unconscious assassins he’d left in a pile.

“Something we need to tell Batman?” She asked, her voice flat as she punched one of the awake ones out.

Red Robin shook his head, introducing his bo staff to another assassin’s throat.

“They’re just angry that I took someone from them.”

Batwoman vaulted over him, clearly taking great pleasure shoving another assassin through the emergency exit door on the roof and down a flight of stairs.

“Any idea when they’ll calm down, and is that person in need of a hideout?” 

Red Robin was yanked into a chokehold by a particularly large assassin, but utilized the momentum provided to swing around to the man’s back and hook his bo staff over the front of his throat, bending the man backwards and choking him out as Red Robin landed gracefully on his feet, forcing the brick shit-house of an assassin to rest his head on the young hero’s shoulder as he talked like nothing was wrong.

“I sent him out of town, he’ll be fine. I just need to clean up before he gets back.”

Batwoman turned to face him, one assassin in a headlock under each arm as she strangled them into submission.

“Well, since I’m subbing for Batman, I guess this makes it my problem too. I’ll help you clean house.”

~~~~~~

Ra’s Al Ghul had been expecting another rooftop faceoff with Timothy. The boy was a genius but was also painfully predictable.

What he had not been expecting was a rooftop faceoff against Batwoman.

Of course, while he’d been distracted with that, Red Robin had blown up the abandoned building beneath them both, and really he should have expected the explosion at least.

It was an exhilarating fight, and a very good bargain for losing the clone.

Besides, he could always make more.

~~~~~~

Pru watched the last of Ra’s cloning facilities get blown to smithereens, a jar containing a spleen resting at her side from where she sat in the sand.

Tim was in the right; explosions were beautiful.

~~~~~~

When Danny returned from the trip, things had settled down in Gotham. Well, gone back to a normal amount of chaos.

Danny was in good spirits, and Tim was relieved to be able to let him out of the Nest; it had been getting a little crowded. But with Ra’s pushed back, it was safe…well. It was as risky as it would be on any normal day in Gotham to let Danny into the penthouse.

Plus, now that the actual work was out of the way, Tim could fully join in on the prank.

~~~~~~

Tim walked into the penthouse to a screaming fire alarm, a slightly smoky kitchen, and Danny curled into a ball on the floor.

Shit.

Tim made sure to shut and lock the door behind him before he set about silencing the alarm and ensuring that there were no active flames.

“Danny,” Tim started cautiously, sitting next to his twin, “You alright, man?”

Danny didn’t respond verbally, but he did hold out his hand.

Tim took it as a win and grabbed the offered appendage, making himself comfortable as he waited.

“...Am I real?” Danny whispered, his hand tightening its grip on Tims.

“Yes,” Tim answered flatly, giving a reassuring squeeze back.

“And…I’m myself?”

Tim leaned his head against the wall behind him, moving his fingers in a circular pattern on the back of Danny’s hand.

“You’re yourself, and no one else. You’re not me, and you’re not Ra’s brainless soldier. Take as long as you need.”

The next morning, the board of directors for Wayne Industries carefully kept their mouths shut about their CEO wearing the exact same rumpled suit from the day before.

~~~~~~

Tim was shaken awake by a bleary eyed Danny. 

“Dick’s here, he’s asking for you.”

Tim groaned and rolled over.

Danny yanked up the sheets and kicked him out of the bed, stealing his place in it as he laid down.

“He has coffee and shit.”

Tim found himself staggering out of his room and towards a very confused older brother, making grabby hands at the beautiful drink.

It was only later, when they’d both woken up a bit more, that they realized exactly how close of a call that had been.

~~~~~~

“Duke made us like, immediately,” Danny declared as he walked through the door, tossing his bag on the couch.

Tim shrugged; it had been expected.

“He wants to join in.”

Tim grinned.

“I told him to act like he knew there were two of us, but to call both of us Tim. He isn’t allowed to say the name ‘Danny’ or he owes me a favor.”

Perfect.

~~~~~~

“So your nickname for the little demon is el-witwaat?” Tim asked idly, eyes roving over a case file.

Danny hummed in agreement, reading his own book on astrophysics. Apparently he swore there was a clear and accurate way to detect a supernova that was about to happen every time, and that current simulations being utilized to predict them were wrong.

It was over Tim’s head, and he quite frankly did not care. Give Tim a good murder any day, but he just wasn’t as into astrophysics as Danny was.

“To clarify, that is just your nickname for him?”

“Yup,” Danny answered, popping the p, “Just me; go find your own.”

Tim shuddered, returning to his case.

“No thanks; the demon-child and I aren’t on that level of…niceness.”

Danny lowered the book, raising an eyebrow.

…

“Is this because he tried to stab you yesterday-”

“-It was completely uncalled for and he’s a fucking psychopath.”

“Tim,” Danny said seriously, leaning forward.

Tim did not look at him, and instead tugged up the case file closer to his face.

“Have you considered that you might have deserved that one?”

“I did not-!”

“-Dude you stepped through his newest painting when you ran-!”

“-He shouldn’t leave his shit out then!”

“Tim.”

Tim went back to his case file, refusing to look at Danny again.

“Tim. Dude. You gotta apologize. That’s like kicking down a kid’s sandcastle at the beach, it’s a shit move.”

Damn it.

~~~~~~

Tim was almost made into a pancake by one of his best friends, because said friend thought he was his brother.

Back on the ground, hands on his knees as he reassured himself that he was still alive, he wondered how much longer they could do this.

Things were getting dangerous.

For Tim, of course. Enhanced meta twins were slightly less likely to suffer physical harm from things like getting dropped from fifty feet in the air with no grapple.

~~~~~~

Tim got a text from Steph.

It was a bunch of words, but the gist was that he was an awful person for not telling her about Danny and that he couldn’t have any of her cheesecake.

He ignored it and set the phone down, turning his attention back to the PR team.

His phone dinged again.

It was a selfie from Steph; all of the Birds of Prey were gathered around a table clearly being used for poker, snacks were everywhere, and Danny was getting his nails painted.

Steph

Ur not getting him back

Ours now

“Sir?” One of his employees asked tentatively.

Tim set his phone down again, this time fighting down a smile.

“Continue.”

Danny was getting his own friend group.

Tim was honestly relieved; it was people he knew and could vouch for personally, so he knew Danny would be safe where he was.

~~~~~~

So.

Danny had just come clean and told Tim that he’d been kidnapped from the afterlife.

That he’d had a bit of a big name in the spirit world.

That he was liable to be summoned at any given time, and end up literally anywhere on the planet. 

That was fine. Tim wasn’t going to overreact. Tim could be an adult about this and proceed calmly and rationally.

…

Tim started looking into subdermal trackers.

Just because Danny had been joking, didn’t mean that Tim was.

~~~~~~

“My memories are a little scrambled, but I’m pretty sure that being tossed in this body was a prank,” Danny admitted around a mouthful of sandwich.

Tim tilted his head.

“How the fuck is that a prank?”

Danny shrugged.

“I think I’ve…existed? For a very, very long time. By comparison, a human lifespan is pretty short. When I get back I’ll probably get the joke, but right now it just seems like a dick move.”

“Huh. So. Got any family?”

Danny nodded.

“I can feel bonds to friends and family, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got three parental bonds going back to the afterlife and two sibling bonds. I have vague recollections, but just enough to know for sure that it’s not a delusion.”

Tim leaned back.

“Does this make me their stepson or stepbrother?”

“Well I don’t see why not.”

~~~~~~

It was easier to be together than it was to be apart.

Tim did not like that thought. That thought meant separation anxiety.

But Tim really did prefer to be with his family if he was with Danny. Danny was a perfect buffer; Tim would handle the vigilante questions and insults, and Danny could handle being personable and dishing out sass. His presence made it easier to talk to Bruce, forced Jason to be calmer (as Jason didn’t have any issues with Danny, so he toned down a bit when he was there), distracted Dick, and soothed Damian (for some unknown reason).

They were a good team, and Tim wasn’t sure how he’d handled all of their siblings without him before.

Tim also knew that he would never, ever request that Danny join him on patrols.

Case in point, it was nerve wracking enough trying to staunch the bleeding from Dick’s gunshot wound, and if it had been his twin Tim knew he wouldn’t have been as focused or present.

When he got home, he made sure to knock Danny’s contact information for the Justice league to the very, very bottom of the list.

Sure, he had to bend the rules and remove him from the heavy hitter section, but who would notice?

~~~~~~

Dinah.

Dinah noticed.

Tim had an unprompted two hour session about respecting boundaries and not overstepping them to protect others, and Danny’s name was put back in its old place.

Danny tried to cook him something as a consolation prize.

Tim was not aware that Danny would be trying to cook until he came home to the fire alarm screaming-yet again-and actual fucking flames this time.

~~~~~~

“Do you have anything else to say?” Tim asked, fighting to keep his giddyness off of his face.

Silently, he prayed that Dick would stick to his guns.

His prayers were answered.

Tim squeezed Danny’s shoulder and then set him loose.

~~~~~~

“Wait, so you’ve got a twin?” Bernard asked around a mouthful of chips.

Tim winced.

“Yeah he uh…hasn’t been around. But he’s back now, and the Waynes never met him, so-”

Bernard’s eyes lit up.

Yeah, he knew where Tim was going with this.

“The parent trap,” he whispered reverently.

“They know there’s two of us now, but they feel bad about mistaking Danny for me, so we’re milking it.”

Bernard cackled with glee.

~~~~~~

When Tim got home, it was to Dick looking like he was about to punch a hole in the wall as he stalked down the hallway away from Tim’s penthouse.

“Holy shit, what did you do?” He breathed as soon as the door was closed behind him.

Danny, lounging on the couch with a lazy smile, shrugged.

“I may or may not have spent the entire time acting like I knew almost nothing about him personally, that he knew nothing about me, and acting surprised when he was considerate.”

Tim snorted.

“So he’s pissed at himself?”

“And Bruce.”

“Fantastic.”

Tim was so glad he wasn’t going to be in the manor for that shouting match.

~~~~~~

Tim was being stared at.

Tim did not like that.

Tim looked up to stare back at the little demon.

They stared at each other.

“Timothy,” he started-and holy shit that was his name? When had the demon brat started calling him by his first name- “I have decided that you are clearly the subpar twin.”

What.

“Daniel is superior to you in every way. You would do well to observe and learn from him, though I doubt it would help you.”

Without another word, the little shit turned on his heel and walked out the room.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~

Tim glared at Bruce from the backseat of Bruce’s fancy car, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket.

“I won’t let you send him back,” Tim told his father, his threat clear and apparent for all to hear.

Damian tsked, turning to glare at Tim.

“The magician was perfectly clear that we cannot, Imposter, nor would I allow father to. But accurate information is vital to survival, and we must know what has happened to better protect Daniel. If you had handled this correctly, instead of committing to being a failure in every aspect of your life, we-”

“What Damian is trying to say,” Bruce cut in, “Is that I…was wrong. We won’t be sending Danny back. We do need to know what’s going on, though.”

Tim narrowed his eyes at Damian, curling his lip.

“At least I don’t go a literal month of not realizing the person in front of me isn’t-”

“Those were extenuating circumstances you buffoon, how was I-”

“Oh, I thought as the blood son to the world's greatest detective it would be childs-”

“Speak to me in that tone again and I will carve out your tongue-”

“Try it you short little-”

“Please say the name of the person you wish to call.”

Tim and Damian were startled into silence.

“Barbara,” Bruce almost pleaded, knuckles white on the steering wheel.

She picked up after one ring.

“Bruce if you hurt one hair on his head-”

“Please call a family meeting; I have Tim, Jason took off with Danny on the back of his motorcycle, and we need Danny to be there if we’re going to have a civil conversation.”

“Father I am perfectly civil-”

“B he’s the one who-”

“I’ll see if I can convince Jason to head towards the BatCave,” Barbara sighed, before the call ended with a click.

“Now, how about we play the quiet game?” Bruce proposed through clenched teeth, eyes firmly on the road.

They managed to maintain silence for about five minutes.

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Love your writing!! Can you write something with a sick Harry? Maybe he starts feeling unwell after a show, not thinking much of it thinking he’s dehydrated and hungry but after hanging with the band and you for a while he asks if you guys can leave and he ends up throwing up throughout the night having caught some sort of bug? Lots of fluff and comfort for Harry! Ah I would love

ok, so i kinda cheated on this one. this is from a series of one shots that i made for one of my fics on my wattpad. it's really similar to your request and very sweet. enjoy!

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You walked in the door of yours and Harry’s house after dropping your daughter off at preschool. Setting your keys down in the little bowl on the kitchen counter, you fixed a cup of hot tea and brought it upstairs. 

It was quiet in the house, the sounds of early morning cartoons and your daughter singing along now gone. You picked up toys and stray shoes as you made your way down the hall toward the master bedroom, quickly tossing everything into your daughter's bedroom, which was floor to ceiling lavender and white, and closed the door behind her.

When they put together the room, you didn’t think of yourself or Harry as interior designers, but your husband apparently had a whole plan in his head of how he wanted his daughter’s bedroom to look. You let Harry have his fun, too excited for the baby to finally arrive to pay attention to the steadily increasing budget. You would lecture him on it later when you realized how much he spent, but it turned out great in the end, and your daughter loved it, and that’s all that really mattered to you in the end.

“Knock, knock,” you said quietly, knocking on the bedroom door. Hearing a grumble from the other side of the door, you opened it and sat down on Harry’s side of the bed. You couldn’t even see him, just a mess of pillows, blankets, and a small tuft of hair poking out underneath it all. “How are you feeling, baby?”

Harry groaned again, but there was movement underneath the pillow pile. His head poked out, and you leaned over to kiss his forehead. His nose was red and his eyes watery, small beads of sweat dotting his hairline. “I’m okay,” he croaked.

“Oh, babe,” you cooed, resting your hand against his forehead to check his temperature. 

Harry woke up early this morning in a cold sweat, his shivering and coughing waking you up as well. He was supposed to take your daughter to school, but you told him to stay in bed and rest. Harry was too tired to protest, pulling the extra blanket you had laid on the bed up to his chin and falling back asleep almost immediately.

You had started to notice that Harry always got like this right after he came home from tour, all the traveling and long nights performing onstage finally catching up to him. Anticipating this, you took the next couple days off of work so you could take care of him; you would never tell him, but Harry could be a very needy sick person, shuffling around in his robe and asking if you could stay in bed with him just a little bit longer. It was very different to how you were when you got sick, but you were happy to take care of him and get him back on his feet, at the very least so that you didn’t have to follow him around and pick up the trail of tissues he usually left behind.

“Here,” you said when Harry finally sat up. “I still can’t quite get it like your mom’s, but I think I got pretty close this time.”

You handed over the mug you’d brought upstairs, and Harry took it from you, whispering his thanks as he blew the steam away. You stood up from where you were sitting to go do some chores around the house, maybe make some soup for Harry while he fell back asleep. As you shifted on the bed, though, Harry grabbed ahold of her hand, warm from holding the mug of tea in it.

“Stay? I know you work in a little bit, but just for a few minutes?” 

It was a sight for sore eyes. Harry’s hair was mussed and splayed messily across his forehead, his tired eyes rimmed with red as he tried to give you his most convincing pout.

Deciding it would be a nice surprise for him to wake up and still find himself wrapped up in her arms, you simply nodded and took off your shoes before climbing back into bed. Harry immediately curled into you, his arms finding purchase around your waist and his face hiding from the rest of the world into the crook of your neck. You never believed him, but Harry always swore that whenever he was sick like this, being cuddled up to you, was the best medicine anyone could ask for, even going as far as saying it made him feel better physically when he got to hold you like this.

You rested your chin on top of Harry’s head and started to scratch up and down his back and through the knots in his hair with your fingers, and you swore you heard him purr when your fingers ran delicately across his scalp. Harry fell in and out of sleep for the next couple hours, getting up once or twice to go to the restroom, but he was pretty much in a sick-induced haze the whole time. 

In between bouts of sleep, you got up occasionally—to grab your phone, to change out blankets, and to rest a cold towel on Harry’s forehead when you thought his fever was spiking a little too much for your taste. But you mostly stayed in bed with Harry, smiling faintly whenever his hands subconsciously reached for you, pulling you close whenever they latched onto your shirt or hand, or whatever part of you he could grab.

The last time Harry stirred, he seemed more aware of his surroundings. He blinked his eyes open, widening them slightly when he realized you were actually in bed with him and that he wasn’t still dreaming. “What are you still doing here?”

Harry’s voice was low and scratchy, from disuse and whatever bug he’d caught. You cupped his cheek in your hand and rubbed your thumb across his skin, still warm, but not as feverish as before. “I took the day off. Figured I would try my hand at nursing for the next couple days.”

He smiled at you, and it was dopey with sleep. Bringing his hand out of his mountain of blankets, he pinched your nose affectionately. “You didn’t have to do that, but I’m glad you did,” he whispered to you, and you had to fight the urge to smile. No, you didn’t have to stay home, but you were pretty sure Harry would be worse off if you hadn’t. And you’d missed him too. It wasn’t easy being away from him for so long.

You recognized the look that passed over Harry’s face, but as much as you loved him, you were not about to risk getting sick by giving him a kiss. You sat up and started putting your shoes on. Turning towards Harry, you kissed his cheek, and you felt his face break out into a small grin against your lips. “I’m going to pick up our beautiful baby girl and then go to the store to grab some stuff for you. I’ll make dinner when I get home, okay?”

“Can’t I just have one?” Harry asked, his voice sounding like a whine at the end. You stood at the foot of the bed, contemplating whether you should oblige him or not. He won you over when he jutted out his bottom lip and said, “Please?”

“Alright, but just one. The last thing we need is for whatever you have spread to me and our daughter.” You leaned in, planning on just pecking Harry on the lips and going on your way. Harry had other plans on his mind, though, and cupped the back of your neck and held you there longer, savoring the taste of your lips on his after being away from home for so much time.

“Satisfied?” you asked when you stood back up, but Harry’s lazy grin told you everything you needed to know. 

“Mm, yes. I’m feeling better already.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and walked towards the door of their bedroom. Before you left, you turned around and blew him one final kiss before you left. Harry caught it and pressed it to his chest, then closed his eyes to go back to sleep again.

When you picked up your daughter at the curb of her preschool, she animatedly chatted your ear off about everything she did today. You listened dutifully, chiming in where you were supposed to, but she mostly liked to ramble about random things until she tired herself out and fell asleep in the backseat of the car. Before your daughter could actually sleep this time, you pulled up to the store by their house and walked in with their hands clasped together.

“I wanna shop with you, Mami,” she said to you when you started pushing a plastic red cart around. 

You couldn’t quite remember how this little tradition started, but nearly every time your daughter went with you or Harry to the grocery store, she perused the aisles on either of her parents’ backs. Apparently it was the only way she thought grocery shopping was acceptable.

“Sure, bug, hop on,” you told her, bending down for your daughter. 

You walked through the various aisles, picking up stuff you remembered you needed at home as you made your way to the pharmacy section, occasionally putting back the things your daughter tried to sneak into the cart without you noticing.

“Pleaaaseee,” she asked when you put back a bag of chocolates. It appeared your daughter and your husband both had a sweet tooth. You eventually let her, figuring Harry would be the one to eat most of them anyway.

As you and your daughter shopped together, you could feel the stares on the two of you, the recognition that came with marrying a famous musician and having his kid like a blanket over your shoulders. Your daughter had seen Harry’s fans at the few concerts you had taken her to, and any interactions they had with them together were great, each fan they met totally friendly and respectful of any boundaries set up between them and your daughter. But you weren’t at a concert right now, and it was important to you and Harry that your daughter had as normal an upbringing as possible, and meeting fans while you were buying groceries and Harry was waiting for them at home sick wasn’t necessarily what either of you would consider normal.

While you were aware of the few teenage girls in the produce aisle with their phones subtly pointed in your and your daughter’s direction, she remained blissfully unaware as she played with strands of your hair that was tied up in a ponytail. You waved and gave the fans a small smile before turning and heading towards the pharmacy section with your daughter humming on her back. You never wanted to be rude to Harry’s fans, not ever wanting to make him look bad, and it just wasn’t who you were, but they had places they needed to be today.

When you had everything you needed, you checked out and drove home. On the way back, your daughter asked you to play her Papá’s music, a staple for her anytime she was in the car and going somewhere. You obliged, playing all of your daughter’s favorites and signing along as you weaved in and out of  traffic. When they got home, you went upstairs to check on Harry, your daughter and trailing behind. He was still asleep, but when you checked his temperature again, it had gone down. 

Harry, who wasn’t as fast asleep as you initially thought, blinked his eyes open to find his daughter peering closely at his face. He gave her a tired half-smile and opened his blankets for her to cuddle into. She grinned and got under the covers with Harry, settling against his chest. Modern medicine be damned, he thought. Spending time with his two most favorite girls in the whole world was better than anything you brought home from the store just now.

“Hey bug, why don’t you grab that book we bought the other day and you can read with your Papá,” you told her as you cleared off some of the tissues and vitamin-C packets on Harry’s bedside table.

“Will that make you feel better?” she asked Harry, and he brushed the pad of his thumb across her cheek, a warm smile on his face. 

“I have no doubt in my mind it will. Reading with you is my favorite thing to do in the whole wide world.”

“I thought you loved singing the most,” your daughter said curiously, her head tilting to the side.

Harry sat up against the headboard and pulled his daughter into his lap. “You’re right, but I love you more.”

You knew that, but it warmed your heart to hear him say it. You moved to leave your and Harry’s bedroom to get started on making the three of you dinner, but Harry took your hand before you could make it very far. “I love you too,” he said, that same look as before gracing his features once again.

Oh, what the hell, you thought. You leaned over and kissed him, only this time it didn’t last as long because your daughter was there to separate them. She and Harry, but mostly Harry, managed to convince you to just order in tonight so you could all spend time together cuddling up on the bed and reading your daughter's favorite picture books, Harry regaling his two girls with tales of life on the road every now and then. By the time you’d eaten, watched a movie, and read half of the books on your daughter’s bookshelf, the sun had set and it was time for their day to end, and you told her that it was time to get ready for bed, in her bed. 

“Why can’t I stay here, Mami?” she asked, clinging to her father. 

You looked to Harry for help, but you quickly realized that he was not going to be on your side on this one. He got like this when he’d been away from home for a while. You understood that he wanted to make up for lost time, but he was sick, and they really didn’t need a sick four year old on their hands as well. 

“Papá is sick, love bug, so he needs lots of rest so he can feel better.”

“But he said I make him feel better,” she argued, not making a move to leave her father’s side.

You sighed and shot a look at Harry, to which he only gave a sheepish smile in response. “She does,” he said, his voice not as scratchy as it was earlier today. “She really, really does.”

You knew you had been beat, trying to get in between daddy-daughter time proving to be nearly impossible. “Okay, little lady. But we still have to brush our teeth and get into our pj’s, so come on.”

She reached up, letting you carry her away to get ready for bed. You couldn’t quite believe the amount of gift-giving that happened when the world found out that you and Harry had a child together. And for the first couple weeks that they had brought her home, gifts from friends, family, people that Harry had worked with in the past, people you didn’t even know, were sending all sorts of stuff, but mostly designer clothes. Even four years later, she was still receiving package after package.

“What is a four year old supposed to do with custom Gucci?” you had asked Harry when you opened a package from his favorite designer. “I mean, she’s going to grow out of this in a few months.”

While you had had your reservations, Harry was like a kid on Christmas, opening each package with a steadily growing grin on his face. “I don’t know, but aren’t these the cutest shoes you’ve ever seen?”

Of course it was all adorable, and your daughter looked absolutely to die for in all of it. You thought some of it was a little over the top, like the monogrammed Chanel and Versace tracksuits, but you figured it would make good sleepwear and cozy clothes for her daughter. 

You both came back into your room. You were still worried about all of you sleeping in the same bed when Harry had been so sick this morning, but he seemed to be doing better than when he initially woke up. 

“How are you feeling?” you asked him, trying to give him a once over.

Harry had moved to the center of the bed so that you and your daughter could be on either side of him. As you settled into bed, he pressed tiny kisses into your skin. “Better.” You opened your mouth, but Harry beat you to the punch, knowing exactly what you were going to say next. “And I’m not just saying that. I’m feeling better, and I’ve missed my girls. So come here and kiss me. Please.”

You rolled your eyes, but rested against your husband anyway, pecking him on the lips. Wanting his attention, your daughter climbed over Harry and in between the two of you. “See? I made him feel better.”

“You sure did,” you agreed, kissing your daughter’s temple. “Now get some sleep. You have school tomorrow.”

She eventually did fall asleep wedged between her parents, but you and Harry stayed up, Harry having found some newfound energy after napping almost all day. 

You and Harry went downstairs to spend some time alone together on the couch. He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder as she fired up the TV. 

“Did you ever think we’d actually be here when we first started dating? Married? A kid? Me wiping your nose with a tissue without so much as a flinch?”

He laughed lightly, his fingers brushing across the ring on your left hand. “Yes, yes, and most definitely yes.”

“Oh come on, be serious,” you said, shoving his knee. It wasn’t something you thought about often, but now that you asked it, part of you did wonder. None of his answers would change what you already had, either, you just liked to see Harry squirm every once in a while.

“Well, we had decided to take things slow,” Harry started, and you nodded along as if you could picture their first date as if it was yesterday. “But I really, really, really, really liked you.”

Harry emphasized each “really” with a kiss to your skin, making you blush and trying to shift out of his lap, but it only made him hold on to you tighter. While you could picture the earlier days of your relationship with clarity, it still felt like lightyears away from where you were now. Sometimes it surprised you how far the two of you had come, but nothing about how you felt for Harry, how you managed to love him more and more every day since their first few dates caught you by surprise. It just made sense.

After a few more minutes of reminiscing, you put on a movie like you and Harry had originally planned. Harry didn’t care what you put on, he was just happy to be with you after months of touring around the world and only seeing you through a phone or computer screen. He had more than watching a movie on the brain too, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t be in the mood while he was still sick. He settled for laying down on the couch with you, pressing lazy kisses wherever he could and letting his hands travel along the skin under your sleep shirt. 

You knew Harry was trying to start something, but you had been in this position before. He would be sick, sleep it off all day, and bring you downstairs while your daughter slept soundly in their bed. What he never seemed to remember was that like clockwork, Harry’s small bout of energy fizzled out halfway through the movie until he ultimately fell back asleep; he didn’t even realize you put on the same movie every time he came home from tour.

When you heard Harry’s soft snores over the sound of a movie you now pretty much knew by heart, you checked her phone. He lasted a little longer this time, you mused.

Turning off the TV, you nudged Harry’s shoulder; he often carried you up the stairs if you fell asleep, but you definitely couldn’t return the same courtesy. You nudged him a little harder, whispering his name until he finally opened his eyes. 

“What happened?” Harry asked, his voice sounding like he was still asleep.

“You fell asleep,” you whispered, helping him up and holding his hand as they walked back upstairs.

Harry trudged behind you, feeling like he had reverted back to where he was this morning, a headache starting to form and his body beginning to ache again. Rubbing his eyes and sniffling, he got back into bed.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish the movie. I know how much you like that one,” he said, his words slurred from tiredness and the medicine you made him take before he got under the covers with you and your daughter. He could say that they cured his ailments all he wanted, but you still believed in the power of ibuprofen and NyQuil.

“That’s okay. Some other time,” you told him, fighting your knowing smile. The only reason he thought it was your favorite was because they watched it every time he came home from tour.

Harry heard an inflection in your voice, but he was too tired to make any sense of it. Turning the light off on his bedside table, he settled against his pillow, your daughter already curled into your side. He kissed the top of her head, then yours, then turned around and went to sleep.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #harry styles fic

[partypoisonzz]

thoughts on vamp!trey? any thoughts? any spare thoughts at all? 🫣

— (totally not sqiblet)

(also sorry if u we’re looking for mcr related asks i just now considered that as i’m writing this lol)

All asks of all kinds (except like my social security number and shit lol) are welcome here. Plus I want to let everyone know about our special boy. 😗

Vampire!Trey Headcanons

CW: NSFW content, AFAB reader, graphic descriptions of blood/wounds, mentions of death, mentions of scars, breathplay, mentions of menstruation

SFW

He's obviously fucking terrifying. Extremely strong, extremely intense, could totally accidentally kill you from feeding and has had it happen before with other people. But he loves you and you love him, so he has this compulsion to keep you safe that he hasn't had in the past, as well as a stronger telepathic connection than he's had with any of his feeding partners. He can tell when it's too much for you. As soon as this happens, he stops everything.

Kinda weird to say about a guy who could plausibly kill you at any moment, but he's an acts of service guy, — partially because you're keeping one another alive, which is the biggest act of service of all, and partially because he's come to know you so well and wants to make sure you have everything you want and need. But if you make over him for taking care of you, he will not take the bait. He just gets all embarrassed and tells you to shut up and not mention it.

Secretly obsessed with the heated blanket that he puts on to keep you warm after he takes too much blood. He's been ice cold for nearly thirty years, so the warmth makes him feel weirdly human. He also likes how you fuss over how cold he is, all the while curling in closer to him. You don't mind wrapping yourself around a gigantic ice block. That's amoré.

Fixated on your bite scars. It isn't that he feels guilty, — it's the only way he can live, and you want him to do this, — but he still can't function knowing he's left permanent marks all over you without drawing attention to it. He traces over them when you're laying together. He kisses them sometimes, too.

Loves how affectionate you are towards him, but doesn't know how to handle it at all. Part of him still feels like he doesn't deserve you, or that your attachment to him is just a result of the mild mind-control powers that his venom contains, so having you look at him like he hung the fucking moon feels disconcerting. He never asks for reassurance, but he needs it when he gets into his depressive, paranoid moods. If you keep telling him you love him, he just might eventually think that he deserves it... Maybe.

Gets in moods sometimes where he's essentially an apex predator with the zoomies. At that point, you just kinda have to try and fight against his superhuman strength and dramatically freak out while he pretends to eat you in a borderline cartoonish fashion. It's fucked up and ridiculous, but it's one of the only times he treats his condition like something other than a curse, and also you generally end up making out afterwards, at which point he usually bites you for real.

NSFW if ya nasty

Gets so, so needy when he's hungry. If he's gone a couple days since he first realized he needed to eat for whatever reason, he will be a trembling, wild-eyed mess when you finally tell him to take what he needs. He's always a bit less considerate than usual, biting all over with reckless abandon, but he's usually also gasping and moaning, telling you that he "needed you so bad" and "you taste so good, fuck, you're perfect."

Uses his telepathic powers to edge you. He knows when you're close without you saying anything, and he stops just to make you beg. He wants you to be shaking and crying, pleading with him to let you come. This usually ends with either his teeth in your neck while he fucks you harder or removing his head from between your legs to finish you off with his fingers while he bites your thigh. The overstimulation of having him bite you while you finally come always leaves you a fucking wreck.

He also pushes every limit he can because he knows exactly how much you can take. He will press down against your windpipe until he knows he needs to let up, edge and/or overstimulate you until you can't speak, fuck you as hard as he can with his hand over your mouth until he knows that it's too much. Even when he knows he needs to settle down a bit, he keeps up the aggression, telling you to "just take a little bit more, I know you can" and "stop making so much fucking noise."

Loves eating you out. He has you sit on a towel every time regardless of the time of month because he always leaves a bunch of bites all over your hips and legs, so blood gets everywhere, anyway. Part of the appeal is that he wants to do you a favor after you've supplied him with his literal life-source, but also he just loves it in general. It feels intimate in a carnal way. He holds your legs open and goes absolutely insane. He's not gentle about it, — he literally eats you out like you're his last meal. He pins your hips down against whatever surface because his hunting instincts tell him not to let you move and fucking devours you without much rhyme or reason, smearing blood all over your thighs and his face. He'll make you come over and over until he's finally satisfied, laughing at your trembling legs and blissed-out expression when he finally pulls away.

Will have you sit on his lap while he feeds off you, so he can feel you up and, if you're lucky, finger you. Due to his predatory instincts, the more that you whine, the more ruthless he gets, pulling away from your neck to muffle your cries with his palm and tell you to stop squirming so it will be over quicker, even though he's rocking his hips up against you the entire time.

Licks the blood off of you every time he bites you. He doesn't want to waste a single drop, but he also just loves the way that you react, all desperate and usually already fucked out. Sometimes, he looks up into your eyes while he's doing it, and you're an absolute goner. You've come to crave the feeling of his tongue running over your wounds, and you find that the taste of your own blood in his mouth when you grab him by the hair and pull him up to kiss you isn't bad, either.

#pen gets asks #trey parker x reader #my writing #headcanons #vampire trey

[ayunakatsukiwolfhashira]

Hashira Yuichiro x Hashira Fem! Reader

ℛℰ𝒬𝒰ℰ𝒮𝒯ℰ𝒟

Yuichiro and Muichiro were the twin Mist Hashiras in the Corps while you were the Constellation Hashira. Everyone knew, respected, and trusted you however, none of them never saw your face, for it was concealed behind a dark blue fox mask. You wore a mask to hide your biggest insecurity, which was a scar above your left eye. You acquired it from a demon attack that killed your mother when you were just a kid and you were forced to grow up with it. Your father always told you that you were beautiful but the negative feedback from other kids caused you to doubt him.

Muichiro knew about your scar since you told him but he never saw it, he was the only one who had knowledge of why you hide behind a mask. Although you were good friends with Muichiro, you couldn’t help but be curious about the older twin. Yuichiro always wore a stoic and very serious facade, even towards his own brother. Fellow slayers including Hashira have attempted to befriend Yuichiro but it never seemed to work out, but you still wanted to give it a try. So when one day you were hanging out with Muichiro, you asked him about Yuichiro.

“Hey Muichiro? Do you know where Yuichiro is?”

He was taken by surprise from your question but still answered anyway.

“He is at home, why?”

“I want to try to speak to him.”

“Good luck with that…”

He watched you get up and walk to the Mist Estate. After a couple minutes, you arrived and before you knocked on the door, you took a deep breath. You knocked twice and waited for the door to open and when it did, a cold voice was heard.

“What do you want?”

Yuichiro stood tall in the doorway, his cold but beautiful eyes stared into yours through your mask. You cleared your throat and answered him.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go and maybe have dinner together and get to know each other.”

You stated and he narrowed his eyes at you before scoffing.

“As if I would waste my time and go out to a restaurant, shouldn’t you be training? “

“It doesn’t appear like you’re training either.”

You said back to him and he widened his eyes a bit. He didn’t expect you to come at him like that and he kinda liked your boldness, ‘Well that’s a first…’ he thought to himself. Usually people would give up and walk away but you were different.

“Touché…”

He said before sighing and rolling his eyes. 

“Fine, but we are going to make this quick, understand?”

You nodded with a smile that he couldn’t see but he could tell because of the twinkle in your eyes. The walk to the restaurant was silent, you could tell Yuichiro was a bit irritated but you were just grateful that your plan was executed. You both arrived at the restaurant and the waiter seated you guys and waited for you to order. Yuichiro didn’t even realize how hungry he was until he bit into the food. He saw you enjoying your food and it reminded him of Muichiro enjoying his cooking. He smiled a bit at the thought before quickly erasing it so you wouldn’t see but it was too late.

“Aww, you should smile more! Your smile is so cute!”

Yuichiro blushed a bit.

“I’m not cute you idiot! And I didn’t smile, you are seeing things.”

He huffed and it only made him look even cuter but this time you decided to keep that to yourself.

You adjusted your mask so that only your mouth was barely visible and brought the food to your mouth. Yuichiro was curious as to why you wore a mask but he tried to convince himself that he shouldn’t worry about stupid useless things. You both ate in silence and when it was time to part, Muichiro came along.

“Hi Née-San! Hi Y/n!” 

“Hi Mui!”

You replied and Yuichiro just crossed his arms, all of a sudden, your crow came and gave you a mission.

“I have to go on a mission but I’ll see you guys later!”

Muichiro waved to you and Yuichiro was a little sad at your absence but he didn’t show it and just scoffed which caused Muichiro to turn to him.

“Aw come one Née-San, she means well, I promise!”

Yuichiro rolled his eyes but deep down, he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t want to learn more about the Constellation Hashira and her personality and maybe even about the meaning of her mask.

#kimetsu no yaiba #fluff #requests open #feel free to ask questions #request #yuichiro tokito #yuichiro x reader

[plisuu]

Yaaay it's Friday Sterling!!! I am SO curious about the rivalrous, unrequited Cullen x Connor ... perhaps with "but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right" -- from the Angsty Poem prompts? 👀 Happy writing!

Helloooo sorry this took so long hahaha It’s not quite unrequited anymore, but here’s some angst of when they uh… have a fight and kinda break-up about it. (For some context, Connor went to Emprise Du Lion, Things Went Bad, and he comes back pretty messed up.)

tw: lyrium withdraw/relapse

wc: 962

@dadrunkwriting

The edge of the desk bit into the back of Cullen’s thighs under both of their weight as Connor stood against him, his lips brushing along the side of his neck and pressing kisses into the underside of his jaw. Cullen was taken aback at the boldness of it, unsure of how to respond.

This wasn’t the same Connor Trevelyan that he had come to know over the months at Skyhold, the man that quietly asked permission before touching him in any capacity, as if he was afraid, as if Cullen might shatter in his hands at the slightest pressure. This was… certainly not that, and he tensed as Connor’s hands slipped under his shirt, the man’s heat impossibly warm against Cullen’s cold, clammy skin. In fairness, Connor hadn’t been the same in weeks, not since he had managed to return to a semi-regular existence after whatever happened in Emprise Du Lion.

Cullen tried to relax—it did feel nice, he supposed, as he wrapped his hands around the back of Connor’s neck and nestled his face into soft, dark hair, breathing in the spicy fragrance of soap, elfroot, and the incense that always seemed to follow him like a cloud… but there was something else there too, different than usual, more familiar than he expected, and suddenly the pieces clicked.

The unmistakable bite of lyrium clung to the Inquisitor, metallic and menthol beneath his usual warm scents. Cullen froze, his mouth suddenly dry as he tried to swallow around a lump that caught in his throat.

“Connor.” His voice was a hoarse croak, cracking under the strain of emotions that surged over him, none of them good. Disappointment. Anger. Betrayal. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Connor.”

Connor frowned, pulling away slowly. He searched Cullen’s expression for a moment before realization settled across his own features. Cullen’s stare burned into him, fury rising in the Commander’s cheeks.

Connor’s expression was one of guilt and one that begged for forgiveness all the same. Cullen bristled, clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to maintain an air of control when all he wanted to do was scream in frustration.

“You said you’d stopped.”

“A lot has happened,” Connor whispered, looking nervously between him and the door, and Cullen placed himself firmly in his line of sight. It had been a month since he was brought back from Suledin’s Keep. No one would really explain what had happened there, no one was really sure what had happened there. Connor wouldn’t speak of it either. All Cullen knew was that it was bad, and that red lyrium was involved. But this… Connor had promised. They had promised to quit together. The entire time Connor was gone, Cullen had managed through the worst nights of withdrawal alone. He was bitter. He was angry.

“You lied.”

“Cullen, I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” Cullen bit out. The lyrium was overwhelming him now, and it was all he could think about, the intense thirst, the splitting headache… the betrayal he felt. He felt weak. He felt stupid.

“Cullen,” Connor sighed, turning away.

Cullen tried not to look at the bruises that still littered Connor's skin, the scabbing around his throat, the bandages that peeked out from beneath his shirt. He felt bad for being so upset. Connor looked terrible, and there was the thought at the back of his mind that perhaps the withdrawals would kill him in this state. Cassandra had told him there were drastic measures taken to ensure his recovery, but…

“You can quit again,” Cullen said. It wasn’t a suggestion or a command so much a plea. He needed Connor to quit.

“You don’t… I can’t keep running from my past, Cullen. It’s… I can’t…”

“You can,” Cullen insisted, taking Connor’s hand in his, pressing lips into his coarse palm. “Look at me. You can move on.”

“You don’t understand. At Emprise—”

“Have I ever told you what happened to me? At Kinloch?“ Cullen cut him off. Connor turned his gaze to the floorboards and remained silent. Cullen felt him tense, felt the tremble of his fingers and the quiet moment where the battle is lost against memories best left forgotten.

He frowned, placing another gentle kiss along Connor’s knuckles.

“I only mean to say that I understand,” he murmured into the back of Connor’s hand. “And I will be here to support you, should you need it.”

“Cullen,” Connor tried again, pulling his hand free. He took a step back, towards the door. “I can’t quit. I know what it means to you, but I can’t. It… It’s too much.”

Their eyes met, and Cullen felt at a loss. The lyrium that permeated the air created a divide between them, one that Cullen could not bear to cross. He had worked so hard to quit, to leave that part of himself behind, to break the hold of the Order, the leash of his past. Images of Kirkwall and Kinloch flashed through his mind, the heavy haze of lyrium and rush of blood filling his senses.

Connor meant so much to him, they had come so far together, but this… Cullen wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough to escape its grasp again. It would be too hard, the temptation too great, the heady scent of it beckoning him with every look. Every touch. Every kiss. He closed his eyes and turned away, bracing himself with palms flat on his desk.

“You’re… You’re right. It is too much.”

He felt Connor’s eyes on him, studying him. He felt the shift in the air, the resignation, the sorrow.

“I’m sorry.” Connor’s words were quiet, barely audible over the creak of wood and metal scraping over stone.

Cullen said nothing in reply, and he heard the door click shut.

#cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #dragon age #cullen x male trevelyan #bi cullen #connor trevelyan #templars #tw: drugs #dadwc #my writing #they kill me #don't worry that have a happy ending but #augh

[exclusivecolette]

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

PT.6

long chapter sorry if i messed something up, this was very rushed.)

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

summary: a girl starts to fall in love with a boy in class. But, her abusive parents are extremely strict (ignoring the fact she’s even old enough to drive.) And what is she gonna do when she realizes, he isn’t just some crush

TW: nothing really, cussing

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“hey y/n” char touch my ankle waking me up. “hi charlie” i sit up and see both my parents and my smile drops. “we’re here to take you home” my mom said quietly trying her very hardest to look guilty. I roll my eyes and look back at charlie. “here i brought you this” charlie said. I smile at him when he pulled out his phone. “thank you” i pull him in for a hug.

-

In the car i was texting matt the whole way. The doctor said i shouldn’t even be on my phone but i didn’t care. We get home and i instantly go to my room. I put on a comfy clothes, turn on my tv and start watching a new show.

-

a soft knock hit my door. “yeah?” i ask please be charlie. The door opened and i saw my mom, i sighed waiting for the talk. “i’m just here to let you know that me and your father are gonna be gone for the next 4 days, for work. But if you need us for anything- or don’t want us to go, we won’t” bitch you kidding? “nope, you guys can go. when are you guys leaving?” i ask not looking from the tv. “in a about an hour” she said.

“okay” i say hiding the emotion jumping in my body. “Charlies taking advantage of it and going to grandmas so he doesn’t have to go to school, but just wanted to let you know. Tell your brother bye.” We’re on spring break…

My parents never paid attention to things. Especially school, only if you had good grades then that’s all they need to know.

she walked out. A few minutes pass before charlie walked in my room.

“bye y/n” he said in a playful tone. “bye char have fun i love you.” i answer laughing. “bye love you. you have fun too” he wink and i responded by rolling my eyes.

-

It’s been 20 minutes since i heard the car pull out, so i called matt.

“hey you good?”

“yeah hi”

“you sure?”

“yeah um are you busy?” i ask.

“nope what’s up”

“so-“ i pause

“come on spit it out” he laughed

“do you wanna come over, my parents aren’t home and i have nothing to do but stare at a screen, even though the doctors said i shouldn’t-“ I say nervously

“yeah yeah right now?” he asked.

“if you can-“ i say timidly

“yeah i’m on my way. turn off the screen” he laughed getting up.

“okay i’ll see you in a bit?”

“yeah bye” he said.

“bye.”

-

15 minutes had passed. There was a knock at my front door. I get up and walk to the door excitedly. I open the door and his face instantly lit up “hi.” he breathed out smiling. His nose was rosy. It was a little chilly out, the sun was gonna set in about an a few hours. “you cold?” i ask moving back so he can come in.

“yeah i had the window down.” he giggled. he looked so cute. “thanks for keeping me busy” i say as he took off his shoes “is that the only reason you called?” he teased. “wanted to see you.” i shrugged blushing clearly. “what do you wanna do?” i ask just happy for him to be there, a smile never left my face.

He chuckled, “i don’t care whatever.”

I thought for a second. “we can make food. I’m kinda hungry.” i say and he groaned in satisfaction “yes yes i’m starving” he said and we laughed walking to the kitchen. “we can make like homemade pizza?” he suggested “we could but we don’t have the stuff for it” i say “let’s go to the store real fast.” he said “yeah let me change” i say

“what for?” he asked and i looked down at my sports bra and sweatpants. “i have a jacket.” he said walking back to the door “oh yeah speaking of i still have your hoodie” i say about to go upstairs to grab it. “i’ll get it later.” he shrugged and handed me the jacket. I put on the oversized jacket and we left.

Sitting in the passenger i look over at him with my head back. He picks up and looks at me smiling as we stopped at a light. “i- you’re so” i look for the way to put it “there for me.” i state and he smiled at the wording “I like being there for you” he start driving again.

“it’s crazy because i’ve known you since elementary and this is the first we’ve really been together. and not just like when we ran off at the bonfire a year ago, or went to patty’s and talked when we were bored.” he said.

“yeah, looking back we did engage a lot more than i realized.” i say looking back at the road and thinking. “we’ve been partners many times, had many projects together, presentations, but never really hung out like this” he stated.

-

“you know i can juggle” matt giggled grabbing 3 oranges. “matt no” i laugh and take them out of his hand leaning on him a little to put them back in the bin behind him. “god matt” i giggle and look up at him just to see him already looking at me. He was looking at me in a way. In a way that made my heart skip a beat. In a way that- “hey guys” a familiar voice said from behind me.

Me and matt both looked back to see a kid from our school. “Hi jack what’s up” he dabbed him up and i stood to the side. “hey y/n, not gonna say hi” he laughed opening his arms to a hug. “hi jack” i giggled hugging him. I looked up to matt and he had a almost angry look on his face, but quickly changed expressions when he saw me looked at him. jealous? i smirk at him.

“i’ll see you guys later bye” he walked off. I look back at matt and his jaw was slightly clenched. “you okay?” i start pushing the cart. “yeah no i’m good” he said and smiled at me.

We mess around the store a bit and also get the stuff for pizza.

I scan the last item and click pay. I start pulling out my wallet. It came to about 30 dollars, due to the extra snacks we threw in. “no i got it” he kinda pushed me with his body. “matt i’m already paying its fine” i push him back. “step back” he pulled out his wallet. “atleast let me go half” i push him back completely. “come on” he tilted his head and i smirked. “fine half” he negotiated.

-

“okay um do you even know how to make a pizza?” i ask holding up the packaged dough. “nope. but how hard could it be?” he shrugged. My mom was calling. “shit be quiet it’s my mom” i say before answering.

“hi mom” i say in a annoyed tone.

“hi i just wanted to check in-“

matt dropped a stack of bowls on the counter, they were plastic so they didn’t break. I shot him a confused looked.

“who’s there?” she asked suspiciously. “sydney came over, sorry i didn’t ask she just got here a few minutes” i lie quickly.

“oh can i talk to her. I haven’t said hi in a while”

fuck.

“she just walked in the bathroom but when she comes out i’ll call you back. She’s getting ready for bed”

matt had all the bowls picked up.

“okay call me back. bye i love you”

“bye” i hang up.

“i’m sorry” he said looking up from his phone. “your okay” i insure quickly swiping on phone. “what are you doing-“ he stopped when he saw my phone go back to my ear. “put it on speaker” he said intrigued.

“hey” syds voice said

“you love me right?” i said watching a smile grow on matts face.

“yeah what’s up?”

“i need a favor”

“yeah anything.”

“can you come by the home just for a few minutes and talk to my mom?” i asked quickly.

“yeah i’ll leave now, your home?” she asked and i heard stuff moving around.

“well i got home earlier, and my mom and dad are somewhere for work, and my brothers at my grandmas. So i asked matt to come over….” i said the last sentence painfully slow.

“AHHHH i love you guys like together so much-“ she screeched and i heard driving.

My face flushed and i looked away putting my head into my hand

“yeah so my mom called earlier and matt” i emphasize his name “dropped bowls and she was like all suspicious and i told her you were over but weren’t able to be on the phone right at that second-“

“yeah i almost there i’ll see you in like 3 minutes, i love you”

“love u too bye.”

I place my phone down. “so that solves that.” i say looking up at him “okay so do you wanna start the pizza?” he stood up. “yeah grab the flour”

-

“hey babe i’m here” she sang coming in the door and saw me and matt with flour all over eachother. It had been 3 minutes, and we hadn’t even opened the dough. As soon as the flour left the cabinet we were like kids, throwing flour at eachother.

“you guys are so cute” she smiled walking over to my phone and opening it. I blush again and he noticed as i looked away. Syd called my mom and handed me the phone.

-

“bye thanks so much syd i love you” i say hand on the door. “no problem bye i love u” she said walking off to the car and i shut the door. I walk back into the kitchen and my eyes meet matt but i quickly look away. “okay let’s start”

-

“you know, did you know i was italian?” he asked putting the heart pizzas in the oven. “yeah actually i remember you saying something about it at the start of the year” i say looking at him before setting the timer. “my roots are coming up” he giggled making me chuckle. “you’re unreal matt” i walk away. “i’m gonna change real fast” i say and he nodded.

I change into my brandy boxers with little teddy bears and a matching brown sports bra i’d bought just for this outfit. I trout down the stairs looking for a pair of socks. Fluffy white socks with teddy bears on the side. I felt matt’s eyes on me. Maybe it was because i’d just entered the kitchen. Or maybe because i came down the stairs looking for something. Or maybe it was fact that my boxers with riding up on thighs.

I look at him for second making him sit up and jump out of whichever thought he was thinking. “what are you looking for?” he stood up. “ummm” my voice trailed off in the living room making him follow me. I see a basket of clothes with my socks on the top. I lift up each foot putting them on.

“look” she smiled at her socks like it was the last pair on earth. Her smile so perfect the way it was wide. The way it made her eyes appear slimmer when her cheeks rose up from her big smile. She’s beautiful. “look at my socks” she stated when i didn’t look, a smile quickly appearing back on her face.

I look down at the white fuzzy socks that had a small teddy bear on the side of each one. She wiggled her feet to show off the socks that matched her shor- GOD her shorts. The way her her thighs made them ride up, the way the shorts barely cuffed the bottom of her as- “come on” she waved me to follow her.

“do you wanna watch a movie tonight?” i ask sitting up on the counter.

My eyes quickly glanced at her thighs when she looked away to think. The way they smooshed from the counter.

“we can watch like a scary movie, a disney-“ his voice interrupted mine. “whatever you want-“ his stopped when it look like he remembered something. “you aren’t allowed to look at too much screen.” i playfully roll my eyes. “too bad” i say in a whiny tone. “you can…oh! you can wear sunglasses?” he suggested like it was a real answer.

“you’re funny” i say sarcastically. “i’m so serious, that’s the only way i’ll watch a movie with you.” he says shrugging. “fine” i groan.

-

“is it good” i ask him and he motions for me to also take a bite. I do and it was good. “it’s good” he said after swallowing the rest of his food. “yeah i like it” i say.

-

“are you sure you have enough blanket?” he asked. “yeah i’m good” i lean forward to set down the dr pepper i was sipping. “what do you wanna watch?” i ask and when i look over to him he was already looking at me with his head tilted back on the couch. “what ever you want” he said in a low tone. “no help me pick” i say laying my head back on the couch too.

“let’s watch a disney movie” he suggested. Excitement flew through my body “i was hoping you’d say that” i turn back to the TV and start scrolling. “what kind? Like a princess movie?” i ask looking up at him and he was already staring at me again. “let’s watch tangled?” he said and my eyes widened. “your so perfect” i lean my head on his shoulder.

“i almost forgot something” he said and i looked up in confusion. “your sunglasses” i rolled my eyes “matt!!!!!” i whine “i was just kidding” he laughed “you really thought i was gonna make you wear sunglasses?” i shrugged.

I felt my body relax. “tangled is literally my favorite” she looked up at me with a big smile on her face. She placed her head back down. She wrapped her arm around my arm as she leaned on my shoulder.

-

I lifted my head off his shoulder moved my arm from around him. “what’s wrong” he asked “i’m tired” i stand up. I waited for him to stand up while i stretched. “you coming?” i ask and start walking. “yeah” he said and followed me up. When i open the room door he smiled. “i like your room.” he stated looking around. “it looks comfortable.” He said as i sat down.

“thanks” I get under my blankets. “You have a lot of blankets.” he laughed making me laugh too. “yeah it get cold at night.” i turn on the tv to finish the movie.

-

how does she sleep so peacefully. She wrapped her arm around me. Her eyebrows furrowed. She moves a lot in her sleep. She scoots closer to me and wraps her leg over my waist, i felt my stomach twirl. I never wanna leave.

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #Spotify

[goatgoatgoat7778]

I’m just in a MHR mood, although I’m not even using monsters exclusive to that game lol. But the little story I wrote is specific to that game, so there! Also there’s two versions of the pic just because.

This story contains: hunger kink, lesbians, uhh that’s it really lol

Rathian aimlessly flew through the darkened skies of the Frosty Islands. She’d gotten into a turf war with a Rajang- naturally, she’d flown away as far and fast as she possibly could. Those apes were scary, after all! But in her panic, she got lost; now it was dark and cold and she was exhausted. She scoured the area and saw a cave. It wasn’t an ideal location, but it would protect her from the bitter wind. She flew down and nestled herself between some rocks at the side of the cave. She would only stay the night. Once morning came, she would find someplace warmer (and Rajang-free). She laid her head down and closed her eyes.

*GGRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*

Her head shot up and she looked around frantically, thinking another monster had joined her company. The growl reverberated the walls of the cave again and she realized it had come from her stomach. “I guess in my haste I forgot about finding food,” she muttered to herself. She heard the frigid wind blowing outside the mouth of the cave and sighed. “I’ll have to wait until morning, though.” 

Her incensed stomach twisted and roared in response, making her wince. She gave her stomach a few brief rubs with her claws, but it refused to calm down. It felt like her stomach sunk in farther with each growl and each growl produced was louder than the last. With the way the cave carried her tummy’s wails Rathian was sure that all the monsters on the Islands could hear her. She curled up in an attempt to make herself smaller, hoping that whoever found her might leave her alone, but her company arrived sooner than she’d have liked. 

A Mizutsune ran into the cave, fangs bared and tail raised. She couldn’t stifle her surprise when she saw it was a Rathian making all the ruckus. She shook her head to recompose herself. “You don’t belong here! I was here first, so you better move or you’ll be sorry!”

“I don’t mean to impose, I just got lost! I’ll leave as soon as the sun rises, I promise!” Rathian explained.

“Oh. But why were you roaring so threateningly? It really gives off the wrong impression…” Mizutsune said as she lowered her guard.

“It wasn’t me! I mean it was- well, kinda. I mean-” 

*GRRROOOAAARGRGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLL!*

Mizutsune blinked. “Was that your stomach?” 

Rathian nodded and covered her face with her claws. “This is so embarrassing,” she murmured as her stomach groaned again.

Mizutsune blushed and tapped her claws against the rocks nervously as she considered her next words. “I, uh, think it’s kinda neat.”

“You do?” Rathian asked, rubbing the back of her neck with her claw. 

“Yeah,” Mizutsune said as she shifted closer. “Do you mind if I listen?” 

Rathian was surprised and a little confused, but certainly not opposed. She rolled onto her back. “Go ahead.”

Mizutsune put her claws on Rathian’s stomach. She could feel Rathian’s stomach rumble beneath her tough scales, and her scaly stomach visibly shook. “Wow, you must be hungry!” 

Her stomach roared in response and Mizutsune nuzzled in closer. Rathian blushed hard.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. She stretched herself across the top of Rathian’s body and stuck her nose in her face. “So where were you planning on going in the morning?” 

“I don’t know… Anywhere but here I guess.” Rathian felt a twinge of sadness saying that last bit, knowing she wouldn’t be near Mizutsune anymore. “I’m still, you know, lost.”

Mizutsune perked up, “Oh, the Shrine Ruins is near here! It would be a comfortable place for both of us- er, I mean if you want-”

Rathian smiled, “that sounds perfect.” 

“Great! I’ll show you first thing in the morning!” Just then her noodly stomach grumbled loudly against Rathian’s. “Well, after breakfast of course.”

#stomach growling #hunger kink

[neko-shinigxmi]

Please gush about the robots 👁👁

    ...You didn’t specify which robots, so I get to gUSH ABOUT ALL OF THEM!! MY EVIL PLANS! REALIZED!!! ✨ MUAHHAHAHAHAHA-

    But I guess the “good” part is this does leave out Replicant, so ya’ll don’t have to worry abt that one yet, dfjghfjdk. The “bad” news is a majority of my faves are still from Automata, so... Hmm.

    Anyways! Time for gush!

   So starting with 2B and 9S... Gosh. I really stubbornly held out on getting too attached. I tried my damnedest, even!! White haired androids, with too much feelings in their robotic bodies to hold... Though funnily enough, it was Nines who was the tipping point of, “Oh no... I failed in my own “mission”!!!”

    There was this post I made awhile back... Where I imagined Literally Me in the world of NieR. So of course, 9S would’ve been the overeager, attention-hungry puppy that would be constantly dismayed when the human was too busy to give him attention. However, upon overhearing my fondness for cats, he would crack a plan! Humans often wore headbands with cat ears on them, yeah? Adding to that fashion statement, they might wear “cat” tails, too! (Clip-on ones!) So maybe if he wears an outfit like that, I’d give him the attention he craves...?

    Even while wearing them (and I like to imagine them in Miqo’te style, bc it brings me joy)... Well, me telling him “I’m busy” was true!! So he sits on the ground of the camp. Arms crossed and pouting. Until things go his way for a change.

    2B kinda naturally...followed that. Miss “tries so hard to preach the rules, and yet cannot follow them as much as she claims”... I adore her. This android could easily kill me and I want to snuggle her. Maybe read her a book. (Even though she or Nines could read it better than I can. I’ll stumble a lot or have to re-read a sentence...and it flusters me to think they’d love that?! They love my lil humany flaws?? What the heck-)

    And bonus round for stuff involving my SI, 14HD! A trio of androids... All just being goofs to the best of their ability... Exploring a world quietened by human’s lack of existence... Lessons about their own existence. Stuff like that. :>

    More pretty robit? Of course~! :3c  A2 is...so wonderful. Stupidly strong when she shouldn’t have to be... (I read that stageplay. Ow, my heart...) It also, uh. Hits different when my SI is of number 14 and A2′s original squad also had a 14 on their side... (No class mentioned, which makes it easier for me, but. Oof.)

    Anyways! Onto more comforting thoughts.

    The most awkward of my faves around anyone- my SI or Literally Me (and yes, I will keep referring to isekai-like ideas in this way)- but still in dire need of affection and I’d like to give it to her?! Let me clean her up from all the destruction and dirt? Repair her into new clothes, if she’d let me... If not, maybe still...tidy them up a bit? Get her a cool as hell cloak to wear? Idk! I just wanna take care of her and let her feel...looked after. Loved.

    She deserves kindness and rest. I want to give that to her. (As much as she’d probably want to baby me for being unprimed for battle! I’d be a soft, squishy human...and even my SI, as a Defender-Healer class, still isn’t...quite made as an Attacker class would be. It’s an even back and forth like that, I’d imagine... After all, being protected by such a strong, gorgeous woman like her would definitely make me blush~!)

[ More below the cut!! ]

   In Replicant... I felt awful for Devola and Popola. That sort of caring being a friendly, mother-ish type of feeling; the “mom friend,” if you would. Though in just the way I talk about a lot, seeing these two... This Devola and Popola...

    They don’t deserve the ostracization they go through on a daily basis. The cold shoulders. Mean looks. Cruel words. In a similar way to A2, I want to care for them...though in this case, it’d cycle on and on without end!

    They, too, deserve so much better than what the world left them with. I want to be the human that oh, so gently takes their hands...and says, “You don’t have to carry this burden anymore, okay? You can be forgiven...because I will forgive you- and all the others- right now.” To take that burden off their shoulders and...let them exist, as they want to. Together. And I will be there to sing with them. Tell them stories of humanity, as I knew it. Give them peace.

    ...HD isn’t much of a human. There’s no reprieve from them in that way, but... They could still be the android on their side. Healer-Defender, after all; assisting with repairs and stubbornly finding whatever they need. If another android tries to shove the worst work on their shoulders, HD will hop up to help.

    To ensure they aren’t alone. To love them gently. Let no one hurt them any more than they have already been hurt... It’s the simple want to see someone (or someones?) you love be happy.

    “Aki, stop trying to comfort all the sad people in the Ni-” NEVER!! I cannot be stopped!!! ANYWAYS, I’m taking these two and running. Canon will never catch me. (Especially because everything I’m about to say is WHOLLY based off of a fic idea I’m still hella tempted to write?? It’d be a Reader insert fic, if anyone would also like to see more content of these two...)

    So-! Nothing like a human narrowly avoiding death by dissection by convincing Adam (long haired to the left) that he won’t learn nearly as much that way then by leaving them alive! They can show him books about human insides, anyhow. He wants the violence of human nature? Stories for days and books on that, too. Let’s teach you some other shit, okay?

    Eve (short haired on the right) is baby boy. He gets all his questions answered, no matter what. Adam would probably be a touch more jealous if it didn’t mean Eve pestered him less; the two setting out to learn everything he wishes to know.

    Legit, one of the unexplored/unwritten ideas is reading to them while they lay in a blanket- bedtime style- only to get a touch distracted mentioning hot cocoa or tea... Which leads into a whole conversation about “hot leaf water” and things that humans would add to it that made it more delicious!

    It’s a trio of nerds learning more about humanity! From the human that lived it! No dissections necessary!

    (In terms of HD’s involvement with these two... I do like to imagine Eve occasionally snuck out on his own when Adam was particularly quiet/annoyed, thus being able to meet with them. They’d be distrustful of him at first, but he asks a lot of questions and... Actually, Hayfor (another nickname) does like talking with the Scanners to learn about humanity, so...

    (Over time, they bond. Eve now more eager to notice his brother not wanting to spend time with him that day, so quickly running out to meet with Hayfor and not only play games, but learn more about the world! They have a ton of fun together, but juuuust in case, he’s learned to try and keep some secrets from Adam. Not realizing that Adam has started noticing Eve’s odd behavior...)

     ...Anyways, if they ever met (cause I haven’t gotten to that part in my brain yet), I feel like Adam would put HD through their paces to “prove” they’re an android worth keeping around. (Still bitter at what happened with 2B and 9S.) They do it only for Eve, at first, not wanting the obviously clingy guy to be left with someone who doesn’t give him the attention he clearly needs...but also eventually warms up to Adam, as well. If in a “he’s my deranged meow meow” sort of way. LMAO

    (Adam just enjoys the fact he can hold a clear conversation with them. Admittedly, having to play the parent role for Eve all the time got...taxing.)

#d0nna ake #Aki answers #GONNA EAT MY HANDS ABT THIS TANK U #...meant to go for ''thank u'' but this works too #anyways W H O O #android brainrot is REAL once again!!!! #I would simply like to give all of them my time and attention #let me spoil them pls??? #and then get shown the world in THEIR way too?! #I THINK IT'D BE NICE #and YES I gushed abt all of them #I simply cannot be stopped

[meshlasolus]

Storytime (shifting!!)

Alright tis short and very chaotic: my short journey to stranger things

So when I first shifted I woke up in the back of someone’s car, and like I was pretty out of it at first and kind of panicking because I obviously knew I shifted like I did not go to sleep in the back of a car which i eventually realized was my car, and so I did my reality checks just to make sure this wasn’t a very realistic lucid dream, but it was totally real i even bit my arm??? and then there was like a knock on the window so i just kind of jumped in my seat. It was dustin and eddie and they were trying to get me to come out of the car and I remember like apparently the reason I was in the car in the first place was because I was cold and tired, but eventually I got out and I wasn’t sure what we were all doing but they explained to me this whack game of hide and seek and since we were in a park area they were like okay the boundaries are from the parking spot to this one lamp pole or whatever… ANYWAY apparently everyone else was already hiding and they were the seekers, but the way they explained it to me was that if you get found, you’re not a hider anymore you’re a runner, and one person finds the hiders and one person chases them after they come out, so then if they get tagged then they have to trade places with the first seeker who finds people, and that seeker gets to go hide…. They said they knew where lucas was and that if they could get him out, they apparently needed my help to block him from running because he was the fastest. Anyway I helped eddie tag him so dustin got to go hide and lucas had to seek. They told me since it was technically a new round that I could go hide, too, so i just found the playground and went up inside the slide and it’s like a tube slide but one of those old metal ones from the 80s, so I was like getting shocked and my hair was all staticky. Anyways they found mike so he was the new seeker, but eddie wanted to take a turn hiding so lucas and mike were the seekers now. Eddie found my spot and no joke this mf pulled me out of the slide BY MY ANKLE AND ONTO THE GROUND and then he just crawled up the slide in my place- i was jus like ‘the audacity??’ And then i just went to like the playground connecting thingy idk what its called but like the tower where the slide platform goes to the monkey bars and the swings, etc. ANYWAy i went down the slide and was about to kick him out but he just stayed?? Literally standing my feet against this man’s back he ain’t budgin… BUT THEN WE HEARD THEM COMING SO WE COULDN’T LEAVE and bro i swear to you i have never been so scared in my life than when mike looked up the slide- i was *panicked <3* and like we tried to climb out the top but lucas was watching from like five feet away and to avoid getting tagged eddie just said, and i quote ‘okay this is getting old, i’m hungry’ and ended the whole game bc he didn’t wanna lose… bro-

So we left and went to get pizza. I shifted back while at the pizza place bc i got bored but GUYS HOW RANDOM??? I MEAN??? I usually go to bed with the intentions of like ‘if i shift i shift’ yk but i wasn’t even trying to?? And like i don’t even have a stranger things dr either so it was whack… Anyways i’m here to tell y’all eddie’s kinda short goodbye

[angelatmidnight1]

hi friend, i hope you're doing well and also drinking a lot of water! I was playing apex the other day as horizon, and i got paired with another ash on trios, and when i tell you we were having a hectic game. Our other teammate DC'd early on, and even though we were on pubs, it felt like a ranked game, because we were constantly running low on supplies and we had to run for most of the time in order to stay alive. We also held our own to try and fight off hungry squads, and i must say, i was surprised at how great of a teammate my ash was. She stuck close to me, she'd revive and use her portal to get us out of a sticky situation, she'd push in with me, and in return, i tried to give her shields and even my secondary weapon once hers ran out of ammo. I haven't played Ash myself, so i understand that this might be out of character (i also haven't kept up with her lore a lot–), but basically after this game i guess i kind of got more comfortable with the idea of a Ler Ash that isn't as menacing or cold towards the reader? Like, sure, she's a bad scary robot and all, but maybe the reader isnt as intimidated by her as other legends may be, which kind of makes her have a bit of a soft spot for the reader. So she could still have her cold ash-like remarks whenever she tickles them, and in fact shethinks that tickling is kind of pointless and childish, but she'd still poke and prod anyway, finding it curious how the reader just allows it to happen/ doesn't reaaally try to run away. While she wouldn't be as eager to tickle the reader as wattson or mirage would, I'd like to think she also wouldn't push them beyond their limits, to the point where it becomes unenjoyable. Thoughts?

Anyway sorry for the ramble, and i hope you've been having a good summer so far! :D

So, I honestly see Ash as a more merciless ler compared to the other Legends. Not quite on Revenant’s level, but maybe not too far behind. I agree that she’d look at tickling as childish, but I also think she’d be the type to use it against her opponents and add it to the list of what makes humans weak and, by default, her strong. Because I think Ash is all about being a perfect combatant, and if there’s something she can do to bring her opponents down faster, then she’s all for it.

But characters can be multilayered, so I could be convinced that Ash isn’t brutal all the time with certain people. I just think that she’d have to view the person as someone who is worth her time, maybe someone who’s really good at fighting or is consistently practicing to improve. I think that’d be one of the few times where she wouldn’t push too far, because then she’d have someone worthy to train with. And that’d be reason enough to not totally wreck them 🙃

My summer’s been alright, kinda boring though. Right now I’m annoyed because every time I go to the dmv, there’s something I didn’t do or something I don’t have and I haven’t gotten anything done. I’ve realized that I’m not as patient as I thought I was 🤦🏾‍♀️ But yeah other than that, my summer has been okay.

[mouseinthecastle]

@shynonie. I have added a side story here! But as for the main story,,,, hhhhhrg ^_^; but!!!! I feel super happy ur still interested after all this time and it makes me wanna get my butt into gear and start writing it again!: here’s a little peek of what I have of ch3 collecting dust in my docs! The two purples are not quite on the same page yet, and Essek really needs to communicate better. But Jester is there for him ~

In the privacy of Essek and Caleb’s home, they would sometimes sit pressed against each other on the couch. On cold evenings, Mollymauk falls asleep with his head resting on Essek’s shoulder, or even his lap. Essek’s face heats up when he recalls the time he had fallen asleep against Molly, and woken up to surprisingly gentle fingers carding through his hair. In private, it was acceptable, and Essek could admit, enjoyable. The trouble is that Molly is always so public about their affection.

For Essek, being in public is always stressful and overstimulating. So much so that well-meaning Mollymauk grabbing his elbow and pulling him through a crowded market, or slinging an arm around his shoulder to shout directly into his ear over a loud street performance in the background has Essek’s skin crawling and irrationally strong frustration boiling quick and hot in his gut.

But Essek’s feelings about touch are difficult for even himself to understand, let alone explain to someone else. It felt cruel and hypocritical to subject the tiefling to his capricious moods and ever changing boundaries, so Essek swallowed his irritation and endured until it became acceptable to extract himself, or the tiefling got distracted. He may still be a cruel creature at heart, but he was trying to change. He was determined to not ruin this, for himself and for Caleb.

“-right, Essek?”

Essek pulled himself out of his brooding only to realize that the tiefling walking next to him had been switched out. Where he had been expecting purple, a blue tiefling stood, looking at him with a slightly worried face.

He stared back dumbly for a moment before shaking himself, “I’m sorry, Jester, I did not hear you. What was it?”

Jester’s frown deepened, “I said ‘Are you alright?’ I just realized it’s getting kinda hot, and you look kiiinda out of it. It’s not too sunny for you, is it? We can always stop and find a place to sit for a bit if you wanna, you know. If you don’t feel good you have to tell me.” She subtly reached between them and interlaced her pinky with his.

“I am feeling a bit overly warm,” he said, in a deliberately light tone; not wanting to make a fuss, but unable to outright lie to Jester.

She scrunched her nose playfully and looked at him sideways. "Oh, just a bit?” She said, imitating him with an accent that was just as light and fake as his had been. It seemed she would not be satisfied with half-truths today.

"I... would very much appreciate a break, if that- "

"Okay, great!" she cut in, "because I'm gettin' kinda hungry and I juuust remembered there's a super good cafe near here that I think you'd like- HEY guys!" She cut herself off this time, shouting out to those who had walked slightly ahead.

"Me n’ Essek wanna stop and get some donuts, okay? You guys wanna come too or should we just meet you down at the beach?"

Essek didn't recall agreeing to donuts, but he kept his mouth shut.

——-

Thank you for reading, hopefully I can write more soon!!!!

#critical role #mousewrites #cr2 #critical role campaign 2 #essek thelyss #mollymauk tealeaf #shadowmauk #jester lavorre #critical role fic #fic

[yupyupppippi]

I want 25 different things right now but none of them are immediately available so I think I’ll just lay on the floor

#stupid text post #been a while since I caught myself doing a floor nap #let’s start with heating up some frozen chicken #I was making a scratching post for my cat but I ran out of rope #and I don’t have a base #and then I realize I’m kinda hungry and a bit cold #and lonely on top of all that #and I’m behind on the book I’m reading for book club #and I wanna listen to this one podcast but I’ve listened to every episode already #and there are dirty dishes in the kitchen #and I’m over this whole pandemic thing but we’ve got months and months ahead of us #so I think I’ll just. lay on the floor

[katsuphilia]

𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the journey of how you meet dabi one night and slowly soften him up for you

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a repost from my old blog

It was always risky walking home late at night at this hour on this side of town, and you only had to live here for a little while longer, but you hoped, silently prayed, that you could make through the next few months without having an encounter with villains—which had grown all too frequent in this area. You’d been hoping to be able to evade their plots as they lurked through the shadows until you could move closer to where the heroes were seemed far. And this side of town wasn’t for those that were naive like you—tonight was full proof of that.

You heard a small groan, almost inaudible, but you’d caught it come from the alley right by your apartment. You shouldn’t look, you knew that. But as you took another step, you heard a hiss of pain, and a force brought you to turn and head straight to the dark alley, hesitantly speaking up.

“Uhh hello? Is someone there?” Silence. Utter silence. But you stepped forward closer. The more you walked in, the hotter it got, heat radiating around you. “Are… are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?”

“Call someone and see if you make it out alive,” the voice spat. A shiver ran down your spine. And suddenly, you were able to make the figure out clearer. A man with singed scars and staples littering his body, slumped against the wall, smoke emitting from his skin. Poor thing, you thought like a fool. He’d threatened to kill you, and here you were, feeling sorry for his condition.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I won’t call anyone. You need help though, wanna come to my apartment? You can take a cold bath.” He looked at you, gaze piercing through your figure, trying to decide whether you were just an utter fool, or if you were trying to (but poorly failing to) play smart with him. He quickly realized you truly were just dumb, and had he not been in pain, he’d have laughed.

“You’re offering me a cold bath in your apartment to help feel better?” You nodded. “You’re kinda stupid. Just so you know, you should say your prayers when it comes to me, doll.”

“I have food if your hungry, you seem like you’ve been here for a while.” This time, despite the pain that shot through his skin, he did laugh.

-

“Here, just drain the water when it starts to get warm and refill the tub with new cold water. Here’s a rag you can put on your forehead if you’d like. I’ll go make dinner. Is there anything you’d like?” The man looked at you with a raised brow. He decided he might as well make good use off of you, his strength had returned enough to where he could just kill you if you’d turned out to try and cross him.

“I don’t like fish. Don’t make that.”

“Okay, it should be ready in about 30 minutes. I uh… I have old sweatpants and shirts from an ex. They’ll fit you, so you can wear those while I wash your clothes.” He nodded.

“Okay, whatever you say.”

And so began your tradition of starting a cold bath for him and making him dinner as he came into your apartment every few days, finding shelter in your unsuspected home from the authorities as he tried to soothe his burning skin. He didn’t talk too much to you at first, and questions about him were absolutely not a possibility, but eventually, he began to ask you little bits about yourself, piecing together a basic story to your background.

“What’s your name doll? First name.”

“Y/n.”

“This side of towns not for naive little fools like you, you know. What’re you doing here?”

“Well, it’s cheaper here while I finish my studies. I’m almost done, and then maybe I can get a better job.”

“What you got no parents to stay with while you do that?” You looked at your plate for a moment, pondering your next words.

“I moved in with my ex boyfriend, but he uh… he wasn’t exactly who I thought he was.” He raised a brow at you.

“Same one who’s sweats I’ve been parading around in?” You chuckled softly, nodding. Somehow, seeing you laugh didn’t make him want to burn a hole through your chest.

“Yeah, that’s the one. He left me after a few months, and I’m kinda to ashamed to go running back to my parents and admit they were right. So here I am.”

“You’re living in the worst part of town alone because of your pride?” Well, that was one way to put it. You blinked at him for a moment before shrugging.

“I guess you could say that.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“You’ve got more guts than I gave you credit for. I like it, y/n.” And you liked the way he said your name. You didn’t dare ask him for his, content with the progress you’d made tonight. He’d call you by your name. He wouldn’t just get your attention through a quick ‘hey’ anymore.

-

A few weeks passed by, and dinner with him became something you looked forward to every few nights. He always knocked on your window three times, a pause in between the first and second knock, letting you know it was him. Slowly, things had changed slightly around your apartment to accommodate him. More sweatpants and shirts had been bought, groceries were brung home a bit more in quantity, and the silverware and dishes began to sit in the washing machine as enough for two now, instead of one. His visits were a bit more frequent now too, not just for the cooling down after a particularly nasty use of his quirk anymore, but sometimes to just relax somewhere more private, and bask in the peace your presence had brought him. You knew he wasn’t exactly a good man, you could tell there was blood on his hands that even though he didn’t point out, it was obvious. But he didn’t hurt you, and he didn’t seem to reach over and burn random civilians. So, you assumed there was more to him, a man who did not good things because of his own personal beliefs, law and rules be damned. You couldn’t exactly hate him for that, the world was a bit skewed, it favored certain individuals while discarding others to the side. Maybe he was one who was discarded, feeling the cold and unforgiving reality of not being enough. So you looked the other way, not warning to break the rhythm that had developed between the two of you. Tonight, the rhythm had further developed.

“Gonna need to spend the night on the couch again doll, the police have been on the streets a bit more than usual.” You smiled, washing the dishes as he watched.

“That’s okay. I’ll set up the blankets for you in a minute.” Nodding, he drummed his fingers on the edge of your table, looking around.

“You ever think about redecorating your place? It’s kind of a drag in here.” You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, and he looked at you with a wide grin.

“Are you really in a place to be picky about interior design? What other interiors do you get to compare this to anyway?” He chuckled a little.

“Guess you’re right. But my points not exactly wrong either.”

“Well, maybe if someone carried their weight around here, things would look a bit better,” you said playfully. He raised his hands in mock surrender.

“You don’t seem to appreciate my company that I offer your cold lonely life anymore.”

“Who said I was lonely?”

“Name one friend you’ve hung out with in the last few weeks.” He had a point.

“Whatever, I’m just a rare gem that people haven’t found yet. Quite underrated if you ask me.” In truth, you avoided making friends, too focused on finishing school, and too cautious of scoundrels like your ex. You supposed the two of you were similar in that way, only focused on your goals and no one else in between. But somehow, you’d wormed your ways into each other’s hearts, as much as neither of you liked to admit. He chuckled once more, shaking his head.

“If ya say so.” You set up the couch for him and made your way to your room after quietly saying your goodbyes, he’d be gone by morning time after all. Turning onto your side in your own bed, you slowly drifted off to sleep, sighing as you entered a peaceful slumber. But you were rudely awakened a little while after. Someone was screaming inside your apartment. Jolting up, you ran to the living room, seeing him thrash around on your couch, panting heavily. He grunted loudly, before screaming once again. Quickly, you made your way over to him.

“Hey! Hey, wake up! It’s just a nightmare!” You shook his shoulder, hoping he’d open his eyes soon. Just as you went to speak up again, a scorching hot hand grasped your wrist, and wild eyes burst open, glaring at you, animalistic and crazed. You stopped moving, frozen in your spot. Your wrist was hot, and his grip was tight, but you didn’t fight it. “It’s just me, y/n.” He frantically looked around, studying his surroundings, hand still holding your wrist tightly. Slowly, he loosened his grasp, but he didn’t let go. With a surge of courage, you hesitantly reached up, smoothing a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.” He relaxed a little, closing his eyes as you stroked through his hair, letting himself embrace your comfort. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt right, and he didn’t have the will to fight it right now.

“Sorry I woke you doll,” he croaked out. Smiling, you shook your head.

“That’s okay. Here, let me get you some water,” you tried to get up, but once again his hand tightened around your wrist, keeping you in place.

“That’s okay, I don’t need water.” You knew the hidden implication behind that statement. I just need you. You went back to sitting on the edge of the couch, running your fingers through his hair as he grounded himself through your touch. “You… you can call me Dabi. That’s what I go by now.” Suddenly you beamed, finally having a name after weeks to put with his existence. Dabi. It fit well, and you loved it.

“Okay. Well, the couch is kind of small Dabi. Want the bed?” It was bold, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Finally opening his eyes, he looked at you uncharacteristically soft, and slowly nodded.

“Yeah, the bed sounds nice y/n. Let’s go.” That night, you lay on his arm, wrapped up in his warmth. Your hand rubbed circles onto his back, and he let himself feel the way you took care of him. It was nice, he had to admit. It was nice to be valued, to have someone show you small bits of affection to get across to you that they cared. You cared. And suddenly, Dabi realized he did too. He cared about you a lot more than he really should, but he refused to let go of this feeling. Somehow, you’d gotten the roles to reverse. It wasn’t you saying your prayers. It was him. He prayed this time, for once, someone would actually stay. He hoped someone would actually need him, only him, just the way he was.

-

But you were a liar. A cold-hearted scoundrel. You were an untrustworthy low life was what he told himself when he came to your apartment, looking through your window. It was empty. Furniture was gone, and the few decorations had been taken. The apartment was clearly moved out of, and you were nowhere to be found. He laughed, mirth laced in his expression bitterly. He’d told you he’d be gone for a bit longer this time, and you’d gone and run away from him now that you’d had the chance. He’d find you, oh he would. He’d find you and he’d make you regret toying with his heart. But deep down, he knew he’d never be able to hurt you. And for that, he cursed you with his entire existence.

You entered your new apartment, setting down your belongings onto your couch. Suddenly, you froze as you heard the voice behind you.

“Thought you’d be untraceable doll?” The familiar voice spat. Your heart hammered in your chest. He really had found you.

“Dabi,” you breathed.

“Yeah, it’s me. Surprised?” You could hear a small trace of hurt in his voice, and it made your heart shatter a little. Turning to face him, you grinned at him.

“Dabi, you found me!”

“Yeah, I did! I found you after you packed your bags and left, thinking you could run from me! It’s almost like you don’t know who I am,” his voice got deeper at the end, and his eyes narrowed at you. You stood there shocked, not expecting him to react this way. But then again, you supposed there wasn’t much else he could have deduced from your disappearance.

“Dabi I… I didn’t leave. Well, I did, but not to run. I waited for you, I really did! I waited an extra two days but they said I had to let the apartment go, my lease ended, so I left. But I left a note folded on the window, didn’t you see?” He stopped and stared at you, eyes wide. You were lying. You were just like everyone else, he was an idiot for thinking any differently.

“Don’t you try to trick me y/n, don’t forget I’m not the fool here.” Stepping forward, you reached a hand out for him, but he stepped back, flames erupting in the palm of his. For a moment, you paused, but then you only continued closer to him, flames thrown to the back of your head. You were only focused on Dabi.

“Dabi, I’m not tricking you. I wouldn’t. But I guess I am a fool, you’re not entirely wrong. But it’s only because… well because I love you.” The flames slowly withered away, and he stood there, staring at you. His eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of lies, but he couldn’t find a single drop of anything other than truth in your demeanor. Slowly, your arms wrapped around him, and his body began to tense up in your hold. “Dabi, it’s okay,” you whispered. “It’s me, you can always trust me. I knew you’d find me, I’ve been waiting for you.” If he could cry, maybe he would have in that moment. Somehow, you’d effortlessly stitched back the gaping hole you’d left in him, leaving no trace of a scar. All at once, the waves crashed in on him, and he grasped your waist tightly, burying his head into your neck.

“You waited for me?”

“Every day.”

“You love me?”

“So much.” He let out a shaky breath.

“Why?”

“Because you’re extraordinary.” And he was. He was amazing in every way. He was broken glass, shattered and ruined, sharp and dangerous. But slowly, he’d taken the pieces, sat through sharp cuts and bleeding hands, and rebuilt himself, turning himself into a mosaic that was an utterly beautiful sight once given the chance to see. He’d given you that chance to see, and how could you not fall in love with the sight? How could you not be pulled into the perfectly crafted piece of art that was Dabi, once the rough edges and tough exterior had been looked past? He was everything you wanted and more. And slowly, as he began to shake in your arms, you brought him closer, rubbing circles into his back like you always did when he needed something to ground him. Only this time, you planted a soft kiss to the side of his head, something that further healed the wounds he’d been nursing.

“I… I love you too.”

“I know. I can see that. I’m not that much of a fool.” And finally, he let out a breath, this time one of relief, as he let himself chuckle at your claim. You were most certainly a fool, but he was ever grateful that you were. Only a fool could love him, but he’d spend his days shielding you from anything that tried to harm you. He pulled his head out of your neck before cupping your cheeks and kissing you with more emotion than he’d had in a long time. Dabi loved you, and if anyone ever tried to come between the two of you, they’d better say their prayers.

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