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Addicted to you - Chp.17

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 5966

Summary: Chan and Minho enjoy their newfound comfort in each other despite all the headlines their recent strolls around town made. Chan invites Minho and his parents to dinner to celebrate their "anniversary. " The boys spend their evening alone in a nearby hotel, worrying their friends about possible consequences...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, date night, minho is in love, smut, sub!chan, dom!minho, dom!chan, sub!minho, edging, choking (very briefly), begging

Chp.16 | Chp. 18

We'll be dancin' with the shadows in the night The stars are jealous knowing that you're by my side Feel the adrenaline, acceleration In the course, we'll be drivin' so rough Drive ~ Bang Chan, Lee Know

"Way to go, Changbinnie," Felix chimed in, making Minho chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Minho asked curiously.

"Stray kids members Bangchan and Lee Know are seen casually holding hands," Changbin started off reading some headlines they discovered.

"Stray kids leader Chan taking care of main dancer Minho during his break." Seungmin suddenly could be heard in the background.

"How much does Chan actually love Minho?" Jeongin giggled. "With pictures of you carrying him, Minho hyung holding your ice cream, and the two of you holding hands today."

"The hyungs of Stray Kids - our new power couple Minchan?" Jisung read out loud, and everyone started cheering.

"What's the real reason for Lee Know's break? With a picture of Chan comforting you this morning," Hyunjin added.

"Minho and Chan acting lovey-dovey in the dancer’s hometown. Basically, there’s a looot of international press going around at the moment," Felix concluded.

Chan groaned softly while Minho started laughing. "I love it," he giggled.

"You…Minho," Chan sighed, seeming a little stressed.

"To be fair, they're right, so I’m not gonna panic or feel offended," he laughed and made the younger members chuckle. "Relax, Channie. They'll forget about it as soon as Hyunjin and you release Red Lights in a few days."

"Fair point," Hyunjin laughed. "But seriously, what will you say if people ask about this?"

"If they ask about us holding hands, it's because I needed emotional support. If they ask about him carrying me, it's because my knee's fucked up. If they ask if I love him, I can answer with yes just like I'd do with every one of you. If they want to know the reason behind my break…well, that's a little complicated," Minho said.

"The break is complicated?" Felix asked, confused.

"I…Listen, I'll drive to the house with Channie tomorrow to be on set with you the day after. I'll fill you in on a recent decision I made and ask you for your opinion on something else. It's a lot easier to discuss in person," he answered and exchanged a look with Chan, who nodded agreeingly.

"Oh, you're already coming back?" Jisung asked, surprised.

"Only for a day or two," Minho clarified. "Being away from our hectic daily schedules should actually allow me to rest for once. I'll explain everything tomorrow night, I promise."

"But that decision isn't you leaving us, Minho hyung?" Jeongin asked hesitantly.

Minho's face softened at his anxious tone. "Of course not! You're my family, and that will never change," he said gently, chuckling as he heard them exhale audibly. "Alright, I'm sure you guys have better things to do than stalking us on the internet. I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Behave," Chan chuckled before they exchanged their goodbyes.

Minho smiled softly and looked down at the ring on his finger. It fit him perfectly and was subtle but also a clear statement. "I really love this," he told him, unable to hide his pure excitement.

Chan beamed at him proudly. "I planned on asking you to be my boyfriend during that dinner. I had the ring already safely stored away," he told him.

Minho's eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, I have something for you too!"

Chan giggled softly as Minho took his hand and pulled him upstairs with him and to his room. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the smooth ring against his skin. He couldn't help but smile even brighter. Minho made him sit on his bed and grabbed a box from his window sill.

"It's…it's not much, Channie, and it's kinda cheesy. I prepared this for our first year together, and well, I didn't think I'd need it again so soon," he admitted and walked back over to him. "But since it's exactly a year since our first kiss today…happy first year, Channie love," he said shyly, handing him the box.

Chan took it and opened the lid, eyes widening as he saw its contents. The box was full of pictures of them together with another small box in the middle. He took the first one out, a selfie of them, and smiled softly. Turning it around, he noticed there was the date it was taken with a little explanation of what they were doing and where they were. He looked at a few others and smiled sweetly as he realized that Minho had written little messages on some of them. "That's so cute, baby," he smiled.

Minho reached for the smaller box and took out a silver bracelet. "As it seems we both thought similarly," he giggled and helped him put it on. "This is a reminder that I love you and you're never alone."

Chan smiled happily at it, loving the fact that it matched Minho's ring. "Happy first year, baby," he told him, leaning over to kiss him.

Minho kissed back, full of love, smiling against his lips. "Do you like it? If not, I can take it back and we can look for something that fits you more."

"It's perfect, Min," he promised, holding up Minho's hand with the ring. "See? They fit together perfectly."

Minho giggled softly. "They really do."

"I'd love to take your family out for dinner tonight," he told him, and Minho looked at him curiously. "We can spend some time with your parents for the day. Then, I've booked a suite for us at a hotel just a few blocks away. That way I can show you just how beautiful you are, Min," he said softly.

"Why the hotel room?" he asked, not fully picking up on it yet.

"You don't like being quiet, and I love to hear those pretty sounds you make," he told him, and Minho blushed heavily.

"I don't think I have anything nice to wear," he frowned softly.

"Your mum said she'll take care of it. I gave her my card," he told him.

"My mum knows about this?" he laughed.

"About the first year together and the dinner, yes," he laughed. "I guess they'll figure out the rest."

"Let's spark some more rumors after the morning we’ve had," he giggled, making Chan laugh.

Minho walked down the stairs, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. It was a beautiful satin blue shirt that rested perfectly on his shoulders and fell loosely around his torso. Which was nice because it didn't show off the weight he recently lost.

"I have to say, your boyfriend has good taste," Minho's mother said after seeing him.

"What?" he chuckled.

"He told me to get something blue, saying something about the color fitting you well. He was definitely right about that," she explained. "You look very handsome, Min."

"Thanks, Mum," he smiled and tried not to laugh. Of course Chan would go for blue. He gently fixed his earring and mindlessly played with the ring after fixing his hair once more. Minho didn't look like it, but he was currently wearing a butt plug to be ready for Chan as soon as they were alone. He didn't feel like waiting to be prepped when it was time. Once Chan had gone for a shower, he had used the time to prepare himself for tonight.

Not much later, his dad joined them, complimenting his mother’s dress, but Minho tuned out of the conversation. As Chan walked downstairs, wearing a beautifully fitting black shirt and matching pants that hugged him in all the right places, Minho was speechless. The bracelet shimmered around his wrist, and Minho's heart skipped a beat, knowing this beauty was his boyfriend.

Chan met his eyes, and Minho could see right then that Chan felt the same way he did looking at him. Chan's eyes grew wide, a look of fondness and need to devour him clouding his eyes, making Minho's knees grow weak. He stepped in front of him and smiled beautifully. "God, you look stunning," he told him quietly. "I don't know what’s better; the fact that this color looks amazing on you or the fact that I'll be taking it off later."

"Channie," he blushed and gently shoved his chest. "You look very handsome," he told him sincerely, lovingly brushing back a loose curl.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled sweetly and gave him a soft kiss. "You feel like taking some pictures? Some to post, some for ourselves?"

"Sure, why not?" he nodded.

Chan turned to Minho's parents. "I'd love to take a few pictures of you and your son if that’s alright," he offered. They happily agreed.

Chan positioned them in front of a neutral wall and told them to smile as they took Minho between them. He took their pictures and even got some of Minho's parents for their keeping. "Alright, baby. It’s your time to shine," he giggled, and Minho blushed softly. Nevertheless, he got into position and let Chan take a few fan-worthy pictures.

"Okay come on! Now your turn," he chuckled and switched places with him, taking his phone. Once Chan was ready, he snapped a few photos of him.

Minho's parents watched the two of them, amused, seeing them switch into their more professional mode. But what better way to celebrate the day if not having photos of themselves? Minho’s father walked over to them. "I'll take some pictures of you two together now," Minho's father told them, and Minho looked at him surprised. Minho's father hadn't been exactly against him dating guys, but he never really said anything supportive, either. Especially since both Minho’s very first boyfriend and Chan ended up hurting him. "Go on," he told him and took his phone from him, gently shoving him forward.

Chan wrapped his arm around his waist and flashed him a soft smile before looking to the front. "Fine, public pictures first," he said, and they made sure to look like the best friends they were to everyone out there. After a few pictures, Chan turned to Minho and glanced at him lovingly. Minho met his gaze and smiled softly.

"What?" he asked quietly, growing shy at his gaze.

Chan kissed him in response, and his hold around his waist tightened. Minho blushed heavily but kissed back, hoping his parents wouldn't think weird of him for it. He pulled back and searched Chan's eyes for a moment, breath stopping at the love in them. Chan smiled before turning to Minho's parents. "Shall we leave?"

"You have a moment, dad?" Minho asked gently, and his father nodded. Chan and his mother decided to walk ahead towards the door while they talked. Once he and his father were in the clear, he nervously fidgeted with his hands. "Thank you," he spoke to the older man gently, almost timidly.

"For the pictures?" he asked, confused.

"No, for…actually, yes, for the pictures. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable when he kissed me," he said, bracing himself for a potential disappointment. This wasn’t exactly a topic Minho and his father talked about often, so the comfort levels between the two of them were sorta unknown.

Minho's father chuckled and stepped next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "You look very good together," he told him. "As long as he makes you happy, I see no reason to be against it."

"That means a lot," he told him sincerely. "I think I have something really good going on with him now that we've settled the bullshit."

"That's good to hear, son," he gently squeezed his shoulder and handed him back his phone. "Let's not keep your mum and boyfriend waiting any longer."

Minho smiled at him using the term boyfriend. "Yeah, okay," he nodded and slipped his phone into his pocket. The two of them caught up to Chan and his mother by the front door. Minho's smile grew as Chan grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers as they all made their way to his father's car. They got comfortable in the backseat, and Minho was glad it was already dark as Chan rested his hand on his knee. The beginning of the drive was quiet, but comfortable as the four of them made small talk. But his breath hitched suddenly as Chan moved his hand up slowly during the drive and squeezed his thigh teasingly. "Channie," he whispered as his parents were talking in the front.

"Huh?" he asked innocently, his thumb brushing over a weak spot on his inner thigh.

Minho bit his lip and shot him a glare. "Stop that."

"Sorry, you just look too handsome not to ," he giggled before leaning over. "My pretty little kitten," he whispered, and Minho melted into the seat with wide eyes. The words went straight to his dick, and he quickly grabbed his jacket, covering his lap as he felt himself getting hard. "You like that?" he asked softly, and Minho just nodded. "My stray kitten's finally back home," he smiled, and Minho had trouble holding back a moan, clenching around the plug.

"Channie," he whispered weakly. "Not before dinner. Behave in front of my parents."

He giggled softly and kissed his cheek. "Fine."

Minho took his phone out and gently nudged his side. "Wanna choose the pictures to post?" he asked, and Chan nodded.

Minho smiled at the pictures of him and his parents. It looked like a normal photo, and that’s what Minho loved the most about them. But as he continued looking through the photos, he looked at Chan with wide eyes. "We don't have any with all of us in them."

"Oh, baby, don't worry. That's fine," he assured him and frowned as Minho searched his eyes almost anxiously. "Did you want one with all of us?"

He nodded gently. "I just thought it would be nice to have my family all together in one picture. Forget it, I'm being stupid."

Chan's face softened immensely, and his heart swelled. "Your family?"

Minho looked at him and blushed a little. "I mean…yeah."

"That's so sweet," he told him, kissing his cheek. "I'm sure we can take one at the restaurant or something."

"Yeah?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement.

"Absolutely," he smiled, and Minho beamed back at him. Chan swiped a few pictures further before humming appreciatively. "Look at you, my handsome baby."

Minho looked back at his phone and chuckled softly. "You're just good at taking pictures."

Chan shook his head and stopped swiping. "Post that one, you look amazing here."

Minho blushed and mumbled for him to stop talking shit. He marked the picture as one of his favorites and smiled as Chan's finally appeared. "That's what you call handsome, by the way," he told him.

Chan groaned softly and hid his face in his shoulder. "You pick one, alright?"

"Okay," he smirked and looked through them before deciding. "Your smile's so cute here, darling."

Chan quickly swiped to the next picture, and they both stared at it for a moment. Apparently, Minho's father had started taking pictures already, as Chan was looking fondly at Minho when he stepped next to him. Minho quickly continued, and they picked out another one to post. Then there were the pictures of them smiling at each other before kissing, pictures of them kissing, and pictures right after that. Minho felt tears brim in his eyes, thinking of the fact that his dad had taken them. Chan didn't say anything but pressed a long, soft kiss on his temple, wrapping his arm around him. "I wish we could post those," he told him sweetly.

Minho chuckled and swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. "Yeah, me too."

"I think I'll have to buy a bigger box," he said, and Minho frowned at him. "I don't think yours will be enough for all our memories."

Minho's face softened. "You want to print those?" he asked, smiling as Chan nodded.

They reached the restaurant, and Minho asked his parents to take another picture. They were also fine with them posting it, and Chan asked a young woman to take it for them. Once those pictures were taken, Chan and Minho had to take some with her as well, as she was a fan. They thanked her and exchanged their goodbyes before joining Minho's parents again. Chan was holding his hand and casually strolled inside the restaurant, telling them his name to see their table.

The evening was lovely, Chan got along so well with his parents, which only proved he made the right choice. They seemed to adore him to pieces now that they knew they had everything worked out. Minho watched them quietly and smiled to himself, clearly able to imagine their future together for the first time in a while. Chan laughed at something Minho's dad had said, and his dimples appeared, making Minho's stomach fuzzy. He couldn't take his eyes off him, wondering how the hell he managed to call someone as effortlessly handsome as Chan his own. Minho reached for him, gently brushing back a curl, and Chan turned to look at him, smiling sweetly. Their hands found each other, and Chan lovingly fondled the ring.

"You're okay, baby?" Chan asked gently, seeing his dreamy eyes.

"More than okay," he said softly, squeezing his hand.

"We'll leave you to it. We both have to get up early tomorrow," Minho's dad spoke up.

"Thank you so much for dinner, Chan. This was lovely," his mother added.

"You're very welcome," Chan nodded, smiling brightly, and got up to say goodbye. He smiled as Minho's mother hugged him close, and his father squeezed his shoulder. Once they were gone, Chan looked back at Minho and smiled softly. "Should we leave as well?"

Minho leaned forward, forgetting about the plug for a moment, and gripped Chan's thigh tightly as it brushed over his prostate. "Oh fuck," he whispered desperately, trying not to moan.

"Minho, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Did he eat too much and get sick? "Are you feeling dizzy or anything?"

"No, relax," he laughed and gained his composure again. "I might've wanted to be prepared for later."

"What?" he asked, confused. Minho grinned to himself and leaned in closer to his ear. Chan’s lips parted as Minho whispered his little secret to him, forcing himself to hold back a groan. "You're killing me, kitten."

Minho smirked, satisfied. "Think you're the only one good at teasing, huh?" he asked. Chan playfully rolled his eyes but swallowed as Minho continued talking. "Feels so good, but I bet you could satisfy me more. Making me feel so full and holding me close so I can take it. And the part I love the most is when I can't do anything about it."

"Is that the permission to go rough tonight?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at him.

"More like an invitation to do so," he nodded. "With a very sweet, please, Channie hyung attached."

"Fucks sake," he cursed softly and grabbed his hand. "Let's pay and get out of here."

Minho giggled. "Wait, we have to do the post before."

"Right," Chan nodded.

"Caption?" he asked after adding the pictures of him, Chan, both of them, and with his parents.

"Uh, wait, let me do it," he grinned and took Minho's phone. He wrote Could you call this a date?👀👀 and quickly posted it.

"Hey! Let me see," Minho whined, and his eyes widened. "Chan."

"You said we should feed the rumors. Also, you love provocative stuff," he smirked.

"You're so silly sometimes! But I love you," he giggled. "Won't we get in trouble for that?"

"Not if it gets enough likes," he grinned, and Minho giggled excitedly.

The journey to the hotel and into their room seemed excruciatingly long. Chan took him to the hotel's top floor, telling him they'd have it all to themselves. Minho scolded him for spending money like that, but Chan shut him up with a short, sweet kiss. As soon as the elevator door closed, Minho found himself pressed against the nearest wall, his lips immediately engulfed in a passionate kiss. He moaned into the kiss and pulled at Chan's shirt. "Too many clothes," he breathed out.

"Patience, baby," he said.

But Minho didn't care and started opening the buttons on his shirt. He wanted Chan badly and they were going to be in the elevator for just enough time to feel him, anyways. But he was sadly mistaken as a surprise yelp escaped his throat. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pushed him out against the wall. Minho's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a chill run through his body.

Chan's eyes darkened, pupils blown with lust, and he leaned in close to him, holding his gaze. "What did I just say?" he asked, the bass in his voice lower than before.

Minho swallowed softly and blinked for a moment. "Patience," he repeated quietly. A weak moan fell from his lips as Chan palmed him with his free hand over his pants.

"You think you can do that? Be a patient little kitten?" he asked, and Minho nodded quickly. "Words, baby," he said softly and rubbed his hand over his crotch.

Minho wrapped his hand around Chan's wrist and pressed down harder on his neck to show him he was fine with this new situation. "I can be patient, hyung."

Chan hummed, clearly satisfied, and reached down behind him. His hand slipped into Minho's pants, and he gently pressed up against the plug. Minho moaned sinfully, standing up on his toes to escape the intense pressure. Chan teased him for a bit, enjoying the way Minho melts in his arms. He kissed him softly on the mouth. "Safeword?"

Minho shook his head. "I trust you."

Chan's face softened, and he shook his head. "I want you to be safe."

Minho smiled softly before looking at him through his lashes. "Red lights." Just as he spoke, the elevator bell rang and the doors began to open.

Chan smirked and nodded. He took his hand and led him to their room for the night. They walked in, and Chan wasted no time taking off his clothes, smirking at his boyfriend the entire way to the bedroom. He helped Minho out of his clothes and told him to get comfortable on the bed.

Minho sat back and watched him as he wandered through the room, fully naked, and gathered some things. He spotted a couple of his own toys, Chan's silk, and a blindfold. Fuck, he had come prepared. This man will be the death of me one day.

When finished, Chan came back and climbed onto the bed, kissing him lovingly as he took his hands and tied him up to the headboard with the silk. "Too tight?" he asked gently.

"No, just right," he assured him. Chan adjusted the pillow beneath his head for him so he could watch everything he was doing.

Chan started kissing down his torso, exploring his skin with full lips, tongue, and teeth. The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps racing through Minho's skin. Minho panted softly as Chan marked his territory, moaning quietly at the feeling. Chan moved down between his legs and licked his lips at the sight of the plug buried between inside him, sitting so pretty. "Such a needy little kitten, preparing himself for me," he teased with a grin. Minho couldn’t help but whimper in response. "You missed feeling full?"

Minho nodded eagerly, his body and mind submitting to his lover without needing to be asked. He didn't hold back being submissive with Chan because he felt safe and knew he'd take care of him. "So much," he told him. "Miss you filling me up with your cum and calling me yours."

Chan bit back a groan. "Think you can wait for a little while longer?" he asked, and Minho nodded complying. Minho whimpered as Chan eased out the plug, already hating the sudden empty feeling. Chan looked down at Minho fondly. "Be a good kitten, and show me what your tongue can do."

"Yes, hyung," he breathed out, happy to finally please Chan in any way. He watched as Chan moved to hover over top of him, positioning him above his face and placing his hands on the wall. Minho eagerly licked over his entrance, and Chan pressed back with a sweet moan. He started pleasuring him with his tongue the way he knew Chan loved as the older braced himself against the wall. Minho moaned softly against his hole as Chan slowly fell apart on top of him. It didn't take long before Chan was whining his name. "Min- oh fuck." His thighs were trembling, and he had trouble holding himself up, growing heavier on top of him.

Minho made a soft noise, and Chan lifted himself a little, panting heavily. "Untie me baby. You know you won't regret it," he said, his face slightly flushed and dazed. Chan bit back a moan and lowered himself onto the bed, giving in and untying his lover.

Chan grunted softly as Minho shoved him off and turned him onto his stomach. Chan's face was pressed into the pillow as Minho positioned another one beneath his lap. His eyes rolled back as Minho went back to eating him out right away, massaging his ass as he did so. Chan gripped the sheets tightly and pressed back against him, his moans flowing freely and in volume. "Fuck, Minho," he groaned.

Minho pulled back and softly bit his cheek, pulling another moan from him. "Am I doing good, hyung?" he asked teasingly, pushing his finger inside.

"So good, kitten," he praised him. "Don't stop."

Minho trailed kisses along his back, leaving small bite marks as he opened him up and leaned beside his ear. "Would you like your kitten to be rough with you?" he whispered, and Chan moaned, melting against him. "Wouldn't be fair for me to have all the fun right?"

"Fuck, Minho, be rough with me," he told him, a little less demanding than before as the dynamic shifted a little. Chan would still be able to have his way later on. But for right now, he longed to feel Minho inside him again.

Minho made sure he had opened him up enough and grabbed the lube, preparing himself. He gently grabbed his ass, spread him apart, and pushed inside. Chan tensed up at the still a little unfamiliar feeling and whined. Minho was very gentle in the beginning, knowing there was no use in rushing it, and soothingly rubbed his lower back. "Try to relax, love," he told him lovingly, pressing small kisses to his back and neck. Chan took a couple deep breaths to relax a bit before he moaned for Minho to start moving. Minho chuckled softly before beginning to roll his hips experimentally.

Chan shivered beneath him and melted into the mattress. He let him start out easy as they both adjusted to the feeling before pushing his hips back to meet Minho’s impatiently. "Min, come on."

Minho snapped his hips forward, and Chan's eyes rolled back. He started moving at a quick pace, pounding into him, and buried his hand in his hair, pushing him into the pillow. Chan gripped the sheets tightly, moaning at the rough pace and falling apart beneath him. Minho groaned and panted above him, his eyes glued to where he and Chan connected. And all Chan could do was whimper his name, back arching at the immense pleasure coursing through his body. "Min, fuck, I'm gonna-" Chan groaned as Minho hit his prostate repeatedly. He kept the same pace, loving the way his boyfriend felt around his cock. Chan shouted his name into the pillow as his orgasm hit him full force, and he moaned needily as he felt Minho fill him up shortly after, moaning his name. Minho collapsed on top of him and panted softly right next to his ear. "God, you're amazing at this," he groaned beneath him, reaching up to fondle Minho's hair.

Minho chuckled breathlessly and kissed his shoulder. "Anything for you," he whispered, which made Chan laugh.

Felix's eyes widened as he saw the new post on their shared Instagram account. He jumped up and opened the door, crashing full force into Jisung, who was about to rip his door open. They both groaned in pain and cursed at each other.

"Are they crazy?" Jisung asked loudly.

"They'll get in trouble for that caption," Felix nodded agreeingly and rubbed his hurting head. Suddenly, Hyunjin's door opened, and he stepped outside. "What the fuck happened to being discreet?"

Seungmin and Jeongin strolled up the stairs and looked at them, confused. "What's going on?" Seungmin asked, and Hyunjin handed him his phone. "Oh…they look cute."

"They look - Seungmin!" Jisung groaned.

"Please, our hyungs know what they're doing," Jeongin said sarcastically, making them all laugh.

"I'm sure they're just playing with the rumors from this morning," Seungmin shrugged. "What do we care? They'll be the ones explaining it if there'll be any issues," he told them.

"Let's go tell Changbinnie," Hyunjin said, and they all went to his room, knocking loudly. After all, he was the oldest at the house now.

Changbin opened the door, frowning at them. "What?" he asked and already got two phones shoved into his face. He looked at it before starting to laugh. "These two idiots know exactly how to feed the rumors without risking their necks."

"See?" Seungmin asked cheerfully. "Told you."

"Are you sure they won't get into trouble?" Felix asked insecurely.

"Oh, please, you've seen the headlines. Minchan, our new power couple," he laughed. "Just let them have their fun. They'll know when to stop and how far they can go. They'll say it's a reaction to all the news headlines, and that's it."

"To be honest, they just don't know how to keep their hands off each other now that they have everything sorted out. However, they've been able to do so before," Jeongin shrugged.

Minho moaned blissfully and let his eyes flutter closed for a moment. He was currently on Chan's lap, bracing himself on the wall in front of him. Chan's hands were on his hips as he was forcefully pounding into him from behind. His head fell forward as Chan's cock brushed against his prostate. He couldn't hold back another passionate moan. "Channie," he panted softly, knowing he'd cum soon. It was inevitable in this position, feeling Chan move so deliciously inside of his walls, hands roaming his body. He loved the feeling of Chan dominating him, the constant string of filthy words he whispered into his ear, and all the ways he touched intensified the feeling of ecstasy. The addition of the blindfold only took it further as Minho’s other senses were heightened without his sight. He was at the mercy of his lover and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chan's hand wrapped around Minho's cock, and he stroked him. "Not yet, kitten," he purred in his ear, and Minho whined softly. He picked up the pace of his hand until Minho was shaking, and his moans grew to a higher pitch.

"Channie, please, I'm so close," he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. He could practically taste his orgasm with how close it was. But Chan slowed the movement of his hand to a stop and stilled inside him.

"I want to take my time with you, alright?" he asked.

"You want to make me cry and beg again, that's what you want," he responded with a bratty hint in his tone. He groaned in surprise as Chan smacked his ass.

"Don't get too cocky," he told him.

"Not a wise choice of words," Minho snorted, and Chan chuckled. "Move, please?" he asked after a moment. A sigh of relief left his mouth as Chan began fucking him again.

Chan very easily located his prostate again and hit it with every thrust, making Minho shiver on top of him. He planted wet kisses on his back, right between his shoulders and on the back of his neck. Minho moaned, and his head hung low as he struggled to keep himself up against the wall. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pulled him flush against his chest.

Minho's jaw dropped at the new angle, and he reached back, anchoring his hand into his hair. "Fuck, Channie," he moaned sweetly and gripped the headboard tight as Chan suddenly picked up the pace and force of his thrusts. He couldn't stop his moans from rolling off his tongue and just prayed no one would hear and complain. "Channie-ahh," he barely got out, and his eyes rolled back. "So close," was all he could add.

"Don't," Chan told him firmly, kissing and biting the shell of his ear. Minho shivered at the command, his lover’s dominant aura making him submit more and more.

"Please," he whimpered and gasped as Chan's grip around his neck tightened.

"Beg for it, kitten," he told him, kissing his neck.

A desperate whine left Minho's lips, pulling a groan from Chan. "Please let me cum," he asked, trying very hard to hold himself back from letting go.

"You can do better than that," he chuckled darkly, pinching his nipple.

"Fuck- Please let me cum, hyung. Haven't I been a good kitten for you?" he whimpered, and his stomach flipped at his nearing high. "Please, Channie hyung, fuck!" His mouth ran without thinking by now, his whole body growing heavier on Chan.

Chan let him beg for a little bit before finally giving him permission to cum. Minho didn't need a second invitation, tensing up around his cock and crying out his name in pure bliss. A string of loud moans and incoherent nonsense left his lips as Chan kept thrusting into him, guiding him through his high.

Minho collapsed against him and panted softly, whimpering sweetly as Chan kissed his neck. "Such a good kitten," he whispered softly and gently lifted him off his cock, placing him in his lap. He soothingly rubbed his back and planted soft kisses on his hair. "Are you okay?" he checked in after taking off the blindfold.

"I'm okay," he told him, snuggling into his chest. "But what about you?" he asked and ghosted his fingertip over his chest. He could tell Chan was still hard underneath him.

"I'm fine, kitten. Don’t worry about me," he assured him.

"If you promise to be gentle, I'll let you go again," he told him, and Chan chuckled softly.

"I thought you don't like being overstimulated?" he asked, smiling as Minho straddled his lap with a soft grunt.

"I'd say we've gotten rid of all the sexual frustration now, so let's take it slow and steady?" he asked softly. The look in his eyes told Chan he was longing for it.

"If that's what my baby wants," he nodded, and Minho smiled at him sweetly. Chan connected their lips to a kiss before lowering Minho into the pillows, hand soothingly fondling his hip. He got situated between his legs, and for a few minutes, all they did was share sweet and lazy kisses. Minho melted against him with a soft whine as he once more was buried deep inside of him. Chan kept the promise and went slow and gentle, drawing beautiful whimpers from his lips. Nothing could beat the sight of Minho beneath him, as vulnerable and bare as he is in this moment. Chan pulled back from a kiss and searched Minho's eyes. "I love you. Never doubt that, okay?"

"I love you too," he whispered, smiling lazily at him. "Don't forget about that when things get tense between us."

"This time, I'll be there," he promised, and Minho shut him up with a desperate kiss. He really wanted to believe in that and nothing else.

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theshadowrealmitself · 4 months

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Thinking about the post I made about an omega getting transported to a universe without the a/b/o dynamics (unfortunately can’t reblog that original post with this addition cause both posts are gonna be scheduled) and I think a situation like that would really help give me what I want out of omegaverse

What I really want out of omegaverse is all the world building stuff, how a society and its people would function in that situation, but most of the time it’s a reimagining of intense misogyny, which is not my cup of tea

But I think a situation where a person goes from a society like that (without the omega hate) to a society where a/b/o isn’t a thing, would really highlight how different things would be

Technically the omegaverse society is different depending on the author, so I’m making up my own version, and adding in aliens:

Heats and ruts can cause health problems, the stress it puts on your body every month can lead to a ton of issues down the road, and honestly you just don’t wanna have your life be disrupted that much, so going on suppressants is common, especially for people who are single

But going off of suppressants can be deadly, and sometimes your suppressants can start being less effective as time goes on, so calling out of whatever to make sure you can go to the doctors and have that all figured out is not only normalized but also encouraged

(But now you’re suddenly in a universe where Humans don’t go through all that and you’re running out of suppressants and you’re just hoping the scientists, Vulcan ones who are strangely extremely interested in your heat suppressants and keep asking you about rut suppressants?, can quickly figure out how to make more)

Depending on the situation, scent blockers can be used (mostly in the maternity ward, so the medical staff don’t accidentally get their scent on the kids and accidentally cause the parents to instinctively think they’re trying to take away their kids), but it’s more of a personal preference

Alphas, omegas, and even betas can scent mark things, but alpha scents are usually just more noticeable because they tend to be more territorial and aggressive, doesn’t mean that omegas and betas aren’t scent marking things for the same reason, so just because you can’t smell an alpha around, doesn’t mean you aren’t encroaching on someone’s space, you can also tell people’s emotions from their scent

(You hate that in this new universe, no one can smell that you claimed stuff and you have to remember to verbalize it, you also hate that the only ones who can smell you are aliens who have to be weird about it because they aren’t used to Humans smelling like that)

I can never think of anything cool for betas and I hate that it’s usually just like “betas are usually just how Humans are irl”, so what, they don’t have cis guys that can get pregnant and cis women who can sire kids? boring! but I can’t think of anything fun for them!

Claiming bites are a thing, but mostly a thing of the past, still, you never touch go near an omega’s through without explicit consent

(If another fucker tries to go near your neck again you’re losing it at them >:/)

Nests are a big thing, even outside of heats, and kids, and stuff, it’s just really beneficial to an omega to have a safe, soft, place they have complete control over, their instincts demand it

(Apparently nesting isn’t a normal fucking thing for Humans in this universe?? you can’t find the round mattress with the round frame that has a headboard that goes around a majority of the bed to kinda cocoon you anywhere, that’s like, the most basic thing you’d used to find in stores, and now you keep having to find specialty shops that cater to extraterrestrials to find anything remotely similar, or figure out how to replicate it yourself, this is so frustrating!!! you’re gonna be so much more frustrated when you try to find the other supplies needed for nesting)

Instead of heats and ruts being quick things, there’s still a lot of time and clarity before it hits them, so like, let’s say if it’s a default alpha/omega, the omega will obsess over their nest and get it just right while the alpha get their scent on everything else in the room to let everyone else know to fuck off (if it’s any other pairing, then whoever feels the most comfortable fighting if a trespasser comes by, [even though that almost never happens, but there’s always that instinctual worry that if will happen] is the one who gets their scent on everything else and makes sure the room they’re in is secure)

(I love the idea of this omega getting a temporary Vulcan partner because their heat came on quickly, and Vulcans understand their predicament, so the omega is stressing over their nest while the Vulcan is walking around, methodically trying to scent everything because they know that also serves to make the other person not scenting feel secure in that scenario, and then, because I feel like Vulcans are a little bit of control freaks (lovingly) the Vulcan goes over to fuss with the nest as well and the omega is strangely content with that)

That’s what I have for now, may add stuff later

#star trek #humans #aliens #Vulcans #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics

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guckies · 3 months

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The egg task hater post :D

Comprised into 3 parts of the problems, the lore aspects and solutions because I just want them gone. Especially when it makes so much sense for them to be gone by now.

Problems with egg tasks ————

- A majority of the ccs hate the egg tasks. Foolish has mentioned it multiple times, Fit mentioned it specifically after purgatory due to him seeing it as an opportunity to get rid of them, Tubbo often would have procrastinated them and a lot of others procrastinate them or express that they just don’t want to do them. (I’m not very active on other POVs so if you have other example please add them)

- The ccs don’t log on to do the tasks and some don’t even know about them. They log on to have fun and play mc. Like take a look at Pepito’s parents(apart from Roier, I don’t think any of the others are aware of the egg task system, so are logging on to have fun).

- Single parents and looking after multiple eggs. They rarely ever know what to do with them, Foolish counts for one cookie but because of the inconsistency of Pepito’s parents he doesn’t get double the cookie stuff. Where as Phil almost always has to request the double stuff for Tallulah and Chayanne.

- Egg admins are busy. Multiple have irl stuff they need to do, like school, work or even attending hospital appointments. This has even made some of the old main egg admins like Ramon and Chayanne have to give up playing due to being so busy. Even at that it’s fairly obvious when another admin is playing a different egg because the personality isn’t the same, which isn’t a big deal until they mess up personal egg lore. That’s excluding their problems with lag or internet.

- The cc parents are busy. Majority of them are variety streamers or have projects outside of qsmp. They cannot always log in to play and are subject to outside factors like having to move, travelling, internet outages, launcher breaks or even sponsorships contracts (which might mean they can’t play for long due to having set contracted times where they have to do something else)

- Some of the stuff is hard or impossible to do. Take toxic caves; one glitchy mob and an egg with internet/lag problems will almost instantly be in danger. The parents having to do tasks with the eggs; again some eggs are busy and not all eggs will just hang out with whoever. For the current system specifically they need to include tasks the parents can do alone for some of the eggs to survive.

Lore/in game stuff ————

- Everyone knows that the egg tasks do not matter especially after purgatory which just means that it was the fed doing the killing when eggs didn’t complete their tasks. They even expected them to be gone after purgatory.

- The reason the parents don’t do anything about it is because they’ve expressed their dislike of egg tasks; yet it is such an integral part of the game play that they have no control over since the admins rarely ask them about it. So they just suck it up and deal with the fact that egg tasks are still around. They’re not really aware if they can go to Cucurucho about the egg tasks because it is really just a game mechanic.

- From my understanding, the competition part of the eggs is no longer the case due to the fact they all should have lost a long time ago. So why would they need to be so aware of if the eggs are surviving or are happy. Especially when the fed are very aware of most things that happen on the island with the eggs.

Solutions!!! ————

- Get rid of them. We did fine without them for a few weeks. Without them we eggs get more chance to develop and have actual fun with the cc. Plus the cc doesn’t have the added stress of needing to log in to make sure an egg doesn’t die. They could even just get rid of them by some fed excuse like them going bankrupt with cookie materials.

- Make them optional!!! Instead of cookies or food tickets being the reward just make it something egg related or make it something like tickets for egg cosmetics. They could even make it the reward for things that the parents might want like items in the shop or access to the mod access. By making them optional takes away the stress but still gives them the chance to do something with the egg to keep them happy.

- Instruct a cc that hates the egg tasks how to get rid of them in lore. The admins should get someone like Foolish or Tubbo who know how to manipulate information to speak with Cucurucho to get rid of them. Or get the players to investigate the cookies. They could even get the morning crew to revolutionise against the egg tasks and have them mess with the server to unionise against the egg tasks.

- Make it time based, like the egg spends under an hour with a person during that week. The egg gets to choose the person too and it can be anyone. It’s under an hour so the egg or parent doesn’t need to log on for a long amount of time if they are busy during the week.

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Anyway that’s my case against egg tasks. If I am missing something or think of other solutions then I will edit it into the post. But thanks for reading my /negs posts because I’ll be an egg task hater for life 😀✌️

#this was on queue #qsmp #qsmp discussion #idk if this is neg specifically but tags are here just in case #qsmp discourse #qsmp neg

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Idk about your intentions, and feel free to ignore me if I’m wrong, but Mikey sounds like a maladaptive daydreamer lol.

Just some background, maladaptive daydreamers use these huge fictional worlds called paracosms to escape reality. Some people do it because of anxiety or stress, but some do it as like a coping mechanism (which is how I’d see Mikey doing it based on your dissociation post) People with maladaptive daydreaming can stim while doing it, like rocking back and forth, pacing, etc, but some can master the art of being able to sit still and just daydream whenever. There’s almost an addictive aspect to it, and a lot of daydreamers have to take adhd or anxiety meds to shake it

Would Mikey stim at first but learn to stay still after Splinter lectured him too many times? Would his paracosm be the book that he’s writing about killing splinter? Idk feel free to look at this like I’m crazy but this subject is very close to my heart as I’m a daydreamer myself.

OK SO like. I don't know. and I don't know if Mikey has maladaptive daydreaming for a specific reason.

That being that I'm basing him on myself. I spent a lot (AND I DO MEAN A LOT) of my time in my head as a kid. I don't really know what a paracosm is so I'm not sure if I was exploring within them. but there are huge chunks of my childhood i really only remember via the emotional exploration I was doing inside these fictional worlds. Like most of puberty for me was just imagining gay fictional gods and forbidden love and abuse and violence and at all that. and it's hard for me to tell if that was a bad thing because it's linked to a very integral part of my personality- that being the desire to tell and experience stories.

I was always dragging around paper and pencils to draw these imagined worlds. But i was also often just sitting with my eyes closed (or sometimes opened, but closed if I wanted to really focus)

if I was painfully bored, or very anxious (which happened often, basically any time i was outside the house or not watching tv or playing a game) I would do this. If I was stuck in a car or a room while my siblings were fighting violently, I would force myself to try to only think about my characters. If the talk radio host was getting on my nerves I would try to drown him out by thinking about my characters going through their worlds and getting in fights and having sex and all that stuff.

this got even better (or worse, considering how you think of it) once I got earbuds/headphones and access to my cousins old ipod. I was finally able to fully block out the world and only, ONLY ever think of my stories. just how I'd always wanted.

and sure, I was always kind of spacey, but even when I wasn't thinking of stories and art I was bad at paying attention the way adults liked. I think adults liked me more when I was just sitting there thinking anyway, instead of being hyper and then having an emotional breakdown when i realize they thought I was annoying.

There was a particularly vibrant time for daydreaming around puberty where i had dozens if not around a hundred different intricate stories that I started to overlap, just because. And I'd go through them over and over, adding or changing little things, making up reasons that the characters would all end up living in the same bunker or fighting the same enemy. making up reasons for the god of war and his little lamb prince to be torn apart. making up reasons for them to attack each other. then forcing them back together through all the trauma.

and recalling these spaces makes me kind of shiver because they're almost like real memories to me. I remember thinking of these scenarios more than I remember my real life around 11-12 years old. And i think that's largely because after I got my blackbelt at around 11 years old, my parents let me quit karate, and didn't force me to do any more sports or anything. So for the most part I legit never left the house. My entire life was in these stories and in my art.

I really only stopped doing this once I got sent off to high school at around 13-14 and was basically FORCED to participate in the real world more.

but I did that all on purpose. i was bored, and i hated other kids because they never clicked with me. and it never seemed to interrupt my life in a way that my parents noticed or cared about. in fact it was the only thing that kept me from being actively suicidal for a while there!

so like. i don't know man. i don't know.

#nnstuff #ask #tmnt mikey #maladaptive daydreaming #i havent thought about those worlds in years #its surprising how few of them i still maintain considering they were all i had for years #personal

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skittlewaffle · 10 months

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Different Flavors of Daycare Attendants (WIP maybe ??)

PLEASE NOTE that I do not read fics a lot and certainly don’t know everything. These are just general headcanons about the Daycare Attendant placed into categories! Personally my view is a mix of a good handful of every category

But yes this was all made for fun because I have brainrot. I’ll keep adding to this post or make a part two if this is something people enjoy, and I’m happy to accept any help! I know there are plenty more headcanons that I don’t have under categories yet.

… Some sections were rushed because I just wanted to post this before Ruin comes out and the Biblically Accurate section gets muddled.. haha. JUST,, enjoy !!!

Canon

Sun

Unhinged

Potentially partially virused, though it’s generally assumed not

Theatrical antics

Probably overdramatic on purpose / playing his theater role but in a child care setting

LIGHTS ON!!

Overbearing, offputting, and loud

Stickler for rules and cleanliness

Keeps daycare clean and organized, but not himself or his room

Might not be restricted to daycare out of frame, but implications are present that he may be lonely

It’s unclear if he and Moon have a connection in their headspace, but it is sometimes assumed they don’t

Probably unaware of Moon’s virused state

Moon

Silly gremlin

Fully virused

Theatrical antics amplified; evil stage persona is more literal

Naptime protocol amplified; what feels to him like putting people to sleep is actually killing people

Childcare and entertainment programming still seems functional

Creepy

Loves to stalk, dance, and play pretend

Shares Sun’s obsession with rules and cleanup

Strong enough to knock out a Glamrock

Seems quite lightweight

Sounds like he has a built-in, broken music box ??

* HEADCANON: Has a different mode meant to reflect the gentler character he appears to be in the Moondrop candy advertisements, instead of his theater villain role

Anxious boys

Sun

Restricted to daycare, refuses to take even a single step out

Doesn’t know what he’s doing

Scares or hurts the kids on accident, proceeds to freak out over it

Weak to compliments and praise; he just wants to do a good job

Needs affirmation, stat

Will 100% fall in love with anyone who is consistently nice to him

Acts like a kicked puppy when spoken to sternly, lectured, or yelled at

Lets people walk all over him

Constant fidgeting

Stutters a lot

Stressed OUT

Constantly at his breaking point; help him

Moon

Self-conscious about his naturally creepy looks and mannerisms

Bad first impressions

Often keeps a distance, watching from afar

Uses few words

Wishes to be liked

A kid likes him? His child now.

Sad to see them go :(

Rather graceful, slow movements that give him eerie vibes

Tends to word things in ways that sound like red flags (like offering candy in a shady area), but doesn’t quite realize it

False reputation amongst patrons

Many complaints from parents for his bad vibes

Heavily misjudged; really means no harm

Wet napkin

Likes to dance on his wire; keeps him busy when he can’t socialize

Will perform many tricks for people who do become his friend

Never forgets anyone who is kind to him in even one instance

Confident boys / high experience DCA

Sun

Practically built for childcare; knows what to do in pretty much every situation

Loved by all the children

Social towards everyone, no matter how stubborn or closed off they may be

Manages to put a smile on all faces

Really not afraid of drawing attention or being embarrassing if it means making a child happy

Always knows just what to say

Very helpful to new employees

Might step outside the Daycare from time to time

Reads faces very well, in adults and children

Capable of disobeying protocols for more serious reasons

MUCH more observant than you think

Roasts Karens lol

Moon

Is both the Naptime Attendant and a nighttime security bot

Many children want to cuddle with him during nap time

Has a ton of patience

Especially loves getting to hold babies

Very protective of the little ones

The most feared security in the entire Pizzaplex

Takes his job as security bot very seriously; loves his job as a childcare worker

High Tech

DCA has many upgrades

Still very versatile and could be upgraded more

AI advanced enough to be considered eligible for human rights

Movements, speech, and feelings are very realistic, almost not robotic at all

Can experience human senses (smell, touch, etc.)

Softer casing to simulate a more human feel

Can blush and cry tears, but not bleed (unless it’s oil in their machinery)

Feels pain and temperature, and is ticklish

Can get overstimulated and feel disgust at certain textures

Has certain mannerisms that could classify them under certain diagnosable human conditions or mental disorders (which they technically aren’t; the diagnoses are worded for us humans to better understand and relate to)

Cannot get sick and doesn’t need to eat or breathe, but can pretend to

Has eyelids, lips, tongue, and movable facial features to emote better

Acts sleepy or drunk when low on battery, and genuinely feels like that

Has a simulated heartbeat and breathing

Waterproof

Multipurpose

Perfectly capable of obtaining a PHD

Seems to have built-in tools for almost anything, mostly for human health and first aid purposes

Might need some recovery time after P&S visits, similar to pain after human surgery (tight screws, rearranged wires, etc)

More capable of fighting viruses and defending themself and others

Low Tech

Basically a stereotypical cartoon robot

Still sentient and can learn, but still operates mostly on programming

Still have the basic qualities of Sun and Moon’s original personalities (cheery and loud; calm and quiet)

States what they’re doing out loud (processing, downloading, initiating protocol, etc.)

States warnings and errors out loud (low battery, update failed, null object reference, ERROR!!)

Static smile

Uses prerecorded lines often; new lines sometimes sound broken like AI or TTS

Might not understand certain topics

Might mishear you

Sometimes treats other everyday machinery like they are alive, mostly holding grudges, fearing them, or being jealous of them

Cares much more about the feelings of others than their own

Less capable of fighting viruses or preventing other unwanted actions towards them

Whores

Aimed towards the more mature side of the fandom

Bastards / smug / absolute sluts (affectionate or derogatory, whatever you feel lol)

Wear suits, ties, suspenders… fancy stuff

Shirts are often only partially buttoned, ties loose or just draping over

Also may wear feminine clothing, depending on the type of storyline

Can drink and smoke somehow

More laid back and flirtatious

Occasionally / casually threatening

Might have cool hats

Sometimes have guns / some kind of weapon

AWOOGA

Often involves suggestive implications

Call you nicknames you probably love but your Y/N often hates

Plot involving high stakes and serious danger

Simp material

We are attracted to any red flag they may have /hj

Animalistic

Sun

Dog

A big dog who thinks he’s a lap dog

Probably fell in love with you immediately

Separation anxiety / abandonment issues

Loyal; will always wait for you no matter what

Whines if you’re gone for too long :(

Misses you sooo much

Begs a lot

Head tilts

Extremely attentive, affectionate and excitable

Might tackle you

Loves playfighting

Always weak to praise and cuddles

Is a good boy, the best boy

Full of energy; loves to play

Rays fold backwards / retract when guilty, angry, or defensive

More apologetic than really necessary

Would probably be very sorry if you called him bad, even if he did nothing wrong

Easily excited / distracted at particular things or favorite items

Highly possessive of favorite items

Hides his favorite items in random corners of your house

Gets the zoomies (and may or may not accidentally break something from jumping over / running into furniture and stuff)

Very aware of people

Likes to sunbathe

Got muddy and needs a bath .. again

Has stim toys, many of them squeaky

Doesn’t sit on the couch right

Wants to protect you

Loves the outdoors and going for walkies

Always sleeps on your bed / somewhere in the same room

Wakes you with a complete ONSLAUGHT of smooches

Moon

Cat

First meeting was likely him hunting and pouncing at you

Still likes to stalk and prowl for fun / as a game

Likes to rest in elevated places, including the top of your fridge

Loafs

Hisses

Interested in silly / shiny little trinkets

Gremlin; knocks your stuff down on purpose and runs away

Has claws, could be retractable

Eyes dilate / shrink

Might flinch when touched, but still leans into it if he wants the attention

Slinks away from touch when distracted by something else

Likes to fall asleep on you; you can’t move (he is aware of this)

Likes laser pointers and dangly thingies

Enjoys sneaking up on you

Purrs (or has some robotic equivalent of purring, like whirring or broken music box)

Gets 3AM zoomies

Elegant s t r e t c h

Changes from bipedal to quadrupedal when he feels like it

Likes the window

Hates water, but likes to keep clean and tidy

Movements are fluid; he is liquid

Tries to fit into small spaces, twists his animatronic body to do so

Has favorite hiding places

Territorial

Hunts pests in your home if he’s bored.. might even bring them to you

Stares at you. Slow blinks. Affection.

Head bonks while sitting next to you

Lazy / sleepy bitch disease

Prefers to stay inside, but likes to explore occasionally and go for nighttime walkies

Always curls up beside you at night

You wake up to him kneading at you or rubbing his face on you

* DCA may have tails and / or beans

Brothers

Mostly tends to be a separate bodies view

Inseparable either way

Chaotic duo

Quite the opposite in a way they still have a close bond

Lots of playfighting

Sometimes actual fighting

Care a lot for each other, but have a sort of friendly rivalry

Never one without the other

Not afraid of speaking their mind plainly, to their benefit or detriment

Great teamwork on their better days

Immature pouting / silent treatment on their worse days

Do most everything together

Often competitive

Disagreements are most often more comedic than serious

Their fights are childish and silly; you can’t help but laugh

Sometimes complains about who the “big brother” is

Get into the silliest shenanigans; it’s trouble, but endearing all the same as they love having a story of adventure to tell

Know each other better than anyone else can

Look very closely after each other, especially when someone else gets close

Favorite colors are what the other wears most often / is themed after (Sun: blue; Moon: yellow)

Applies to their eye colors, especially if chosen by them for upgrades

While both are very different, both also exhibit certain behaviors that directly parallel / mirror the other

Lovers

(NOT brothers at the same time. Fuck off)

The most wholesome shit you’ve ever seen

Fluff, comfort, cuddles, words of affirmation… the dream

Tons of celestial nicknames, phrases, and metaphors

Very poetic; immerses you in calm, dreamlike scenery, like a storybook

Emotional support partners

Each often doesn’t take care of themself until the other notices and helps them

The cutest little dates (tea parties, art sessions, and sleepovers are common)

Still prone to angst, but has a happy ending

I hope

AUGHH

That is all for now; I hope you enjoyed!! If we have a continuation of this, I have category ideas, such as a Cartoonish DCA, a DCA with very very many features, Sun and Moon as enemies, or any other types of DCA you have in mind! Thanks for reading :D

#sundrop #moondrop #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #daycare attendant #k rambles #k’s writing #???#man it’s 2:38 AM

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ Evidence, Emotions, Whatever

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Frank slammed the door to the office. One week ago, his world was being turned upside down. Now, after the motion hearing, they had to continue to wait for a decision on the adoption. The judge had granted the stop on the adoption but not the cancellation. Mike had to prove that he was a fit parent and DNA evidence. He also had to show why Abby and Frank were not fit for adoption. Frank reached for the scotch after Andy called with the news. He poured himself a healthy measure and sat on the window seat. He watched as Mary played with Dodger and Scott, Marco watching over.

“Frankie?” Abby poked her head in after letting Frank have a few minutes. “Baby?”

“I can’t right now Abby. I just can’t.”

“They didn’t say we couldn’t adopt her.”

“No but they are giving him a chance. Why would they fucking do that? He has charges against him!”

“I know, baby, I know.” She sat next to him and rubbed his back. “None of it makes sense.”

Frank drained his glass. “There has to be something to prove he’s an unfit parent.”

“I agree.” She kissed his cheek. “And we’re gonna work together to find it.”

That whole week was dedicated to research and reaching out to anyone and everyone who had been a part of Mike’s life. A lot were shocked to hear what Mike had been trying to do. Others felt that the way Frank and Abby went about their relationship forced the reaction.

Frank and Johnny were warming up for their next game. “Have you heard from Andy?”

“No.” Frank felt dejected. Andy, Steve his agent and Scott had been making call after call. Abby had been called in by the hospital to cover for another surgeon so that added to Frank’s worry. He thought back to after she got to the call.

“Cricket, you’re pregnant. I don’t think the added stress is good for you.”

“Frankie, there are patients that need me. I will rest a lot and not make it longer than eight hours. I’ll talk with the Chief.”

“Cricket, you don’t have to work. I can take care of us.”

Abby narrowed her eyes and Frank took a step back. “Franklin, are you saying that I’m not strong enough to work?”

“No baby, I’m...”

“Let me tell you something Franklin Edward, I am stronger than any man. I survived more in my life.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you weren’t strong. I’m just... fuck Cricket, I’m scared ok.”

“Scared of what?”

Frank took a moment. “We are on the verge of losing Nugget and what if something happens to you or the baby and... I keep seeing the worst every time I close my eyes.”

“Frankie, we are not going to lose Mary. I am going to be safe, and we are not going to lose our baby. Honey, you can’t let your fears take over. I promise, I won’t overdo it.”

“I know, I’m sorry Cricket. I know you are the strongest woman I know.” He kissed her forehead. “Forgive me love.”

“Say something like that again and we are going to have problems Frank.”

“I know Cricket.”

“Now let’s get ready for bed. You need to rub my back.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Abby has thrown herself into work for distraction. We had to talk to Mary about the hearing because the judge said she wanted to talk to Mary.” Frank sighed. “I just wish we had something to show he is a bad guy. I just can’t believe that he might get custody.”

Johnny sighed. “I remember you telling me he had helped you in getting custody of Strawberry when she was a baby. Something about seeing Diane using drugs.” He furrowed his brows.

Frank had mimicked his expression. “Yeah, he did.”

“Well, how did he know that? He had to have been with her when she was using it.”

It clicked in Frank’s head. “So it is possible he was using as well. Fuck Storm, you’re a genius.” He pulled out his cell and sent a message to Andy.

Frank: Can we request a drug test? Andy: We would need a reason Frank: He claimed that Diane was using. How would he know? Andy: Noted. I will file the motion.

Frank put his phone away. “Thank Storm. Hopefully we’ll get a break.”

The game is perfect, the Dodgers shutting out the Padres for the day. As Frank jogs off the field, he looks up to see Abby in the row behind the dugout. “Hey Cricket!”

“Hey Frankie! Nice game.”

“You been here all game?”

“Came in the end of the seventh. Got to watch you bat.” He could see her eyes turn sparkly and he laughed, knowing that watching him bat was an aphrodisiac for her. She had a thing for his forearms. She bites her lower lip.

“Let me shower and take you home baby. Mary has after school science club today, remember?”

“And Scott?”

“He’s with Steve. Marco is watching Mary.”

“So, we have the whole house to ourselves?” It was a rarity in the Adler home to have it to themselves.

“Sure do Cricket. I also got a fresh jar of peanut butter and Oreos.”

They way Abby’s eyes light up makes Frank chuckle again. Johnny happened to come out to call to Frank and overheard the last comment. “Gross. Doc, isn’t that bad for you or something?”

“Depends on the situation Johnny. In this case, it's our secret indulgence.” She winked at him, and he shuddered.

“Just when I thought I knew you Adler. Now I know what you and the misses get up to in the bedroom using peanut butter and cookies. Why can’t you be normal, like tying her up or something?” He shakes his head as he walks back into the dugout.

“If only he knew,” Frank said as Abby bursts out laughing.

As Abby brushed out her hair to get ready for court, Mary walked in. “Mama, can you tie up my hair?”

“Sure Nugget.” She brushed her hair back to gather it up. She could see Mary thinking hard. “What is it, Nugget?”

“If the judge says you can’t adopt me, does that mean I have to stop calling you Mama?”

Abby watched as Mary’s eyes glassed over with unshed tears. “No, it doesn’t. I’m your Mama as long as you have me. You’re my Mary and nothing, not the judge, not Mike, will change that. Just like Frank is your daddy.”

“I don’t want to go with Mike. He’s not my dad.” Mary turned and buried her face into Abby’s neck and cried. Abby did her best to comfort her in the moment, stroking her hair and squeezing her tight.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this baby girl. I wish we could just adopt you and we can move forward with our lives. But Uncle Andy, Uncle Steve and Scott have been working really hard to fight this and now we got to go to court, and you get to tell the judge how you feel. How you feel is really important.”

“And you won’t leave me alone with him?”

“Never, ok?” She wiped the tears from Mary’s face and took it in her hands. “Daddy and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

As the family walked into the court house, Abby was passed a letter from Andy. “What is this?”

“It’s a letter from Diane. To be opened by you only.” Andy shrugged. “My private investigator, Hansen, had done one more interview with Diane and this was given to him to pass along.”

Abby’s hands trembled as she opened the letter.

Dear Abby, When I found out that I was pregnant, I really thought I had a chance at a happy life with Mike. It was a dream come true. I thought it was my chance to have a happily ever after just like you and my brother. When I told Mike about the pregnancy, he said two things to me. 1. He wasn’t the father because I slept around and 2. that he wanted me to abort. It hurts my heart to know that he really didn’t care about me. I told your investigator where the key to the safety deposit box at Boston National was at and that the letters from Mike during that time are there. I’m so sorry that I hurt you , Frank and Mary. I knew when I left her with you, that you would be her mom. I knew it was the best choice for her. I hope this helps in stopping Mike. Please let Frank know that I miss him. I hope he can forgive me for what I done and that maybe we can build our relationship again. He knows where to find me. Take care of our family, Abby. Always, Diane

Abby wipes her eyes. “Did he give you anything else?”

Andy held up a stack of envelopes. “Let’s go into a conference room.” Andy, Abby, Frank, filed into a room, while Scott, Mary and Marco sat outside. Andy opened the bundle. “There are a few addressed to Mary to be opened on specific days.” He handed those to Frank. “There is one to Frank and the rest... Holy shit.”

“What was it?” Frank asked.

“They are letters from Mike to Diane. Dated when Mary was conceived.” Andy looked at Abby. “May I?”

She nodded. “I know what they are going to say.”

Andy opened letter after letter confirming what Diane had wrote. “He denied being the father,” he said. “He asked Diane to have an abortion...” he stopped. “We can admit this to the court as proof.”

Frank took the letters and read. “This bastard did this to my sister. Can we use this in the kidnapping charges as well?”

“Absolutely. I’ll send them to Diskant as soon as we are done here today. Let’s get this party started.” The group stood and walked out. Abby and Frank took both of Mary’s hands and walked to the court room. As they entered, a familiar laugh rang through the room. Mike Weiss stood at the front with another man.

“Oh look, it's my daughter and her jailers,” Mike said with a sneer.

Frank growled but Abby put a hand on his arm. “Let it go Frankie.” The family sat where Andy directed them and took a seat as they waited for the judge. Mary cuddled into Frank’s side, keeping her face away from Mike.

They all stood as the judge entered the courtroom. “You may sit,” he ordered. “Ok, we are here to hear the motion to suppress the adoption of Mary Eileen Adler. Complaint filed by the alleged natural father Michael Weiss and contesting are the guardians in questions, Franklin Adler and Abigail Hernandez-Adler. Mr. Weiss, you may proceed.”

“Thank you, Your Honor. I am submitting my first piece of evidence as exhibit A. This is the DNA match showing that I am the natural father of the child. Second is the birth certificate where I am not listed so I cannot terminate rights that I was not privileged too.”

“Entered into the record. Mr. Weiss, your argument please.”

“Your honor, due to the natural mother’s, Diane Adler, reckless behavior, I was not allowed time to establish myself as Mary’s father. I was away at school, earning my degree while Miss Adler gave birth and then subsequently rescinded her rights to Mary. While I am grateful to Mr. Adler and Dr. Hernandez for raising the child, I would like to point out a few things.

“Mr. Adler has been known to make reckless decisions while having custody of Mary. Proof of alcohol abuse is evident in public record and led to the termination of his relationship with Dr. Hernandez. Mary only had one guardian for five years before Dr. Hernandez reappeared in her life. That instability is not good in the upbringing of a child. She should be brought up in a stable home with a loving parent who would do anything for her. I believe that I am that parent. Thank you.”

“Mr. Weiss, how do you explain the pending kidnapping charges against you?”

“I feel like that was a misunderstanding. The guardians did not allow me access to my daughter, and I just wanted to get to know her. It is not my fault that they over reacted and calling in law enforcement. Once the matter of her guardianship is settle, those charges will be removed.”

“Alright.” The judge turned to Andy. “Mr. Barber, any evidence you would like to add?”

“Yes, Your Honor, I have in my possession, provided by the natural mother, Diane Adler, letters from Mr. Weiss to Miss Adler, during the time of Miss Adler’s pregnancy.” Andy watched as Mike’s face blanched. “In these letters, you will find proof that Mr. Weiss denied paternity of the child multiple times but also requested that the pregnancy be terminated at the earliest convenience.”

“Objection, how do they know when the time of the letters were written?”

“The letters reference dates in the past as well as significant aging of the paper.”

The judge looked over the letters. “Admissible. Please continue.”

“Thank you. We also have the original custody order that named Mr. Adler as the guardian of Mary with an addendum of adding Dr. Hernandez-Adler as a guardian after the fact. Mr. Weiss’s argument that Mary was in an unstable home is laughable. Mr. Adler has done everything he could to provide Mary will everything she needed. When he himself could not care for her, given his profession, he made sure that the child caregiver chosen was of sound mind, clean record and recommendations from former employers. He is in the room today to testify, if need, that Mr. Adler was a loving and attentive parent to his niece.

The door opened in the back, interrupting Andy. A young woman went up to Andy. “A moment your honor.” He spoke to the woman and smiled. “Apologies, sir, but we have an additional witness that we would like to add to our list.”

“Alright, name?”

“Bobby Fuller.”

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stephstars08 · 2 years

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Take Care ~ Chapter 1

Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Toxic Relationship, Angst, Verbal Abuse, Anxiety, and Insecurities

Characters: Y/N Hubbard, Sidney Blossom (OC), Joe Burrow, Sam Hubbard, and Tyler Adams (OC)

Author’s Note: Before I say anything I just want to thank everyone for being so patient with me! The reason why I had to take a step back from posting is because I was a head coach for softball and that took up a lot of time and was very stressful so thank you for being patient! I am still coaching right now but I’m an assistant so I do have a lot more time on my hands. I apologize that the first chapter is short but don’t worry as the book goes on the chapters will be getting longer. Anyways it feels great to be posting again, sorry if there is any mistakes! I don’t know how many people read the Author’s Note so if you are reading this thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Word Count: 1,710

Y/N was currently working another long day. Y/N works as a waitress at a diner in Cincinnati. The diner isn’t too far from the apartment she lives in. Yes, she’s not working her dream job at the moment but any time she get’s she fills out any applications she finds.

She doesn’t make a lot of money with this job which does hold her down sometimes when it comes to traveling or going out with friends or family. Her parents and big brother offer her money all the time, but she declines their offers.

She just turned twenty-five, she’s a grown woman and doesn’t want to borrow any money from her parents or brother.

“Hey Y/N” She heard her best friend/co-worker say behind her. “Hey Sidney.” Y/N said as she continued to press buttons on cash register.

Y/N was working on the bill for her last serving table of the day which she couldn’t be happier about.

“What are doing after you finish your last table?” Sidney asked her in a curious tone. Sidney just got done serving her last table as well. “I have to pick my brother up from the practice facility since his car is in the shop this week.” Y/N answered as she hit the button to print out the receipt.

“Why?” She asked looking over at Sidney. “I was just curious.” Sidney told her with a shrug.

“What does Tyler think about you picking your brother up?” Sidney asked as she folded her arms over her chest. “I don’t know.” Y/N answered with a sigh as she took the receipt out of the small printer. “I told him last night, but I don’t think he was listening.” She added as she put the receipt on a mental tray.

“Typical.” Sidney let out a mumble.

“Just make sure you don’t talk to another football player because you know how he get’s jealous.” Sidney warned her. Y/N just gave her a nod and made her way to the table she was serving.

Sidney isn’t the biggest fan of Tyler. Actually, everyone Y/N knows isn’t the biggest fan of Tyler.

They all know Y/N deserves to be with someone way better than Tyler.

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Y/N was sitting outside in her car in front of the Cincinnati Bengals practice facility for her older brother. As she sat in her car, she kept bouncing her one leg up and down because she really had to use the bathroom. She really didn’t want to go inside but she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it because she didn’t know how long her brother would be, so she turned her car off and got out.

She quickly made way inside. She knew where the bathrooms were since she’s been inside the practice facility a few times. After she finished her business, she walked hoping her brother wasn’t outside wondering where she is. When she turned a corner, she accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” Y/N heard a familiar voice she hasn’t heard in a while. When she saw who she bumped into her heart sped up. “Joe.” Y/N said in a surprised tone.

“Y/N, holy shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you.” Joe told her very surprised to see her.

He couldn’t believe it was her. Joe went to Ohio State University with her and her brother.

“It’s okay Joe. We both weren’t watching where we were going.” Y/N told him in a reassuring tone. “It’s been a while. You look amazing.” Joe told her with a smile. “Thank you. You look amazing too.” Y/N complimented him back as she returned the smile.

“Sam told me you just moved back here with your boyfriend.” Joe told her. “Yeah, he’s from Cleveland and I finally convinced him to move with me here since I wanted to be closer to my family. His family now lives in Chicago and… I’m babbling aren’t I.” Y/N explained to him as she put one of her hands on her head when she realized she is telling him way more than she intended to tell.

“Hey it’s okay.” Joe told her. “It’s good to have you back here.” He added with a laugh.

“Well look what we got here.” They heard someone say.

When they looked over, they saw Y/N’s older brother Sam. Joe is the quarterback of the Bengals and Sam is a defensive end. Sam is a year older than Joe and Y/N.

“We got a little reunion going on here.” Sam said with a smile as he wrapped an arm around Y/N which made her groan in disgust. “Get your sweaty ass off me.” Y/N snapped as she lightly shoved Sam off her.

“Yep, this is still how she treats me.” Sam told Joe which made her roll her eyes and Joe laugh. “Well, it’s good to see that you two still bicker.” Joe said with a laugh.

Yes, Y/N and Sam bicker like all brother and sisters do but they do have a very close relationship.

“It’s really great to see you, Joe. Sam, we got to get going.” Y/N said to the boys. Sam let out a small sigh since he knew why they had to leave right away. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, Joe.” Sam said Sam said as he gave Joe a fist bump. “See you tomorrow. It was great seeing you too Y/N” Joe said as he returned the fist bump.

As much as Y/N wanted to stay and catch up with Joe she didn’t want to get an angry phone call from her boyfriend wondering where the fuck she is.

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Y/N pulled her car into Sam’s driveway. “Thanks again for the ride sis.” Sam said as he looked over at her. “It’s no problem bro.” Y/N said looking back at him.

“How is, you know?” Sam asked her with some concern in his tone. “Sam, please I’m really not in the mood to be talking about you know what.” Y/N told him as she looked away from her brother’s concern gaze.

“Okay, I just want you to know that I have an extra room here.” Sam told her dropping the topic right away. That isn’t the first time Sam has told her that and she knows that it isn’t going to be the last.

Y/N just stayed silent as she just stared at her steering wheel. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sam told her as he unbuckled his seat belt. “Love you.” Y/N told him in a soft tone. “Love you too.” Sam told her and got out of the car.

He got his bag out from the backseat and shut the door. He gave her a wave which she returned. Once Sam was inside his house Y/N backed her car out of the driveway and started her drive to the apartment she shares with her boyfriend.

As she drove, she tried not to think about what Sam told her, but his words just kept repeating themselves in her head.

When she got to the apartment complex she sighed when she saw Tyler was already home from work. He’s a mechanic which also doesn’t pay much but he does get paid more than her but not by much.

She parked her vehicle next to Tyler’s car and turned the car off. She grabbed her purse from the backseat and got out of the car.

She took a deep breath to prepare herself for Tyler’s banter.

She locked her car up and made her way inside the apartment building. She walked up the steps to her apartment door already to get scolded.

When she walked into the tiny apartment to see Tyler sitting in his comfy chair watching TV. She thinks sometimes that he lives in that stupid chair. He looked at her with an annoyed glare which was expected.

“I was with my brother.” Y/N told him before Tyler could ask her where she has been. “Why?” Tyler hissed as he watched her put her purse on the hanger by the door. “I told you last night that he needs a ride home from the facility everyday this week because his truck is getting fixed.” Y/N told him in frustration as she made her way into the small kitchen to start cooking their dinner.

Let’s just say she does everything in the apartment.

“Well maybe if you didn’t fucking mumble all the time, I would’ve heard you.” Tyler snapped at her as he put his attention back onto the television.

It took everything in Y/N to not snap back but she did it.

She wasn’t in the mood for another snapping match between them. Her relationship with Tyler wasn’t always like this. Tyler and her met at Ohio State University their junior year.

Their first two years together was amazing. They were like any other loving couple, but things changed when they graduated, and things came out the window.

After graduating Y/N agreed to move to Cleveland so Tyler could be close to his parents. After moving there Tyler found out about Y/N’s former crush he became very obsessive and jealous.

But the real hit was when his parents moved to Chicago since his father got a good job and Y/N convinced him to move to Cincinnati since there was nothing in Cleveland for him.

Tyler has been insecure about himself which makes him take it out on her. He always tells her that he’s too good for her. Anytime Tyler is feeling down on himself he puts her down too by pointing out all her flaws. She never points him out on it because sadly she believes the insults, he throws at her.

This is exactly why Sam tells her he has an extra room at his house for her. Her parents, Sam, and Sidney always tell her to break it off with Tyler because of how terrible he treats her. She always tells them that she stays with him because she loves him, but they tell her it isn’t true love it’s toxic love.

Y/N kept her mouth shut the rest of the night. What was the point of saying anything to Tyler since everything that comes out her mouth is a fucking mumble? That’s what she thought at least.

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so how is his relationship with his two newly found kids?

Sayuri only needs to take one glance at the captain standing awkwardly in the doorway to guess what he’s here for.

“You can come in, Kyouraku-taicho,” she says. “The Academy library is open to everyone. Even captains.”

“I’m not here to visit the library,” he replies.

“No, I suppose you’re not,” she sighs, restacking the last of the books back on the shelves before turning to face him.

“I’m sure your...mother has already let you know of our recent conversation,” he says, stumbling slightly over the words. Sayuri folds her arms across her chest.

“Yes, she did. Which is how I know she told you that neither Sousuke nor I need, nor want, a father,” she says coolly. “There’s no need to feel any obligation towards us, Kyouraku-taicho. Our mother has provided us with more love and care than anyone could ask for, and she is all the family that my twin and I will ever need. And I’m sure your life is complicated enough without adding two unwanted children to the mix.”

“Not unwanted,” he murmurs. “Unknown, yes, I had no idea you two existed or that you were...mine. That doesn’t mean that I don’t-- that I don’t want you.”

Sayuri studies him for a moment.

“The sentiment is appreciated,” she says after a moment, voice giving nothing away. Kyouraku nods, his reiatsu dimming slightly in realization.

“I understand,” he replies quietly, turning to go.

“Kyouraku-taicho,” she calls out after him, after a moment’s pause. “I don’t need another parent and I don’t need a father. However, if you’d like to come over and chat sometime, so we can get to know each other...I’d be alright with that.”

“I’d like that,” he says with a slight smile. “Thank you, Sayuri.” He pauses. “Sayuri, your mother--”

“Is very much single,” she replies, barely refraining from rolling her eyes at the not-so-subtle relief in Kyouraku’s eyes at her answer. It was embarrassing, really, how hopelessly, obviously infatuated he was with her. About as embarrassing as the hopelessly obvious crush he had on Akira.

She thinks it says a lot about her mother that Sayuri isn’t the least bit surprised Shiori’s somehow managed to get the same man to fall for her twice without trying. Three times, if she includes her one night as Sakura.

Sousuke, of course, finds it hilarious.

“Does this mean I have your approval?” Kyouraku asks, looking at her closely.

Sayuri thinks about it for a moment. Honestly, it might take a man hopelessly, obviously in love to get through to someone as stubbornly oblivious as her mother could be.

“Her favorite flowers are gardenias,” she says, which is an answer in itself. Judging by the way Kyouraku’s shoulders relax, he hears her unspoken message.

Treat her well.

Sousuke, meanwhile, is mostly excited about the added challenge having a captain of the Gotei 13 around all the time will bring to their ruse (not to mention all the added attention once the truth of their parentage becomes public). He’s really curious to see if his ‘Superhero’s overenthusiastic, awkward biggest fan’ persona will hold up to Kyouraku’s scrutiny and he’s thrilled to put his acting skills to the test (no one has ever questioned his act, because no one’s ever been given a reason to. He wants to see if Kyouraku will be the first).

He’s willing to grudgingly accept Kyouraku courting his mom because Kyouraku makes her happy (even if she won’t admit it). That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get his revenge by acting like the most embarrassing, useless, weakling son ever, playing up his “I’m a pathetic fanboy” act as much as possible, to Shiori and Sayuri’s exasperation.

Honestly both twins are way less stressed than Shiori is about accidentally being discovered, because their reasoning is if they are discovered, they’ll just leave and be superheros full time, no biggie.

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birdnamedenza · 2 years

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„I need you to pull over!“

@sicktember

This was actually the very first story I wrote for Sicktember. For some reason, I hadn't ventured into carsickness territory before, even though I'm in love with the whole "Pull over!" trope. The urgency of the request and the instant turmoil it creates for everyone involved is just one of a kind. By the way, I have no idea why bickering friend groups are such a favorite of mine. It would mean infinite stress for me in real life, but it's such an entertaining and interesting dynamic in fiction.

TW: Vomiting, alcohol

All it took to ruin the day was one wrong turn. The fact that they were having a blast at the cinema only hours ago – completely forgotten. Their drinking games and mindless laughter at the club – a thing of the past. Now the atmosphere in the car was so dense it could be cut with a knife. Good thing no one seemed to have a knife at hand, they might have been tempted to use it.

Luka – the one at the wheel – was sporting a particulary grouchy pout, eyebrows knitted closely. Every now and then, he let out a grumbling noise to make sure all passengers were aware that he was in the worst of moods. Thien had been fallen asleep for a while, but after giving himself away with a rumbling snore, Tiago had woken him up via elbow in the ribs. After some bantering, it had now become quiet again on the backseats. Tiago stared into the pitch black night behind the window with a grim expression while Thien kept on tapping his foot.

This constant rhythm of impatience felt like a hammer drill deep inside of Isaiah’s bowels. He was stuck in the front seat, desperately trying to fall asleep ever since the heated argument had subsided.

„Why don’t you get a navigator when you’re too dumb to read street signs?“, Tiago had shouted once he realized they had missed the junction to the freeway and were now stuck on the long, winding mountain road.

„Why didn’t you warn me, huh?“ Luka had been pissed ever since they drew lots for the designated driver and his name had shown up. He had subtely accused Thien of cheating, then resigned to his fate, but not without the occasional passive-aggressive jibe. „Oh wait, it’s because none of you guys can hold your liquor.“

„Come on, you’re still not over staying sober for once?“, Thien had fueled the fire.

„You’re the ones who can’t stop bitching about this little detour.“

„Little detour?“ Tiago spat out his words. „We’re going to arrive an hour later, minimum. Maybe two, if you keep on crawling at such a snail’s pace. Can’t you just turn around?“

„Wow, I had no idea your brain was that fried. Like, do you have eyes or what? The road barely fits two cars, only way I can turn is by going down the hillside, if his lordship preferred so.“

Everyone had insulted each other for a while until they had finally resigned to annoyed silence. But still, Isaiah couldn’t get the rest his body craved. Every turn and twist of the narrow road caused a riot in his belly. His stomach had become a washing machine, sloshing around the mixture of drinks and popcorn and cheesy nachos he had consumed this evening.

It didn’t help that the night blocked out most of the outside view, depriving him of something he could focus on. Isaiah‘s pale reflection was staring back from the window, the sickly white skin causing his countless freckles to stand out even more. He had his middle-length red hair pulled back into a ponytail which tucked at his scalp, only adding to the headache. Maybe he should untie it, but then again, it would at least protect his hair from being coated in chunks if he actually had to hurl. Which he planned to avoid at all costs.

„Mom won’t let me borrow the car for at least two weeks if I’m late“, Tiago growled, apparently bugged by the lack of conversation – an argument seemed to be better than boredom.

„Because it’s my fault you still live with your parents. At 23.“ A new surge of anger caused Luka to take the next hairpin bend much more abruptly. Isaiah‘s stomach leaped up to his throat, forcing out a gag he tried to muffle against his arm. No one else seemed to be under the weather from the alcohol and he didn’t want them to notice. There was a reason they always placed the redhead in the front seat, him being notorious for not holding his booze quite so well.

„And it’s not my fault that none of you assholes has a car yet. You’re depending on mom’s mercy just as much as I do.“

„Why am I an asshole now?“, Thien protested. „You know I’m saving up for a car, but college is a money hungry whore.“

„Plus no one on the entire planet still has a curfew at fuck-ing twen-ty-three“, Luka added with triumphant rage.

„That’s because she’s worried about her car, not about me!“

The increasing volume of the pointless quarrel exascerbated the pounding behind Isaiah’s temples. He wanted to scream at his friends, tell them to shut up, but he was scared something different than words would escape his lips. At least the irate voices drowned out the aggressive gurgling of his stomach. His internal washer had officially entered the spin cycle. He tried to focus on his breath, but it only caused a wet hiccup, accompanied by the sour taste of bile. The hot liquid brought back a hint of nacho cheese, adding more fuel to the nausea fire.

Isaiah’s mouth quickly filled with warm saliva. He frantically tried to swallow it down, but couldn’t keep up with the pace. His palms were sweaty, sticky, just like his back. His face. Something deep inside of his stomach cramped. There was no way he could hold it in for much longer.

„Pull over“, he uttered, trying his best not to drool while he talked. A thick drop fell onto his lap.

„No way“, Luka growled. „We’re already running late, you can take a piss when we’re home.“

Isaiah let out a shuddery breath that turned into a belch, forcing up a mouthful of vomit. His cheeks bulged for a moment, but he was determined enough to swallow it right back. The taste was utterly disgusting, foul and bitter with a subtle note of artificial cheddar. It instantly caused him to gag again.

„You don’t understand. I need you to pull over. Now!“

„He’s about to blow chunks!“, Tiago alerted from the backseat. „Don’t you dare to hurl in my mother’s car!“

„Oh no, please don’t barf, please don’t barf…“ Thien sounded even more anxious than Isaiah felt. He was a sympathetic puker and he couldn’t stand the sounds, let alone the smell that came with the entire process. Isaiah’s body began to tremble. He didn’t want to spoil the car and humiliate himself in front of his friends, but the nausea became overwhelming.

„Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ Luka hectically began to look around, causing the car to sway even more. Isaiah doubled over with a sloppy heave.

„Why don’t you just stop the car?“ Thien almost screamed.

„What, right here? The road’s a winding mess, do you want me to park in the bend and cause a collision? Oh, and the mountainside is steep af and it’s right next to the asphalt, there is no place to fucking pull over!“

„There has to be a bag somewhere“, Tiago groaned and immediately started to search. „Hold it in! Do you hear me? You gotta hold it in!“

Isaiah tried. He really did. Too bad his stomach hadn’t received the instruction and kept on churning violently. His muscles contracted and, to his horror, he felt another wave of vomit pushing up his throat. Quickly, his hand flew up to his mouth, trying to contain the flood. His eyes widened in sheer panic as a trickle of his own sick was leaking between his fingers.

„Swallow it down!“, Tiago commanded. „There’s gotta be a viewpoint somewhere, we‘ll be there any minute.“

Even though the thought of forcing down the rancid slush once again was enough to make Isaiah’s body spasm under another retch, he tried to initiate one big gulp. The effect was astounding, just not in the way the redhead had intended. His stomach instantly went into reverse gear and shot up a massive gush of puke, spraying through his fingers like a waterfall. Isaiah moaned in pain and embarrasment before he lurched forward, only held back by the safety belt. He projectile vomited all over the dashboard, coating it in semi-liquid mush and chunks of soggy tortilla chips.

„I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!“ Tiago’s voice had turned into an angry roar with a little bit of a suppressed sob mixed in.

„Give him a break, can’t you see he’s feeling sick?“, Thien bravely jumped to Isaiah‘s defense, even though he had already gagged at least twice himself. He tried to reach around the seat to awkwardly pat his friend‘s back.

„Thanks, I’ve noticed“, Tiago barked. „He knows he’s a lightweight, we all know, why did we even allow him to get so fucking wasted? Goddamn asshole.“

„Oh, shut up, Ti.“ Even Luka spoke up, usually being the only one who found it hilarious when one of his friends tossed their lunch. „You didn’t complain earlier, you just cared about your own luck of the draw.“

Isaiah would have been moved if he wasn’t shaken by another heave. He doubled over as much as he could and brought up a gooey mixture of melted cheese, sour cream and alcohol. It splattered onto his lap, forming a puddle that quickly seeped through the fabric of his pants. The seatbelt pressed uncomfortably against his aching stomach, intensifying the nausea.

„You’re going to clean this up with your bare hands“, Tiago growled. The very idea of it caused Isaiah to retch again. One of his hands was covered in vomit already, he couldn’t handle the thought of being forced to touch the lumpy mess he had just expelled. More off-white gruel swapped over his lips and heavily plopped on his legs.

„Come on, let him get it all out in peace. I’ll clean the car if you stop bitching about it“, Luka offered with a defeated sigh. „By the way, there’s the overlook you were talking about.“

„It’s a little too late now.“

„It’s not“, Thien burped, cupping his mouth with both hands.

„Ah, damn it. I hate all of you.“ Luka finally pulled over. Before they had stopped entirely, Thien scrambled out of the car and immediately started to throw up. All of the gargling and bubbling and gagging he produced caused Isaiah to heave again, spewing strands of bile that burned his sore throat and stubbornly clung to his lips.

„I’m… so sorry“, he mumbled, cheeks flushed, eyes closed. He didn’t want to look at his stomach contents that had soiled the car and himself. With his clean hand, he shakily wiped the puke stains from his face and rubbed it onto his clothes. They were ruined anyways. „I volunteer to be the driver next time.“

„Don’t worry about it“, Luka grinned and pulled up a scrunched up bag of chips from under his seat. „Guess who’s found a barf bag? You know, we still have to get you down this mountain. The only downside is that you and Thien might have to share…“

Isaiah moaned, sinking back into his seat. At least for this one dreadful night, he was determined to never touch alcohol again for the rest of his life.

#sicktember 2022 #sicktember #sickfic #vomiting #emeto #vomit tw #whump #emeto tw #emetophilia #carsickness #carsick #hangover #sympathy puke

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vsa-pieldepapel · 2 years

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hi, umm I'd like to thank you for using your brain when it comes to shipping. Most of the time all I see are endless tropes parroted ad verbatim, so someone dissecting a character and being able to identify these issues is foreign and welcome. Hell, as someone who has some of these issues I would like to thank you for putting a name to 'em.

I think tropes can be used effectively, and on certain contexts can feed “surface level enjoyment” perfectly. Sometimes you just need the dopamine injection of characters being cute together. But I really feel you on that getting dull or not satiating enough, or at least needing underlying structure to feed the dopamine. (And im a contrarian to a fault so high five on trying to look more into what lots of people repeat kek)

Interestingly when it came to suselle, I spotted all this shit while playing the whole thing blind without fandom involvement. Tweets from that experience are fucking hilarious, I was doomed from day 1

fandom being militant about it just killed whatever little enjoyment was left. I don’t think Susie and Noelle have chemistry purely in canon, if I am real, Susie’s reactions to Noelle’s hints and advances struck me as discomfort (dunno why, my brain interpreting social cues or the pictographic body language of the sprites differently? whatever)… i could go on about this so I will bite my tongue to not make another 3000 word essay jesus… in conclusion, I think it can be cool to write relationships that start for shallow reasons and go sour. angst can be engaging too

ALL THAT STUPID BULLSHIT ASIDE. To get to the meat of it. Im glad it helped you to learn about these concepts. I really recommend Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents, my gateway book to this (I got it on pdf on libgen iirc) and reading about narcissistic parenting and complex post traumatic stress disorder in general. Pete Walker is the therapist from those screenshots and all the articles on his website are like getting a veil lifted off your eyes, if you’re interested in it to understand your own struggles better or even just to apply it to fictional characters, fuck it info is info. And I’m glad you find my take on suselle/shipping refreshing!! Encouraging messages like this one really make me feel more at ease when anxiety about peoples reactions eats at my brain, so know this message means a ton to me too and is refreshing in itself. Have a nice day

#vsa answers #deltarune #noelle holiday #doodle #digital #thank you thank you this means a ton to me I just don’t wanna sound elitist about it kek #have a blessed day

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spaceumbredoggos · 3 months

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Why you shouldn’t use aversive privilege revoking as a “punishment” for PDA autism.

Disclaimer: When I speak of the word “Privilege” I mean it as a term for screen time, time devoted to special interests, and even in some cases my mattress. Trigger warning is in effect for abuse (taking the mattress away, being forced to sleep outside.) and abuse enabling by mandated reporters. I am not saying that privilege revoking in of it itself is an abusive practice. But it is something you should avoid.

That being said, all of the mentioned events are true. I will not place citations as these are personal experiences. In a world where people are realizing the harmfulness of spanking and corporal punishment, that taking away privileges can be just as detrimental. Keep in mind this doesn’t exclude age appropriate consequences such as when a kid breaks a toy that they don’t get to play with those toys if and only if underlying issues are addressed. There are natural consequences for behavior that should be taught. What I am talking about is revoking privileges for symptoms of mental illness and neurodiversity.

Accepting neurodiversity is learning that you have PDA specific autism that lurks with problems in executive dysfunction instead of harshly punishing your autistic child heavily by taking everything away from them (screens, books… my mattress was taken from me from a PDA shutdown.) Taking things away from children as a consequence causes children not to learn from their behavior. An example of this is when my parents and shitty ABA therapists would take away my laptop, Nintendo switch, basically anything that would have to do with my special interests as a form of punishment for whenever I would eat in my room (for context, we had consistent problems with ants.) Not only did this encourage me to hide food wrappers and evidence of eating in my room, it would cause me to have a panic attack whenever I would get near getting caught, causing conflict and emotional stress that would lead to yelling and emotional abuse from both ends. Not to mention, a lot of this was a form of stimming with safe foods that I would eat in excess (essentially a binge eating disorder of sorts.) My parents then punished me by trying to get me to buy everything I ate in excess at Costco, which was a sensory unhealthy place. I was feeling beyond ashamed at this point where I wanted to die. I was hospitalized and after the hospitalization, I had my phone and other electronics taken away until I finished with school. This was to not “taint my mind” any further. (I’m glossing over the full story for a lot of privacy reasons, and for the fact that I don’t want any of my content to capitalize on the mistakes of what has been done to me. For example, if I were to make a YouTube video on this, I would turn off ad revenue and donate to an autistic led organization.)

Anyways, aversive punishment for a PDA autistic individual doesn’t remove the undesirable behavior and makes undesirable behaviors more frequent such as violent PDA specific meltdowns, shutdowns, and burnout. It also fails to address why the undesired behavior takes place in the first place. I would get severe anxiety from losing my privileges and any fact that I would consider losing my privileges. Adults in my life were never clear, and would make me carry out all my tasks before telling me if I lost all my privileges. The rules were never clear, where sometimes, the boundary was set too soon while other times, the boundary was set too late.

I used to have violent PDA avoidant meltdowns that were treated with ABA therapy. Keep in mind, this intervention was put in place because I was at risk for being put in an institution at a preteen age. The aversive practices didn’t start at the beginning. It started out when I had drawn on the walls during a violent PDA meltdown. They had restricted my access to television until my walls were clean. They stuck with this punishment for months on end until my dad decided to paint over it with me. A natural consequence, but then they kept the restricted access to television rule whenever I would have a “violent outburst” so that every time I would have one, I would lose access to the television for an entire week.

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥

summary ─ you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to answer him when the idea struck you. his offer.

pairing ─ bestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, bucky is also the reader’s roommate, kissing, oral sex, making out, beard burn, dirty talk, sexy pictures, lingerie shopping with bucky, cam sex, OF accounts lol, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, i don’t know shit about creating sexy content jsyk lmao, very light choking

a/n ─ inspired by this ask! spider nonnie had blessed us with this great idea. edits and yellings happened and here i am lmao thank you @nix-akimbo for the edits, i drooled and screamed and had to change my panties:) hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youu!! (pictures i used for bucky are edits from, again, @nix-akimbo <3

p.s.: so sorry for the delay! enjoy 5.2k words of filth! pls let me know what you think

It was sort of an off day for both you and Bucky. After having to deal with all the exams and applying to colleges, today was a calm and relaxing day for you. Bucky offered to go somewhere where you could both just be outside and have a change of scenery after holing up in your rooms or dragging yourselves from one class to another. You agreed easily.

His choice was Central Park; he was claiming that some green and soil under your palms might do you good, and you couldn’t see why not. With a small picnic bag kind of thing, you went to Central Park and sat down on the thing sheet you brought from home. It was very nice out; the sun was smiling down at you people and there was a soft breeze. You could hear birds chirping, kids playing and dogs barking. It was peaceful.

“God,” you heard Bucky groan. “I could say ‘fuck it’ to going to college thing and live out here forever.” You chuckled.

“I don’t think you’d like out here very much in winter,” you said as you grabbed a strawberry and handed it to him. With a soft hum, Bucky took it. “Though I wouldn’t say no to the ‘fuck it’ part.”

Bucky frowned. “What? Why?” You sighed. It had been troubling you for some time now, and even though your parents said that they would be supporting you, you still didn’t like the idea of making them pay for your schooling.

“College is expensive as fuck, James,” you grunted quietly. “It’s expensive which means that I have to get a loan, and it’s gonna be a huge problem when I graduate.” Sighing again, you bit into the strawberry in your hand aggressively. Bucky didn’t say anything, opting to stay silent, you continued after swallowing the juicy fruit you just bit.

“I mean,” you started. “I’ll probably apply to some of the scholarships, but I doubt that I’ll get one. M’parents said they’ll help me, but I don’t wanna be a burden.” You watched Bucky changing his position. Your mind was racing to find some brilliant idea that was going to help you get through this money issue. Scholarships were very hard to get, you could work ─ it was more likely to be happen anyway ─ or you could just let your parents crush under your college bill. You snorted when a thought struck you, causing Bucky to give you a confused look. “I might start an OnlyFans account. Seems like it’s the only way to earn some real money to get through college properly.” Bucky grimaced for a second, and then his face got thoughtful. When he looked back at you, he started snickering.

“Okay,” he agreed, grinning. “But promise me that if you ever want to create content with someone, it’s gonna be me, alright?” You chuckled. You knew that Bucky had a crush on you during your first year in high school, but he was over it now was what he said a year ago.

“You just want to have an excuse to kiss and feel me up, Barnes,” you said playfully. Bucky shot you a cocky smirk, causing you to laugh.

“Joke aside, I mean it,” he said after your laughter died down. “Those kinds of things are dangerous if you don’t know your partner. So, I’m offering myself. You know me.” You nodded slowly. Deep down, you knew he was right.

“Yeah, well,” you murmured. “I’ll let you know if I ever decide to do such thing.” Bucky shrugged.

“You have my number, honey,” he said, giving you a soft smile. He had a dreamy expression on his face. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach that the pet name provided and pushed him back from his shoulder. He went down with a yelp.

“Stop thinking about me naked,” you grumbled. Bucky laughed.

It was a nice day.

Looking back, you probably should have taken him up on his offer. This year was your last in college, graduation was crawling close with every breath you took, and the closer you get to your graduation day, the more stressful your days were becoming. You were drowning in your loans, your rent and your share of bills were waiting for you to pay, your job at the library was on a shaky boat…

It was totally pure luck that you and Bucky were in the same college and decided to be roommates because dorms were too crowded and loud. He was understandable about your money issues, he didn’t have any problems with it since his family was actually rich. It was very nice of him not to force you to pay your part although it didn’t stop you feeling guilty about it.

“Earth to Y/N,” you heard a deep voice and jumped on your seat. Bucky was looking at you with a small smile, worry was waiting to take over his face around the edges. “You alright, honey?” You hummed approvingly, nodding at the same time.

“Just thinking,” you said, closing the book you’ve been trying to read for an hour now. “Got lost in my head.” Bucky didn’t say anything but continued to watch you. The worry was slowly taking over his face. “I’m fine, Bucky, really.”

“Look,” he started, “I’ve known you nearly for nine years now, so I know when something isn’t alright. What is it?” You sighed. You hated bothering him with your money issues because you knew that he was just going to offer to pay everything himself, and just let you be his roommate without having to pay anything ever again. You couldn’t have that. You also knew that he wasn’t going to let you go if you didn’t tell him what had been going around in your head.

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to answer him when the idea struck you.

His offer.

You looked at him. The corners of your lips were curling upwards slowly as the expression on his face got more confused and worried.

“Why are you looking at me like you are about to kill me?” He asked, tentatively taking a few steps back. You grinned. You probably looked like a psychopath right now, but if he was still up to it, this thing was going to help you a lot.

“Do you remember the conversation we had in Central Park while we were still in high school? It was a week after the applications,” you explained. He frowned for a second.

“We had a lot of conversations that day, honey, be more specific,” he said, and you nodded. He was right. You’ve stayed there for hours and talked about thousands of things.

“We were talking about how expensive the college is and I said I might start an OnlyFans account? You made me promise that I’ll come to you if I ever wanted to create content with someone. Remember now?” You watched his eyes grow wide with a smirk.

“Um,” he stammered. “Look, I’m definitely on board with that, but I want you to know that I can cover you if you want, alright? Like, y-you don’t have to post pictures or videos of your body just to pay rent, I can handle it, okay?” Your smirk turned into a soft, fond smile.

“I know, James,” you murmured softly, “Thank you.” Then, you stood up from your seat and walked up to him. Your fingers trailed over the sharp cut of his jawline, nails scratching his scruff. “Even though the main reason of why I wanna do this is paying my share of rent and bills, but I won’t say no to get laid. God knows I need it,” you scoffed at yourself. “So, are you going to help me, James?” You looked at him through your lashes. You could see that his eyes darkening and feel his jaw twitching.

“You really want it to be me?” He asked. You nodded. Other than casual hook-ups, both of you were single, and you lived in the same apartment so, it was supposed to work perfectly. Bucky’s eyes darkened more like it was possible and stepped forward to press his body against yours. “We gotta set some rules,” he said as he brushed your hair back gently. You shivered. You’ve been this close before, he shouldn’t have been affecting you this much, but fuck him, he was.

“Okay,” you whispered. He smiled and leaned in just a little bit so that your lips would brush against each other. You gasped softly.

“Yeah, I know what you need, honey,” he whispered, and then smiled. Pulling back, he gave you a smirk. “Gotta go, but we’ll talk about the rules tonight,” he said and in ten seconds, he was out.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you let your body fall back onto the plush couch. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure about the whole thing because you knew he was going to ruin you for all the other men. “I’m fucked,” you whined.

Royally, you added in your mind and whined a bit more.

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It was a week later when you decided to start.

Like he said, you talked about all the rules and things about what to do and avoid, and then you set up an account. Bucky went and bought a camera just for this purpose, and when you complained about it, he promised to use it for other purposes, too. After everything was ready, he took you out for a lingerie shopping.

“You’re already sexy as hell, honey,” he had said, “but we gotta make you look even sexier. I have an eye, y’know it, so I’m gonna help.”

Now, you were in a red colored lacy number with garter belt and fishnet stockings adorning your legs. You had shiny leather gloves that went up to your mid-upper arms. You decided to forego the shoes, and Bucky agreed. When you were done with putting on everything Bucky bought for you, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked fucking sexy.

“You ready?” You heard Bucky ask and took a deep breath. You couldn’t help but feel nervous because Bucky was about to see you in a fucking sexy lingerie. He was about to your ass in its all glory since you were wearing a thong. “Y/N?”

You got out of the bathroom before you could convince yourself to give up the whole OnlyFans idea, and honestly? The look on Bucky’s face made it damn worth it that you didn’t back out.

He straightened up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed. His eyes went dark quickly. His face darkened, and you saw his lips parting before his tongue peeked out to lick his lips very invitingly. His now-almost-black eyes moved down and up and down again on your body, and he took a deep breath.

“Motherfuck, Y/N, you look so fucking sexy,” he grunted, it was actually very close to a groan, your brain noted. Bucky took another deep breath and held his hand out to you. “C’mere, baby,” he whispered. Shivering lightly, you walked up to him, taking his hand. His fingers wound into yours immediately, squeezing just a little, and he pulled you forward.

With a gasp, you fell onto his lap, arms wound up around his neck and his arms around your waist. His body was so warm, so solid and big under you, you felt like you were very close to fainting.

“Damn,” he whispered, “You were already beautiful, and now in this thing? Fuck me, you have no idea how gorgeous you look, love.” You whimpered just a little, scooting a bit forward on his lap, plastering your own chest to his. His white, wifebeater was only providing you a nice view of his bulging biceps and giving you a little peek of his pecs. His sweatpants, however, they were doing very little to hide… things.

“James…” You breathed. Bucky cursed under his breath and pulled back just for a second to reach behind you. You knew he started the recording, you knew that there would be a little red light blinking at you; you shivered. This was so unlike you, but you wanted to it. Wanted to do it with Bucky.

“Ready, love?” He whispered, and you nodded. “You know what to do if you wanna stop or take a breather, right?” You nodded again. “Tell me your safeword, sweetheart.”

God, you thought, he’s laying it thick on pet names. “Winter,” you whispered. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, making you chuckle lightly.

“Good girl, honey,” he whispered and it was fucking on.

He leaped forward to catch your lips with his, moaning loudly in relief when the soft skin of his lips touched yours, you arched into it. His hands were roaming all over your body, nails dragging lines and making you shiver, while his hands were occasionally grabbing your ass and slapping it lightly. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his tongue licking on your bottom lip, and you felt it slip inside when you gasped.

Bucky already had you putty in his hands, you realized, and you wondered what you were going to be in when he was done with you.

“Alright,” he said with a low voice. He gathered you up in his arms and stood, turning around, he placed you in the middle of your bed. “I’m gonna take some pictures, that okay baby?” You nodded, teeth already digging into your bottom lip. Bucky watched your face a couple seconds; his thumb saving your bottom lip from the abuse of your teeth and he stroked it slowly. You poked your tongue out to lick his thumb, and then closed your lips around the digit. “Shit,” he cursed. “Pictures,” he grunted as he pulled his finger out of your mouth. You giggled.

He grabbed his phone that was sitting on your bedside drawer. He did a quick work on opening his camera app and looked at you. “Turn around. Lemme see that peach, hm?” You felt heat licking all over your body as you gasped. Slowly turning around, you pulled your knees under you as you stretched your arms forward to grab the headboard. This position gave your back a beautiful arch, you knew it.

“Goddamn,” he whispered as he moved himself around to get a good light for the picture, and you heard the soft ‘click’ sound a few seconds later. You looked at him over your shoulder, lifting your head just a little. You heard another ‘click’. Smirking, also feeling that you were gaining some sort of self-confidence, you placed your knees apart from each other on the bed, spreading them widely.

“God-fucking-damn, sweetheart,” Bucky groaned. He shuffled and pressed ‘click’ a couple times. You buried your head in the bed and deepened arch of your back, wiggling your ass playfully. Bucky hummed. He reached out to grab one of your cheeks, to dig his fingers into the soft flesh, and you gasped with the sudden touch. Click. Bucky hummed again and slapped your ass lightly. You moaned, pressing against the touch of his large and warm hand, you lay down on your chest.

Bucky trailed one finger down from your crack to your pussy. “Soaking it already?” He asked, voice low and hoarse. Lust, your brain realized, making you moan. Bucky rubbed you there with his thumb, over the soft fabric, and his other fingers dug themselves into the meat of your ass. “On your front,” he said, slapping your ass again. Swallowing a whimper, you did as he said.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. You hummed and arched your back again, giving him a nice view of your chest. Click, click, click. Smiling, you lifted yourself up on your elbows. You could see that your effects for the pictures did not go waste: Bucky was hard and tenting his sweatpants. You lifted one of your legs in the air and pressed the sole of your feet to his stomach, right over his abs. You saw his cock twitching under the fabric, and your smile turned into a smirk.

“Drop the phone,” you whispered as you maneuvered yourself onto your knees, still facing him but also facing to the bulge in his sweatpants. Bucky did as you said and put the phone on the ground. “Lemme see you?” You asked next while pulling your gloves off. Bucky nodded and pulled his wifebeater off in a second.

He was a fucking god.

His beautifully tanned and smooth skin and taut muscles were blinking at you cheekily. You could see a faint happy trail leading to his cock. His arms were a bulging muscles and veins mess, and you wanted to trace those veins with your tongue.

Instead, you leaned forward and nosed his happy trail. His low groan and cursing were deaf to your ears because all you were focused on was the bulge that was touching your chin. You shuffled a bit forward and pulled his sweatpants down to his mid-thighs, making his cock slap against his stomach.

Thank fuck for Bucky Barnes and his love for going commando.

You’ve watched his dick swinging so many times when both of you were home. You’ve seen his dick both erect and flaccid through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Finally, you were seeing it naked and all in display for you to play.

“Love,” Bucky whispered as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. He sounded turned on. Good, you thought and grabbed his cock. Nosing right under his cock head, you inhaled the natural musk smell coming off of him. You were so goddamn wet just by smelling him, you knew deep into your fucking bones that you were ruined for all the other men already.

Tongue poking out, you licked him clean with slow, kitten licks. Bucky cursed. He couldn’t tear his eyes off you; he watched you as you wrapped your beautiful lips around his cock, watched your tongue licking him from root to top.

Bucky was going fucking crazy.

“Y/N, holy shit,” he moaned when you took him in your mouth. His eyes closed briefly as he tossed his head back with the pleasure. You hummed and bobbed your head up and down. He felt so nice, so thick and full in your mouth; you never wanted to let him go. Bucky grunted when you swallowed around him. He was already so damn close, it was embarrassing.

“Baby,” he said. “I’ll come if you continue to do that again.” You made a soft sound. You wanted him to come in your mouth, but there was this whole video thing to go through, so you pulled off. Bucky, always good at reading you, stroked your cheek. “Some other time I’ll let you have it in your mouth, alright?” You nodded. He smiled. “Move up,” he commanded, inclining his head towards the bed. You scrambled to follow his order. You spread your legs as soon as you were in a comfy position.

“I could eat you up…” He whispered. He crawled towards you on his knees, sweatpants ditched already and he was naked. He looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours intimately. Bucky nosed your clothed core. “Maybe I should…”

Whimpering, you wiggled slightly. He chuckled. It was a dark sound that sent chills down your spine. He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder. Laying down on his stomach, he licked a fat line over the fabric.

“James!” You cried out. He rubbed his scruff covered jaw all over your inner thighs. His fingers grabbed the hem of your panties and he pulled them down, ripping them under the fishnet stockings and he threw them somewhere in the room. You gasped at the strength show. You could feel yourself getting even wetter. “Fuck,” you whispered. Bucky smirked. His tongue poked out to lick you clean.

It took you a second to realize that he was mimicking your ministrations on you. You let out a laugh which turned into a moan as the tip of his tongue nudged your clit. Arching your back, you grabbed his long hair. You knew he was good with his mouth; no mouth like his could be bad, anyhow.

“God, James,” you whispered harshly. He licked, licked, sucked and licked again, and you were going crazy. His beard was rubbing all over the slick and soft flesh, irritating the skin there. You were loving the fact that you were going to have some nice beard burn tomorrow.

Bucky slurped, licked you clean and flicked his tongue against your clit one last time before he pulled back. As much as he wanted you to come on his face, he wanted your first orgasm to happen on his dick.

You whined as he pulled back but purred in satisfaction when he laid on you, caging you under his big and muscle-y body. He was making you feel small and precious and honestly, you loved that feeling. It felt even better when it was Bucky.

“Lemme see them, yeah?” He whispered as he slowly peeled your bra off. Throwing it somewhere when it came off, Bucky didn’t waste any time to latch on to one of your nipples.

“Fuck!” You yelped at the sudden warmth around the delicate flesh, back bowing and chest pushing against his face even more with the new position. He flicked his tongue around, sucked and you felt his teeth nipping the flesh lightly. One of his hands was grabbing your other breast, fingers rolling the nipple. “Jaaames!” You whined, your fingers were still wound up tight in his hair. He hummed and pulled back with a pop.

“Fine,” he grumbled, turning your world upside down in a blink.

With a gasp, you were flipped around and were put on your stomach with your hips tilted up. Bucky’s knees were right outside of your thighs while your legs were as spread wide as they could. You could feel his hard cock right against your wet pussy, and you couldn’t help but moan and wiggle your ass a bit. Bucky groaned. His hips moved against yours, cock dragging up and down on your pussy as he reached for a condom. Both of you were clean and you were on pill, but he still wanted to make sure that you were not to get pregnant.

Bucky placed his hands on your waist and slowly moved them up and wound on of them in your hair. He made a fist, pulling them tightly to the side to expose your neck. You gasped and whimpered.

“Ready, baby?” He asked. You nodded. “You sure? Y’alright?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Yeah, ‘m fine, please.” Wiggling your ass against his cock, you moaned lightly. Bucky cooed at you softly, his free hand roaming all over your back in a soothing move. His fingers dipped into the holes of the stockings, ripping them just a little to make some room, and then he dipped his fingers inside of you. You cried out. Immediately clenching around the long and thick digits, you moaned.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky cursed. “Tight as a fucking virgin, shit.” You hummed and canted your hips against him, practically riding his fingers. He made a sound of approval, removed his fingers and lined his cock up.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, gimme!”

“Alright, love, don’t worry. I’mma give you what you need.” Swearing once again, Bucky slid inside of you with one slow thrust.

You screamed. Your back arched, hips tilted even higher and you clenched around his hard cock. Bucky cursed. His fingers were grabbing your hair tighter, almost making your scalp hurt, but you were loving the sting. You moaned and hummed as he started to thrust in and out. His pace was careful and slow, and remained like that until he deemed that you adjusted his length and width.

“God, shit, James,” you moaned. “You feel so good in me, so big…” Eyes closed, you threw your head back. Bucky responded your moan with his own. Just like you said, you felt so damn good around him. It felt like his cock was being wrapped tightly with hot silk. “Faster?” You asked, looking at him over your shoulder with wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he let go of your hair and placed both hands on your hips for support. His hips fastened their pace. His balls, full to the brim, were swinging back and forth, occasionally slapping against your slicked covered skin. You were so wet that every movement of Bucky’s cock in you was making an obscene squelching sound. You could feel your thighs getting wetter with Bucky’s each thrust.

“James,” you whispered. “Fuck, James, ‘m close.” Your harsh whisper reached to his ear between the loud thrusts of his hips, and he grabbed you by the waist and throat to pull you up. You made a sobbing sound as the changed position made his cock drove in you even deeper. You loved the feeling of having him deep.

Bucky hugged you close to his chest; one of his arms was around your waist while the other was winding under your right arm, his right hand was loosely wrapped around your throat. You found the loose hand on your throat surprisingly grounding, and you sighed. Your hips flushed against his, you looked like you were sitting on his thighs in this position.

“Come whenever you wanna, love,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your cheek. The arm around your waist shifted on your hip, and he resumed his thrusts.

Having him way deeper was going to push you off the edge quicker than before, you could feel it. The tension in your belly was coiling with every single thrusts of his, your clit throbbing and your walls clenching around him; you were right there.

You sobbed. Your hands scrambled to grab any part of him; one of them wound up in his hair while the other grabbed the back of his thigh. “Yes,” you whimpered. “There!” You moaned when a little shift in his thrust lightened something up in you. “Fuck, ‘m─” Gasping, you swallowed the sob down. Your legs were trembling, pussy and stomach visibly clenching, you felt your nipples tighten up almost painfully.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky moaned loudly. His long hair was obscuring his face just a little bit, the ends of it tickling your shoulders. His scruff was rubbing against your neck, you could feel his happy trail against your ass, and with all these heightened senses you couldn’t hold onto your orgasm any longer.

You came on Bucky’s cock with a scream got trapped in your throat suddenly. Mouth wide open with a silent scream, your body convulsed and trembled against Bucky’s. If it weren’t his arms holding you upright against his chest, you would have collapsed face-first down on the bed, you knew it.

The spectacular fog of orgasm had covered your mind, making you vaguely aware of Bucky’s jack-rabbit thrusts. He was panting in your ear, hands tightened on your flesh and throat, you could feel his cock twitching in you. You turned your head to him lazily, still drowsy from your orgasm. Your hand on his thigh moved to his cheek to turn his face to yours.

“Come for me,” you whined lightly against his lips. You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips and whispered again. “C’mon, James, come for me.” Kissing him again, this time you bit down on his bottom lip and clenched your pussy around him tighter.

He gasped, his thrusts going mad as he moved his hips one, two, three more times before he stilled. Cock twitching, balls tightening up, he came inside the condom as his body crumpled forward. As he went down on the bed, he took you with him. Never letting you go, he cuddled you against his chest.

Five minutes later, breathing turned back normal, Bucky chuckled. “Goddamn,” he said and you grunted in approval. “You alright? Was I too rough?” You shook your head as you gave him thumbs up. He chuckled again. He rubbed your hips gently as he pulled out of you slowly. You grimaced as he did and watched him disposing the condom. He got off the bed, stopping the recording. “I don’t think this video will ever need an editing, but we’ll see I guess,” he murmured. He walked into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up and himself, and then joined you back in the bed with camera in his hands.

“Shall we watch it before we upload it online?” He asked, brow cocked. You looked at him; his hair was a mess and his lips were red, his body had sweat glistening all over. He looked thoroughly fucked out, and you wanted to see him fucking you while looking like this for… who knows how many minutes. So, you nodded. “Alright,” he murmured and poked around the camera. You settled against his arm, head resting on his meaty shoulder. “Here we go…”

──

It was no surprise that watching fifty-six minutes of heavenly sex tape had led you to another round of sex. This time you riding Bucky into oblivion as he dirty talked the shit out of you.

At the very end, you decided to post the pictures first because Bucky was a bit hesitant about posting your very first sex tape online since it was ‘probably amateur’ and ‘you needed to get better a little’. You didn’t buy it, of course.

So, you cornered him only to learn that he didn’t want the video of you having sex with him the first time to be all over the internet, he wanted to keep it private. It was a very touching thought.

It only took Bucky to a little bit more cornering to admit that his crush on you back high school had never passed.

“Y-you… What?” You asked, feeling dumb. He chuckled nervously. “You have a crush on me ever since high school?” Feeling absolutely dumb, you kissed him on the lips. Bucky let out a confused noise but returned your kiss anyway. “You idiot!” You shrieked.

“What?” Bucky shrieked at you back. You kissed him again.

“I was depressed all those times thinking that you moved on from me!” You said, causing Bucky to freeze for a second. “I thought you moved on and I lost my chance…” You continued but more softly this time.

“Wait,” Bucky pulled back. “You like me back?” You nodded. He looked at you without blinking for a little while. “We are idiots. You’re in this shit with me.” You snorted as he rolled his eyes. But then, he leaned in to give you the softest kiss ever. You sighed happily. “So, are you up for a ‘congrats-you’re-an-idiot-couple’ sex?” He asked, face scrunching adorably.

Laughing, you climbed on his lap again and kissed him passionately as his answer. Bucky just moaned and indulged in it happily.

#bucky barnes x reader #bestfriend!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x you #bestfriend!bucky #bucky barnes au #shameless

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leonsi · 2 years

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i think the reason i immediately distrust people who diss on 2012 Leo for the times he lashes out is that it shows they don’t have an in-depth understanding of trauma, or at the very least, character analysis and nuance. they’re so quick to villainize a teenager for expressing symptoms of trauma (and, in my personal belief, PTSD), and mental health issues that they don’t take a moment to consider where those symptoms are stemming from.

and this isn’t saying that Leo is perfect, or that all of his actions are excusable on the grounds of mental health, don’t get me wrong. i am a firm believer in accountability, and there have been many moments where i found myself unable to stick up for his actions. but a lot of what people attack him for aren’t his Really Bad mistakes or lapses in character - they judge and mock his trauma responses and the times where he’s completely stressed out and over-burdened.

(more under the cut)

but i will gladly talk about his trauma responses in general! even in my first time watching, it was very obvious that some of the ways Leo behaves or his actions stem from trauma. i think one of the best examples of this is late season four and early season five. i’m not going to lie, Leo can be mean in some of those episodes (i still haven’t forgiven the nerve pinch he gave Raph, and i don’t think i will). he lashes out constantly, he asserts himself where he doesn’t need to, at some points he’s more controlling than ever. ...but there’s a reason for that, other than him being a cold-hearted jerk. his father’s dead and, yeah, boo-hoo, they all lost a dad, but his death cemented Leo’s role as the head of the house, y’know? before, he was pretty much a parent already, but even he had someone to fall back on and get vague advice from. now, he’s all alone, his father’s dying wish was for him to literally be like a father to his brothers despite the fact that he’s only 16-18 himself, and as his family’s respect of him and his position as leader grew, so too did their expectations and how much faith they put in him. now, it is all on his shoulders. can you imagine how stressful that is? adding the fact that he has clearly been dealing with some unresolved shit since season three, is still recovering from, again, having quite literally the whole world on his shoulders, has some unresolved issues from season one regarding the whole leader thing, has to face Shredder (who almost took Everything from him, again and again and again), and several other terrifying threats... honestly, i would pop. his lashing out isn’t just him being mean; it’s a normal response to trauma. heightened anger and aggression, heightened fear leading to anger and aggression, a dizzying obsession with control (because if you control everything, nothing can hurt you, right?), avoiding and bottling up everything leading to an explosion later, avoiding the people who love you, engaging in reckless behavior (like teaming up with Shini and Karai in Broken Foot, which even that he gets hated on for and i genuinely can’t understand why), a preoccupation with revenge and violence... these are just off the top of my head, too. it’s been alluded to several times throughout the series that Leo has been traumatized, the most significant example i can think of is his personality change upon waking up from the coma in s3, and even though Raph was the one with the PTSD episode dedicated to him (the insecta trifecta), i think it’s fairly obvious that they all have some issues. how he’s acting is Completely normal - maybe not entirely justified, At Some Points - but normal and valid, and not something he should be hated on for.

there are... so many examples of this, but i think the one of the ones that people give the least amount of thought to is his relationship with Splinter. i have seen hundreds of posts attacking Leo for being the favorite son, or painting it out to be his fault that Splinter favored him, like he was the one keeping his father’s attention away from his siblings, and it’s kinda upsetting how shallow people are in their views on this. first of all, being a parent’s favorite is never the kid’s fault, and they shouldn’t be treated like it is. there is so much guilt that comes with being the favorite child; it’s crushing and awful and not something i’d wish on anyone. we don’t see it in canon (though if we did, that would be used to mock Leo, too), but as a Favorite, i can confirm it’s There. second of all because of his position as the Favorite, he was used as a second parent and confidante more than a son. he had to mind his siblings, because he was the most responsible and trusted. he had to work harder because favor is a fickle thing and losing it hurts worse than never having it at all. he had to support his father over and over and over again, which isn’t a bad thing, per se, but at his age and the consistency of it (and how much danger it put him in, like tracking down Karai specifically for his father), it definitely wasn’t healthy for him. even hearing about someone else’s problems and having to tuck away your own to support them over and over again (again, like the Karai situation) takes its toll. does being the Favorite award you special privileges? yes, ofc it does. were Raph, Donnie, and Mikey somewhat skimped of their father’s love and attention (though not completely without it ofc) because of his focus on Leo? yeah, absolutely! but it’s not Leo’s fault. and i don’t understand the popularity of acting like it is. he’s a kid, y’all, he’s not scheming on how to monopolize his dad’s time, and he’s not a manipulative jerk for not realizing or acknowledging he’s the favorite. it’s completely Splinter’s fault, through and through.

and second, because this one really grinds my gears, like i said earlier, people love to mock or villainize him for a normal response to trauma and overwhelming pressure. the times he lashes out or takes control by force when in a stressful situation where he and his brothers’ lives are on the line, or when the fate of the world is on his shoulders, or when he is responsible for his family and friends remaining unscathed in a terrifying scenario, or or or... on a shallow, first time viewing, yeah, he seems like a little bit of an obnoxious asshole who just wants to play at being Leader, especially so in the first to second season. and, honestly, sometimes he is! before he’s gained experience as a leader, he is pretty controlling, uptight, and bossy, but then he grows, and he realizes he needs to lead his team in a way that lets them shine. so why does he still sometimes lash out? duh, i’ve said it a million times, trauma and pressure! he is directly responsible for his entire family, and that is a fact he is reminded of (sometimes directly, by Splinter, the parent who is so enamored with him ofc), constantly. he is not allowed to take breaks, he is not allowed to rest, he is not allowed to be anything but perfect. he’s not even allowed to stay home for one mission when his brothers rebelled against him and kicked him out of their little posse because, surprise surprise, a teenager is kind of awful at corralling other teenagers, because it’s his fault that he didn’t put his brothers in line. he is constantly parentified and made into a fatherly/teacher figure for his brothers, even as early as season one, when he still had zero experience, and you honestly don’t think that’s going to have an effect on him? his worth has been centered around how well he can control his brothers, how well he can lead, how perfect he is, and that’s not going to show up when he’s panicking? of course he’s going to be overly-controlling and bossy; that’s what he has been raised to do, and if he isn’t controlling enough and someone gets hurt? regardless of how hard he tried, it’s his fault. and it seems odd to people who have never had to live with this kind of family dynamic, or who have been the younger siblings subjugated to the eldest's iron fist, because they’re all brothers. they should be on the same level, power dynamic wise, right? at least, that’s what Raph, Donnie, and Mikey see. but Splinter has put Leo on a pedestal, pushing him on as a second parent and never once giving him any resources to fall back on or gain his brother’s respect (other than vague advice, anyway), but still punishes him if he doesn’t act like a parent. so, of course, Leo is going to follow his father’s wishes and act as a parent, which, i will admit, can be incredibly annoying to the other three being bossed by their brother. and that’s not even touching on all of his trauma related to being in control, because this section is getting much too long already

mocking and villainizing Leo for when he lashes out or has trauma responses like mentioned above is... scary, honestly. as someone who has PTSD, seeing people utterly despise a character because of how he acted at his lowest, when he was sometimes Extremely relatable, is incredibly upsetting. it feels isolating, and like it’s demonizing people with PTSD who react in “uncomfortable,” or “unsettling,” ways. it just... i don’t know, feels like it’s showing a complete lack of nuance and sympathy/empathy. like mocking someone who can’t shower in front of a depressed person who can’t shower themselves, if that makes any sense. as i stated before, i’m a firm believer in accountability and don’t think some of his actions should be forgotten/passed off simply because they stemmed from trauma, but i think that the utter hatred of Leo for the times he lashed out is unwarranted and kinda offensive. please, hate the character if you want, i don’t give a shit, but don’t hate him because of how he reacts to trauma, and don’t make him out to be an awful person because he acts like what he is: a scared child given way too much responsibility way too soon. or at least keep that shit to yourself if you do.

#a VERY indulgent rant on Leo's character and defending some of his behaviors LMAO #this comes off as pretty whiny and self-centered but hey. i love he.#i dont even want everyone else to hate him i just want them to stop villainizing trauma responses LMAO #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2012 leo #TMNT 2012 #2012 leonardo #VERY long ramble #character analysis #PTSD #trauma

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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I'm absolutely delighted your prompts are open! Your writing is amazing and always makes me smile, it's the best way to start the day along with a cup of coffee!

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are given another chance at raising a child after a family is killed leaving only a young child behind. Lan Sizhui is delighted to have a baby sibling. Though everyone is more or less nervous about it (mostly be Wei Ying is a gremlin) but also there isn't any other options.

ao3

“It’ll be fine,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling his eyes. “Hanguang-jun raised Lan Sizhui, didn’t he? And he turned out fine.”

“I did,” Lan Sizhui said agreeably, then frowned. “I think I did, anyway.”

“Not to be a spoilsport, but, realistically speaking, how much raising did Hanguang-jun actually do with you?” Jin Ling asked, and held up his hands when Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi both glared at him. “I don’t mean any offense or anything! I’m serious. We know he was in seclusion those first few years, right? Who raised you then?”

Lan Sizhui thought about it. “Back in the beginning? Well…that was mostly Teacher Lan, I guess.”

“Teacher Lan’s the best,” Lan Jingyi said loyally, then added, “Well, other than that fondness he has for surprise quizzes. But that’s not applicable to parenting, is it?”

Lan Sizhui made a face that suggested that maybe it was, in some weird way, shape, or form.

“Teacher Lan, really?” Jiang Cheng asked, clearly getting drawn in despite his best intentions – as was often the case. There was a reason their little group swung by the Lotus Pier nearly as often as they did the Cloud Recesses and Jinlin Tower, despite Jin Ling not living there part of the year any longer. “Wasn’t he mostly in recovery for those injuries he got during the war? I would’ve figured Zewu-jun would’ve been more involved, wouldn’t he?”

“He was around sometimes, but no, it was mostly Teacher Lan,” Lan Sizhui said. “Zewu-jun was often busy – he was rebuilding the Lan sect –”

“I was rebuilding the Jiang sect! So what? I still raised Jin Ling, and he wasn’t even supposed to be here – I had to fight the Jin sect for months just to get the opportunity – ”

“Yes, jiujiu, we know!” Jin Ling said hastily. “You don’t have to tell that story again! You didn’t have to tell everyone that story in the first place!”

Jiang Cheng huffed. He was probably going to tell the story again whether they liked it or not.

“I think I see what you’re saying, Jin Ling,” Ouyang Zizhen put in, always a good fellow for throwing himself on a conversational sacrificial sword. “If Lan Sizhui was already a few years old when he was adopted, and then Teacher Lan raised him for the next three years, then he would’ve been old enough to be entered into the Cloud Recesses’ official junior classes by the time Hanguang-jun took charge of his education, right?”

“Yes, that’s what I meant, that’s it exactly!”

“What does it matter?” Lan Sizhui asked.

“Yeah! Hanguang-jun still raised him the rest of the way,” Lan Jingyi put in, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring. “Gave him lessons and tips and all that!”

“Isn’t that something he does as a sect senior anyway?”

“Well, yes, but it’s different for Sizhui, okay?”

“I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with that. After all, the person who teaches the most is the same as the parent, and being the person raising them is what matters no matter when they’re adopted,” Jin Ling said, with an eye on Jiang Cheng, who looked begrudgingly pleased. He looked begrudging all the time, though, so it was probably just pleased. “But my point is – once you were part of the lessons, even if he was raising you the rest of the time, you still already mostly had your personality down by then, right? We’ve never seen what someone raised entirely by Hanguang-jun from birth would be like.”

They all stopped to consider that.

“More than that,” Jin Ling continued. “This kid’ll be raised not just by Hanguang-jun, but by Hanguang-jun as he is now – after he and Senior Wei got together. You know?”

They did know.

“And of course, that’s all putting aside that the kid will be raised by Senior Wei himself, too…”

“Maybe we should start investing in defense talismans,” Jiang Cheng mused. “Because everything is going to explode. Everything.”

“Everything will not explode,” Lan Wangji said calmly.

“Are you sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Because I’m not sure, and I’m more likely to be involved in these hypothetical explosions than you are.”

“Mm. I’m certain.”

“But…”

“Wei Ying will be an excellent father,” Lan Wangji said, and his voice left no room for doubt.

“It’s easy for you to say,” Wei Wuxian whined, though he was smiling now. “You already have the experience of it! They say that it’s easier the second time, when you know what to expect…”

“Do not tell lies,” Lan Qiren said mildly. He was looking over some of Wei Wuxian’s notes – he’d insisted on any new inventions passing through a sanctioned approval process before they were put into practice and had volunteered himself to review them, a matter that had caused Wei Wuxian no end of stress until he realized that Lan Qiren really did intend to approve anything that met his standards and, moreover, understood musical cultivation enough to understand what he was driving at with most of them, even the esoteric ones, at which point Wei Wuxian gotten extremely enthusiastic about the whole thing.

This didn’t mean that they were friends or anything, but they’d at least formed some sort of tentative truce.

Most of the time, anyway.

Wei Wuxian squinted at his old teacher suspiciously. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying that it’s not easier the second time?”

“I am only saying that I have experience in raising a child not my own,” Lan Qiren pointed out, and Wei Wuxian nodded, slightly abashed; he knew that the old man had basically raised Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen, of course, although sometimes he forgot. “The first child I raised was Xichen and his personality as a child was much as it was as an adult: gentle, amiable, friendly, obedient.”

That made sense. Wei Wuxian nodded.

“The second child I raised was Wangji,” Lan Qiren said. “He bit people.”

Wei Wuxian burst out laughing.

Lan Wangj virtuously ignored them both, continuing to write a letter without the slightest hint of embarrassment – even his ears hadn’t turned red. What a shame!

“I can testify to that myself,” Wei Wuxian giggled, leering at his husband in the hopes of getting a rise out of him. “He’s still a biter – for certain lucky people.”

“He was a lot less discriminating when he was younger,” Lan Qiren said, and Wei Wuxian winced, abruptly remembering that Lan Wangji’s uncle was, in fact, still in the room. Luckily it was pretty easy to flirt around Lan Qiren, who didn’t seem to notice most of the time, but it was still a bit awkward. “And I once succumbed to temptation and gave him mixed messages, which I believe made it worse.”

That sounded like a story.

“He gave me a candy after I bit Sect Leader Jin,” Lan Wangji clarified, which made Wei Wuxian start laughing again. “He did not expect me to remember. I remembered. Nor did I allow him to forget about it.”

“It is easy to make mistakes while raising a child,” Lan Qiren said, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s cackling. “But if one means well, and tries hard to do the right thing, children are very forgiving – usually.”

Despite his best efforts to remain neutral, Lan Wangji’s eyes curved slightly in a smile. Wei Wuxian felt his heart go all warm and melty all over again.

“This is true regardless of whether it is the first or second child,” Lan Qiren added. “I have confidence that you will both do fine.”

“We will,” Wei Wuxian proclaimed. “With parents like me and Lan Zhan, how could the kid go wrong? And we’ll even try to avoid too many explosions!”

“Please do. One Lan Jingyi is enough for the Cloud Recesses.”

“You know, I was wondering – how did you end up with him being quite so…hmm…”

“Oh?” Lan Qiren said, and Wei Wuxian noted to his amusement that Lan Wangji straightened in back in sudden alarm despite Lan Qiren’s extremely nonchalant tone. “Have you not met Lan Yueheng yet? I must introduce you when he returns –”

“Perhaps not,” Lan Wangji said, sounding a little worried.

Worried, in this case, meant fun.

“No, I think I definitely need to meet this person – Lan Zhan, stop batting at me! I know exactly what I’m doing…”

Wen Ning looked down at the baby with which he had been entrusted.

“I don’t have any idea what I’m doing,” he confessed.

The baby gurgled.

“I think Wei-gongzi may have been thinking more about ‘babysitter that doesn’t need to sleep and has inexhaustible energy’ and less about ‘is this person qualified to take care of a baby’.”

More gurgling.

“I just wanted to apologize in advance.”

The baby yawned.

“…right then.” Wen Ning straightened up. Someone was going to have to raise this child, and based on how distractable Wei Wuxian was when he was around Lan Wangji and visa versa, it looked like it was going to have to be him. “Let’s do this.”

#mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #ouyang zizhen #lan qiren #wen ning #my fic #my fics

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo - how y/n made friends with everyone

this is an extra to the great adventures series

requested: yes/no

warnings: cursing

tommy

you were actually friends with tommy when he was streaming to a few viewers, and you even watched as his channel grew. eventually he asked you to mod for him, as he knew he could trust you and because had experience being a twitch mod. he was also the reason you began streaming. as for how you met, you were in the same classes as him in highschool, and since you were the ‘quiet’ person in the class, they sat tommy next to you. honestly, you hated him when you first met him and the feeling was mutual. you didn’t want to sit next to the rather loud teenager and he had no one to talk to anymore as his friends were on the other side of the room.

“do you ever talk?”

“heh?”

“i said do you ever talk...do you always do that”

“do what”

“that fucking HeH.”

“are you mocking me simons?”

“noooo why would i do that...”

“it’s y/n.”

“right, yeah, yeah, i totally knew that.”

“great now please leave me alone i’m trying to work.”

“loser.”

“the fuck did you just say?”

“nothing.”

it was that moment tommy decided he was going to make you just like him, and a few years later that’s exactly what he did. by year 11 you and tommy had grown extremely close. the last day of school arrived a lot earlier than expected, everyone was extremely stressed, no one knew what to expect or what was going to happen. you found yourself hanging around with tommy a lot more as you had no idea if you would both be going to the same college, in september you received a text message that made your night:

tommy: college sent out emails telling you if you were accepted go check

*2 minutes later*

tommy: well?

y/n: i got accepted

tommy: me too

y/n: call me right now

tommy: i’m about to stream..have you ever considered streaming?

y/n: absolutely not

tommy: make an account and stream after me i’ll raid you..make me mod you know how people can be

once college started up, you were slightly nervous the two of you would drift away from each other. however this was far from the case, although you both did different subjects and he was only in on wednesdays, the pair of you would hang out together a lot more. he would be in your streams and vice versa, you would either be in his tiktoks, or you would be the one filming them.

“y/n make a tiktok we can be mutuals.”

“please god no.”

you spent so much time at his house either talking about random things, playing whatever game you could find, or streaming. he dragged you to every meet up he went on, allowing you to meet people such as niki, phil, and, wilbur. you didn’t know this, but he would constantly bring you up in conversations with dream, which eventually lead to you joining the smp in october where you would later be able to meet the likes of jack, technoblade and jschlatt. the only person you didn’t seem to see on the server was his other friend tubbo.

ranboo

you had become friends with scott after being his first twitch mod and when he noticed you started streaming, he was extremely supportive, always raiding your stream once he ended his. today you found yourself bickering with scott because he wouldn’t let you in mcc despite the fact you were ‘the best minecraft player.’

“y/n, i watched you die in minecraft 7 times last night within 5 minutes.”

“oh i’m sorry mr perfect, let me in mcc.”

“no.”

“fine i’ll make my own.”

and that’s exactly what you did..well you tried your best.

you started your stream as soon as scott ended and had him call you on discord after explaining to your chat what you were about to do.

“scott final chance let me in mcc, i’ll settle for access to the practice server.”

“fine.”

“REALLY?!”

“absolutely not!”

“fuck you, ill be in it one day!”

you left the call telling chat you didn’t need that negative energy in your life.

you really have scott to thank for you making friends with ranboo, scott made a tweet explaining what you were doing on stream which caught ranboos eye.

Smajor1995: after not making it into mcc again my good friend @y/n has decided to take it upon themselves to make their own on stream!! ill also be in the stream (if they answer my calls) *twitch link*

ranboo joined your stream and was instantly met with you yelling at scott (again) to let you in mcc.

“IM YOUR TWITCH MOD!”

“i will ban you from mcc!”

“you don’t have the nerve... so he left the call this is bullshit watch me land this water bucket clutch down this ravine so we can find axolotls and build an army.”

*you died*

you pulled your hood over your face before sinking down your chair taking a deep breath.

“FUCK!”

you calmly got back up and looked into your camera.

“i was so close, so very close.. HEY CHAT SCOTT SENT ME A LINK TO THE SERVER!”

a few minutes later you were able to get onto the server, only to be kicked less than a minute later. the reason you were banned being ‘i watched you fail the water bucket clutch down a ravine.’

you continued your build on your server and just spent the rest of the stream talking about anything that crossed your mind, that was until you decided to copy ace race. once finished, you looked into your camera and pulled your microphone closer to you.

“so this is race ace, so scott doesn’t sue me, and basically it’s going to be this course, but i’m going to change a random section practice it every day, not tell anyone it changed. of course i’m going to tell my team we have to win, oh fuck i forgot scott was watching my stream..it’s okay he didn’t hear me he’s too busy planning how he can rig the next mcc.”

ranboo found himself enjoying your content and even noticed you in his chat multiple times.

“just a minute chat i’m just sending an important dm to my mods.”

that’s when you noticed chat paused for a minute after you sent a message, it confused you for a minute before realising ranboo made you a vip on his channel and you decided to do the same for him on your channel, from there you added each other on discord. the pair of you made friends extremely quickly, you were constantly part of his streams as you would call him on discord not realising that he was streaming.

“hi y/n, by the way i’m streaming”

“i just wanted to ask if you knew how to break into a house?”

“....why”

“i locked myself out by accident and my parents are asleep come help me.”

“you are in the uk.”

“okay? catch a flight.”

chat honestly loved you and your friendship with ranboo. the pair of you only met a few weeks ago and you were already acting as though you had known each other for years.

jack

you and jack met for the first time on the smp, which would have been fine, however you met during lore and your characters weren’t exactly the best of friends. once lore had ended, everyone said their goodbyes and left the call. a few moments later you received a discord message from jack asking if you were available to call any time soon. since you were back in lockdown, you had plenty of free time. you arranged a time and date a few days later you called jack, where you had your first proper interaction out of character.

“hello jack!!”

“oh hi y/n i just thought it may be a good idea to get to know each other, well you know considering we’re both on the dream smp.”

“yeah, yeah, i understand what you mean.”

the pair of you ended up getting along with each other, it was slightly awkward for the first 5 minutes of the call, but that was expected since you hadn’t really met jack before and were anxious to call him. however, after that the conversation started to flow and you found out the pair of you had a lot in common making it easy to come up with things to talk about. it ended up feeling as though you were catching up with a friend you hadn’t spoken to for a while.

“has anyone told you your accent is really strong.”

“so is yours, y/n, what the fuck is that supposed to mean.”

“it means your accent is strong, duh.”

jack asked if you’d like to stay in call and join him on the smp whilst he streamed, and you gladly accepted the offer as you really didn’t want to do your college work, and you were enjoying your time with him. a few minutes into the stream jack had killed you several times.

“JACK STOP KILLING ME!”

rather than answering you he just sat laughing. he then went on to attempt to mute him microphone, he failed. however he didn’t realise this, so you sat listening to his plan on how he was going to kill you again. this time you were prepared, you sent a message to tommy telling him to log on along with your location. few minutes later tommy was by your side and helped you kill jack several times for revenge.

“Y/N...TOMMY!!”

“you didn’t mute your mic, so i told tommy you were bullying me.”

“im gonna go...BYE JACK, BYE Y/N, ILL SEE YOU SOON!”

“i can’t believe you.”

“hey you’re the one who didn’t turn your mic off.”

“how did you know?”

“i had your stream on my other monitor.”

“ayeee you watch my streams?”

“...i’ve been a sub for 4 months.”

the two of you stayed chatting and playing for another hour. the pair of you were already so close and you had only met each other the other day. this was just the start of your friendship, soon enough you were in a laugh and the stream ends challenge on his stream, however due to lockdown rules this was done over discord leading to you accidentally leaving the call several times.

“and they’re gone again!”

*4 minutes later*

“SORRY JACK IM BACK!”

“stop leaving y/n!”

“oh i’m sorry, let me just go yell at my wifi to stop cutting out!”

a few seconds later you could be heard faintly in the background screaming at your wifi as it would continue to buffer. as soon as restrictions were over one of the first things you decided to do was go to jacks and stream a laugh you lose where there was a punishment if you were responsible for losing the last heart. however everything was apparently hilarious in person as you would constantly laugh, meaning you were responsible for losing the last heart.

“y/n give me your phone.”

“no.”

“you lost let me tweet from your account”

“fine..”

soon enough your fans and friends with your notifications on received this twitter notification

“y/n: jack is so cool and funny he is also really tall i am not”

tubbo

tubbo was actually the last person you met and made friends with, your community were convinced for some reason that you both didn’t like each other and that’s why the pair of you didn’t talk to each other. this was far from the case you were both waiting for the right time, tubbo was an extremely busy teenager and you didn’t want to interrupt him, and tubbo knew you were currently in a stressful position since you had recently joined the dream smp, also you were still meeting people so he didn’t want to stress you out. this doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be your friend, he actually asked tommy since he had been your friend for at least 4 years what would be the best way of getting to know you.

“mate they hated me when we first met, just talk to them or something. you could have met them the last time i went up to visit you, but they ended up not feeling too good and went back to the hotel room.”

“when are you next coming up?”

“how about next week, and i’ll bring y/n, i really don’t understand why you’re nervous tubbo, it’s y/n they wouldn’t hurt a fly..well hmm.”

“see you next week then!”

a week later tommy dragged you to the train station.

“uh tommy where are we going?”

“...on a train.”

“no way, really? oh my god!”

a few hours later you finally got off the train.

“ill go with my dad to check into the hotel room, do you want to come with us or?”

“i think i’ll go for a walk and stretch my legs.”

“right okay, meet you at the beach later”

you spent a few minutes walking around the beach picking up any rocks and shells that caught your eye, little did you know it would result in you meeting tubbo. once you finished putting your new collection in your pockets you noticed a small crowd of people walk up to someone asking for pictures assuming it was tommy you walked over to the boy, it wasn’t tommy it was in fact tubbo. at first you stayed silent not wanting to really cause attention to yourself. you only spoke up when some people started to make inappropriate comments towards him.

“oh sorry to be a pain guys me and tubbo have plans with tommy in a few minutes, we should go so we’re not late. bye guys.”

you smiled and waved as they walked away. you looked over to tubbo, you could tell he was still pretty anxious about what just happened and honestly if you was in his position, you would react the same way.

“we should probably move from here incase they come back and see you’re still here, are you okay?”

“im feeling better now it’s over..thank you”

“oh it’s no problem i’m, y/n btw.”

“wait you and tommy were still meant to be on the train.”

“the train was actually on time, tommy went to check into the hotel i wanted to stretch my legs, i also wanted to collect some rocks.”

“did you collect enough or did you want more?”

“im not going to say no if you wanna go collect some with me.”

the pair of you walked around keeping each other close incase the people from before returned. half an hour later, the pair of you sat on a bench close to the beach so you could show tubbo everything you decided to pick up, he ended up keeping a rock he liked to have as a memory. tubbo wrapped an arm around you as it was getting cold whilst you watched the sunset.

“tubbo i think tommy forgot about me.”

“you can spend the night at mine, i’ll send him a message to let him know.”

“are you sure?”

“of course!”

“this has to be the most unsafe thing either of us will ever do, we hardly know each other and now i’m staying at yours.”

tommy sent you a message explaining that he didn’t forget, there was a problem at the other hotel and they had to go find another one, but you’ll be fine to stay at tubbos for the night. the pair of you spent the entire night learning as much as you can about the other person. it had only been an evening but you already knew the pair of you would be great friends.

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