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wilblersoot · 1 year

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Welcome to Wilbur’s Roleplay Blog

This is a Tickle Roleplay Blog for Wilbur Soot (I do regular roleplays too)! If that's not what you're here for, feel free to ignore.

I do both C!Wilbur and CC!Wilbur

DISCLAIMER! I am NOT Wilbur Soot and I am in NO WAY trying to impersonate him!

Last Updated: Sunday, November 19, 2023 - Boundaries

Boundaries

SFW Only! NSFW DNI! I don't mind 18+ blogs as long as you're SFW. This is NOT a kink or NSFW blog so if that's what you're looking for, you're in the wrong place.

Feel free to let me know if there is anything specific that you don't want me to include in roleplays!

Don't involve tools, stocks, and machines. The only things I will allow are feathers, the use of extra body parts (wings, tails, etc), and pinning. Being restrained, the furthest I'll go is being tied with rope, ONLY if it's an interrogation situation.

I can write feet tkls in fics, but when it comes to roleplay, I want to and am only comfortable being on the receiving end. I don't want to be on the giving end.

I won't be writing anything romantic between characters (*Cough* Quackity is an exception..), I don't mind flirting and teasing in general as long as it's platonic and simply jokes, and they're close friends, nothing explicit though.

OCs are fine but interact with caution /lh. Since I don't know what kind of relationship your OC has with anyone, by default it'll be the first time actually meeting in person (i.e. having previously heard about said person but never actually seeing them) unless we've discussed this beforehand.

Please don't rush me to respond to anything! I promise you I haven't forgotten, and if I ever wanna refuse I will let you know. You can remind me every few days if I haven't responded. DON'T bring it up to my main please. /lh

My interpretation of each of the Bursonas might be different from what you normally would see, just a little heads up!

Below the cut are headcanons! The headcanons are long and consist of multiple paragraphs so if you get easily overwhelmed by lots of words or paragraphs, you don't have to read them! They're not required to know for you to roleplay with me.

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Headcanons

Specific Character Headcanons will be listed in 'General' and 'Characters', the rest is up to interpretation (could apply to all or some). Any specific spots or headcanons may differ from the one listed below, but it wouldn't be too far off.

General

Wilbur uses He/Him pronouns but he doesn’t mind They/Them. Ghostbur and Phantombur (OSMP!Wilbur) both use He/They pronouns. The rest of 'em uses He/Him pronouns.

Wilbur is clingy. He's very clingy. He loves to spend time with his closest friends, his family is what he calls them, and will stick to you like a little duckling following its mother duck. He's a very touchy and cuddly person. An arm around the shoulder, ruffling his younger brother's hair, holding hands with his family especially when he notices one of them to be scared of something, side hugs, cuddling, and sometimes falling asleep with his brothers in his arms, although this happens rarely with his older brother not being a fan of physical touch and both him and his younger brother not really able to find the right time.

Wilbur is quite known for his sass and his quips like Techno is known for his sarcasm and his dark jokes. He's dramatic as hell and lies right through his teeth like it's nothing.

Appearance

[CC!Wilbur and C!Wilbur]

Fluffly brown curls.

Everything in his closet looks like it belongs on Pinterest boards. It's not surprising to see that most of them are sweaters and crewnecks. He is mostly seen in comfy sweaters, especially at home.

He has a bunch of coats too, no one knows why, he just has them, most of them are brown or black.

Mans has platforms and boots, goddamn he can and will be even taller if he wants to. He's rarely seen in them though (exception for Siren, Orpheus, and Revivedbur).

Basically anything you see CC!Wilbur wears is in his closet. So it doesn't stray too far from there.

[Simpbur and Softbur]

Simpbur seemingly always wears a white button up and black dress pants, he has very messy hair. They look fluffy but unkept and if you try to run your hands through his hair, your fingers will get stuck in the little knots. He always has bags under his eyes and he seems a bit skinny and slim.

Softbur seems a little better. He is seen either wearing his favorite yellow sweater or a white dress shirt with a jacket and black pants as well. He has fluffy but still somewhat messy brown hair. He also has bags under his eyes although they're not as bad as Simpbur's.

[Revivedbur]

[Phantombur]

Ler

Mean. Cruel even. /pos

Mans teasy as hell. He will always find something to say to get the lee all giggly and flustered. More often than not, he resorts to baby talk, cooing and complimenting the lee. He likes to pretend he's not doing anything, striking up a normal conversation with the lee or anyone else in the room as if he's not literally wrecking someone at the time.

He loves putting on the tickle monster persona, he likes to be a silly little monster who loves to make people smile and laugh! He could also be pretty scary in a good way and chase the lee around the place if they dare to run, he tends to be a lot more teasy when this happens, especially if the lee resorts to hiding.

He adapts to the lee's wants or needs. He’ll make sure the lee is okay, checking up on them from time to time. No way is he going to make the lee uncomfortable, tickling is supposed to be a fun activity! He doesn't usually do aftercare and he's not the best at it either but if it's required, he will attempt to do it. He'll stay with them until they’re feeling all better and gain their energy back or fall asleep.

Raspberries are always present whenever he's tickling someone, unless he's going for a more gentle route. He loves to hear the hysterical laughter and cackles it brings out! He also loves giving tickly kisses and nibbles, especially on the neck, behind the ear, and tummy! /p

Lee

He can't take what he dishes out and most of the time, he dishes out things that would absolutely kill the man.

He's good at hiding his reactions. Hard to tease and hard to break, but if you know how to get him, he's done. It'll take a lot to get a reaction out of him and most people would give up but if you keep going, he'll break eventually. It's a lot easier when you take him by surprise.

Provoker, mans gonna do anything he can to get someone to tickle him. Be it stretching, poking someone, making fun of them, or straight up asking for it, he's going to get those tickles no matter what. He doesn't do the last one until he has no other choice. He's a stubborn man with a high ego (/j).

When he gets into one of his lee moods, he doesn't dare to ask, he will try to provoke but the moment he realizes it doesn't work, he shoves the idea down. It felt like forcing someone to do something for him and normally, he doesn't mind doing that (cause he's a little bastard), but for this, it's different.

He gets lee moods often, though it's almost never strong, and when he does, he reluctantly tries to push the feeling down by doing something else to distract him. It always works since he gets distracted really easily.

Soft lee moods make him a lot more clingy and touchy (/p) than usual. More often than not he will hug you at random times, take your hand and play with them while you do your own thing, resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He's normally like this with or without a lee mood, but it's a lot worse when he has one.

He LOVES rough tickles. He absolutely loves it. Even when he's in a soft lee mood, he tends to prefer something gentle but still mean. You can still go for his worst spots, he loves it.

He SHRIEKS /pos

He absolutely loves hates the rib-counting game. It gets him every time. Trust me. The best worst thing.

He will whine and squirm when you keep the anticipation for too long, occasionally letting a giggle slip through. He'll start getting desperate and flustered, all red in the face.

He's a squirmer! Once the anticipation has an affect on him, he can't stay still. He will twist, thrash, buck, arch his back, anything to get away from those prying fingers even if he really wants it.

He denies that the tickle monster tease gets him, but it does. Usually he would be able to feign his reaction to make it seem like it's not working but he is most definitely crumbling on the inside. On the occasion that he couldn't, he would try to hold back the involuntary smile creeping up his face and the nervous giggles from slipping out. And failing. Terribly.

Wilbur doesn't run away most of the time after tickling someone until they get their energy back, intentionally giving them a higher chance to get revenge! He knows this and he finds the adrenaline of the chase scary and fun.

He's a squealer! Most of the time he either shrieks or squeals, he rarely snorts and hiccups unless it gets intense!

He LOVES teases and compliments, but will never admit it. He tries to hide it everytime he's upset or disappointed when he doesn't get them but he seems to fail almost everytime as well.

He's a hardworker therefore he often gets shoulder and back pain for sitting in his chair for too long or moving stuff around. He always refuses massages for unknown reasons. His excuse being he has never gotten them in a very long time and the last time he did, it didn't help so he believes they're useless.

He has the tendency to stare at someone's hand when he's zoning out and in a lee mood. This doesn't always happen but when he does and that person notices and wiggles their fingers at him or gives him a knowing look, his face immediately goes red.

Biting and nibbling is the best WORST. Any spot is 1000x worse when someone nibbles on it. His neck and shoulders being a spot that usually only gets him to giggle? Nibble on it and he will shriek and shout. Will you get smacked by his hands and have your ears blasted by his screeches and yells? Absolutely. But it's worth it. Mouth tickles are so bad for him, he can never handle it. You gently bite on his hand, wrist, or arms? He starts giggling uncontrollably!

Spots

Spots that get him the most. Brings out shrieks, screams, and hysterical laughter! Also his favorite spots. ^^

Hips - !!!/10 His WORST spot! He can't handle this spot being targeted for too long, going for this spot tires him out quick. He won't admit it but this is his number one favorite spot along with his ribs. Drilling his hips will make him thrash, shriek, and scream in laughter. Lightly tickling or kneading them will make him squeal and giggle madly. Raspberries here will absolutely KILL him, he will be screaming bloody murder! Best for a quick revenge or if you're feeling a little mean!

Ribs - !!!/10 This is his other worst spot and also one of his favorite spots, same for his hips! Instantly brings out his hyena-like laugh, he will also let out his yell laugh if you mess with him by pretending to go for this spot. Playing the rib-counting game his favorite game by far gets him every time, the anticipation making it all the more unbearable for him! Whether you count from the top to the bottom or the other way around, the last one is always the most sensitive.

Sides - 20/10 A really bad spot when done right! Forming your hands into the shape of claws near the spot will make him jerk away with a yelp, usually muffled cause he tried to be quiet by pursing his lips but it didn't work. Doing that will immediately give him butterflies! A huge swarm of butterflies and a tingly feeling on his side and stomach that won't go away now. Look what you did. Clawing at his sides will get him to squeal and giggle uncontrollably, he tends to try holding his laughter in when someone does this, keep going and he'll break real soon. With enough anticipation, pinching his sides once makes him squeal and if you continue he will start giggling and it's going to be slightly higher pitched than if you would claw at his sides. Nibbles will KILL this man. He can NOT for the life of him handle that. He will start shrieking and screaming, and you have to have him pinned down because he will twist, thrash, and buck until it stops. If you do pin him though, you are cruel. And if nibbles are this bad, then raspberries... Oh boy. he will love you for it.

Back - 10/10 Dragging one finger down the middle will automatically give him butterflies, he will gasp and flinch and have a hard time trying to keep still but he will try to pretend like nothing is happening anyway even if it's obvious. Blowing a raspberry right in the middle will make him scream, the lower part of his back is more sensitive to scribbles while pressing your knuckle on the top part where his spine is will make him giggle like a madman!

Shoulder Blades - 9/10 Not as bad as the previous ones but still really bad! Scribbling on this spot will make him squeal and thrash around as much as he could, if he’s laying on his stomach, he’d be banging his fist on the ground, trying to claw his way out or get up. Makes him go weak and limp. Raspberries on this spot DESTROY him (make sure you prepare your ears for this because he will scream). Pressing, kneading, or massaging your thumbs into this spot will get him to shriek and plead. He will only flinch if he prepares himself or has his guard up, he'll have a hard time staying still and complain how much it 'hurts'. And it doesn't help that this is usually where his body aches the most when he overworks himself. So once the tension in the muscle relaxes and you keep going, that's when the fun happens :D

Really specific spots that also get him the most (just separating this so it doesn't get confusing)!

Back ribs - 9.5/10 Specifically the very edge. He will scream and yell at you. This spot immediately makes him thrash and if you're sitting on top of him, you have to hold on tight, otherwise you'll be thrown right off.

Bottom side where his shoulder blades meet his sides - 8/10 This one gets him bad for some reason. It just does. There's really no explanation to it.

Right below his underarm, between his first and second rib - 8.5/10 Zeroing-in on this spot will make him cackle and trap the ler's hands there! He can't bring them back up once this happens, so you'll have no choice but to weaken him until he goes limp.. 😔

Spots that still get him really good, bring out laughter and giggles and occasionally squeals and shrieks if done right!

Stomach - 8.5/10 Soft and gentle tickles are way more effective here. It's 10x worse for him when you just skitter and scratch with a little more pressure on his stomach than dig into it. The sides of his stomach are very sensitive. Wings, tails, anything fluffy you can use on this spot will get him to squeal and shriek! Sort of a melt spot? It's one of his favorites for teasy playful tickles or if you want to get him weak but not tire him out. Perfect for getting him to do or admit to doing something!

Knees - 8/10 Pinching or squeezing his knees will get him to start giggling no matter how much he tries to hold it. On the off chance he manages to not break, it won't last long before he does. Giving them light kisses will get him to shriek, squeal, or yell. He's a kicker so be careful!

Behind the knees - 8/10 He squeals and will kick out to try and get away, unintentionally giving more access to the spot.

Thighs - 7.5/10 He can keep a straight face being tickled here, but only for a certain amount of time. It depends on your method and hand placement. He giggles uncontrollably when you light trace on the sides or upper part of his thighs.

Underarms - 7/10 He can also handle being tickled here for a while before he breaks. Targeting this spot gets him to squeal and clamp his arms down when he doesn't expect it. Both light and rough tickles work but the reactions differ!

Spots that get him giggling, squirming, and melting!

Behind the ears - 8/10 Honestly, one of his favorites for softer tickles. Brings out giggles and breathy laughs! He melts and leans into the touch almost immediately, sometimes trying to keep it subtle but it's usually pretty noticeable if the ler is only going for that spot. He gets so flustered cause it's ridiculous! It's not supposed to be this sensitive! It's not fair! He tends to hide his face on the ler's shoulder and hugs them or clings unto them, muffled giggles and whines pouring out of him. He doesn't want to get away or stop it, so he hides his face instead. Blowing a raspberry on this spot, however, will make him shriek and laugh hysterically! No one usually goes for this spot cause they wouldn't have guessed. He's tall! No one would be able to reach his ears unless he's pinned down. So, no one really knows how sensitive this spot is, not even him. The first time he was targeted here, he was surprised by how bad the spot is. Let's just say, he makes sure to never keep this spot out in the open most of the time when he's around someone, even if that someone doesn't pose a 'threat'.

Neck - 8/10 Burying your face in his neck will get him to giggle and try to scrunch up his shoulders, which he can't because your head is in the way, so he'll end up giggling and squirming, trying to push your face away from this spot! Giving kisses to his neck will get him to squeal and nibbling will make him shriek and buck even though bucking doesn't even help him, it's just a reaction he can't help. Raspberries will get him to shriek and he'll start babbling incoherent pleas! This is his favorite method in this spot.

Shoulders - 7.6/10 Burying your face into his shoulders will make him tense or stiffen, but he tends to be able to brush it off by huffing as a "sign of contentment". He will try his hardest not to giggle or squirm and most of the time he will act like it does nothing to him but if you keep going, eventually he'll start to break. One of his favorite spots and also one that gives him butterflies instantly.

Wings (he has them only in specific AUs) - 6/10 Tracing the top part of his wings will get him to squirm, fluttering your fingers down the feathers will get him to start giggling (unless he can hold it in long enough), and grazing the area where his wings are attached to his back will make him squeal!

Spots that are uncommon or less well-known and a bit silly!

Palms - 6/10 Gently tracing will make his hands twitch and he'll smile but it wouldn't do much. If it goes on long enough, he'll start to giggle but he won't retract his hands even if the sensation starts to get unbearable. He can handle this spot just fine. Raspberries are a different story. If you try to nibble his hand, he will lightly smack your face with it.

Knuckles - 6/10 Giving tickly kisses and nibbles on this spot will get him to giggle uncontrollably. He can't even hold it from spilling out, even if he did prepare himself beforehand, giggles pour out of his lips like a broken dam whenever this happens. It frustrates him and he always curses when he starts giggling, but he's never actually upset with this. Lightly tracing his knuckles would make him want to pull his hands away but they wouldn't make him giggle, he'd just whine if it goes on for long enough. Raspberries don't work here.

Arms - 6/10 Only because nibbling also makes him helplessly giggle. This is also another spot that he can't stop giggling when nibbling happens, despite the spot not being all too bad when other methods are used otherwise. Raspberries make him squeal but otherwise, you'll just get giggles!

Ears - 8/10 Also solely because nibbling gets him to squeal and shake his head to get his ears away. Blowing in their ear will make him scrunch up his shoulders! Raspberries behind his ear is just cruel.

I have a few other spots that I don't mention on purpose, you're gonna have to find them on your own lol and the rest are undiscovered or found by accident. (someone already found one)

Characters

Characters that I have a little idea of how they work + Characters I WILL be playing

Wilbur (C! but Modern Day) - Lee-Leaning Switch

I have no explanation for this. You're just gonna have to see what he is like from my roleplays.

CC!Wilbur - Ler-Leaning Switch

He loves tickle hugs or cuddles! He will definitely lift someone up to tickle them or snatch them unto his lap. Can't escape now! Sometimes he'd randomly hug them from behind, feigning innocence and saying he just misses them. Don't be fooled, it's a trap.

Wilbur knows how to act as if he's not ticklish. He is, he's just good at hiding it. Catching him off guard or teasing him with anticipation will eventually break him. He'll challenge you and make you work for it but once he breaks, oho it's over for him.

He doesn't break immediately, being the stubborn bastard he is, even if you go for his worst spots (he can't hold on for long though). Teasing will definitely get him to crack, the moment he starts giggling, he can't stop!

Siren - Switch

Siren, one of the highly known supervillains, is a part of the big three worst villains known to man. In action, he's terrifying, a nightmare. Siren's power made it so he could coerce anyone into doing his bidding just by using his voice. A dangerous power to have, especially in the hands of the wrong person, and as a supervillain, Siren made sure to put it to good use. But out of the arena, he's just some guy with a silver tongue and sarcastic humor. He rarely participates in 'dumb' little activities like tickling, but when he does, he's a menace. Siren shows no mercy to his victims, even when it comes to tickling.

Siren is a confident man, he's confident in his power and his skills. He often degrades his enemies in and out of battle, putting them in their place with just a few words. Though he's confident, he makes sure to not underestimate whoever he's fighting with too much, lest he ends up putting his guard down.

He never expected himself to be ticklish. Obviously, he wouldn't be surprised if he was when he was a lot younger, but he believes he has grown out of it. Often fighting in battles has made him feel nothing short of rough and painful encounters, rarely anything soft and gentle. Well, there was that one time when he jumped almost six feet in the air when Blade tapped him on the shoulder a little bit too close to his neck or the other time when he had a hard time trying to stay still as Zephyrus wrapped his wings around him. But that was nothing! He wasn't ticklish, he's just.. slightly more sensitive to soft things.

He knows how to keep his composure, to pretend he has no clue of what is happening, to feign emotions. He uses these to his advantage, often for hiding things like his identity or in this case... his "sensitivity".

As the whole Soot family knows, Wilbur is the kind of person who needs verbal reassurance of his relationships with others. How even though he might seem confident, he actually had a lot of insecurity when it comes to the people close to him. When tickle fights became common in the Soot household, everyone learned that teasing and compliments is a must with Wilbur. Otherwise, he would end up feeling bad or guilty about it, especially if they had tickled him for longer than usual.

Orpheus - Lee-Leaning Switch

Having the ability to go intangible gives him the ability to phase through walls and surprise attack someone. Invisibility also comes with his powers, which lets him sneak up on someone as well.

Sometimes when he possesses someone for too long, he's usually out of it after he leaves the body of the victim. Other than Tommy's grounding method, tracing his palms helps him. It's not a super effective method but it works. His palms are pretty sensitive to touch, so when he isn't out of it, he can't help but squirm and giggle softly when someone traces over his palm.

Revivedbur - Switch

He acts more like a ler, rarely a lee, even though he prefers to be the lee. He loves to wreck someone for the sake of them doing it back yet his attempts always end up futile. He rarely gets to be the lee, especially during times he wants to, due to his status being “one of the scariest lers on the smp”.

He tends to get lee moods that end up "dying down" due to being the ler, it frustrates him but he keeps it hidden well. He doesn't complain about it, no one notices either, so he brushes it off and deals with it until it eventually disappears. If it’s bad enough, he wouldn’t be able to stay still and has the huge urge to squirm or hug himself to will it away. He fidgets with his hands and randomly gets up for no reason to walk around the room, pretending to be busy. When he does get the chance to be a lee for once, he runs away, he isn’t sure why and he curses to himself for it.

Mans a lot more sensitive after being trapped in limbo for so many years, the lack of contact makes him that way. He flinches just by a hand on his shoulder or a tap on his upper back but he hides it well. He never asks for massages in fear of not being able to hold back his laughter (he doesn’t know if it will tickle, he's never experienced it before). If he has wings, he also never asks someone to preen them for him, even if he doesn’t preen them himself.

Revivedbur has a scar where he was stabbed by Philza. He has a habit of staring at it in front of the mirror in silence, his expression tends to be unreadable, sometimes he furrows his brows slightly. He doesn’t do this often and not for long either, lest someone walks in on him and he’s forced to see the look of pity or sadness in their eyes. He also has tiny scars from trying to dig his way out for hours and hours day by day during limbo, he stares at them and traces the line slowly at random times, accompanied by a pang of guilt from who knows where. Due to this, he also has calloused palms. His scar is his worst spot for gentle tickles like scratches or light tracing, it drives him INSANE. /pos Doing this with the scar on his back is more effective than the front. Both are still effective, though.

He’s also more touch-starved, he melts into hugs, leans into hands caressing his cheeks, he loves it when people play with his hair. He never admits it but it's very obvious and everyone knows.

Phantombur - Lee-Leaning Switch

He phases through walls and pranks people with it! :D (I will get to writing a better description of what he does with it and stuff later) He's sneaky and chaotic and he likes to mess with people for fun.

Simpbur - Lee

He's a sucker for gentle but playful tickles! He giggles and squirms a lot, he can never stay still! Telling him to try and not to squirm around only makes him squirm and giggle even more! Be gentle when pinning him down or holding his arms, you'll notice that even when he has the choice to break free whenever he wants, he doesn't! The moment the ler lets go of his hands, he will bring them up to cover his face instead of stopping the tickles. Pointing any of this out will make him blush furiously!

He doesn't really like rough or intense tickles, it tends to overwhelm him. Though at certain times, his lee mood is so bad that the only way to satisfy it is by full on wrecking him! When his lee mood is bad, gentler tickles don't satisfy his mood but make it worse. He's too embarrassed to ask for tickles, let alone asking to be wrecked, so it frustrates him to no end when his lee mood is bad and the ler is being gentle with him. He starts whining and huffing, often squirms around in place. If he can't take it any longer, he'd pull at the ler's hands or accidentally shout what he wants, he ends up feeling really bad and apologizes profusely.

Compliments make him EMBARRASSED and FLUSTERED and SHY! He rarely receives compliments in general, so when he does, he blushes a thousand shades of red! It makes him feel safe and loved and cared for, it reassures him that the ler is having just as much fun as he is!

Aftercare is a must for him! Cuddles, hugs, anything! He loves and needs aftercare, otherwise he'd start to doubt himself. He needs constant reassurance!

Softbur - Lee

Like Simpbur, he loves gentle but playful tickles, but he also likes slightly rougher ones too! He often denies it because he doesn't want to admit that he's soft, he thinks it makes him weak. Reassuring him and complimenting him will eventually make him realize that it's okay to be soft once in a while.

Little Guy Wilbur (Thumbnailbur) - Lee

You know the little in his thumbnail? Yeah, him. Yes, I am making him a character you can't stop me. He's SMALL and SPITEFUL and he will bite and push at your hand if you try to grab him.

I do other characters as well but I have not written for them yet, I will still be playing them! (Ghostbur, Q!Wilbur, WF!Wilbur, etc.)

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caffeinelemur · 10 months

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I am also blown away by people Just Saying Things. I could never. But I've followed you for years and I have no plans to stop. We don't have much overlap in interests right now but I still like seeing you on my dash, and I look forward to the chance we'll maybe have a shared Thing in the future.

(I completely understand the reluctance to update, the only things always up-to-date on my phone are my games and only because it wouldn't let me play them otherwise. Though imo it would be better to do it soon-ish and maybe keep a relatively functional form of tumblr for a while longer, rather than the "forced to update at gunpoint" moment coming after they've made some of the lovely (sarcasm) changes they seem to be planning. Also polls really are fun. I wanna make one but I haven't been able to think of a good one yet and I have like no followers so it wouldn't get votes, lol)

I’m happy you accept me for my myriad of interests, maybe someday we shall meet again. Thank you for your service.

Back in the distant past when I did try saying things I was always devastated if no one interacted and bewildered and overwhelmed if someone did, so I think I stopped maybe bc of how much I put myself out there only for nothing to come of it a majority of the time. But like I’m much older now and on meds actually and tumblr is different than in my sordid ancient past so I might be able to just yell into the void and say fuck it and only obsess about it a little. Still unsure.

Also just the thought of, does anyone read my tag rants on reblogs? Bc like I have a feeling that’s what my fucking posts would be like and idk if ppl even get through all that nonsense. Except, like, curated, and hopefully funnier. Also my posts would have fucking spellcheck so my too fast brain-to-type wouldn’t be so overwhelmingly fast that I don’t stop to check until it’s too late and the tag is just useless with half the words typos or spelled wrong, making me look a fool.

I’m so scared of updating tumblr like I don’t want to relearn what tumblr is after so long living this way, but also I have zero clue what my posts or blog actually look like anymore, the one it shows me I know is a lie, an echo of the past trapped in real time. I have noticed things like the ability to pin posts and turn off reblogs and like bitch I’m jealous I can’t do that you got me there.

Maybe I’ll actually finish my updated icon and that will usher in the new tumblr era of Caff Makes an Attempt.

#caff answers #might trst the waters by saying a silly thing and forgetting about it only to come back to it being possibly good enough to pass peer review #make one of those fuckers like if this post gets so many likes ill update my tumblr #but make it a stupid number bc i never get that many likes and its self-sabotage #motivate me by thinking of new icon #ah yes drawing maybe ill do that one day #im working through things in the tags again #at least this is my own post kinda im allowed

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taperwolf · 1 year

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A while back, Sam over at Look Mum No Computer did an examiner/recreation of the early 1970s automated music system, the Psych-Tone. Designed by the legendary Don Lancaster and first appearing in the February 1971 issue of Popular Electronics (and a kit made available by SWTPC, the Southwest Technical Products Corporation), the Psych-Tone used early logic chips and transistors to play a number of different tunes based on the setting of various switches and potentiometers.

The core of the circuit is a pseudorandom sequence generator — a circuit that creates a single random sequence of 0s and 1s, and keeps it circulating. With six stages in the chain, the sequence is 63 steps long. The three selector knobs each pick where in the chain to listen, and when that value is 1, pass that through a potentiometer to set a partial pitch. The three partial values sum together to make a tune, which is played on an organ-like tone generator.

In explaining the device, Sam built a new version of the machine's sequencer section, using slightly newer chips and adding some LEDs to illustrate the functioning, for folks to play on synths with at his This Museum is (Not) Obsolete. Which got me thinking about doing something similar myself — building essentially the note generator as a random sequence creator for Eurorack.

Fortunately, in addition to Sam's video and the original article, Lancaster wrote up how to build these PRSGs, in varying lengths, in his book CMOS Cookbook; where the original used individual flipflops, this updated circuit lets you use shift registers (since one of those is effectively an internally-connected string of flipflops). To boil things down, by feeding certain of the output values back to the input through an XOR gate, a n bit shift register can cycle through a 2^(n-1) sequence, which can then be used in a number of different ways — basically anywhere you want something that's effectively random, but potentially repeatably so.

The circuit diagrams and tables given there have let me breadboard up something that I haven't yet tested, for a few reasons.

First, I'm feeling a little unsure as to how long to make the sequence. Obviously, if you make the sequence too short, it's too repetitive, but conversely, if it's too long, it's not going to be distinguishable from randomness. The original's length of 63 steps seems short, but the breadboarded circuit right now is set up for not 6, but 16 stages, which would yield a sequence length of 65,535 steps, which might be a bit much.

That's not more than something to work out in testing, though, which leads to reason two. Like with Sam's version, the one on the breadboard is meant to show the internal workings by using LEDs. And I've got a couple of nice, compact 10-segment bar graph LED displays on the breadboard, each one wired to 8 of the 16 stages. But LEDs can't handle just being plugged into a raw voltage; each one needs a current-limiting resistor to keep it from burning out. And while I could hook up 16 separate resistors on this breadboard, I don't wanna. I have — someplace around here — a nice little assortment of resistor arrays, chiplike affairs where eight identical resistors all connect to the same ground pin. Once I find them, I can watch the blinkenlights and get a better picture of the kind of sequences I'm dealing with.

(Your basic pseudorandom sequence generator goes in one direction, while the Psych-Tone can also run the sequence in reverse; while the section from CMOS Cookbook is a little terse about how that's done, I think I have that figured out too. Unfortunately, changing directions on the fly requires some complicated switching, so it's hard to do with just hardware — though I just found a giant chunky switch in my collection that could be coerced into selecting forwards or backwards on three different sequence lengths — say, switching between 8, 12, and 16 stages? Hmmm.)

The actual translation from discrete stages of either 0 or 1 works first by selecting one of the stages, and connecting it to a potentiometer, wired as a voltage divider. When the stage is at 0, the pot's output is still 0v. But when the stage hits 1, the pot outputs a voltage between 0v and the "high" voltage level of the circuit, depending on where the knob is set. With just that, you've got a two-note output. If you add another selector with its own pot, and add the output voltages together, you've suddenly got four distinct values: 0v when neither is a 1, the ratio from the A selector when only it has a 1, the ratio from the B selector likewise, and A+B when both have 1s. Go to three selectors and you've got 8 values; four will get you 16 values.

(Well, assuming that A+B doesn't exactly equal C, or some similar arrangement that would reduce the actual possible values, and I'm intending to make a constant 1 selectable as well, so you could use it for tuning or as an offset. Because of how Eurorack tuning works, if you have A-C on different stages and D is always 1V, then the notes would be the same 8 as those for A-C but up one octave.)

Anyway. I am overexplaining a project that's barely begun, and I've been doing that for several hours while I should be trying to sleep, neither of which is a good sign. Perhaps tomorrow I'll find those resistor arrays and at least get things blinking.

#diy #electronic music #homebrew electronics #eurorack #psych tone #don lancaster #tinaja

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ikoodboy · 2 years

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\\//_ Rough Guide _\\//

I take requests, but no smut for now (I respect others' wishes, therefore I won't post any smut 'til I become 18). You'll know when I take and when I don't take reqs based on the blog desc at the top.

You can also message me privately for whatever reason, like if you just wanna ask a simple question (eg: how's your req going) or want to be added to my tag list. I check Tumblr daily.

About Fanfiction requests (in no particular order):

I don't write fanfics about IRL people nor about movie characters (I'm referring to romantic fanfics only), unless the people in question had said that they don't mind it (eg. DreamNotFound, etc). Otherwise, it makes me uncomfortable.

If you have a request but you're not sure if I'll write it—just send it to me. I won't judge you or anything, but I will have the chance to decide whether or not I actually do it. You don't know if you don't try, eh?

I'm not asking for dictionary-level perfect grammar, just that you make sure your req's actually making sense and doesn't contradict itself.

LGBTQ+ themes are absolutely in, whether it's mlm, wlw, trans, nonbinary, aro, ace and so on. Just note that I might mess up, in which case; I wouldn't mind an advice or two from people with actual experience :).

Fanfics can be either Character x Character or Reader x Character (romantic or platonic). Can also be monologues with just one character, but I haven't tried that.

I'm slow and I often rewrite the same thing at least a couple times, so I don't promise daily updates. I try my best though.

If you're writing a scenario, eg. Reader is a yandere for Midoriya (MHA), how would he react to this?, please tell some plot. Otherwise you'll have to wait extra long for me to think of one.

If you don't know if I write for the fandom you have a request for, once again, just ask me. I'll answer with a simple no or yes.

If I write and post your request and you don't find it satisfying or feel like I could've done something differently please feel free to comment on the post, message me privately, whichever you feel most comfortable with. I'm asking this so that I don't repeat the same mistakes over and over again and to improve.

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You have every right to request and I have every right to refuse a request, that's a fair treatment. If you request anonymously I won't be able to tell you I rejected your request, but I will make a pinned post informing you guys of the works I'll do it's easy to know from then on.

Remaining anonymous is entirely your choice and I don't care about it. If it what makes you comfortable then—hey, me too! :)

Fandoms I write for (not all are listed)&(not in particular order):

— Fanfictions are stories retold with bigger-smaller changes from the original, for the purpose of entertainment. They're not all about smut and romance.

— Some of these I haven't finished watching/playing/reading and some of these I haven't even started watching yet, but I absolutely don't care about spoilers (they're literally what get me to start reading/watching) so just throw it at me. Major plot point, twist or character death? Give it to me! Lol But seriously, give me a small explanation/description if you're req involves something. :)

Marks:

Haven't started = √

Haven't finished = #

# My Hero Academia

# Haikyuu

# Attack on Titan

Dauntless (not a popular one, but come on!! 😩)

√ Demon slayer

Seraph of the End

# Naruto & Boruto (Probably just AUs or filler fluff—I never finished it, but I like a lot of the characters and story, just not the way it was executed)

# Jujutsu Kaisen

√ Overwatch

√ Rainbow Six Siege

Maneater

# That time I got reincarnated as a slime

# Minecraft (maybe for a crossover or something, idk. I'm just writing down everything that comes to mind)

# Ark Survival Evolved (I love dinos! 🥰)

Goblin slayer

Among Us (not complicated, so yay!)

√ Genshin Impact

Bungou Stray Dogs

Detroit Become Human

Original/ No Fandom

+ A bunch more that I just can’t remember right now. :’)

Name's Iksys (he/him). Kinda really questioning. :')

\\//_ About me _\\//

Know how ageless blogs are a nuisance, so here; I'm 17. There ya go, not hiding or lying. (9 months left for the blog to turn 18+)

Art student, introvert and a (not good) gamer. Deprived of energy and likes to learn languages; English is my second, currently learning Spanish, Korean and Japanese (focused on Spanish mostly). Native language's Hungarian.

Likes dark humor, stand up comedies, listening to music for hours every single day and watching videos. I also write fanfictions (but that one's pretty obvious) and I'm incredibly shy and awkward with strangers for the first few times. But I'm always happy to reply and I'm told it's nice to have a conversation with me 'cause I'm very open and don't degrade others for having different opinions than me.

I also very much suck at summaries, introductions and the likes.

#ikoodboy

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tsp-freedomnarry · 2 years

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So uh, apparently for many RP blogs they make a proper intro then what I have. I've been sitting on how to do that, especially with the rules being pinned. So I think I'll just link this inside the rules as not to clog it up or edit it too heavily.

So let's see what we can do for a proper introduction.

[Also, any art references for Narry that you need is below the cut too!]

[Slight rule update for clarifications on: 5/18/22]

Hello, my name is Brandon! To a lot of you, you might refer to me as Narrator, and I think I've heard the occasional person call me "Narry" for short? Eh, it's cute. "Nar" (like hair but n instead) also works. I'm not picky. Let's see... Some facts next?

I'm Pansexual and I use He/Him pronouns!

I'm 6'5 (yes, "the weather up here" is the same as yours, I assure you)

I'm an android. Uh... Don't ask. I don't wanna talk about Aperture. I was first powered on in 1983 making me 39 as of right now. (Though I feel like it would be more accurate if I was 60...)

I have diagnosed ADHD! ...and Anxiety issues and Depression -Though! Though. I *SWEAR* I'm getting better with the latter two! ...I am *still* on medication though. Nope you know what don't tell them that.

I adore all types of musicals! (Hamilton, Beetlejuice, Six, Phantom of the Opera, amongst others just to name a few you'd regonize.) Video games too (I have quite the library. Some here I haven't admittedly gotten around to yet, but hey Dota 2, Dungeons 2 and 3, Minecraft, Firewatch, and Rocket League just to name a few.)

I don't really have a favorite book genre, I'll basically read anything you give me to be perfectly honest.

I uh... Don't know how else to describe myself, so I guess that's it. Nice to meet everyone!

[And this is where mun takes over! Hi y'all! Sorry the introduction is so late for RPs, I've been trying to draw up a reference for Brandon/Narry, but finally here it is! ^^ (I should mention that the three digits I draw on my characters are a personal style choice bc it's just easier to draw that way for me)]

[Yes, there are some key facts about the office/the Parable you should know about. You do not NEED to read all of this to RP, but it will explain some decisions in any RPs I do within Brandon's AU world. I will highlight it in green so you know when I stop rambling about it.]

[First that isn't mentioned in the ref is I call it the Parable because that mindscape isn't limited to the office (Ex: The apartments, The Memory Zone etc.) So thus it all can be changed into pretty much anything Narrator wants, but it's usually limited to a couple of small rooms or one big room bc building it takes a FUCK TON of energy to model, texture it, and make it possibly interactive. Thus most things are either pre built (The office) or are built up over a long time (The Baby Game is a WIP for example.) Since the Memory Zone is connected to Narry's memories, (well mostly anyways) it's the exception, not the rule.]

[His Parable exists when him and at least one Test Subject is hooked up into a sort of subconscious test via long term relaxation sort of thing. So think that they share a dream/coma together. (Also when forth wall breaks happen, that's because he's SUPPOSE to either call it a video game or a story. It's what he was told to do. And the "player" is the actual Test Subject. He is NOT allowed to tell the Test Subject they're being tested. If one is to be hooked up and NOT be a Test Subject, however, he is free to tell them what's going on.)]

[Test Subjects can remain in the Parable even if for some reason Narry is unplugged from the Parable. (All the be right back things in game isn't related to that and he's doing something else in his Narration room, because him unplugging would be from the outside, like a scientist wanting to do maintenance on him.) HOWEVER Narrator does need at least one (1) Test Subject plugged in for him to access and/or stay inside the Parable.]

[While inside the Parable, Brandon can soft teleport in a sense. He can hop between going to his Narration room, (This is when you hear him in TSP and he's always overhead no matter where you are) where he can see the full testing grounds without being in the field as to not be in the way or break emersion and he generally narrates from there, or he could teleport to the Test Subjects' current location. Essentially he is either by your side/uses you as a way to pop down to the office, or he's narrating in the room with the story script. He cannot teleport anywhere he pleases.]

[OK AND WITH ALLLLLLL OF THAT OUT OF THE WAY, a few more tiny things.]

[If you start an RP and want this blogs' Narrator to interact; Please specify if it's Pre-Freedom!Narry or Freedom!Narry this is so I know if you are interacting with him inside the Parable or you want him as the Narrator or something else entirely.]

[This blog is non-selective and will roleplay with anyone, so long as any relations in the RP stay platonic. No romance.]

[Violence and hurting either versions of Narrator depend on the amount of intensity. Nothing graphic or violently gory, but if for some reason it makes sense RP wise for him to get punched, then you may deck him in the face. Is he gonna be happy with it? No, more than likely not, but you may if you feel it necessary. Emotionally is the same thing. If he needs to get knocked down a peg, go for it, but no mentally torturing him. (Ala Zen ending)]

[Much like the blogs rules, dark or existential themes, angst, suggestive jokes/language, and cursing are all allowed and the latter two are very common.]

[You may have to be the one to split up the posts. I'm on mobile and I don't know how to do it on here, otherwise I swear I'd do it myself.]

[If you want to RP on Discord instead of on Tumblr, please message me for the handle! ^^]

[And remember, no matter what, if ANYTHING that happens in an RP is accidentally uncomfortable to you, let me know in some way, and I will delete or edit it immediately.]

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp narrator #tsp narry #tsp #tspud #tsp rp community #tsp rp #rp intro #freedom!narry #pre-freedom!narry #narrator reference #also I hid two lil sneaky in the reference sheet #see if you can find both of them #one is pretty obvious I think

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jettisoned-again · 7 months

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TW: (I'll try and tag these but I might not remember so pinning this) Posts and reblogs may contain subject matter related to the following due to my fictional source memories:

Alcohol

Cigarettes/Smoking nicotine

Drunk driving

Car accidents including injury and/or death

Getting lost in space (not sure if that needs a tw?? Idk it sounds like something that might freak some people out so I'm putting it here

Jail/prison

Abusive relationships including verbal, physical, and sexual

Just to be clear, none of this besides the first two and the last one have happened in this life to this body, they're just memories related to my source as a fictive. My source experiences are also much different than the experiences in the body, so not even everything to do with the ones that this body does have experience with happened in the same way as what I may post/reblog.

Will update this if I think of more things I need to add. Ask me to add anything here and I will, and I will try my best to remember to tag it as well.

May use tone tags on and off as my system is autistic and I'm trying to get the hang of it.

DNI:

Standard DNI criteria and supporters of people within that

Minors (just not a safe set of subject matter tbh but I won't check every like or reblog for your age as long as you don't DM me)

Endo interactions are whatever. I don't like or support them (anti-endo but don't directly harass them as long as they don't harass me, but anyone in my system including me will absolutely call out misinformation). But again, I'm not checking every like or reblog to see who calls themself an endo "system". Don't bring any syscourse here though.

Tulpas who have a right to the closed practice, just bc our experiences are very different and this is very much a trauma-centric page.

Tulpas who do not have a right to the closed practice are assholes. Don't fucking interact with me. Actually just block me so I don't have to accidentally see your posts.

TransID (such as transage - not including system littles or non-nsfw age regressors -, transRAMCOA 🤮 I'm so sorry actual RAMCOA survivors have to deal with that/gen, transabled, transrace, etc.) This does not include transspecies, therians, otherkin, etc as long as you're not like... trying to screw animals or anything.

Self harm/ED blogs, including recovery. I am super proud of you/gen but any reminfer of an ED or SH is super bad for some alters here and I just wanna keep the whole concept away from them as much as I can.

Believers in narcissistic abuse (or borderline or antisocial or *insert any disorder* abuse), users of the words soci0path/psychp0path, or delulu

People, including systems, who fakeclaim individuals (publicly or privately, to their face or behind their back, literally in ANY way shape or form) or support fakeclaiming in ANY situation. Idc how "obvious" you think it is, it harms every single actual system for you to do that. You can call out misinformation without addressing if they're a system or not - real systems spread misinfo sometimes too.

#pinned #pinned post #dni #tw

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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 3

Character(s) included: Oikawa & Kyoutani

Requested by: @chibiiichann

Warning(s): Cursing, Mention of bullying [Oikawa], Mention of flinching [Kyoutani], Hints towards readers tough past [Kyoutani]

Song of the day: Trees II by McCfferty

A/N: First off thanks for 200- I know I said it a lot but I’m just so glad! Next, many of you haven’t seen but I have updated a few things. One of the biggest being my name I go by. At the moment I’m trying out Xic. I also noted my pronouns and stuff. Which you can all find on my announcements post. Now back to some more ‘important’ things [though this is important, this is not why you came here!]. Sorry about the long wait for part three! Please read through the warnings again to make sure everything is okay. Thank you for everything. Bye!

Where to find all the parts!

Where to find all my content!

Tag(s): @chibiiichann & @corporeal-terrestrial

Oikawa

He was at it again. Working late nights and shit. You were happy for him. You were. Of course you were. He was back doing what he loved. He was back playing volleyball. With that happiness also came fear and worry. You knew how he was. Everyone who ever met him, knew how he was. He over worked himself. He always did and scared you. No matter how hard he tried not to. He pushed himself past his limits. Even after the doctor already told him, if he didn’t ease up on the practice, his knee would get even worse. But he was Oikawa Tōru. Determined and intelligent.

It was ten thirty and he already missed your date. Which you expected to happen, but it still kind of hurt. You tried calling for the fifth time that night, but you were met with the same thing. After a few rings it went to voicemail.

“Hey! You’ve reached the voicemail of Oikawa Tōru, thank you for calling! At the moment I’m busy but I promise after I’m done I’ll call you back. If you want, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you. Byeee!”

You waited all night for him to come home around twelve thirty. He looked tired. Extremely tired and to be honest that pissed you off more. Not only did he not respond but he over worked himself again, and when he woke up the next night sore, you were the one who would have to take care of him.

Instead of bringing it up you waited for the morning. Not wanting to have this conversation while he was tired. It would feel like you were talking to yourself, and he wouldn’t understand. So you went to bed with him and by the morning he was already up before you.

You went to the kitchen to find him shuffling through your medication bin. “Are you sore?” You ask, looking at him.

“I’ll be fine, I just need breakfast and some medicine,” he muttered. He couldn’t have cared less. At least that’s what it looked like. He didn’t even spare you a glance.

“Maybe you should listen. You know, lay off volleyball practice for a day or something. Try to lesson the hours and stuff..” You looked back at him for his reaction.

“Can’t. If I ease up I’ll never be able to catch up.” He finally looked to you now, finding the medicine.

“I mean I think you will be fine. It is taking over your whole life and stuff so I just don’t want it to be a bigger issue. Like you know.. with your knees and stuff.” Your eyes are pinned on him.

“I told you not to worry about my knee, and it’s not taking up my life okay? It has and will always be my life. It’s the only thing I’m good at. So no, I'm not going to take a break.” He snapped at you. Which caught you off guard.

“It is… It is taking up your life,” you replied which made his face change.

“You don’t understand how it is like me. You don’t! I understand you don’t have anything you're good at and shit. But you have to understand that I actually have goals in life okay? You have to understand that my fucking life won’t revolve around you and how you feel when I do something. It won’t and never will. You and I are together because I feel like having you around. Because you know what, volleyball is the only thing that distracts me from leaving. Volleyball is the only thing I can do to escape you!” He screamed.

It takes a few seconds for the weight of his words to sink into your skin. But here’s the thing. You knew what you were up against when you started dating him. He just lit a fuse in you. A spark that made an explosion of feelings hit you. When it did you couldn’t control your words. “After all that practice I wondered why you never made it to nationals. I mean seriously. You need a distraction from me, right? Your always doing it, and get you can’t even fucking get to nationals. Not only that but I can see why your last girlfriend left you. You're a dick. You can’t remember a fucking date. A fucking date we have been planning for weeks. Oh wait, let me correct that, a date I’ve been planning for weeks. Not only that but I took my fucking time to work around your schedule. For you not to even send a message.” You spat out. You looked down at him, “I wonder sometimes if everyone was right. You and me. Never belonged. I’m just a distraction from such a ‘handsome’ and ‘kind’ person.”

He looked hurt at first, but then again he started it and intended to finish it. “I can see why your whole family doesn’t talk to you. You always think you're the best or something. Maybe I remembered the date. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe I didn’t wanna hangout with you. Maybe I didn’t want to hear you nagging me every fucking second. You know what? I can see why people fucking hate you. Bully you and shit. Your such a fucking selfish freak.”

“What..?” You looked at him. You told him you were bullied, because you thought of him as your safe space. You thought of him as the only person who understood you. You felt safe when he was around you. You felt understood. To use that against you. To say you deserved it. To say you deserved to get hurt. To get shamed. To get everything that happened to you… it was your fault?

“What are you too dumb to understand?” He laughed at you. Hatred and venom spilling from his lips. “Awe.. look at the baby. You should be grateful I didn't break up with you. You should be thankful because I’m the only reason you're even someone.”

Tears filled your eyes. “God fucking damn it.” You muttered softly. You weren’t going to allow him to take you down. You were stronger then he would ever understand. “You really think anyone wants to hang out with you..? Do you fucking think anyone find you a good person..? Your just a fucking pretty face, okay? Your nothing compared to anyone else on your team. You might not realize it but to be honest sometimes I do want to be set free. Set free from this shitty relationship okay? That’s the truth. Sometimes I get sick of having to take care of you. When your fucking sore before you over works your self again. I am the only one trying to keep you okay. I’m the only one who actually thinks about the long run. No matter how hard you practice in the end you won’t even be able to walk. Let alone play volleyball and shit. You know what sometimes I get sick of being the only fucking one trying to keep us together.”

“Then maybe you should give up okay. Maybe we should finally go our separate ways. I mean after all, you're too easy.” He was hurt. He just blurted out whatever he thought would hurt you the most. Which fucking worked. Before you had said anything more he had left the room, leaving you stunned.

It took a moment but before you knew it you were out of the house, crying and walking the farthest away from your shared house as you could. “Fuck..” you whisper. Did he really not want to be with you..? You should have known. This relationship wasn’t a relationship. You barely talked. You felt alone. So fucking alone.

It took an hour for him to fully cool down. When he walked out of the room he was expecting you to be waiting for him. He was expecting everything to be okay. When he was met with the emptiness. The emptiness of you being actually gone. He was met with the realization that his words were taken just how he thought he wanted them to be.

You on the other hand we’re at the park blasting music in your ears. Forcing the thoughts to be pushed deep down. Forcing you to forget everything. Everything that hurts you. Maybe it would be best if you guys did go your separate ways..? You knew this wasn’t good for your mental health. But fuck that. This was the only thing that made you feel grounded. Made you feel okay. When he wasn’t with you or practicing he was out with friends, drinking and partying. You couldn’t continue to live like this. So maybe it would be best to let go. To give up on everything and everything you loved… your everything was him. You always argued and at this point you felt sick. Thinking about it just broke you. You had no more tears to cry, with your tear stained cheeks you decided to go back. To your home. It was over. Everything you had built up was coming crashing down.

On his side he was freaking out. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew there was no excuse for what he did to you, but what could he say? You were gone already. It took a bit for him to get to the nerve to call you. To his surprise he heard the sound of your ringing phone. So you left it. Maybe you were going to come back. Maybe you will and then everything will be okay again. Maybe everything would be perfect. It was a small chance but that's all he could hold on to.

When you walked in it was quiet, but there were soft whimpers and cries coming from your shared room. Gently you knocked on the door and waited for a response. You were surprised when you immediately heard a stumble and then were met with a hug. Your shoulder almost immediately feels wet to the touch. “Ba.. Oikawa..?” You muttered.

“Please don’t call me that.. please..” He muttered softly. His face buried deep into your clothes.

You kinda ignored his response. “I came back to get my stuff. I took into consideration what you said and I realized that you don’t deserve to be distracted by me all the time..” You whispered softly. “So like you said earlier.. I think it is best if we stop seeing each other.. entirely because I don’t know if I could let you go otherwise..”

His arms tightened around you, “C..can we please talk about it first.. please..” his nightmare was coming true, and maybe it was dumb but he didn’t realize how much he needed you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.. I don’t understand why you want to make it harder on me. I gave you what you wanted okay..? You can practice your heart out and hangout with your friends and stuff okay? You can finally find someone who will fit all your needs. You and I both know that I will never be what you want. So maybe it would be best if we just let go..”

“No… please no.. that’s not what I want.. I want to make it up to you and be there for you and I want to make you happy and I want everything to be perfect. I know I messed up okay? I don’t deserve you and I don’t know what came over me today because you're everything I’ve ever wanted. I know I don’t deserve it and there’s no excuse for what I said or did… I know I should let you find someone better but I love you. I love you so fucking much. I know I’ve been lacking and I want to make up for it. I want to be someone you want to be around again.. I love you so fucking much okay? I should have been there. I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but please.. just one more.. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He didn’t want to let go of everything.

“I’m sorry too.. you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry for everything and that’s why I want to let you go. To find someone who will not hurt you like I hurt you.. You and I both know that I can't resist it. I don’t know why you do this to me.. pull me back.. you have one more chance… Please don’t make me regret it. I really love you but this.. this isn’t going to work if we do what we are doing now okay? We will just tear each other more and more apart..” you whispered gently, kissing his head. Your arms finally meet his back as you hold him. “I’m sorry.. but I’ve got you now baby. I love you so fucking much..”

Kyoutani

Kyoutani was the type of person most people would never understand. Not because they were “difficult” or anything.. they just never took the time too. Well other than you. You were different. You understood his outburst and such. But at the same time you were human. There was only so much you could take. There was only so much you would take.

When he came into the locker room you were already waiting for him. He had been thrown out of the game for fighting with a few people. You knew he was frustrated. You could hear the crowd from a mile away shouting to kick him off. It was harsh. Even for ‘mad dog’ which he hated to be called. He hated to be tied to an animal.. and always being an angry reck. Anybody would. But of course nobody understood other than you. When he sat on the bench you immediately rushed over.

“Baby.. I’m sorry.. You didn’t deserve that.. just ignore them, please. I know it’s hard but their not important okay..?” You we’re just trying to comfort him. But there were times when Kyoutani couldn’t control himself. Like any other person when they get looked down at every fucking moment of their lives. When they are ridiculed and laughed at all the time. When they are nothing more than an angry person.. Sometimes there is nothing more to do than be the person everyone so desperately makes you out to be.

“Not important? Not important! I just got fucking kicked from the game because of them chanting to kick me. They didn’t even fucking have the decency to call me by my name. So don’t tell me it’s okay and that their opinion on me doesn’t matter. Because quite frankly their opinion is the only one that matters it seems.” He lashed out.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that.. it wasn’t entirely their fault. You were arguing with the other team members.” You muttered. It wasn’t meant to do any harm, just for him to keep in mind.

“Are you serious right now.? Nobody else got kicked. Nobody. If they can’t handle a little trash talking, maybe they shouldn’t play a sport. I mean seriously there’s no need for them to tell the referees to kick me.” He started raising his voice when he spoke.

“I know it’s just that.. maybe you should try and not trash talk you know?” You whispered softly, retreating a bit.

“What?” He looked annoyed. “God ducking damn it. How can you be so cute but so fucking annoying. I mean seriously how can someone with such a face be so fucking dumb and so annoying?” His hands were balled into fist

“I..I don’t understand, can you tell me why you act so sweet..? Then so cold the next moment..? You don’t mean it right..? Please say you don’t mean it.” You were worried you loved him but god it was hard. It was hard to respond when your friends asked about your relationship. It was hard when they flaunted their perfect relationship and then asked about yours. Its was so fucking hard.

“Do you think I would say it otherwise..?” He looked at you. He laughed at you as he saw your pitiful expression. God it was almost sickening how much he saw that expression. That expression that nobody else had ever shown him. The one of worry but at the same time already knowing it was coming. He loved it. He loved everything about you. But most of the time you pissed him off. This relationship wasn’t healthy. But for god sake you already started counseling. But fuck this was a bad idea.

Silence. Nothing could come out. You wanted to scream. You wanted to forget this. You wanted it to stop. Everything to stop.

“Answer me.” He punched the wall next to you. Fear spreading all over your face. Fuck. Fuck. Not here. Please no. He gripped your warm face making it so cold in seconds. Forcing you to look at him he laughed at your crying face. But when you didn’t stop for a minute he immediately backed away. He fucked up. He knew he fucked up. “Wait I’m sorry baby..” he muttered.

“Please stop. Please. I won’t do it again.” Flashbacks we’re pulling you way too far out. You were drowning. No one was around to save you. He was laughing as you begged to be saved, pushing you deeper into your own pool of your own thoughts. You were so cold. The next second you were able to move back to the surface.

Realization hit as he stepped back. “I..I am sorry..” he muttered softly as he left the room without another word leaving his mouth. Words were banging on his lips but he knew if he spilled them out everything out it would just hurt you ten times more.

You got up five minutes later, finally pulled back to reality and decided to get up. Grabbing your stuff you walked back into the stadium. Waving a small wave to the rest of his team before exiting. Confusion was read all over as they saw your tear stained face. To be honest, all that was running through your mind was that you didn’t want Kyoutani to break up with you. You didn’t want to be alone, again. You didn’t want to be just another one of his ex’s. So for the better of both of you it would be best to leave him be. To let him cool off.. for him to feel better.

He was freaking out. He fucked up. You. You were his everything, not only that but you were more than just that. You were like a fucking rainbow at the end of a rainy day. You were his partner in crime. You made him feel normal, you made him feel safe, and loved. He couldn’t believe he just put that all in danger. He just put everything on the line because of some stupid game. He hit the wall hard, “fuck me. I’m sorry y/n..” he muttered as he sank to the floor and balled up. Tears burning through his eyes. He did the one thing he promised you that he would protect you from. You became the one thing he was always scared of becoming. He loved you so much, he love you so fucking much.

You left and got into your car. Sinking into your seat you locked the doors, and hit the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath salty tears rolled down your already stained face. Placing the key in and turning it the car started. Next thing you knew you had left wherever you could go. You loved him. So fucking much. But it was hard to be okay when he acted so fucking rough with you. It was hard to stay calm and not imagine your past relationship in this one. You tried. You really did but god it was hard to feel okay, feel okay about everything happening around you. It was too much. So fucking much. It made your head hurt.

When the game ended Kyoutani was still freaking out, now moved back into the lockers. He didn’t know what he was expecting but he knew he hoped you would still be there. God damn it. He fucked up. You had left. You were gone. Tears brimming his eyes as he teammates walked in. Now mentioning it to his teammates their faces seemed to change. More salty fucking tears left his eyes, as he heard about what type of pain you looked like you were in.

You headed back to your shared place. Unsure where else to go. You weren’t close with your family anymore. You had no friends. You had no work buddies. You had nobody but Kyoutani and in turn, now you were left alone with the thought of everything being gone. Ripped right out of your hands as you're forced to watch your whole world come crumbling down on you. You placed your stuff down on the side and laid on the bed. It smelled just like safety. Just like Kyoutani. You just wanted to be held. You just wanted everything to be perfect, again. To be okay at least. You needed him more than anything.

After a night out he finally made it back to your shared place. He didn’t want to be back without you, but you weren’t answering and he didn’t know what else to do. When he walked into the apartment he slowly walked into your shared room. There he saw you. Laying in bed cuddled up in the blankets. Slowly and carefully he walked up. Not wanting to cause you any more hurt. He missed you. Even for a few hours he had felt like he hadn’t seen you in years. But maybe that was because he thought that’s what might have happened. Maybe he thought you had left for good. Maybe he thought he would never have the chance to apologize. Never have the chance to hold you again. When he reached the bed he noticed that you were awake. “Hey y/n..” he muttered softly. The silence was killing him. “I’m so sorry. I know I fucked up. I promised to make you feel safe and protected around me. I made a promise to keep you safe and protected. I broke both of those. I fucked up. I know I did. I lashed out again. I did exactly what everyone says I do. I just get so fucking heated for no reason and I know I shouldn’t and I know I should just relax. But I feel like if I do the worlds would burn though my throat and then it would just explode.. and I know it’s stupid and I know I end up hurting you more. I know that there is no good reason to do that. But I just.. I don’t know. You're the only one that makes me feel normal okay..? I know it’s not fair. I know it’s not. You just make me feel like whenever I’m with you that I’m floating. I just want everything to be okay again. I want everything to be back to normal. I know I should give you space but I missed you so much. I don’t want you to leave, please don’t leave..” he was crying again. He barely had any tears left to cry. He wanted to hold you but he knew it was a stupid idea. “I’m sorry for being so selfish.. but please..”

You never really heard him or saw him crack. But fuck. It hurts you so much. To see him beg for you to stay with him. What were you supposed to do..? Leave him now? That was never even the plan. You didn’t have a plan to be honest. You sat up biting your lip before you gently held him. “Hey baby it will be okay.. calm down I’ve got you.. I’m not going anywhere now. I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” You muttered softly. He melted into your touch. He knew he didn’t deserve it but he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Shush… I’ve got you.. take a deep breath..” you mumbled softly kissing his head as he took deep breaths. Soon enough he was relaxed in your arms again. “You know and I know that I love you so much. But there’s a line between where I can take it and I can’t. I understand you get frustrated but I don’t deserve to be treated like that. I don’t deserve to be scared of being hit.. and I know we both know that. I try to be understanding but you need to try to be too okay..? I love you so much.. more than you might believe but Kyoutani I can’t handle being in a relationship with you if you're constantly annoyed or angry with me. I think we deserve to be happy.. and if that means needing to take a break then we would have to okay? You need to work on communicating. I know it can be hard.. but please..” you whispered. Tears flowing down your soft skin again. It was getting a lot. So it would be best if you told him… you needed him to understand.

He gently shook his head. He understood. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew he was lucky for you to be holding him.. for him to even still be in a relationship with you let alone it be still a romantic one. He loved you and he knew you didn’t deserve anything that he put you through. In the end all that mattered was you in his eyes. He was going to change.. he was. “I promise.. thank you y/n..” he whispered softly. Gently he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much..” he muttered. Everything would be okay.. he knew it was going to be now. All that mattered was that you were safe. That you were happy.. that you were in his arms again.

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im-a-lil-simp · 3 years

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Not sure whether it‘s still open or it hasn‘t updated for me yet but ndhvdd if possible, can I possibly request a Techno x Reader writing where the Reader wants to cuddle with him, but they have no Idea how to express it so they just..get extremely fidgety?:,> Preferably in a SMP like AU because c o l d = very fluff moments but I don‘t mind either way :,33

I‘m sorry for requesting Techno but he‘s such a comfort Streamer and I just aaaA-

Also you don’t have to do it, ya know, since I get if not and it‘s 100% valid aldbs

~Hira👑, who still can‘t fall asleep because I just saw a Spider qjebdb

No Harm In A Hug (Technoblade x Reader)

Okay I can get behind more smp au, I don't wanna do it all the time, but this is nice. Techno is also a comfort streamer of mine.

This was such a cute request 🥺 I hope you guys get the callback I put in there.

It had started early on in your friendship. You had been friends for around four months and you were becoming more comfortable with each other. You loved being more comfortable with each other, it meant the all the awkwardness of a new friendship had finally washed away and you guys could actually get to know each other deeper than just surface level.

You knew it was too early in the friendship to get close to him physically. I mean, he didn't outwardly show friendship normally. Only in the small things, like killing a skeleton before you had to, sniping it from miles away.

He noticed it then too, how you would fidget. It didn't mean much to him, as he passed it off as nervousness or just a general tendency to appear fidgety. He understood of course, he had adhd so who was he to really judge.

A couple of months later, you were still facing the same issue. It was more of a need to be generally close to him now, though. You found yourself wanting to hold his hand and hug him when arriving and leaving a place. And when it slipped out to one of his brothers, they assured you it would be fine. They weren't necessarily affectionate as brothers, but they knew he wouldn't mind a single bit, especially because you two were already close friends.

Once you had even found yourself reaching for his hand. You hadn't a clue where that urge came from. Your feelings for him were complicated, but you never even thought about holding his hand. All you knew is how nervous you were to touch him, you wanted to so badly.

And then the war came. Wilbur and Tommy asked him to join them in pogtopia, and he couldn't deny them and their desire to bring down Schlatt as president. There would be no time for indulging you in your quest for affection. Especially not initiating it for the first time ever.

You'd come to visit him though. You'd sit around when he'd plant potatoes, or even following him, hoping to gain the smallest understanding of what he was doing or why. They had plenty of food in pogtopia, so why did they need such a massive potato farm? You also had no idea why he love farming potatoes so much, but you still supported him, even if you didn't understand this hyperfixation of his. Those days were normally calm.

There were other calm days as well, but only for Techno. He'd ask you to spar sometimes, usually when Wilbur and Tommy were out, so there was nobody that he had been explicitly asked to train around his temporary home. Sparring wasn't intrinsically calm, but he found it calming in a specific way since it wasn't the same as being in the heat of a normal battle or war.

It wasn't so calm for you. Sure, it was always nice to get a bit of practice in, you had a habit of getting rusty and he had a way of relieving it pretty easily. But the fact that you guys were so close in proximity, so close that at times you could feel each others breath reflecting off the others skin, bothered you to no end.

When he pinned you to the ground in victory, you wanted nothing more than to pull him down with you and watch the clouds for the rest of the day, rather than go round for another fight. You wanted to feel how warm he would make you from just existing next you. You were sure he'd be very warm.

He could see at that point the small twitches your hand would make towards his. He noticed when you would inch towards him, even in scenarios when you weren't being threatened by another member of the SMP or L'manburg. He wondered what was stopping you from being affectionate with him. He may not have been the type to show love that way, but it didn't mean he didn't welcome it with open arms. There was no harm in a hug.

When the war finally came, you were worried about him, as most friends would be when their best friend's life was on the line. He tried everything to assure you that Technoblade never dies, but none of his assurance helped to ease the worry in your heart. It was the day he went to war that you realized you loved him as more than your best friend.

You watched from the hills as he fought. You were on neutral grounds as far as everyone else was concerned, so you had to stay that way, no matter how much you wanted to fight next to Techno. He educated you on his plans the night before though. He didn't want you anywhere near the fight, as he knew you would already have to run if the chance to spawn the withers did arise as he thought it might.

When it was over, he found people rummaging through his base. It was to be expected to be respected so little by the people he had so-called betrayed. You knew your time with him was most likely over when he told you he'd be moving away so that he could enter retirement and be free from his violent lifestyle. It pained you knowing that your friendship would be severed in half and you would never even have the chance to dwell on your feelings for him again.

Until he asked you to run away with him. He didn't want to leave his best friend, he told you. Those words stung a little, but his intentions still excited you. He knew you remained neutral. You'd be considered part of the badlands if you had lived anywhere other than the main part of the smp. There was nothing there for you other than more war and hardships.

Maybe if you could just get him alone, spend all of your time with him, you'd finally be able to touch him. You'd finally work up the courage to take his hand in yours, or hug him in excitement, or just confess your feelings to him.

You confessed your feelings to him when you built your house together. It was so cold outside, but you worked through it anyway. It wasn't originally supposed to be your house together anyway, at least to you. You were supposed to build your own after you were done with his.

But it just kind of slipped out of you. He mentioned how well your house was coming together, and you replied about how you hoped yours would look just as good. But that confused him. He thought that you'd share it.

When you tried to explain to him that you really couldn't live in the same house as him, it confused him further. Why not? So he asked, and when you spilled out, "because then you'd find out how many feelings I have for you," you hadn't thought that your brain would not keep that little tidbit of information to itself.

And it surprised you when he walked over, crouched down, and patted your head. He wanted you to know that he felt the same. He wanted you to be as close as you had been trying to be.

Living together became something you cherished a lot, but you still didn't physically touch each other as much as you wanted to. Yea, he'd hold your hand when making a harder trek, trying to keep you going. Or he'd put his hand on yours when you sat next to the fire on a particularly cold night. But it wasn't enough, and you still couldn't bring yourself to take it farther than that.

Techno knew, but he waited for you to make a move first. You'd do it in your own time, when you were ready to. But as time moved on, he realized that that was simply not true. You were fighting yourself on it and he would have to step in.

When you walked in the door after making your way to the lake to fish for the night's dinner, his plan was already set in mind. You headed down stairs to separate the other things you fished up into chests and he took a deep breath. It wouldn't be as hard for him to do it as it was for you, but it still wasn't something you two did often.

You emerged in a comfier set of clothes and moved to sit down next to the fire. Mid-crouch, he grabbed your hand and yoinked you down to fall directly into him. You hit his chest with an 'oomph' and he wrapped his arms securely around you.

Your face flushed from his actions, rather than the sudden heat of the fire. Though, it certainly contributed. He hummed, content.

You buried your face into his chest further and gripped his shirt, this was exactly what you wanted. You finally had exactly what you were looking for and you definitely wanted more of it in the future.

Techno knew he'd have to do this a few more times before you'd do it yourself, but if that's what he had to do to make you comfortable, he'd do it every day of the week and every second of every day.

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cassanovancats · 3 years

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felicitate. eight.

seven < current > nine

Dec. 22-24, 2017

The next couple of days is spent mostly watching the whirlwind of your classmates and teachers preparing. You, Maki, and Yuta are left to your own devices which means you three are often spotted walking aimlessly around campus. You especially have spent the passing days considering what your brothers will be facing, and trying to strategize against the unknown Satoru warned you about. It’s after your daily meditation you decide fuck it.

Everyday as a sorcerer is spent wondering if it’ll be your last. You see horrors far beyond any normal person’s imagination, all to protect people who will never know you exist if you do your job right. To do this job, to be a jujutsu sorcerer, you must constantly be ready to die. You have seen plenty of colleagues' horribly mangled bodies already as a first-year. It’s common. In fact, the fact that your entire class is still alive is an anomaly. And after meditating on the ever-increasing likelihood that death will touch your life far closer than it ever has before, you decide there is no need to hide feelings that Satoru insists are reciprocated.

You approach Inumaki first, since he was also raised in the jujutsu world and likely to be open to your proposition. You explain all of your reasoning before taking a deep breath and getting to the heart of the issue, “I-I like you. Maybe even love.”

“Salmon,” he beamed, markings exposed in the sanctuary of your room. He’s especially beautiful in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, clutching a stuffed animal he had won for you at a festival years ago.

“But I also like Yuta. I haven’t talked to him yet, but I’m interested in trying this between all of us.” Your hands twist over each other in anxiety. Even with the decision to no longer try to deny feelings, it is hard to be so open. How on Earth did Satoru manage to be so aloof about relationships? You see Toge’s hand cover yours.

“Salmon, bonito flakes,” he reassures, leaning down to catch your eyes. A weight lifts off your shoulders. You didn’t fuck up your friendship and he’s equally interested in a relationship. Inumaki watches you smile for the first time since you dragged him from the hallway. He slowly places a hand on your chin and lifts your head to face him. “Salmon roe?”

You nod, but don’t wait for him to close the gap. Leaning up, you lightly kiss his lips, eyes fluttering close at their softness. There’s a small tingling sensation, one you have long associated with the surge of cursed energy mixing with yours. It's an exhilarating feeling when copying someone's technique, but like this, you think it's addicting. You pull back first, sighing happily with your eyes still closed. You wear matching blushes and smiles.

“I know you have to get back to preparing to leave….” You bite your lip reluctant to let him leave after finally getting a taste. You had known Toge since you were both children thanks to clan meetings. Only in the past year, working closely and interacting frequently, have you realized your feelings for the boy. Now there is a chance to have him and Yuta, if you are able to explain how polyamory isn’t so strange for sorcerers (though historically, it has been accompanied by power imbalances in favor of the strongest sorcerer in the relationship).

“Tuna?”

“Just happy,” you nuzzle your forehead into his neck before sitting up straight. “I’ll talk to Yuta, since we both will be here at the school. Then, if he agrees and when you get back,” you poke a finger in his ribs, “all in one piece, we can talk about how this will work.”

“Salmon,” He gives one more last, quick kiss before leaving your room. You slide to the floor against your door, sighing happily. God, Satoru is going to be so smug. You bite your lip to hide your lovesick smile, pulling your phone out to text him an update on your lovelife.

You didn’t get a chance to talk to Yuta for a while. When you had finally collected yourself enough to leave your room, he was nowhere to be found on campus. The next morning, your class ate breakfast together before everyone left for their posts. Yuta had been there, of course, but he hesitated before sitting across from you and Inumaki (strange on its own - you three often all sat together). Even then, Yuta blushed and avoided eye contact with you and Toge, looking especially flustered at the casual, platonic skinship you shared with everyone. Not to mention the heavy atmosphere of a looming battle. You resolved to find him after everyone left; less people on campus meant less people interrupting, anyways. You sent everyone off with a hug, but your brothers and Toge got an additional kiss on the cheek.

(Megumi made a show of wiping it off and snarling at you. You wonder how long his rebellious phase will last.)

It took a while, but you were finally able to track Yuta’s energy to the empty training room. He was comparing his katana’s blade to a few other swords kept by the school. “You know, half of those are technically on loan from the Gojo clan. The other half is almost entirely from the Zen’in clan, but there’s one or two from Toge’s family and other small clans.” You muse, tracing the intricate design on the handle of one you recognized as belonging to your family. Yuta jumped from your sudden appearance. “Wanna spar? It seems like maybe you’re avoiding me but I wanted to talk to you. If I did something wrong you can get that aggression out before we talk,” You offer.

“No! I-I mean, no, I’m not avoiding you. Yeah, we can spar if you want.”

You smirk a little, “Alright.” You grab one of the wooden staffs next to the actual blades and shrug off your jacket. Gesturing to the center of the room where a circle marks a training ring, you say, “No cursed energy. I haven’t warmed up any.”

Yuta nods and takes his position opposite you. “Ready?” He asks. He waits for your nod before rushing forward, catching you off guard. You click your tongue, surprised at how fast he moved to attack. Your staff connects with a harsh clash, blocking his before it gets too close to your body. He retreats slightly, clearly analyzing you for any weak spots, and asks, “What did you need to talk about?”

“Toge and I and you…. Maybe” Grunting, you move to attack but Yuta side-steps. You plant your feet and use momentum to change your direction to where he now stands. He grits his teeth when you connect a hit. “I know you grew up normally, but we like each other and you.” You take a few steps back, knowing this possible mental blow is best delivered without a physical one. “And I think you like us, too.”

Yuta’s mouth hangs open, gaping at you and loosening his grip on his staff. “W-what? Like - like all three of us -?” He seems unable to complete the sentence.

“Yeah,” You nod, moving forward to sweep his feet out from under him. It’s a simple move, one he learned to avoid months ago, but he seems defenseless right now. You stand and pin him to the ground with the end of your staff against his forehead. “I know it’s somewhat strange out there,” you wave your hand dismissively, “but sorcerers have done it for ages. Toge and I know that, but you don’t have the same background.”

“But I thought - you two kissed!” He points an accusing finger.

“How did you know that?” You frown, cocking your head to the side. You shake the question away, deciding it didn’t matter, and offer a hand to help him up. He ignores it. “I mean, the first hurdle here is knowing if you like both of us.”

Yuta blushes furiously but doesn’t refute you. It takes him a second to recover from how blunt you said it but eventually he manages to spit out an affirmative. The brightness of your smile takes him longer to recover from.

“Great! That’s really good. Toge-kun will be excited to hear that.” You wipe some sweat off your forehead and try to contain your excitement. “Since he’s away right now, I think we should wait to have this conversation in person. Neither of us want you to feel pressured to agree for whatever reason either, so it’ll give you some time to think about it.” You move to leave him alone to do just that, but you can’t stop yourself from giving one last big smile. “I’m really happy you’re even thinking about this, Yuta.”

You spend the rest of the day with your head in the clouds, completely over the moon at the idea of your new relationship. Satoru loses his mind when you call to give a status update, which causes you to dissolve into a puddle of lovesick goo. At dinner, where it’s just you, Yuta and Maki, you can’t help your puppy-dog eyes. Maki kicks your shin several times, embarrassed just from looking at you.

You keep to your word though, so much so when Yuta approaches you on the next day, you ask several times if he is sure he wants to talk now. You hadn’t even had much time to think about the logistics of a poly relationship, too focused on how to keep your preparations a secret. It was surprisingly hard to hide your smuggled bow and quiver until you reached a rooftop near the entrance. Eventually you yield though, and he drags you to an empty classroom. “(y/n), I really want to tell you not to take this the wrong way, but honestly, there’s no right way to take it.” You feel your stomach drop, but he continues, oblivious. “I just can’t be in a relationship.”

“Like, in a relationship with Toge and I specifically?” You’re not sure where the strength to ask that question came from. You’re not even sure you want to hear the answer.

“Yes,” He finally makes eye contact. “I mean, no! God,” Yuta runs a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I’ve never had to reject anyone before, jeez. You two, both of you,” he blushes heavily, “are the only ones I see myself in a relationship with. I just can’t be in one when I have Rika. It doesn’t feel right.”

You nod, trying to hide the hurt and embarrassment you think you just might drown in. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Yuta sighs.

“Well, I guess I’ll tell Toge then. Unless you wanted to?” You offer hopefully, but he shakes his head. “Alright. I hope we can still be friends, Yuta.” You instinctively go to hug him but stop yourself halfway. Muttering a soft apology, you brush past him to leave.

You go straight to where you had hidden your bow, bringing along a sword for close-ranged fighting. All borrowed from the school, but you made sure to take ones originally from the Gojo clan as an extra reassurance. You really needed that reassurance now.

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toothedsmile · 3 years

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:) - The new Demon

Felt evil, had to write :) Sorry for the lack of updates but it seems everything is going either alright or simply downhill. Anyway, I hope you Angels are taking care of yourselves! Please enjoy this tiny thing that I came up with, might be canon ;)

I tried to make this as Gender neutral as I could, I’ve been thinking of editing the main story to do this as well because I know some of you might not identify as only female and I wanted to respect that, I really want you guys to feel accepted here you know.

Also, I’ve been distracting myself by playing some Minecraft, so if you wanna be friends then feel free to send a PM 😊 I love interacting with you guys! I have also been thinking of streaming someday, while not necessarily games but my writing, I’ve even made a name! Monthly Reader Appreciation Stream! So we can interact and I could talk how I do some things! If you think it’s a good idea, feel free to say so.

- T.S

Filmag – songs that make you feel like you’re the villain

REBBEL – songs that make you feel like a villain

If you guys wanna feel evil as well

TW: Description of murder, death and suggestive themes.

You took a deep breath, what a beautiful day outside.

It had recently stopped raining and the sun was shining through the passing clouds, rays covering the ground in a glow of gold.

Smiles were on the faces of the people around you, children were giggling as they played with each other, their pudgy faces scrunching up and eyes closing. Oh, such innocence.

You loved it all.

You’d hate to see it fade.

Wouldn’t you?

You looked down to your hands, perhaps you should’ve cleaned them better, there was still some red around and under your nails. With your hands shoved in your pockets and furrowed brows you continued walking across the sidewalk towards your own home.

Once you got home you saw your pitiful excuse of a neighbour speaking to a very young and uncomfortable feminine person, he had them pressed to his door, his face nearly touching theirs.

The person saw you walking up to your house and looked you straight in the eyes, pleading for you to help them escape. As you looked right back at them, the only thing you did was give a sorry smile as you waved a goodbye to them, they looked so betrayed

As you unlocked your door you heard your neighbour push his victim inside his own house, the only thing the person could do was letting out a gasp before the door closed once again. A thud followed and the lock clicked.

And you walked inside your own home.

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It was a beautiful day outside you thought as you saw the sun lowering in the distance though you could’ve done without the noise from a while ago. He was never silent was he?

“Hm, maybe today is the day, he’s really been getting on my nerves lately.” You said as you stood up from your seat in front of the television and walked to the back of the house.

With confident strides you walked to the little shed at the complete back of the garden and took out your special set of keys, unlocked the three locks on the door before entering and closing it as fast as you could behind you.

As you flicked the switch the hanging lightbulb shone it’s light on the many objects you had inside, you black gloves were laying properly in the middle of your workbench, traps were leaning on the side of the walls and knives were hanging by size in front of you, going from razor sharp to blunt, depending on what mood you were in.

Your eyes went side to side, searching for the perfect things to use as you put your hair in such a way that no strands would be able to found anywhere. You grabbed your gloves and put them on over your sleeves before taking a knife you bought in the convenience store quite some time ago, it was very cheap and used by a lot of families, you even remember your mother using it on your birthday to cut the cake.

Once you were finished you walked back out and locked everything up, going back inside your house and sitting on the couch, waiting to hear the car next door to start. As if on cue you heard your neighbour exiting his house and going to his car, starting it up and leaving for what you were quite sure was the bar.

That was your moment to get ready, you dressed in what could be deemed as “sexy” by the standards of your neighbour.

With a confident smile you looked in the mirror as you thought about the silence you would experience after today.

You decided to go by foot as you didn’t want your car to be seen anywhere near the bar, through your phone you set a few timers for the lights in your house, just in case.

It took a while but you managed to get to the bar, it was already dark and you were very sure that your neighbour was either tipsy at minimum or just drunk.

As you took a deep breath you opened up the door leading to you next victim.

Straight away you headed to the bar while swaying a bit as if you already had a few drinks up, once you got the actual bar and bartender you ordered a drink.

It took about 2 minutes before you could feel eyes looking you up and down, it wasn’t a question of who’s they were. Your suspicions were confirmed as you looked of to the side and saw the man you were looking for staring right at you, sitting by a table.

You took your drink in hand and stared right back as you took a sip, you made sure to have your lips pout a slight bit as you took them of the rim of the glass before licking them as sensually as you could, still looking right back at him.

Hook, line and sinker.

He was smitten and he didn’t even recognize you, the fool.

He curled his finger in the come hither motion, you feigned shyness as you looked away with half lidden eyes before biting your lip, looking back at him and walking slowly towards him.

He seemed very excited from what you could see.

“Hi.”

His smile widened as he heard you speak to him, you hated it, you hated all of it.

“Hello pretty, how you doin’ today?”

With fluttering eyes you looked at him, swaying a bit side to side to make it even more obvious that you were “tipsy”.

“I’m doing good handsome, how about you?” He chuckled at your reply and patted his thigh, obviously asking for you to sit there.

Deciding to be risky you sat down, each leg at the other side of his and your hand without the drink wrapping loosely around his shoulder and your hand scraping the back of his head.

He was truly weak for you, you thought absolutely disgusted.

“I’m doin’ way better now that I’ve got you sitting right here.” He emphasized his last words by moving the leg you were on upwards and by putting his hands on your waist.

You couldn’t wait until you were about to get out of here but despite that you laughed a bit and drunk the rest of your drink before putting it on the table beside you. It was the perfect time.

Your other arm wrapped itself around his other shoulder as you leaning in closer to his ear, making sure to have your lips caress as you spoke.

“You wanna feel even better? I know some things I know you’d enjoy.”

His hands tightened for a moment and his breath went shaky for a second as he took in your words.

“I’d love to see what you can do.”

Standing up you took his hand in yours and led him outside of the building to an alleyway nearby that was shrouded in darkness but still light enough to enough to enjoy yourself from the wonderous sight you knew you’d see soon.

He pinned you against the wall and buried his face in your neck, once you noticed that he was too far gone you took the knife you had hidden in the back of your pants, which was hidden by the jacket you wore.

“Wanna see what I can do?”

He groaned out something that sounded like a yes before he gasped loudly.

Your knife was stuck in the right side of his body, just where you knew where the liver was located.

“Do you like it? I know I do.”

He looked in your eyes as you took the knife out, his hands shakily went to the point of entry as blood started to pool on his clothing.

“Oops.”

With a smile you pushed against his shoulder to make more room before stabbing once again, this time aiming for the lungs, you didn’t want to wait too long.

Elated you watched as the knife went right through, you heartbeat sped up as you couldn’t help yourself to push a little harder on the handle.

He whimpered, his brain not yet having caught up on what you had done. Not yet ready to see the end.

His legs gave out beneath him and he fell flat on his ass, frightened he tried to shuffle behind before he bumped against the wall.

“You know, you’re really loud, why are you so silent now? Don’t you like this? Your other dates didn’t seem to like what you did to them, sometimes I feel bad you know, but, not really.”

You laughed as you squatted down so you could properly look him in the eyes as the red pools of blood got bigger and covered his hands, the light in his eyes was already failing as he started coughing. His eyes widened as he saw and tasted the blood coming from his mouth.

He just kept coughing, gurgling as he tried to speak but the only things that came out were wheezes before he coughed again.

“Don’t worry, you also weren’t the only one.”

A/N: :)

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winterscaptain · 4 years

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when you wake up.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: i’m a sucker for protective aaron, alright? sue me. i have checked and double checked, but if i’ve messed up any gender-neutralisms, please let me know! i’d like to thank snow, the academy, and my welbutrin for their spiritual aid as i write these fics at an alarming rate rating/words: teen / 2642 warnings: canon-typical injury, swearing, kissing

AO3 | Masterlist | Requests Open!

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“You know –“ you gasped, grimacing through the pain, “blood is a bitch to get out of a wool blend.”

Aaron pressed his lips together, his forearms flexing as he staunched the bleeding from the gunshot wound in your shoulder with his gorgeous navy pinstripe blazer.

That one was my favorite, you thought with a pout.

He had you propped against a wall, his shirt splattered with your blood. He had torn the collar of your shirt for better access to your wound, and your vest was entirely forgotten on the floor beside you. Emily called the paramedics about seven minutes prior, but the backroads of Montana were not conducive to prompt medical service.

The pain wasn’t unbearable, and surely you’d been through worse.

Shock is a hell of a drug.

Nevertheless, his concern was touching. It had been a while since either one of you were injured – long before you realized you had feelings for each other and did absolutely nothing about it.

It all happened so fast – you had your gun trained on the unsub, who was using the sixth almost-victim as a shield. As soon as Derek and Aaron threw the back door open, he’d shoved the frightened young woman toward Derek and moved really quickly.

Bang. Ouch. Fuck.

“Aaron.”

He didn’t respond and was dutifully ignoring your eyes, focused entirely on the blood gushing through his fingers under your shoulder blade. The hand attached to your injured arm wrapped around his bicep, your fingers clinging to the fabric of his sleeve.

“I’m fine,” you continued. “It’s through and through. Six weeks tops I’ll be back to my old tricks.”

You brought your other hand to his hair, and he leaned into your touch almost unconsciously. Your thumb smoothed over the hair at his temple, where tiny silver streaks rested in the inky black. You were just teasing him about his greys last week.

“They make you look distinguished!” You insisted. You were behind him as he sat at his dining room table, helping Jack set the table for dinner while Aaron tried (in vain) to review a consult.

“They make me look old,” he retorted in a deadpan.

You raked your fingers through the hair at his temples, massaging his scalp all the way to the crown of his head. He leaned back, his hand relaxing around his pen. With a final pat to the top of his head, you stepped away and returned to the pasta sauce.

“No old man would cook as badly as you do.”

His withering glare made his son laugh out loud, and the look only grew darker as you offered Jack a high-five.

“You’re still losing a lot of blood.” His voice was low and tense, his jaw tight.

Derek hovered nearby, though Aaron had shooed him away minutes earlier. He was talking into the comm, likely getting status updates from EMS.

Offering Derek a weak smile, you let your hand drop to Hotch’s wrist. Your eyes were heavy, but you fought to keep them open. Falling unconscious now would only worry him more.

“Aaron, you need to breathe.”

He huffs, and it’s almost a laugh but there’s no humor in it. “You’re telling me to breathe?”

“I’m breathing just fine.” And you were, focused only on the feel of his hands on your skin and the slow, deep breaths you took to keep your oxygen levels high as your blood pressure dropped. “Breathe with me, please. It’ll make me feel better.” That was a low blow, but you were pulling every card you had to keep him from breaking his teeth with that clenched jaw.

God, you were just so tired.

Aaron’s brown eyes flickered up to yours and softened. He leaned forward, shifting his weight and wrapping an arm around you as sirens faintly wailed some distance away. “Lean into me. It’s okay. You can sleep. I’ve got you.”

You were cheek-to-cheek when you finally passed out, succumbing to the heaviness.

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When you woke up, your shoulder ached, and the lights were way too bright.

There was a weight dipping the mattress on your left side and a dark shadow on your right.

You lifted your head slightly to see Aaron fast asleep, his head resting on his arms. You smiled and redirected your attention to your right. The dark shadow was Emily, watching you with a soft smile.

“Hey, champ.”

“Hey Em.”

She gestured to Aaron with her chin. “He hasn’t left once.” There was an implication behind her words, something not-quite suggestive, but understanding.

You ignored it for now. “How long was I out?” You brought your hand to Aaron’s tense shoulder, relaxing there, your thumb tracing back and forth over his baby blue button-down. Your IV line pulled a little, and you retracted your hand to his bicep.

“About two days. Surgery went really well – they just had to patch up a couple of ligaments and set a few pins in your clavicle. Nothing shattered, and no fragments. All things considered, really clean shot.”

Not as bad as I thought.

“He’s been here the whole time? Are we still in Montana? What day is it?”

Emily laughed, smiling broadly. “So many questions!” She counted off on her fingers. “His ass has only left that chair to chase down your doctor and go to the bathroom like...twice. We are still in Montana. It’s Tuesday. We’ll be on our way home as soon as you’re discharged. We wouldn’t leave without you.”

You sighed, adjusting your position on the bed. “Thanks.”

She winked.

Hotch stirred, and Emily stood.

“I’ll leave you two for now. We’re all out in the waiting room if you want to see anyone.” She kissed your forehead and slipped out, closing the door behind her.

You could see the exact moment he registered your hand on his shoulder. He startled, straightening faster than you could blink. His eyes still bleary from sleep, you watched as he took stock of your entire person, finally meeting your eyes.

“Hi, Hotch.”

“Hi.” He reached for your hand with both of his, careful of the IV in your forearm. He brought your linked hands to his lips - warm, relieved breath washing over your fingers.

You squeezed once, feeling the stress and worry in his grip. “I’m okay.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry I got shot.” Your voice was soft, but the humor behind it was unmistakable.

He huffed a laugh against your hands. “I should be mad at you.”

“You aren’t?”

Just then, a twinge in your shoulder made you wince. Your face crinkled up before you could hide it.

Hotch immediately reached for the call button, his body arcing gracefully over yours, pressing it twice. He looked down at you from under his arm. “No, I’m not.”

The nurse came in, said something about how nice it was to see you awake, and administered some more pain medication. She worked around Hotch, who never let go of your hand.

You had your eyes on him the whole time. His hawkish brown eyes tracked everything – the dosage, the IV drip – until the nurse left the room.

Right away, you started feeling heavy, your eyes slipping closed. “I don’t - I don’t wanna sleep,” you mumbled.

The back of Hotch’s hand traced the line of your cheek in a gentle caress. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you felt his touch fall down your good arm and wind your fingers together. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“You should get s’m sleep.”

You weren’t sure if it was the haze of meds or not, but you could swear you felt kisses to each one of your fingertips before you slipped into unconsciousness once more.

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When you woke again, he was still there. He was kicked back in the recliner this time, a book in his lap and reading glasses perched on his nose. It was dark outside, and you surmised you’d been asleep for a couple of hours.

“Since when do you wear reading glasses?” Your voice was rough with sleep.

Hotch snatched the glasses in question off his nose and folded them into his collar. “I don’t, usually, but the fluorescents are hard on my eyes after a while.”

You nodded sagely before breaking out into a smile. He offered you one back, one of those sweet, crooked, closed-mouth tip-ups.

Those might be my favorite.

You shifted, scooting over in the hospital bed and raising the head with the remote so you could sit up with more ease. Hotch stood, and you could tell he was trying to give you space as you independently adjusted your surroundings.

You patted the bed next to your hip, and he gingerly sat beside you, crossing his ankle over his opposite knee. He probably didn’t realize, but his entire body was bowed toward you, from his toes to his shoulders. You had always been tuned to each other, like finely-made instruments.

There was so much to say, so much unsaid. This injury was pretty far from a near-death experience, but it was enough to screw your head on straight a little bit.

“Aaron, I --“ You stopped, not sure where to begin. You rested a hand on the knee within your reach, tracing absentminded circles on the grain of his jeans.

Almost three days in the hospital and he’s still wearing jeans.

Well...at least it’s not a suit.

“Why did you stay?” Your words left you without your permission, but maybe it was better that way.

His brow lowered. “It’s my job.”

Your lips tipped up in a small, wry smile. “Bullshit.”

He heaved a sigh. “Fine. I felt...compelled to make sure you were alright.” His eyes were cast down toward the heavy white blanket beneath him. “Every time I got up to leave, I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave you knowing you could wake up and I wouldn’t be there.”

You were acutely aware of the dopey grin on your face.

He looked up at you. “It doesn’t make any sense I know –“

“Aaron.” You stopped him with four fingers pressed to his mouth. It was the first time you’d actually instigated contact with his mouth. You felt the stubble that was rapidly turning into a proper beard, but you were focused on the softness of his mouth. You softened, letting your hand relax against him. “It makes sense to me.”

There was silence for a moment. You just stared at each other, your hand still over his mouth. You were glad your heart rate stayed steady, as the beeping was one of the only sounds in the room.

“Hey, Aaron?” Your fingers weren’t really tracing his lips, but they weren’t...not doing that either.

He smiled and spoke from behind your fingers. “Yeah?”

“The spot between my shoulders is insanely itchy.”

He shook his head, exasperated, and pulled your fingers from his mouth. “Lean up for a second.”

You did, and he pulled a pillow from behind you and put it in your lap. You wrapped your good arm around it and ducked your head down. His fingers massaged across your good shoulder and neck, releasing some of the tension there.

He laughed aloud when you made a (frankly) obscene noise when he hit a particularly sore spot.

“You’re giving my physical therapist a run for his money, Aaron.”

“Good.”

He moved down underneath the sling strap, gently running his nails back and forth over the skin peeking through your hospital gown. It was heaven.

“Okay, you can’t ever stop doing that.”

He continued, scratching lightly up and down your spine “I’m here as long as you want me here, sweetheart.”

The endearment made your heart feel all fuzzy, and you relaxed further into the pillow, your body relaxing as the tension melted out of your back.

He stopped after a few minutes, just smoothing his hand back and forth along the left side of your back. “Feeling better?”

“Much, thank you,” you said, leaning back against the pillows.

He brushed some hair away from your face and hesitated there for a moment. Your jaw fit a little too neatly in his hand. You licked your lips, finding your mouth suddenly dry.

“Y/N...” he said, still quiet.

You shook your head and leaned forward at the same time he did. You met halfway, and he captured your lips with a relieved sigh. He was so careful with you, considering your injury, one hand reaching from your jaw to the side of your head, the other resting on your thigh on top of the thin hospital blanket.

The faded smell of his cologne or deodorant or something very masculine swirled around you. It was a smell you could identify anywhere – something spicy and earthy and Aaron.

Your noses slid against each other as you pulled apart to grin at each other. He pulled you back toward him and your lips met again. Your breath caught as his tongue traced your lower lip. You granted him access, ignoring the embarrassing spike in your heart rate that sent the monitors into a frenzy.

A part of you absolutely wanted to jump him then and there, but between your shoulder and the big window facing out into the hallway, that was a no-go.

You settled for devouring him from where you were instead, taking his lips between your teeth until he was groaning into your mouth. His hands knotted in your hair and you twisted his shirt in your hand. You didn’t think too much about the fact you’d been asleep for two days and therefore had two days of morning breath. The only thing on your mind was the taste of coffee on Aaron’s tongue, the hand planted firmly on your thigh, and the surprising softness of his lips.

It’s not that you thought he’d be a bad kisser, but fuck he was good at it. Almost too good. You craved more and damned your shoulder (again) for keeping you tethered to this bed and unable to wrap him in your arms.

“God,” he whispered into your mouth. “I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

You laughed into him, nipping at his lip again. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

There was a desperate edge to his touch as he took your face between his hands and pulled back to look at you. He kissed you once. Twice. So gently you almost couldn’t feel it. “I’m never getting rid of you,” he said. “Not now, not ever.”

It took you a couple of seconds to open your eyes again. When you did, the warm brown of Aaron’s eyes sank into you, and you almost forgot you’d been shot less than 72 hours prior. “Am I nuts to tell you how much I love you when I’m hopped up on pain meds?”

He shook his head, a thousand-gigawatt smile eating up his whole face. You cupped his jaw in your hand, pressing your thumb into one of his dimples. He tenderly covered your hand with his and turned to press an achingly gentle kiss your palm. “Only a little,” he said. He guided you back onto the pillows, arranging them around you so you could sleep without jostling your shoulder.

The nurse bustled back in and asked after your pain level. You said seven (it was a lie, you’d give it a nine and a half if you weren’t trying to be a hero), and she administered another round of meds. She swept out of the room and your eyes started to close again.

“Aaron...” you whispered, clinging to the last dregs of consciousness.

A kiss to your forehead. Warm breath over your fingers.

If safety had a texture, it would be somewhere between the callouses on his hands and the cool cotton of his dress shirts.

“I’m here.” A pause. “Hey.”

You cracked an eyelid.

“I love you too, by the way.”

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swiftgronmasterpost · 4 years

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Late Stage Swiftgron Part 1

Update from November 2021 - I really don’t believe much of this is meaningful at all. I don’t think they’re sitting around referencing one another on social media or anything but some of Dianna’s interactions with Karlie are interesting Dianna shows up explicitly in Taylor’s life a couple more times so I’m leaving these sections here.;

From here on out everything but the 2014 AMAs and Dianna’s somewhat shocking appearance at Taylor’s 2019 SNL performance are just odd social media shenanigans (or subtweets) between the two, and Taylor appearing to release at least one more song about Dianna (Babe in 2018) (and let’s be honest you can make a strong argument for The 1 being about Dianna as well other post 1989 songs.)

Some of this might be complete crack or coincidence but as you all know I want this to be the most thorough Swiftgron document possible.

If anything it proves they both certainly still have similar interests and they really do seem to be in touch.

There are some interactions claimed by others to be Swiftgron related that I’m not going to include because they’re just a bit too reachy for me (though I completely support the theorizing!) but in general, if I personally can see the hint of a Swiftgron connection, I’m going to include it here. Draw your own conclusions and take everything, particularly the alleged subtweets/social media shenanigans, with a grain of salt.

And yes there’s tons of Kaylor and other Gaylor/Gaygron content that will be left out of this segment because this masterpost is focused on Swiftgron. Someday it would be cool to make a giant masterpost/timeline that documents all of it, but for now it’s just going to be Swiftgron stuff. August 26, 2014 - Dianna tweets, and then deletes “Withdrawals, clearly…we had fun.”

There’s no screen shot of this tweet but some retweets/responses of it remain:

If Dianna is indeed referencing the song Clean (in which their relationship is compared to an addiction hence, “withdrawals” from it) then Taylor would have had to give her advanced knowledge of the song since 1989 did not come out until October 2014.

Taylor did claim she ran 1989 by the muse that inspired it and they were both in LA in late August 2014. Maybe this is when.

November 1, 2014 - Taylor posts about Clean

November 19, 2014 - The 2014 AMAs Kaylorgron Explosion Extravaganza:

Taylor, Karlie, and Dianna are at the event. Taylor and Karlie are clearly on a date and Dianna is there to present Sam Smith’s performance of I’m not the only one. Dianna seems a bit out of her element/gloomy when interviewed on the red carpet and Taylor flexes Karlie hard, dancing with her throughout the night and even sitting on her lap during an interview.

Click here for photos, video, gifs, and a live L chat reaction to the night.

December 28, 2014 - The writer for the tv show The Originals, Carina Mackenzie, tweeted that 1989 was about Dianna:

It’s of course notable that someone in the industry is “confirming” Swiftgron on main (particularly before gaylor went mainstream with Kaylor being so obvious in 2015/2016) however what’s even more interesting and notable about this tweet is that an actor named Michael Trevino was on the show The Originals and he dated Jenna Ushkowitz from 2011-2014.

Not only that but Michael was at Dianna’s 26th birthday when Taylor was in attendance as well.

It’s possible that Michael witnessed Swiftgron in real life and spilled a bit to the writer of the TV show he was on.

January 5, 2015 - Taylor likes a Swiftgron related post on Tumblr of Dianna saying she’d go on the road with Taylor and carry her bags at the Giffoni Film Festival in 2012:

February 9, 2015 - Style is released as a single

February 13, 2015 - The Kaylor “Best Friends” on a road trip Vogue Spread comes out. You’re probably familiar with it but if you aren’t google it. It’s incredibly romantic and pda filled.

The Style music video is released on this day as well.

We don’t have to go through the whole video but one egg I just have to note is the cave pictured in the MV is in Morocco the same country Dianna seemed to flee to after Swiftgron was outed:

February 14, 2015 - Dianna tweets 143 remember those days (for some reason it has not been deleted) seemingly in response to the Kaylor vogue shoot:

143 is a code that means “I love you” that originated from Mister Rogers. Both Taylor and Dianna have publicly shown that they are fans of his. Taylor has even made certain songs 3 minutes and 41 seconds long seemingly referring to this number and wore a Mister Rogers pin on a jacket for a photoshoot once.

Here’s a bit more in depth analysis on the significance of the 143 post.

This tweet is how we know that it is 100% in Dianna’s character to occasionally subtweet Taylor and why a lot of this social media analysis has been done.

February 16, 2015 - Just two days later Dianna attends a fashion show in which Karlie walks and is noted to “have kept a smirk on her face” during. Dianna doesn’t clap at the end of the show and looks miserable in photos of the event:

February 17, 2015 - Taylor releases Wonderland

I’m going to pause here and discuss the song Wonderland for a brief moment because it is some of the most incredibly airtight evidence for Swiftgron available.

Dianna’s favorite book of all time is Alice in Wonderland. She brought it up in interviews all the time, tweeted about it, auctioned off a signed copy of it for charity, her private Tumblr and instagram account are called whosirmesir which is a reference to it, her private Tumblr is filled with reblogs about Alice, and her public Tumblr was called fell down the rabbit hole.

So the fact that Taylor writes an entire song describing a relationship through the lens of and packing full of references to Alice in Wonderland is incredibly interesting.

Let’s take a look at some of these lyrics:

Flashing lights and we, took a wrong turn and we Fell down the rabbit hole (literally Dianna’s tumblr name and url)

Didn't you flash your green eyes at me (Dianna is famous for her beautiful almost hypnotic green eyes and yes they are green)

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds (queer coded)

Too in love to think straight (queer coded)

But there were strangers watching And whispers turned to talking And talking turned to screams (seems to reference when they were outed) You searched the world for something else (Dianna very publicly went travelling around the world right after April 2013 when they seem to break up)

Taylor literally put Dianna’s Tumblr URL in the song. Frankly I’m kind of shocked she released this song at all it is so obviously and clearly about Dianna. Truly a Swiftgron anthem!

Back to the timeline...

March 8, 2015 - Taylor posts Flamingos for her dad’s birthday:

The caption was “Happy Birthday, Dad. Thanks for all the unconditional love, sarcastic comments, and interesting Christmas presents.”

May 1, 2015 - Dianna posts a flamingo for her birthday (post is now deleted):

The caption was “This is 29. Spoiled rotten. Funny enough, at work they were painting the hallways white and the roses (hallway doors) red, then I actually went to Wonderland (@AliceUnderLdn) and came home to a surprise flamingo. Here we go. Another year around the sun…feeling lucky and loved and loved and lucky.”

Taylor also gave Emily, another rumored ex, a flamingo bandana for her birthday. i also think it’s odd that Dianna mentions Wonderland specifically in the post.

January 15, 2016 - Dianna’s engagement to Winston is announced and Kaylors notice Taylor is liking sad posts on Tumblr including several posts related to Clean:

November 7, 2016 - Lorde’s birthday party where Kaylor is together in public for the last time for 20 months.

January 5, 2017 - Claire (who is still very close with Taylor) comments on one of Dianna’s Instagram posts):

March 2, 2017 - Dianna posts her James Dean inStyle UK photo to Instagram:

This is actually the second time she has posted this as a throwback photo. She also posted it on February 4, 2016 with simply the caption “TBT” and did not include the “rebel without a clue” bit which is a reference to James Dean (Rebel Without a Cause). She’s never posted the same TBT photo twice before or after this (as of the writing of this post in October 2020).

It I may be permitted to go real far out on a limb here it’s almost as if she wanted people to connect that photo of her in the UK InStyle magazine to James Dean. James Dean is of course the way Taylor describes her lover in the song Style.

At any rate it’s very odd that it’s the only photo she’s posted twice whether it’s related to Taylor or not.

April 25, 2017 - Fans notice Dianna is having her script tattoo removed:

This is significant because a part of the tattoo was dedicated to Alice in Wonderland - it said “We’re all mad here”

Tattoo removal is a years long process:

So it’s possible she started getting it removed around the time that Wonderland came out.

It’s also possible part of the tattoo was dedicated to Lea (the part that said “here I am”) so this whole removal situation is very interesting.

In 2019 she was still getting it removed and commented this at a Cafe Carlyle session:

"i was like i don't know i wanna explain all my tattoos or the one that i'm getting removed on my side...you know you're like...WHATEVER we're stopping we're moving on"

February 13, 2018 - Dianna attends the Carolina Herrera fashion show, so does Karlie. Dianna is introduced to Karlie by Derek Blasberg and very audibly calls Karlie “gorgeoouusss” as they meet.

Kayda play “Gorgeous” by Taylor Swift.

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can you do 15 with reggie peters pls❤️

TITLE: 3 Simple Rules (Reggie Peters x reader) [MUSICAL THEATER AU]

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Prompt/summary: [Musical Theater AU] Reader has to explain the three simple rules of the theater to Reggie. (And also help him out of trouble)

Word Count: 1,411

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There were three rules that came with being in the theater department at Los Feliz High School.

Rule One: No talking in the wings.

From the moment I met my co-star Reggie Peters at auditions, I knew he was going to be a pain to work with.

For example, he did not prepare an audition song. Instead, he broke out a guitar and took a request from Mrs. Harrison and wowed with his impressive vocals instead. His lines were half memorized and his wardrobe was not fit for the dance portion of the audition.

For Christs sake we’re doing NEWSIES!

The rehearsal period was over a month long and every week about thirty students crammed into the auditorium to relentlessly rehearse and prepare for opening night.

My character, Katherine, didn’t dance much other than in King of New York. The big tap dance number I had to master next week.

A lot of my time was spent waiting in the wings for my next cue. Unfortunately, so was Reggie’s.

“Wait was that my cue?”

“SHHHHH!” I said, looking anxiously to see if the stage manager on the other side of the stage heard us.

“Oh come on,” he said, “they can’t hear me over the music.”

I rolled my eyes before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the hallway of dressing rooms right behind the stage.

“Do you seriously not know anything?”

He looked at me confused.

“The rules of being in theater?” I said, when he shrugged I continued, “One, no talking in the wings. Two, no eating or smoking in costume. And three, always show up early or else you’re late.”

“I didn’t think this was that serious.”

I scoffed, “Why did you even sign up for this?”

He shrugged, “Mrs. Harrison cornered me in English and said she needed someone who could actually sing for Jack Kelly.”

I rolled my eyes, “You better keep your mouth clean. I don’t want to have to kiss someone who’s breath stinks every weekend.”

Suddenly, the door we just came out popped open.

“(Y/N)! It’s almost your cue! Reggie, what are you doing out here?” Julie whispered.

“Nothing. Let’s go Reginald.”

“It’s Reggie!”

Rule 2: No eating in costume

The snack table near the dressing room was kept stocked with lots of different things, and it was meant for those out of costume or stagehands since we didn’t get to eat dinner until afterwards on show nights.

I’d never been a stickler about eating in costume considering I’ve done it myself numerous times. At least I was always careful about it though, putting on a jacket or blanket over me to keep stains from getting on the meticulous costumes our school would make.

“What are you doing?”

I tried to keep my voice low, but the shock and panic that went through me when I saw orange smears on Reggie’s vest from the pack of Cheetos in his hand made it come out in a squeek.

He looked up at me frantically, “I forgot!”

I huffed in frustration before running into the womens dressing room to grab paper towels.

Reggie tried to take them from me when I came out but I slapped his hand away.

“You’ll try to rub it, you need to pat the stain out.”

The wet paper towel made the brown vest look darker, but at least I got the orange out.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back into the dressing room, “Stand there.”

He stood where I pointed right beside the electrical outlet and watched me silently as I plugged in the hair dryer and set it to the cool setting. I put it on it’s lowest setting so I could carefully listen so we wouldn’t be late for our cues. Luckily it was Pulitzer’s solo so we should have enough time.

I looked up and noticed his cheeks were red, “What? It isn’t too hot is it?”

“Uh- no I just- we’re in the dressing room alone-”

“And I’m getting the stain out of your shirt so Katie won’t go nuts when she sees your costume almost ruined. No one’s gonna say anything Reggie, especially not to me. This happens more than you think.”

He nodded and looked down at the vest. It was still slightly damp but not enough to be noticeable on stage.

“Thank you,” Reggie said as I pulled the door open.

“Next time put a jacket on before you eat. Three simple rules Peters. Remember them.”

Rule 3: Always show up early or you’re late

It was almost the end of our show run. The past few weeks had been amazing and it was saddening to think that tonight I would have to say goodbye to Katherine.

As I sat in my dressing room I heard a knock at the door, Julie entered and stood behind me as I pinned my hair up for my wig.

“Have you seen Reggie? It’s almost 10 minutes till places.”

“No I haven’t, has he messaged Luke about being the understudy?”

She shook her head, “Katie said he hadn’t.”

I felt anxiety rise in my chest, hopefully we wouldn’t have to delay the show just to get someone in costume.

I peaked my head outside and just as I did Reggie Peters came sprinting down the hallway.

“Where have you been?”

“I got a flat on the way, how much time do I have?”

“10 minutes till places. If you hurry you might not be late.”

He nodded.

“Rule number 3 Peters!”

He shouted over his shoulder back at me, “I know!”

I rolled my eyes. Having pity for the boy, I decided to try and help.

I went and grabbed his mic from the stage manager and updated her on the situation. With it in hand I went back to his dressing room and knocked.

“Come in!”

Reggie stumbled around the room finding pieces of his costume to pull on.

“Sit,” I said once he had the pants and shirt on.

I handed him the vest and tucked the mic pack into the back of his belt before letting him run the wire up through the shirt.

“Do your hair, I’ll get the makeup ready.”

He tousled his hair and I couldn’t help but stare. Him clearing his throat brought me back to reality and I began applying the foundation and powder to his face. The entire time I felt his eyes looking at me causing my face to become unexplainably hot.

Finally I pressed a cut up makeup sponge covered in black and gray eye shadow to give him the look of a dirty newsie.

“All done,” I said. I tried to stand up quickly so I could go and get my face to not feel like it’s on fire.

He grabbed my wrist, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

He sighed, “You’re always helping me with something.”

“Well,” I smiled, “Hopefully you’d do the same for me if the situation was reversed. Besides theater geeks look out for each other.”

“I’m not a geek!”

I laughed, “It’s almost time for places. Let’s go Peters.”

The final curtain call had most of the cast in tears. This was the night we’d have to put all the props away and say goodbye to Newsies.

I neatly put my costume away before turning off my dressing room light for one last time.

I’ll admit. Working with Reggie wasn’t all that bad. At least he was a good kisser and took a mint before the finale each night.

I pulled my duffle bag over my shoulder and walked towards the entrance of the school.

“(Y/n)!”

I looked behind me to see Reggie jogging to catch up with me.

“The rest of the crew is going to iHop, are you coming?”

“I dont know,” I said, “I’m kinda tired.”

“Come on,” he groaned.

“No Reginald I’m tired and sad the show ended.”

He smirked, “And going with the rest of the cast will make the grief a little less.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Please?”

I walked off leaving him to trail behind me.

“Please (Y/n)!”

“Why do you want me to go that bad Reginald?”

“It’s Reggie,” he said, I smirked, “And... I don’t know anyone else that well.”

I stopped and turned to him, he looked slightly embarrassed.

“Please? I don’t wanna go by myself.”

I sighed, “Fine. But you’re buying me a milkshake.”

He smiled widely and before I could react pressed a kiss to my cheek.

As he pulled back he realized what he had done causing us both to blush.

“Is that against the rules?”

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Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.3

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— Vampire! Tae x Vampire Hunter! y/n, ANGST, Smut +18, fluff

Warnings— Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, being tied up, Dom!Taehyung, ass eating

Word Count— 6.6k

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires. You were essentially a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

“When will I see you next, dear?” Taehyung asked as he walked you back to your car.

“When would you wanna see me?” you replied.

“Honestly, I’d never want you to leave. I’d selfishly keep you all to myself,” Taehyung lightly pinned you against your car door.

“Maybe one day you could,” you say, wrapping your arms around him.

Taehyung planted soft kisses on both of your cheeks. You pulled him in for a deep kiss right as he began to step away. One hand cupped his cheek while the other got lost in the tresses of his long dark hair. Taehyung reciprocated your neediness as he roughly grabbed your ass.

“I still need to repay you for the other day,” he seductively whispered.

“I’ll remember that for the next time,” you winked, “Meet at the flower shop tomorrow?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Taehyung gave you a final goodbye kiss.

The drive back was awful. You were torn. Torn between duty and passion. It was your duty to kill Taehyung, but your newfound empathy kept you from doing so. Even when Taehyung was on the brink of death, you couldn’t commit to your plan.

Telling yourself that you needed to know the truth behind your parents’ death was just an excuse. Of course you want to know the details of what happened, but that’s not what stopped you from killing Taehyung.

You just...couldn’t. You didn’t want to. Maybe there could be a way to fake his death? It could create the perfect cover to run away together. Maybe he could live with you in secret. Well, he probably wouldn’t appreciate the fact that you kill his brethren for a living.

You have a month before Yoongi contacts you again. He’d know something is up by then. You’ve never taken longer than a month on a mission. Thinking about all this gave you a headache.

You decide to do the responsible thing. You’re going to enjoy the month you have with Taehyung and worry about all of your problems when you can no longer run from them. Aside from the moral dilemma of having to exterminate your boyfriend, you actually felt happy. It felt nice having someone by your side.

You fantasized about seeing the world with Taehyung. You wanted him to teach you more about plants, cook for you, and maybe most importantly, love you. The concept of love had been completely foreign to you. However, being with Taehyung sparked something you’ve never quite felt before. Was it simply the mortifying ordeal of being truly known by someone else? Or was it the acceptance and appreciation for the real you? Maybe it was a combination of both.

You hopped into the shower before your thoughts became too philosophical. You set your phone’s speaker on full volume and sang along to your favorite songs. TWICE had the best songs to sing and dance to in the shower (dancing in the shower can be dangerous, but you like living life on the edge).

Being emotionally exhausted allowed you to fall asleep quickly. You woke up the next day feeling refreshed after a much needed good night’s sleep. Pairing a black maxi dress with a knitted cardigan, you felt cute and comfy.

Biking to the shop was a simplicity that you enjoyed. It was relaxing, the scenery was gorgeous, and the simple act of biking to work made you feel like a normal person. There was a new shipment of flowers that arrived, along with a fresh set of bouquet orders.

‘To keep you busy while your target takes his time, thanks flower girl :)’ was scribbled on a note atop the orders.

You rolled your eyes, silently cursing Yoongi. Thank god Taehyung was coming today, you could put him to work. You began to fill up multiple vases with water and plant food, humming as you worked.

“Good morning ___,” a deep voice sang out as soon as the door opened.

“Morning dear! You’re in a good mood today,” you spun around to greet him.

“Of course, because I get to see you! I see you’re prepping vases. Do we have more orders to fill?” he asked excitedly.

“Indeed we do! I’m glad you’re excited about it,” you handed him the stack of orders.

You admire Taehyung’s sharp yet delicate features as he glossed through the orders. His mouth moved silently as he read the order descriptions to himself.

“Do you only take orders for funerals?” he asked when he finished.

“Huh?” you were taken by surprise.

“It just seems like all of the bouquet orders contain flowers that symbolize sympathy in some way. Lilies, carnations, and especially chrysanthemums. In most European cultures, chrysanthemums are only used for funerals,” he explained.

“I have no idea what these bouquets are for. I, well I guess we, merely fulfill the orders,” you shift uncomfortably.

Taehyung was remarkably sharp. You remembered that Yoongi said these flowers are for the families who have been victimized by vampires.

“Ah, okay. I was just curious. Let’s get to work, love. Can you bring me pink carnations and lilies please?” he asked.

The day was filled with nonstop preparations. You tied decadent bows around the vases that were finished as Taehyung arranged the most beautiful bouquets you’ve ever seen. He shyly explained that he loved art in all forms, and bouquet making was its own special artform.

“I used to paint a lot as a hobby,” Taehyung admitted.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked.

“I had no more inspiration. No muse, I guess you could say,” he said sadly.

“Do you still have your paintings? I’d like to see them.”

“They’re hidden away somewhere in my house, but I’ll dig them back up for you. It might make me a little sad though. I miss painting.”

“Why don’t you pick it back up? It doesn’t matter if you have a muse or not, just paint whatever comes to mind,” you shrugged.

Taehyung looks at you, visibly amused, “What do you think I should paint?”

“A dick,” you deadpanned.

“A what?” Taehyung was shocked.

“A penis,” you cracked a smile.

“___! You’re so vulgar,” Taehyung blushed.

“I’m just kidding! But just for the record, I think your dick is pretty enough to paint,” you smirked.

“You think so?” Taehyung’s voice lowered.

He reached over to cup your cheek before leaning in to give you a quick kiss. Feeling playful, you lightly bit his bottom lip as he pulls away. Taehyung’s eyes darkened as soon as you did that.

“Someone is feeling bold,” Taehyung tsked before pulling you into him.

Grabbing you by the ass, he hoists you up and sets you on the counter. He harshly kissed you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, begging him to get closer. Taehyung kissed up and down your neck, before harshly sucking on it. The sudden pain caused you to cry out and squirm, but Taehyung’s firm grip prevented your escape. Taehyung chuckled at your response.

“Don’t think you can get away with being cheeky with me, darling,” he cooed in your ear.

His hand slipped between your thighs, his cold fingers lightly inching closer to your core.

“Taehyung…” your voice trailed off.

“Yes, darling? What do you need?” he teased.

“I need you to--”

The front door chimed, interrupting you. Taehyung dragged you off of the counter with inhuman speed, spinning you back to your spot with the bows. The quick force made you dizzy, but you were grateful for it. It would have been embarrassing for a customer to catch you in such a compromising position.

“Hello again dear,” a familiar voice called out to you.

You turn to see elderly couple smiling at you from the front of the shop. The elderly woman was waving at you.

“Good morning! How are you two? Here for your roses again?” you politely welcomed them in.

Taehyung is smirking to himself as the conversation continued. You wanted to hit him for being so brazen. The elderly couple updated you on their bakery, saying that next time they’ll bring you fresh goods. You laughed and told them you would gladly trade flowers for their baked goods.

“Who is that handsome boy over there? Is that your lover?” the elderly woman whispered to you.

“Oh, I uh, I guess you could say that. That’s my boyfriend,” you blushed, suddenly becoming shy.

“Wow you hit the jackpot, girl,” the elderly man remarked, “That boy might very well be the most handsome young man I’ve ever seen in my life. Besides myself of course.”

The couple laughed and you couldn’t help but join in. Taehyung shyly looked over and respectfully bowed. You could tell he reverted back to his timid and stoic state. You had forgotten how standoffish he was around new people.

The elderly couple happily left with their regular bouquet of roses. Taehyung’s tension melted away as soon as they left the store.

“I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself, they seemed sweet,” Taehyung apologized.

“Don’t worry about it. They’re the only customers I’ve ever had here. I guess the shop makes its money from all of these orders,” you resumed tying bows.

Taehyung’s smirk crept back onto his face as he snuck a glance at you.

“What?” you asked with annoyance.

“Nothing.”

“Taehyung.”

“That’s me.”

“What are you smirking at?” you asked.

“Maybe you should look in a mirror,” he suggested.

Horrified, you whipped out your phone. At first, you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. There was nothing weird on your face. But then you saw it. A huge hickey was showcased in the middle of your neck. It was impossibly dark and its sheer size had you in awe. At first you were impressed, but then the dismay set in when you realized that the elderly couple must have seen it. No matter how blind they were, there was no way they could miss that.

“Taehyung, you asshole!” you scolded him.

“Did you not enjoy receiving that?” he questioned.

“I did, but I didn’t want to show it off to my only customers!” you cried out.

“I’m sure they had their fair share of fooling around when they were younger,” Taehyung teased as he took your hand and pulled you closer, “Should we resume where we left off?”

“Can you remind me where we were?” you nipped at his ear.

“Certainly,” he growled, hoisting you back onto the counter.

Planting kisses across your jawline, his hands spread your legs apart. Again his fingers flitter a trail in your inner thigh. Your neediness caused you to roughly press your lips against his while weaving your fingers in his hair.

His fingers grazed your clothed pussy, causing you to shudder. He lightly teased you, slowly rubbing your clit in a circular motion.

“Faster,” you begged.

Taehyung obliged, picking up his speed. He applied more pressure, bringing you closer to the edge. Pulling aside your panties, his long fingers ran between your folds. You threw your head back in pure bliss.

He slowly inserted a finger into you, relishing your moans as he got deeper. You were so wet that he easily added a second finger. He took his time entering your pussy.

“You’re so warm, darling. And so wet. Is this all for me?” he gazed into your eyes.

“Yes, Taehyung. Oh mm,” was all you could say before trailing off into a moan when his pace picked up.

His fingers curled to hit your g spot with each pump. It was getting too intense, and your breaths became quick and shallow. You were right on the edge when Taehyung removed his fingers entirely. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and you whined at the sudden emptiness.

“Can I taste you, dear?” Taehyung asked.

You quickly nodded, desperate to get to your high. If Taehyung reduced you to this much of a mess with just his fingers, you could only imagine what his mouth could do.

Taehyung buried himself under your dress, draping the fabric around his head. At first you couldn’t help but giggle. It looked a little silly, like he was hiding under your dress. Your giggle was replaced by a gasp when his tongue made contact.

He began lightly licking stripes through your folds, flicking your clit with his tongue each time. His tongue took its time exploring your intimate area, flattening out in order to gain the most coverage.

His attention was then focused solely on your clit. He circled it with his tongue before gently sucking on it. The new sensation made you cry out even louder, but your voice hitched when he plunged two fingers back into you.

The knot in your abdomen returned as your grip on Tae’s hair tightened. His free hand kept your legs spread open as you began to thrash around when your climax got closer. Taehyung was now moving his fingers at an inhuman pace, and his tongue was getting rougher on your clit.

You let out a final cry as you release all over Taehyung, the intensity hitting you like a truck. You’ve never had an orgasm like this before. You were panting hard to catch your breath while Taehyung appeared from under your dress.

His face was glistening with your juices. He shot you a smug smile before wiping his face with the back of his hand. He seductively licked your essence off of his own hand. If you weren’t so spent, you would have immediately jumped on his dick after seeing that.

“Did I satisfy you, ___?” Taehyung questioned.

“I believe so,” you exhale, “The evidence is all over your face. Wait, I think it’s on your forehead?”

“Probably. I’m pretty sure you squirted. The inside of your dress is a mess,” Taehyung shrugged.

You hopped off the counter and sure enough, there was a puddle on the counter. Your dress was also a wet mess. A random passerby would have thought you wet yourself. You were flustered by the thought.

“I made quite the mess, huh,” you sighed.

“That’s my fault. Should I never repeat that mistake?” Taehyung playfully jabbed.

“I never said that,” you replied defensively, “But now I have to clean that up.”

“Can I help?” he offered.

“You can help by finishing the rest of the orders. I can take a few days off when all the orders have been fulfilled,” you suggested.

“A few days? Would you be free to spend those days with me?”

“What else would I do?”

Taehyung got back to work quickly. You chuckled at his diligence. To your surprise, Taehyung managed to complete the orders by the end of the day. He loaded up the cart by himself and hauled it over to the post office in record time. No doubt the postal workers were in awe at his sheer strength when they saw him single handedly bring drag the full cart.

“So, are you free tomorrow?” Taehyung asked shyly when he returned.

“I think my schedule just cleared up. Why do you ask?” you played along.

“Would you like to come over and have a day on the lake with me? I can fish while you nap alongside me,” he suggested.

“Lemme think about it,” you pretended to mull it over, “I guess you convinced me. I’ll come over around 10? Or is that too early?”

“It’s never too early for you, darling. The best fishing happens around dawn anyway,” Taehyung replied.

“You want me to come around dawn?” your eyes widened.

“That would probably be too early huh? We can do something else instead then. Wanna be lazy and watch Netflix?”

“I thought you didn’t like technology,” you teased.

“I don’t. But I enjoy lounging around with you. And you got me hooked on Marco Polo.”

“Hell yeah I did. Just wait till you see Peaky Blinders!” you beamed enthusiastically.

“Can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow then?” he asked as you both stood outside the shop.

“Yes sir. It’s a date,” you nodded.

You found yourself waking up early the next morning, the excitement of seeing Taehyung made you restless. Was his hold over you that powerful? Or perhaps it was something else that had him never leaving your mind? Those questions swam in the back of your head as you picked out your outfit for the day.

With your laptop bag in tow, you hopped into your car. It was around 8am by now. It was by no means the crack of dawn, however it was early enough for you to lull back to sleep if Taehyung really wanted to go fishing.

The sun was blocked by a thick wall of dark clouds, which was the normal weather in this area for some reason. Even without the sun shining down on you, a faint warmth hugged your body as you approached Taehyung’s house (and no, it wasn’t humidity). This feeling was new, and you couldn’t quite place it. It was as if the sheer buzz from your romantic feelings kept your cheeks warm 24/7.

The front door swung open immediately after your first knock.

“___! Good morning, my darling. You’re here early,” Taehyung greeted you.

“I woke up early and decided it wouldn’t hurt to show up a bit earlier. Do you still wanna go fishing?” you asked.

“We can certainly try, if you’d like. We can have fish for lunch if I catch anything,” Taehyung pondered.

“I can potentially try more of your cooking? In that case, I definitely want to try,” you piped up.

Taehyung nodded in agreement. He helped you put your stuff away before disappearing to gather fishing supplies. In his absence, you blankly stared at the table where you tried to poison him just a few days prior. Was it a mistake to change your mind? If it was wrong to let him live, why did it feel so right to be with him?

“I got everything! Did you want to fish too? I only have one rod, but we can share,” Taehyung called out, snapping you away from your thoughts.

“I’m fine with sharing. I’ll take a nap if I get bored,” you smiled at him.

You carried the fishing rod to the lake alongside Taehyung, much to his chagrin. He argued that he was more than capable of carrying everything by himself, but you claimed that you would feel useless if you didn’t help him. He let you carry the lightest item as a compromise.

Taehyung easily guided the little boat to the middle of the river. The shores were barely visible in all directions. It would be incredibly easy for either of you to dispose of the other. His back was turned to you as he cast off his line. A simple flick of your wrist and Taehyung’s head would be lost in the lake. Your body tensed up at the thought.

“Isn’t this scene so serene?” Taehyung broke the silence.

Your gaze moved from his back to the calm waters. It was indeed beautiful. Fog rolled along the surface of the lake, making it even harder to see the shoreline. Normally this would be perceived as eerie, but it was oddly romantic to you.

Your body relaxed as you rest your head against Taehyung’s firm back. This predicament you were in was silly. Maybe if you came clean to Yoongi he’d support you. Afterall, he wanted you to have a normal life. Being with Taehyung for the last few weeks has made you feel like that kind of life was possible.

“It’s beautiful, Taehyung. Like you,” you responded, hugging him from behind.

“You think I’m beautiful?” he was amused.

“Of course I do. But so would anyone who’s ever seen you.”

“Your opinion is the only one that matters to me, ___. Thank you. You are the most stunning creature I have ever laid my eyes upon,” Taehyung happily hummed.

“You’re too sweet. I feel so at peace right now. I think I’m gonna fall asleep,” you yawned.

“Go ahead, darling. This may take awhile,” Taehyung chuckled.

You succumb to slumber almost instantly. It was an enjoyable nap until your dreams turned odd. You were enveloped in darkness, shivering. You gasped for air but to no avail as you struggled to breathe.

“I wish I didn’t have to do this,” you heard a faint voice say.

“Tae? Taehyung are you there?” you cried out.

You abruptly woke up with a gasp, your sudden movement rocked the tiny boat.

“___? Are you okay?” Taehyung turned around to comfort you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I had a bad dream,” you replied.

“What did you dream about?”

“I’m not sure. It was weird. I couldn’t see anything, but I was extremely cold. And there was this voice. It kind of sounded like yours but I can’t really remember,” you shivered.

“Well, you’re okay now, darling. I’ll make sure no one can ever hurt you,” Taehyung reassured you, “Good news, I managed to catch 3 fish! They’re a pretty good size.”

Taehyung triumphantly showed you his catches. He was right. The fish were pretty sizable. You couldn’t wait to eat whatever he cooks up with them.

You tried to shake off the uneasiness from your dream. Luckily, Taehyung distracted you on the way back. He started humming a tune, which soon turned into a song.

“I still wonder, wonder, beautiful story,” Taehyung sang aloud.

His voice was captivating. You’ve never heard a voice so angelic before. His song calmed your nerves almost instantly.

“I didn’t know you could sing. What can’t you do?” you asked in awe as you entered his home.

“I just dabble in it. I have many hobbies. Like painting, as I mentioned before,” Taehyung admitted.

“You say you like to paint, but as soon as we have a painting date, you’re gonna reveal that you’re the next Monet or some shit,” you shook your head.

“I’m happy you hold me in such high regard, darling. I’ll admit that I’m a better cook than I am an artist,” he chuckled as he began prepping the kitchen.

“Oooh I can’t wait! Do you need any help?” you asked.

“No, I think I can handle it on my own darling. You just relax and keep me company, okay?” he made eye contact with you.

You smiled and complied with his request. You never grew tired of conversing with him. Before you knew it, the dish was complete. The fish were filleted in the most ornate manner, with a skill level on par with Gordon Ramsay. The taste was even more exquisite than the appearance. You’ve never foodgasmed before, but this dish just did you in. Taehyung gave you a boxy smile when you praised his food.

The remainder of the month was filled with days similar to this one. As promised, you helped Taehyung tend to his garden as he gave you advice on how to not be a plant killer. One day, you surprised him with a painting date. You brought over small canvases and paints, only to find out that Taehyung has his own studio set up in one of the many rooms in his humble abode. Nonetheless, he was delighted by the surprise (turns out he also really was the next Monet, his paintings were incredible).

You also began to spend the night at his place. You made it a habit to bring an extra set of clothes to leave in your car just in case. Taehyung even got you your own toothbrush to leave at his place (how romantic).

Tonight marked the two month anniversary of you two meeting each other. Taehyung wanted to commemorate this day instead of the day you guys actually started dating. You thought it was odd, but you didn’t argue against it.

He surprised you with an extravagant bouquet that he arranged himself. Dressed up in a suit and treated you to dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town. You dressed up too, the clothing was reminiscent of how you dressed on previous missions.

You honestly forgot that you were on a job. You were too busy living out the life of your dreams. A normal one with the bonus of being in love with a gorgeous man who happened to love you back. The thought that your month of peace was nearly over crept up on you while you were getting ready. You pushed the thought away immediately. You still had time to live out your fantasy, even if it was fleeting.

Your red velvet dress dipped scandalously low on your chest, and it hugged your curves promiscuously. Taehyung’s jaw dropped and transformed into a smirk as soon as he picked you up.

The meal at the restaurant was good, but you both knew that Taehyung could cook a better one. But it was nice to go out for a change. You could feel eyes on you during the entire evening, but you weren’t sure if people were staring at you or your date. After all, your date’s appearance rivaled that of the gods.

“Did you enjoy your meal, darling?” Taehyung asked as the waitress took away the plates. You noticed that she took every opportunity she could to interact with him, such as filling up his water every time he would take a sip. You were going to say something, but decided against it since you couldn’t really blame her.

“I did! I’m stuffed,” you huffed.

“Not yet.”

“Hm?”

“You’re not stuffed yet,” Taehyung repeated himself, then continued to lower his voice, “You look ravishing tonight. You’re always stunning, but tonight I don’t think I can control myself.”

“Who said I want you to?” you teased, leaning over to further expose your cleavage.

“Where the fuck is the check? We need to go immediately,” Taehyung flagged down the waitress.

Taehyung sped all the way back to his mansion. Every bump in the road caused you to squeeze your legs together, increasing your horniness. You tried to get Taehyung to put his hand on your thigh, but he refused. He claimed that if he touched you now, he’d have to take you then and there.

You couldn’t wait to get to your destination. You and Taehyung shared some sexual encounters, but he insisted on taking things slow. He did not want you to feel pressured to have sex with him (even though you made it clear that you truly wanted it). However, tonight was different. Taehyung would finally have his way with you, just like you’ve been wanting since you laid eyes on him.

He carried you bridal style all the way up to his room. He roughly threw you onto the bed, causing you to giggle.

“Get your giggles out now, love. I promise you, you won’t be laughing for the rest of the night,” Taehyung growled with a tone you haven’t heard before.

You pulled him into bed with you, your lips locking into a passionate kiss. Hands began to wander as the kiss deepened. As tongues delved into foreign mouths, articles of clothing were being stripped off. You tossed off Taehyung’s suit jacket and began to unbutton his shirt. Taehyung grew impatient and ripped your dress in half. You whined in protest since you actually liked that dress, to which Taehyung laughed and promised to get you another.

Now both in your underwear, Taehyung stopped to gaze at your nearly naked body. Your matching black lingerie made you look sinful, and Taehyung was ready to indulge. Your hand lightly grasped his bulge before it was swatted away.

“Nuh uh, babygirl. You obey me. You are only to do what you’re told. Understand?” Taehyung scolded as he tied your wrists together with a rope you didn’t realize he had nearby.

“Yes sir,” you responded. His dominance made you wet before he even touched you there.

“Good girl. Flip over,” he demanded.

You followed his order, rolling over to lay on your arms and knees. You propped your ass out for him, wiggling it around playfully. A harsh slap stung your bottom, causing you to yelp out in pain.

Taehyung pulled down your panties, running a finger through your slick folds. He teased your clit, rubbing it in circles agonizingly slowly. Before you could complain, he licked a long and flat stripe along your pussy. His tongue swirled and flicked at a euphoric pace that had you seeing stars. He inserted two fingers into your soaked pussy as his tongue traveled to your ass.

You gasped at the new sensation, you’ve never had your ass eaten before. You tingled in new places as his tongue explored the intimate region. His fingers curled in you as he pumped them into you. You felt your climax build up as your pussy began to clench.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” Taehyung ordered, increasing his pace.

The control he had over your body was incredible. You had an intense orgasm as soon as he uttered those words. Your body shook under him as you released the knot that formed in your lower abdomen.

Taehyung flipped you onto your back with ease. Your chest was heaving and you tried to catch your breath.

“I think you’re wet enough for me now,” Taehyung smiled as he finally tugged off his underwear.

You eagerly spread your legs open for him, signaling that you were ready. Taehyung relished the sight. He rubbed his cock along the folds of your pussy, hitting your clit with every stroke. You were oversensitive from your orgasm, which made you cry out each time he played with your clit.

“Are you ready, baby?” Taehyung teased your entrance with his tip.

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take your teasing any longer,” you begged.

Taehyung happily obliged. He took his time entering you, enjoying your drawn out moans. He let out a low groan when he finally bottomed out. He filled you up perfectly. He lingered in that position for a little too long. You had the silly idea of being cheeky.

“I guess you could say that I’m stuffed now,” you smirked.

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Taehyung scoffed as he finally began to move.

His thrusts were powerful, allowing his dick to hit you in all the right places each time. Your moans were getting louder with every second. Your tied hands reached between your thighs, but Taehyung harshly grabbed your wrists.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Taehyung admonished.

As punishment, he pinned your tied up hands above your head as he began to pound into you mercilessly. You were lost in pure bliss when he did what you were trying to do earlier. He applied the perfect amount of pressure to your clit to make you go wild. Your body began to quiver again under him.

“Let’s finish together,” Taehyung panted. He was close.

“Taehyung, I love you,” you made eye contact with him.

That sent him over the edge. The sincerity mixed with lust in your eyes was the final straw. He released his hot load into you as you also surrendered to your pleasure.

“Now I would say that you’re stuffed,” Taehyung joked as he leaned over to kiss your forehead, “I love you too, ___. So much. More than you could ever fathom. In a way, you saved my life.”

“I did?” you were still out of it from your two intense orgasms.

“You did. But we can talk about that another day. I’ll get something to clean you up,” he chuckled.

You were already asleep by the time he returned with a towel. He smiled to himself, wondering how you can go from sinfully seductive one second to downright adorable to the next. Taehyung happily cuddled up next to you and soon followed suit in slumber.

You had to return back to your house the next day. You stupidly forgot your laptop charger and Taehyung was whining because he wanted to watch Peaky Blinders. Taehyung dropped you off and waved cutely as you left the car. You promised that you’d watch the show with him the next day.

The moment you stepped foot into your cottage you noticed something was off. The door gave way too easily, and the aura had changed. The once peaceful atmosphere of your safe haven had been replaced by an eerie stillness. It was akin to the silence before a major storm.

You silently surveyed the immediate surroundings as you closed the door behind you. You knew you weren’t alone. Acting as if nothing was wrong, you casually walked to the bedroom. The intruder was watching you intently.

You stretched nonchalantly, in hopes of luring the intruder out. It worked. A rustle of movement was heard behind you, allowing you to easily evade the attack. In a motion almost unseen to the human eye, you had your attacker pinned to the ground with a knife at their throat (it’s good practice to always keep a weapon on you in this profession).

“I really thought I had you that time,” your attacker sighed.

“Jungkook? What the fuck are you doing here?” you angrily questioned, tilting his chin up with your blade.

“I could ask the same thing,” he retorted, unfazed by the knife at his throat, “What the fuck have you been doing here for the past two months, ___?”

“I’m on a mission. Is that a problem?” you masked your alarm.

“It is if you refuse to kill your target. I’ve been tailing you for the past week. You’ve had so many chances to finish that thing off, yet here we are,” he replied smugly.

“Did Yoongi send you?”

“Who else?”

“Go back and tell him that I’m working on it.”

“You want me to lie?” Jungkook dramatically dropped his jaw.

That angered you, causing you to apply just enough pressure with the knife to break his skin. A line of blood trickled down the blade.

“Why did you choose to reveal yourself now?” you snarled.

“I got bored. Tracking you is boring. Watching you pretend to be in love with that thing is boring. I came to give you an ultimatum. Either you kill it, or I will. That thing killed your parents, ___. You have to remember that it’s a monster,” Jungook challenged you, “Guess little Miss Number One is finally slipping.”

“Fuck you. All those years of chasing after my ass finally getting to you? Second best isn’t such a bad thing.” you mocked.

“Fuck me? If you insist,” Jungkook winked, “You know, this position is kinda hot. You into knife play?”

“Shut up, Jungkook,” you say in disgust, finally releasing your hold on him.

You sit on the bed, watching Jungkook as he paced around your room. Processing his ultimatum had you in a trance. By now, you had no chance of killing Taehyung. You foolishly fell in love with him.

However, you didn’t think Jungkook would be able to win in a fight against Taehyung. Jungkook is too brash, and Taehyung is too powerful despite his atypical behavior. Even if Taehyung killed Jungkook, that would only cause more problems. The VEC would be even more eager to exterminate him, and will probably send multiple teams in to do the job. Maybe you could convince Yoongi to call it off. Maybe, by some miracle, he would listen to you.

“___? ___? Yoohoo. If you’re gonna ignore me, you should at least stop staring at my dick,” Jungkook stood before you.

“Huh?” you were pulled out of your daze and looked up at him , “Oh. Don’t flatter yourself, Jungkook. I wouldn’t stare at your shrimp dick even if my life was on the line.”

“My Jungcock is the size of a jumbo shrimp, thanks for noticing,” Jungkook grinned.

“God, you’re so disgusting,” you rolled your eyes.

“And yet the vamp ladies can’t get enough of me. They’re willing to die for this dick,” Jungkook nodded.

“I don’t think they’re exactly willing, but sure. Do me a favor, go back to Yoongi and tell him that the job is done,” you say quietly.

“Oh? You’re gonna kill your lover boy?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Duh. It’s my job. It’s just been hard to find an opening--”

“Bullshit. I told you, you’ve had numerous openings. You just refuse to take any of them for some reason. Don’t tell me that you’ve actually gotten attached to your target,” Jungkook said in disbelief.

You remained quiet, avoiding eye contact. There was no use in lying, Jungkook would see right through you.

“Holy shit, ___. You dumb bitch,” Jungkook laughed.

“I told you that I would handle it. Just go tell Yoongi that the job is done,” you pleaded.

“And get chewed out in your place? No thank you,” Jungkook sat beside you, “So, what happened?”

You tell him everything. Despite him being a dick, Jungkook was probably the closest thing you had to a friend. He was orphaned due to a vampire attack, so the VEC took him in. You’ve been rivals since you were kids.

“Sounds like you might actually have real feelings for this thing,” Jungkook said after hearing you out.

“He’s not a thing, his name is Taehyung,” you admonished, “But yes, I think I actually am in love. I fucked up big time, Jungkook,” you exhaled in exasperation.

“Feels bad man,” Jungkook shook his head, “Major F.”

“Ok thanks for your sympathy,” you huffed.

“You still have to kill him. You know that right?”

“I know. It’s just going to be really hard,” you fought back tears.

Jungkook watched you struggle to hold everything in. He pulled you in for a hug. You suddenly let it all out, crying into his chest. Everything came crashing down. You have to fulfill your mission. Even if you failed, the VEC would pursue Taehyung relentlessly. You owe it to him to give him a peaceful death.

Your special poison. That’s how you’ll do it. Once he’s immobile, you’ll be able to behead him in one quick motion, making it virtually painless for him. But god, it’s gonna hurt like hell for you.

“Do it the next time you meet him. If you don’t, I’ll kill him myself,” Jungkook said after you finished crying. He said it in a tone that let you know that it’s not a threat, but rather a promise that he’ll back you up.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You tried to convince yourself that Taehyung was just a monster that charmed you to bend to his will. You tried to believe that he doesn’t actually love you. You tried to believe that everything was a lie.

But you just couldn’t.

You didn’t want to think about how tomorrow will be the last day you’d ever see him. It would be the last time he would ever hold you in his arms, the last time he’d gaze at you with his beautiful eyes, and the last time he would ever say that he loves you.

You drove to Taehyung’s house the next day, as promised. Taehyung waited for you in his usual spot on the fountain’s edge. His lips curled into a smile as soon as you drove in. God, you’d miss that smile.

He bounded over to you as you parked the car.

“Hello darling! Oh, are you alright?” Taehyung asked with a concerned look when he saw your puffy eyes, “Have you been crying?”

“I got emotional last night. It was stupid. Don’t worry about it,” you faked a smile.

“It’s not stupid if you cried over it. What upset you?”

“The thought of losing you,” you answered honestly.

“Aw, that’s sweet. Don’t worry, my darling. You won’t be rid of me any time soon,” Taehyung pulls you into a tight embrace to reassure you.

“I hope not,” you quietly replied.

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