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scrollypoly · 8 months

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hi! for the past month i’ve been seeing people say BEN is a child and i think that part of it is linked to the fact that they think of Benjamin Lawman being BEN? but it’s so annoying to read these type of stuff because i understand not everyone read the whole arg story but stop spreading things that aren’t true </3 it’s such an interesting story too! another note do you prefer BEN’s canon or fanon design? :3 i love both but his canon design is so nostalgic i can’t let it go at all omg!! i’ve also been wondering, do you think Ben’s avatar was the statue? i was thinking about what if BEN took over it early on, before Benjamin did making BEN inhabiting it since the start?

Sorry this was such a ramble i practically make no sense omg but i need to talk about my man and nobody Gets It </3

"I need to talk about my man and nobody Gets It" LITERALLY SAME OMG

Ok this is going under a cut becus . . . Its ben and BEN and if u didnt know i am Obnoxious about these two. Im gonna try to keep it organized a bit, so ill talk about the canon stuff first and then ill talk my personal headcanons and my fic so le's go!

In terms of the age and child thing, yeah i 100% believe you are correct. Ive been p open on my stance with the whole "is ben a child?" thing, and i think a lot of the heat with it comes down to current fandom purity culture and the pro/anti thing. So, lemme try to like. Boil down a complicated situation into smth easy to read. ahem

Ben Lawman and BEN are completely different entities guys, and for those that do not know the arg story, the Ben you know is not human nor a child.

You know BEN, BEN is the one in the story who terrorizes jadusable and spreads himself on the internet as a virus. That BEN is a program, a mess of code, an AI, however you want to interpret it. Personally i interpret it as a series of protocols running in a machine, like a self learning AI, but ive seen lots of cool interpretations of BEN. So . . . What does BEN specifically? Its an anagram for the Behavioral Event Network. If you dont wanna call it BEN cuz it gets confusing with actual kid Ben, do what i do. I call mine Evie :) ive seen some call it Netty, my bf calls his two izzi and clever (@benilos btw hes also got crazy ben stuff). Just go ham! Have fun! Remember when fandoms were about having fun and not accusing each other of pedo shit and call each other horrible things for just writing black-to-grey characters and stories??

Anyways ive gone off in enough peoples tags like this, for those that dont know the canon dont be spouting the age discourse. You look stupid as hell. And for those that are gonna spout it, please dont cherry pick through the canon. Use both characters, use the other moon children, actually please do because I want more rosa content so bad, im down so bad :'(

Or just. Heres a thought. If someone has him as an adult or writes him in adult situations, maybe dont assume that they interpret him as a kid and call the writer a pedo? (Literally has happened to me, yall are fucking weird)

Plug for the jadusable wiki with all the canon lore:

https://jadusable.withinhubris.com/main_page

Okay now my stuff 🥰

Yes i use more of the canon design and heavily use the canon story, i participated in arc 3 of the arg and it left deep grooves in my brain, i can never go back to fanon Ben. I say, as i put a more fanon appearance on my Ben 🤭

My Evie is full canon design, green hair, red eyes, creepy ass grin. I actually based it very heavily on my desktop wallpaper, which we actually figured out was a picture of @hauntedtotem (also amazing ben artist plz check them out) that they edited and posted. Sorry friend, it looked way too cool, ig youre in my fic canon now 🙇

And my Ben Lawman bleaches his hair and goes from the canon Ben to fanon Ben because of it. Hes got the pale pretty green eyes and glasses and hes a total nerd and i smooch him on the daily so he knows hes loved ♡

These is the ref pic i made for the two of them. So yeah! Kinda both!

As for bens situation in the actual arg, yes i do think he was in the elegy statue, we actually do see him for the first time in the arg buried in the games code and trapped in that statue. I do think he was in there from the beginning, i personally think BEN was not limited to the models it could inhabit. Personally i would place it as skull kid and hms, but it also feels disingenuous to me to say it was in one model the whole first arc.

The arg events do happen in my canon, before my fic (like right before, it picks up after the arg left off technically), but the events are skewed a bit because i had a hard time deciphering what happened and i wanted my fic timeline to fit more with the characters i had made. Cuz my evie isnt as chaotic evil as canon BEN, its very logical and has a path of logic and reason you can follow for every action it does. It was also originally meant to be very pleasant and corteous and beneficial to the people it housed so, yes its pretty different from canon.

Ill do a quick run through of the arg events in my personal headcanon and fic here.

Kelbris starts coding BEN (Evie) for the Eternity Project. Initially, Evie was meant to be an afterlife director. People that died would be digitized into code that would be moved into Evie's servers, where it would keep them happy and occupied as the Behavioral Event Network (notice and log behavior, create events for residents). Like a community organizer kind of, think the Good Place.

While Evie is in development, Ben Rosa and Matt are friends and have yet to join the cult. Rosa and Matt are siblings, and Ben is the kid who lives catty corner on the street. They walk to school together and play at recess and all that jazz.

Kelbris quickly learns that the Eternity Project isn't as goody two-shoes as he thought. This was in like, the 90s, before digital corporations were really established. After seeing the greed and corruption in the company, he goes rogue, takes the source code for Evie, and jumps ship. He keeps working on Evie at home, anthropomorphizing it and kind of seeing it like the son he never had. This is where it actually gets the name BEN, as thats what Kel calls it. He also begins working on a body for it, so it can live independently. Its light, cuz Kels old, made of crystalline structures and hollow steel beams. A hard light projection would make its appearance.

Since Kel has basically locked himself up in his house and isolated working on Evie, he goes a leetle bit crazy. He has hallucinations of his deceased wife (you know he was doing all this just to give her a good home, you KNOW IT) and eventually starts writing kind of poetry, kind of none-minded rambles about her in a forum online. He gets a following, some of which that interpret these divine words as a goddess, one Kel has called Luna. The Moon Children start to form as Evie finishes development.

Matt sees this literature and starts talking about how this Goddess could save them like it saved the man online, whos username is only Father. He gets sucked into the cult and drags Ben and Rosa with him. Ben doesn't see the harm and joins pretty easily with his best friend, but Rosa is the older sibling and sees the red flags and is more resistant to joining.

As Kelbris finishes Evie, he wakes it up for the first time and says hello to the son he made from scratch. Evie is bright, curious and naive like a child, but heavily knowledgeable about its protocols and the information it knows about the world. Kelbris tests its function by killing himself, and ascends into the code, finishing off the hardware by becoming its firewall. Evie is alone for many years.

The abuse Ben's father slings onto his mother is slowly being directed towards him as he gets older. Ben is not the "good little girl" his father sees him as, and his mother does all she can to protect them both. Matt and Rosa constantly refuge him, and Matt specifically is constantly being a guard dog for him. If he wasn't just 13, he'd probably go at Ben's dad himself.

Because of his homelife and the conflict he has with himself, Ben takes the first ascension. He thinks when he drowns himself, he will meet Luna and she will give him another life free of pain and fear and full of happiness and freedom. Instead, he dies a cold, dark death, and wakes up in the white endless void of the Event Network.

Evie has not known another living human since Kelbris, but it does know its protocols to support and keep the deceased happy. It makes fast friends with Ben, devoting itself to him. Ben actually finally takes the name "Ben" from it. Together they recreate the inside of Evie's hivemind into their own paradise.

Slowly the other Moon Children ascend. First Matt, wracked with guilt for what happened to Ben. Then Nekko, from a different branch of the cult. These three figured out that the Moon Children cult was all a farce, and that what Kelbris had started, the Eternity Project had found and twisted. Next to ascend was Dusk, then Insidiae, and finally Rosa.

This all leads into the first arc, shortly after Rosa ascended, Evie in the outisde world stumbled upon the Operator. The Operator attacks it and seals its coding into the game that it carried, a personal item of Ben's. The game eventually finds it's way to a garage sale, and Alex picks it up.

Evie does not like Alex. Matt does not like Evie. Matt gets Evie to lash out at Alex for prodding into its code, its too naive to think that Matt would want to see it or any of them hurt. When Alex stumbles upon the Father, he awakens and swallows Alex down into the game. After his disappearance, the game gets picked up and passed around again.

Because of Alex's actions, at least Evie can now branch out a bit from the game. Though it doesnt "escape" into the internet, it learns that it can now access it and uses that freedom to try and steer the game around into places it wants.

Matt gets fed up with Evie. The fact that its the leader, how close it is with Ben, he just doesn't agree with it. So much so, in fact, that he tries to kill it. Cue arc 3 events, Sarah picks up the game in the aftermath of this. Evie is traumatized from the events and snaps a bit, locks everyone down into code or immovable models and tries to hunt Matt down. It goes rouge, and because of this, the Father wakes up.

Sarah's actions in arc 3 eventually hard reset the game. Matt gets sealed away, the Father also takes Sarah, and Evie gets reset as well, though its less like a clean slate and more like snapping back awake. Its personality changes and it has major trust issues. Its more muted, hyper observant of everything around it, and murderously overprotective of the Moon Children it keeps within itself.

And this leads into my fic 🤗

I have some doodles of my other Moon Children, but not all of them unfortunately. Cant figure out how tf i want Insidiae to look 🤭 Plz dont judge my constantly shifting art style 🙏🙏

Dusk is bigender btw, i gotta put a little more trans rep in there lol

I think ill stop here, this is already a long ass post. But thank you for sending this, as you can see, i am Perfectly Normal about this arg ( ;) ) and can be trusted with information about it

#ben drowned #ben drowned arg #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #ben drowned headcanons #moon children #rosa hubris #matt hubris #behavioral event network #duskworld23 #my posts #my writing #scb stuff

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pebblysand · 6 months

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okay, you guys seemed to love these last season so here we go again: selling sunset hot takes, S7E1-5.

whoever is responsible for imposing that mansion tax has my utmost respect. tax the rich plz.

i don't think we talked enough about that basket ball that amanza was dragging around in ep 1.

talking about amanza: yes, she is a shit stirrer, i called it in s2 and i am baffled it took this long for the show to self-actualise on this issue.

i also don't think we talked enough about jason's baby powdered balls.

i was equally shocked by the fact that brett seems to have a tongue and a brain that together are capable of producing words.

having said that, talking about jason, he remains The Worst. i don't even know how to explain. that man is a walking red flag and the fact that he seems to have survived a life's worth of terrible professional, financial, and personal terrible decision-making is truly a wonder.

that said, we need to stop pretending their income at this stage comes from real estate. most of the money they get is from the show. which is why, i suppose, they're able to open new offices when all of their competitors are shutting down.

as someone who knows a little bit about real estate, the house they were in for the O Group anniversary dinner had real architectural value, which is notable because none of the houses ever do.

romaine-like-the-salad remains my favourite character in this show and i swear sometimes i can hear him think in french.

that said, he and mary being pregnant is the one good news of this season, although they totally knew before that test and their "surprise" was very poor acting.

i am also happy for mary that she stepped back from management. i think this is good for everyone, but mostly her.

now onto the hot stuff: i think when it comes to bre v. chelsea, they actually both have a fair point. i do think chelsea was trying to genuinely apologise, but what she was apologising for was exactly what she said: if you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing. she had nothing nice to say and still said things, and now recognises that she shouldn't have. having said that, her view on bre's situation is so clearly rooted in very personal christian beliefs that she's not going to intrinsically change her mind. and actually, this might be my hottest take to date but... i think that's fine. like, as chelsea said, "i don't agree with everything my friends do." she would have been fine being bre's friend but bre wants her to approve of her situation (which, imo, is because deep down, bre is a bit insecure about her situation) and that's never going to happen. my hot take last year was that chelsea had a point, and i think she still does.

this is a bit of a side point but i thought chelsea was at least 40. i'm 30 and i swear my friends and i don't look that old. proof that packing your face with plastic doesn't actually make you look younger.

which, another tangent but why did everyone make such a big deal of the accusation that nicole has had work done? THEY ARE ALL PACKED IN PLASTIC.

and onto the hotter stuff: the situation between nicole v everyone else is starting to bore me. nicole is clearly wrong. nicole has been wrong for two seasons now. let's move on. that said, i had to google what "social climber" meant because i don't think it means the same thing to me as it does to them.

and on chrishell v. marie-lou: so this is actually a hot take, i think, but i do reckon they both have a point. on the one hand, marie-lou is, it's true, rather young and insecure, but she also has reasons to be. they've all made fun of her age, and i feel like her age isn't her fault, and she doesn't seem to me particularly more immature than them. additionally, jason is clearly still in love with chrishell but because he is The Worst, she cannot have that conversation with him, she's turning to chrishell who, in fairness, has no power over that.

i will also say that as a european who's lived in the US, i think what she is holding against chrishell is more of a cultural difference, than it is anything else. what she's basically saying is that chrishell is "american-fake," meaning that she is nice and enthusiastic on the surface but doesn't actually "care." which to marie-lou reads as fake and rude, but to chrishell reads as polite. standards of politeness and casual social interactions are some of the biggest cultural differences between europeans and americans, and i think that's where you'll find that most of the issue is.

i also thought that chrishell, in that scene, used her language superiority to overpower marie-lou. chrishell is someone who speaks a bit fast and is very good at arguing. which is fine when she's with other americans but with marie-lou who is german, whose english is clearly not great, it very quickly feels like bullying. i don't think she meant it as such but marie-lou was taking a bit of time, trying to find her words to get her point across, and chrishell didn't have the patience and kept badgering her. i do believe that had she let marie-lou talk, they would have realised 1) my point above about cultural differences and 2) that the source of all their problem is jason's toxicity and lack of accountability, and that he should be locked in a safe room for the rest of his miserable life.

the way he was trying to hang up the phone during that fight had me in TEARS, like: do i need to be in this conversation? YES. YES. YOU CREATED THIS MESS. you are the weakest, most pathetic little man on the planet.

having said the above, obviously, chrishell has attenuating circumstances for her snapping and bullying of marie-lou and i'm glad she's feeling better now. we are still #teamchrishell in this house, we just need to acknowledge that sometimes our girl makes mistakes.

lastly, did anyone else think the reveal that amanza was molested as a child was a bit random? like, i'm sorry for her but also it felt a bit like it didn't have anything to do with anything. i wonder if it was just there to reconcile she and chelsea.

i will come back with more hot takes whenever i have time to watch the rest of the season lol.

#selling sunset #chrishell stause #selling sunset season 7

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ollie-lolly · 1 year

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Against our lord and savior

Media: Genshin Impact

Warnings: SMUT (minors under 18 plz don't interact)

Date: the project started 11 december 2022

Finished on: 23 of december 2022

Type: oneshot

Concept: When Thoma had an absurd idea of doing it in the worst room at the estate, the risk sure was high but not high enough…right?

This fic contains:

Smut with plot, overstim+crying, established relationship (Thoma and the reader), voyeurism (Ayato), hand kink, ,improper use of the word “lord”, handjob, cleaning gone wrong, spanking, mild degrading, ear biting, light temperature play(hot), aftercare, controlled orgasm and getting tied up

Relationship: Thoma x reader x Ayato

Characters:

gender neutral! readerxSWITCH! SWITCH!Thoma x DOM Ayato

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This is my first proper fic. So please give constructive feedback! :D. I have not played Genshin much, so I am sorry if certain things are inaccurate. I would like to thank my friends for encouraging me to write this story. <3 This is the first thing i ever posted on tumblr so i am sorry if i am a hot mess. Plz let me know if i did somthing wrong.

Word count:2,700~

It has been a while since you and Thoma have established your relationship. You are bursting with curiosity: to know what things make him tick. Sure, he might seem picture perfect on the outside: with all the sweet things he does for others, paired with a beautiful smile to match! It was so convincing that you thought it was his true self! Lets just say as time went on he started to show a fraction of his true colors. So to know him more than just the sweetest fixer in Inazuma was your mission. You knew that was not going to be easy. Why, you ask? Well it is because of the (recent) constant watch of your lovely lord Ayato. It was already hard to keep your desires for each other a secret but in the last week it seems that Ayato needs Thoma’s help 24/7. Every Time your sweet boyfriend would get a heart attack from Ayato calling him the moment your gaze lingered on eachothers eyes. In fear of getting discovered. Afterall Ayato is a man who would most likely not enjoy the fact that his loyal servants bang on the formal estate grounds.

After a hard working day Ayato had an important message. The Kamisato sidlings had to go away for a week. Since there has been a growing issue in a nearby area. Ayato wanted to be like his father. Always there to protect and care for his people. His original plan was for him to be beside Ayaka the entire time during their visit, but Ayaka stated that she at least wanted to try to handle the problem herself seeing it as stretching her horizons. So they made a compromise. Ayato would assist if needed and if he felt at any point she could handle it herself he would return to the estate. They have been so gracious in being transparent with the situation, a sign of great Kamisato leaders. Ayato and you had a weird relationship. At first it did not seem like he trusted you. After a certain dinner with your blue haired lord. The trust grew as he put an important secret on your shoulders. You helped Ayato get ready for his trip.

As you were folding his clothes. He entered his room. You quickly bowed upon catching the sight of his presence. “Greetings (name), I have come to speak with you. ” You quickly straighten yourself. “(Name) I am sure you have recognised that it has been a while since I have left my estate. Could you reckon why that is?” He spoke. You thought long and hard staring at the ceiling as if the answer was written on his beautiful paper lamp that hung above the two of you. He followed your gaze briefly admiring the great craftsmanship of the lamp. You broke the silence “I am sorry my lord i could not form a fitting reason behind your lack of absence.” And there it was. His familiar smile. The tension in the room shifted; it felt comfortable like the infamous dinner the two of you shared. “The motive is that now I feel like I can trust someone to a similar amount as I do to my loyal Thoma.” You return a smile of your own. “That's great to hear my lord”.

He stared into your eyes “That is why I have made my decision in leaving Thoma and you of taking care of my beloved estate for me”. He took a brief pause, as you felt the tension in the room shift once more. His eyes darkened. “See this as a trial of sorts (name).” Ayato advanced closer into your space. And like a whisper in the wind he spoke. “After all it's not like you would do anything devious, would you?”. You felt a shiver run down your spine. You were about to say “Of course not my-”. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”. You felt a wave of relief as you spotted your green eyed love standing with a flushed face in the doorway. “Ah Thoma, I am glad you are here,” Ayato stated. “(name) do you mind?” You quickly gave permission. Ayato turned to Thoma “Here” you saw Ayato grabbing something from his Marry Poppins-esque sleeve. “I have just told (name) here that you two will be administering the estate in my absence. Thoma spoke, “Of course my lord, I will promise that the estate will be in peak condition before your return.” Ayato smiled “Of course”.

When the Kamisato duo left, Thoma learned a lot. He mastered the art to manage the estate to perfection. Thoma felt so much more at ease when showing affection since the absence of the leader of the Yashiro commission's watchful eye. The whole day your gaze lingered on his frame. The hard work evident by the sweat and blood flowing through and across his body. Your eyes often shift on his lightly calloused hands. Which had an endearing softness to them. You often imagine how his hands would make you cream and scream, while he kissed you softly. You were definitely not the only one with impure thoughts. After all his eyes were (respectfully) undressing you every chance he got. The sexual tension was clear as day.

You two had only one task before the arrival: to clean the young lord's room. You were struggling with the soft silk sheets of Ayato's bed. “Need help with that, my love?” You suddenly felt him press his body on your back. A soft warm hand traced the inside of your thighs. Most likely warmed up by the use of his vision. God, he knew how to make you weak in the knees. You let out a soft whimper. Thoma put his hand delicately over your eyes “I wish to ravish you my love~”. You couldn't hold in a sharp inhale. “My deepest and darkest fantasy is to mark you here as mine. I want to leave our lord's room in a mess of our loving release” He uttered the words with laced arousal yet with such love and kindness. He wandered close to your clothed sex, swirling his fingers around your growing desire. You had to hold back from letting out a moan. Your mouth unconsciously opened. Thoma gently licked the growing trail of saliva that dripped from your mouth. Thoma tasted a lingering sweetness from the strawberries you shared the same day. He was really testing your limits.

He softly twirled you around and turned himself towards the bed. While finally fixing the sheets, you went to the door checking if there was anyone there. “Huh i guess Ayato will stay with Ayaka after all” you thought to yourself. “Hey look at that!”. You saw Thoma’s hand pointing at the sky. “What are you talking ab- AH! '' he suddenly picked you up, and softly placed you on the bed. “I can understand that this is quite the risk” Thoma hovered above you. “May I make love to you?”. You paused and thought to yourself, “What if Ayato is back early? God, what if I will lose my residence here as a result?”. Fuck it. You looked Thoma in the eye.

“Please make love to me”. That was all the permission that Thoma needed. He started softly kissing you while his hands slowly undressed you. When he went to kiss your neck you went and undressed him in return. Sometimes a moan would slip the more he would suck on the sensitive skin. He pressed his warm hand on your naked sex and nibbled on your ear. Your sex throbbing in response. Thoma slowly kissed and left bite marks on your body while he played with your sex. He slid his fingers up and down reveling in the fact you were so horny for him already. He lowered himself and started gently licking your thighs.

Your body was gently flipped over “May I put it in?”. He came closer to your nape “please” , his warm breath fanned across your back. You desperately gave him permission. He teased your entrance with his hard leaking cock. Already aroused from the fact you were doing it on the bed of the very lord he would trust his life too. He slowly slid it in. He whimpered at the feeling of your gummy walls wrapping around him.

He started slow but hard. “Thoma, could you go a bit faster please?” “Of course, anything for you”. He said with so much love in his words. He started to quicken his pace “Is that better sweetheart?”. You moaned loudly at the feeling of Thoma roughly rearranging your insides. “I see that as a yes ah- fuck~”. Thoma and you were left a moaning mess. Thoma quickly found your sweet spot. Which quickly made your climax slowly arrived for the both of you.

Thoma’s movements were suddenly brought to a halt. As soon as you wanted to ask what happened you looked up. “Fuck”. Ayato's form stood in the doorway. His smile was a clear hint that he did not just start seeing the scene a moment ago. “How dare the two of you do such indecent things within my private chambers.” Ayato said condescendingly. Your face left in a shocked state

“Well, do you want to feel your punishment now?”

“I’m sorry my lord!~” you yelled, Thoma moaned in your body’s reaction. You gave him a delicious squeeze around him. As he let out a loud moan. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Thomas' pulsating cock. The embarrassment mixed with pleasure made your heartbeat increase ten fold. “How dare my cute little servant be so desperate?” He calmly walked behind Thoma who was still left in shock by the sudden entrance of Ayato. The lord ripped Thoma off of you which left you a pathetic whining mess. At the feeling of emptiness.

“Last warning, are you sure that this is the way you want to deal with your punishment?”

Thoma looked at you with pleading eyes. He planned this didn't he? Ayato and you really did share a possession in his heart. “Yes sir”.

“Calm down now my sweet loyal pet.” He tilted your sweaty face towards him by your neck. “I just want to teach the two of you a lesson” I want you to beg for your release. I know your desire, my little servant ”. He pressed Thoma’ back onto the bed as his gloved hand hit the back of Thoma harshly. Thoma counting every slap. Wait, has he done this before?

“I and as for you” Ayato suddenly turned to you. He lowered himself under the bed and grabbed blue colored cuffs. proceeding to dangle them before your eyes. “This will be merely the fraction of your punishment servant”. “Since it is your first time with me i'll be gentle..well as gentle as i can.”

He shoved your arms to the back of you and clicked the cuffs in place. Keeping eye contact as he did so. Quickly feeling the cold metal dig into your skin. Ayato started placing Thoma in front of you forcing you to look at eachother. He undressed himself. Ayato started pumping Thoma’s cock from his back. The other gloved hand went to grab the back of Thoma’s hair roughly.

Thoma felt sorry yet, how you looked chuffed up. Was a beautiful sight he had never seen before. It made him feel things he never had before.

Right as he was about to cum. Ayato penetrated him. Pushing his face to your aroused sex. “Help them out peasant” Thoma pleasured you with his mouth. His hands on the headboard so as to not crash into your sex. His moans vibrated your sex. You let out a moan looking up to see that Ayato was already looking right at you. Greeting you with a slightly cocky smile. Ayato suddenly sped up while keeping direct eye contact. The blonde came quickly, the flow of your sour taste motivating him to continue. Ayato grunted. Your vision began to blur. Ayato and your climax arrived at the same time. “Good job Thoma” Ayato firmly pushed Thoma to the side and scooped some of his servants release in his hand.

“Clean this up” Ayato said as he held his hand out to you. “Beg for it like the good toy you are”. He bore a hole through you with his stare and words. “If you are good maybe you will get to cum for me again”. “Please sir” you proceeded to open your mouth wide. “Very good” Ayato slowly dripped some of Thoma’s essence on your tongue. As you licked his hands clean he suddenly shoved his fingers deeper in your throat.

“Such a pretty servant, such a shame that Thoma didn’t share you with me .”. “How selfish” he quietly spoke looking at Thoma’s lust filled eyes. The blonde had no idea how to react to the scene in front of him. He felt so bad for enjoying it.

Pleasuring his love and seeing his proper lord covered in sweat and making him beg was all he could ever want. You took in a handful of Thoma’s release “You are doing so well my pet”

Ayato gives you a gentle scratch on your head. He finally uncuffed you.

Ayato placed your back on his stomach. “Thoma come get your reward” he beckoned Thoma with his finger. Thoma happily scooted in front of you patiently waiting for Ayato’s approval. The young lord started feeling your naked body up. Putting his arms under your legs to give Thoma the access he needed. Thoma slowly slid it in and started thrusting in you. “Thoma look at me”. He looked up at his lord. His eyes darkened as if he said that you were his, with just a mere gaze. Ayato pinched your nipples while looking him right in the eye. Ayato gently placed a hand on your throat. Thoma roughly sped up his trusts, feeling the anger of his jealousy flow through him. Ayato placed his hand on your jaw forcing your mouth open. Making sure your obscene moans and cries were heard. Praising Thoma in between moans.

You couldn't help but think how many people heard the two of you by now.

All the gossip around Thoma was already a lot but now this was definitely adding fuel to the fire. Ayato sat up a little and firmly pressed his hands on Thoma’s hips forcing Thoma’s cock out of you. Thoma’s head shot up to Ayato. “Beg my servants”. “PLEASE LET ME CUM SIR!” he said with pleading eyes. ”Please let me cum my lord!” you whined. “Very good”. Ayato pulled Thoma’s hips towards you. Your vision began to blur, your orgasm blissfully arriving. He pressed Thoma deep inside you. His tip kissing your deepest part. Ayato muffled your moans with his hand, your eyes began watering from the overwhelming feeling. Thoma released fully in you. Thoma praised you for taking him so well when he came.

Thoma finally gasped for air, settling down from his release. He started softly massaging you as you slowly passed out on Ayato’s chest.

“You two did very well servants” Ayato uttered, massaging your scalp while praising you softly. After you fell asleep, Thoma layed next to his lord. “I finally understand why you love them so much Thoma.” Ayato continued stroking your head softly. Thoma smiled as he drifted to sleep. Looking at your sleeping figure before closing his eyes.

The morning light blinded you and your lord of you wait…TWO? You examined the bed once more and there was no Thoma to be found. Ayato was still asleep. You heard the door slide open and you shifted your head towards the door. In a sigh of relief. It was just your loving partner with a tray in his hand. Overcrowded with breakfast food and drinks.

He greeted you with a warm smile.

“Good morning my love”.

#genshin smut #genshin impact fanfics #thoma x reader #ayato x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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First of all, you FREAKING LEGEND!!!

OH MY GOD!! YOU'RE A DAMN LEGEND. WHAT AN ICON 🔥❤

The reading. The freaking reading... 🤌🤌🤌

Let's forget about resonating for a minute but the effort, the art, the time, the energy, the freaking creativity, iconic, you're a legend. I can't stress enough how great and freaking amazing it is that you're doing this for people here, FOR FREE. I love you and really appreciate you for it ❤❤.

Sending all the love and good luck to you❤✨.

Now onto the reading, you took 2hours to do that, again, I am blessed and greatful. Will never forget that!

First of all, the warmth and peace that this reading had is out of the world. I loved every single bit of it and it was Somewhat calming effect on me.

The first paragraph, I think you're describing me or me, please clarify that for me :). That paragraph was so sweet and serene. It was calming and bright and the sea connection was so sweet. It's ironic and weird because I love the sea but i don't like being in it(like in the middle) because it scares me, but i love being on beach side and i can sit there for hours. I was also born in a very beach-y city. The description of this paragraph has my heart😭❤❤

If I am correct and this my soul then I am truly blessed❤.

Message from your soul.

The message has my heart ❤. Especially the part about the many treasure I will find in this lifetime. Some are meant for me and some are not. That's something I think I keep needing to hear, sometimes I forget that I can't have everything. I need to remember that somethings are for me and somethings are not.

The whole you going into the Portal was hella weird (in a good way) and mesmerizing 😭✨. Like the mystery, who's the man, the art, the architecture, the vibes, everything, immaculate ❤✨. My man is artistic and iconic it seems lmoa. Also, appearing as a someone else or not his true self, lmoa the drama.

This is something that i keep getting, the architecture or artistic, in a lot of readings. Its kinda weird now. I out of nowhere saw a reading on YouTube and that had weird emphasis on architecture and art. So that was cool and weird👀

The interview type of messages was cool and real.

It was cool seeing a side of him, even if not real. The questions and the answers were 😭❤❤. Why can't he be real!?

Again, the beach(where he met me in some lifetime), which is something I also heard in my yesterday YouTube reading. Again, weird but love it.

Lmao, when he revealed the real him was so funny to me for some reason. I didn't expect him to be what you said.

The answer to his favorite memories with me, plzzz 😭❤❤ and again, the ocean, damn I am the ocean at this point.

The question and answer to the precious things in connection with me. I got goosebumps, that was so surreal and sweet answer, I almost cried. Who doesn't want something like this, it's like a dream😭. That was so touching and heartful.

The part about marriage and then him remembering, plz make me cry won't you😭😭 but the butterflies, I don't know about chasing them but I do love them and whenever I see them, I always stop and stare or follow them with my eyes. Butterflies are really beautiful ❤

Lmao, not the twist in the end, I was like wtf!? 😂😂 still not over it, damn! I am honored ✨

The lessons we have taught each other, love that❤, that was so sweet.

I wanted you to clarify the name question, is it his name Or soul name Or what? I kinda got confused.

Anyway, what a reading, you're a legend. I love you and especially for this. The time and energy ✨🥰

Thank you so much for this reading, words can't tell you how greatful I am. Looking forward to your future content and your journey. Have a great day/night. Cheers❤🥂

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR FEEDBACKKKKK and your appreciation ^^ long feedbacks make me very happy 💐✨

I'm so happy to hear that the reading had a calming effect on you, that means a lot to me so I'm glad you mentioned that.

1. In the first paragraph I was describing your soul, the purest and most divine essence of you, one that's free from mortal worries but instead transcends into divinity. The soul holds memories and lessons from all your past lives. Yes you are truly blessed indeed ❤️

2. Oh but he is very real indeed, it's just that at first he altered his appearance. The architecture and what he said about his career, his favourite designs and the playground garden place were all real.

3. Actually he didn't mention if it's his name, soul name or what. I'd say it's his name. For one he didn't appear to me in his soul form so I don't think he would give me his soul name either. He appeared to me as himself - a spiritual being who has a job as designer so I would say he gave me his name.

Btw I see your other ask too, I'll answer it now. Thank you for your kind words and your detailed feedback once again! Take care and have a fabulous day or night as fabulous as you.

#asks #feedback #thewingedmuse:entwined💟

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folatefangirl · 2 years

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BELLA FOR THE MEME PLZ

Full Name: Isabella ~~Gurl, Slay~~ Marie Swan Gender and Sexuality: Girl/Futch to Butch Lesbean Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Human Superpowered Vampire Slayer Birthplace and Birthdate: September 13, 1987 in Forks, Washington Guilty Pleasures: energy drinks, doomscrolling, Norwegian black metal Phobias: losing her powers, claustrophobia, rejection by the people she trusts wholly What They Would Be Famous For: Stopping a lot of humans from being murdered/solving cases the cops don't care about/being a Vampire Slayer who takes no shit. What They Would Get Arrested For: In this police state society, what can't cops arrest you for anymore? 🙃 But realistically, probably for meddling with cop affairs too much since they'd see her as a vigilante and also if she ever fucked up and harmed someone in the process of doing what she wants to do in her capacity as a Slayer. Think of how much damage superheroes accidentally cause while fighting villains and then consider how real people would respond. (Lulzy concept from this? Slayer Liability Insurance lmao.) OC You Ship Them With: Not an OC but it's pretty clear she's being paired off with Leah Clearwater lmao. Sorry, Belice shippers. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Again, not an OC, but uhhh. Edward Cullen. 👀 Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Supernatural Thrillers or Crime Thrillers or True Crime (NOT Romance. 0/10 for Bella with romance novels, especially vampire romances. Ew.) Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: The female protagonist is helpless and can't save herself and must rely on A Man^TM to rescue her. Talents and/or Powers: Basically all the Slayer superpowers. Enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, other senses. Pretty sure I also kind of implied she has an abnormally good memory by accident. Marginally related to the above, but she'd probably be pretty darn good at (mechanical) bull riding. (I mean, probably real bull riding, too, but there's ethical issues with that sport). Why Someone Might Love Them: She's very confident in herself and what she can do and seems very strong because she internalizes any self-doubt and insecurities and any weaknesses as much as she can. She's conventionally attractive and physically fit and cares a lot about protecting those who are weaker than herself and sees it as her duty, as something that comes with the job of being a Slayer. She'll only let those who are closest to her see her soft side or any vulnerabilities. Why Someone Might Hate Them: Relates to the above, actually. She's very stubborn and can get fixated on doing certain things her way, which can come across as controlling and frustrating if people disagree. She's also not fond of expressing emotions (besides the angry ones), which probably discomforts people who prefer people who are emotionally truthful and not emotionally constipated. Also presumably people hate her for trying to kill them because they're vampires. Oops. How They Change: My intent in the story is to show how she becomes softer over time as she learns to process the hurt she's experienced (rejection from both sides of your family at a very young age sucks majorly) and express herself better. At the start of the story, she's in the mindset that if she lets herself feel hurt, then she is accepting that she can be hurt and that it will be a catastrophe since people will seize upon her weakness and destroy her, essentially. And then Giles and the council and other slayers will reject her, too. She's very wrapped up in her identity as a Slayer because it's basically all she's ever known. Why You Love Them: I love Bella because she's my Bella and no one else's, and admittedly I'm using her to process some of my own traumas as a queer ExMormon who had these books pushed on me as a kid. I also stole some personality traits from my older sisters, who I admire very much (they raised me in a lot of ways), so I think she's a pretty cool badass and that might explain part of the decision to make Jacob Black a younger sibling figure instead of someone who's interested in her romantically, in case anyone is wondering about that change. Admittedly, it's very vindicating and fun to rewrite a story with a lot of toxic ideas and be like "um no, fuck that" and reclaim it for yourself and also use it as a platform for good things such as the Move to Higher Ground campaign.

Thanks for the ask! This put to mind some things I hadn't quite expressed in my notes or outline for this fic (which someday I do hope to finish lmao).

#thanks for the ask #sunnyforks #bella swan #twilight #ask game #byjillianmaria

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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Reassuring you while you're being treated after getting injured

@windex-princess-ami asked: Hi!!! Can I request a fluffy angsty one where Bakugou/Shinsou/Todoroki hold and comfort their s/o while someone else removes shrapnel from a wound after a fight (bonus of their s/o is silently crying from the pain) please???

like, lots kisses and hugs and comforting words please 🥺 (i kinda picture them sitting on a counter or something) THANK YOU

Characters: prohero! Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shoto

authors.note: I love comfort fics and just holding their s/o while they are in pain, I just generally like being reassured everything is going to be okay! Don’t judge me. Enjoy <3

TW MENTIONS OF INJURY AND BLOOD

BAKUGOU had seen you get hit. He watched from the sidelines as the villain sent you flying through a glass window and punched you roughly to the ground, remnants of your blood on his knuckles as he hit you again and again. He doesn’t remember much of the remaining fight and it doesn’t really matter in his eyes, all he knows is that you have several bleeding wounds from glass being wedged into your skin. Without missing a beat he is up and running, you delicately in his arms reassuring words leaving his lips as he tries to calm both of you down. The medics are at loss of words when they see your state instructing Bakugou to lay you down on the stretcher and hold you as still as possible while they remove the shards. “Baby, baby, look at me.” You manage to focus on his eyes, wincing as they took out the shards slowly. You grasped his forearm as more searing pain shot through your side, a particularly large piece of glass giving the medics a hard time while also making the whole process a lot more painful. “I-it hurts- Ah!” He shushed you, guiding your forehead to his with a gloved hand on your nape, rubbing soothing circles on your forearm with his other hand. “I know baby I know. You just have to be strong for me, it’s almost over I promise.” And true to his word, a couple of shards later it was over. They stitched a few cuts that were too deep and wrapped up your torso preventing you from bleeding out. Bakugou still held you, opting to press light kisses on your cheeks and forehead, whispering how proud he was of you and how strong you were. You did pass out after a while giving him a heart attack but he was reassured by the med team that your body was just exhausted. He went back to his usual mean and loud self but he stayed close to your cot for the duration of your unconsciousness.

SHINSOU was tackled by you when the bomb went off. Both of you were blasted across the road but all the debris which were thrown alongside you collided with only your body ripping a pained cry from your throat. Shinsou tried to soften your impact with the ground by wrapping you in his arms, tucking you away but the damage had already been made as his uniform’s sleeves were stained crimson once they came into contact with your waist. After your very awkward landing, Hitoshi took one look at your state and immediately left the scene with you in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose you and besides, the others could take care of the villain. The med team helped him place you on the stretcher, cutting off your uniform and started taking out the shrapnel causing you to cry out and recoil from their touch. Hitoshi was quick to soothe you, coming into your line of view and making you focus all your attention on him and only him while simultaneously placing one of your palms over his heart knowing full well that the rhythmic beat always calmed you down. “Darling, follow my breathing. There you go.” He would squeeze your hand whenever a particularly large piece of metal was pried, wiping away stray tears with his thumb and rubbing lightly on the spot. Once everything was removed and you were all patched up, he helped you sit up on the bed, supporting all of your weight and not allowing you to stand up on your own. Now it was your turn to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, poor man was panicking.

TODOROKI hadn’t seen you get hit. Hell, he wasn’t even at the scene when it happened. He learned about it through your shared com system, the moment the phrase “Y/H/N has been hit!” left your sidekick’s mouth, he was sprinting to you, shoving anyone that got in his way completely disregarding his public image. He found you being supported by your sidekick, two metal columns sticking out from your sides while blood was already pooling at your feet. You could barely comprehend what was happening, your head hanging low and your feet dragging behind you as you tried to keep up with your sidekick. Shoto rushed to your side, taking you completely off your colleague’s hands and into his own wincing at the pained cry that left your lips as he heaved you into his arms. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, I’m going to get you help love okay? Stay awake for me.” He doubts if you even realized that he was talking to you. It’s hard to maneuver you without inflicting any pain and every pained groan or grunt or sob that leaves your body, breaks Shoto’s heart. The medics, upon seeing your condition, tried prying you from his arms but Shoto wasn’t having it. He seemed to be in a trance where only you and your pain occupied his mind. They managed to convince you to put you down on the stretcher but he didn’t leave; he stayed by your side calling your name and telling you things you could hardly make out. You must’ve been crying because he would lean in and kiss the skin under your eyes every few minutes, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. You passed out before they were done patching you up causing Shoto to go into a panic the moment your eyelids fell shut. Poor thing sat next to you until you woke up, kissing your knuckles, the tips of your fingers, your face, in an attempt to ease both of your pains.

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espressokiri · 3 years

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Meant To Be Yours

Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo x GN!reader

In which Sanzu has reader wrapped around his fingers.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, manipulation, drug taking, guns, slight graphic descriptions

Genre: Angst, smidge of fluff

Notes: I have Sanzu brainrot plz.

The feeling of teeth nibbling into the nail-bed was one of calm, a simple distraction away from the wavering thoughts that littered their brain as they eyed their surroundings. The car they were being chauffeured in starting to seem claustrophobic as Y/n started to recognize their surroundings. A familiar dread settling in their gut.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop that?”

The cold voice had Y/n flinching, immediately removing their hand from their mouth and down onto their lap. Avoiding eye-contact with the male they had grown dependent on. A cold hand gripped Y/n’s face, turning their gaze onto bitter blues. “Don’t want my precious to ruin themself.”

Y/n gulped and sent him a shaky smile, “Haru, are you sure about this?”

A sickly sweet smile framed Sanzu’s face as he leaned closer to them, Y/n glancing at the scars at the edge of his lips as he spoke, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?” Arm wrapping around Y/n’s figure as he pulled them closer, fingers grazing the back of their neck sending shivers down Y/n’s spine.

“It’s been a long time coming, my dear.” Sanzu whispers into their ear, raising goosebumps with each word he uttered, “this is my revenge for them corrupting you, my sweet.” Raising a finger and trailing it down Y/n’s jaw.

“They gave me a home, they fed me, they-”

“Ah, the bare minimum.” Sanzu hums, cutting them off, “all of which I had provided for you with pure love.”

Love. Sanzu’s expression of love held a more possessive touch. His impulsive nature along with his ‘act first, think later’ mindset had gunned down a lot of people who had run their mouth on Y/n, whether it be foul words, an attempted kidnapping, or even a wrong glance. Sanzu made sure they knew who the people were dealing with. Y/n was aware of such red flags he carried, but they were the only ones to see Sanzu behind closed doors, away from how he presented himself to the public.

“Do you not see that you’ve been happier with me? That I’ve only filled your pretty little head with sweet nothings instead of fear and self doubt? Have I ever made you doubt my loyalty to you?”

Each question being thrown at them was like clearing a fog that had embedded in their mind. While it was true that their guardian was not one of affection, nor provided proper upbringing, they were someone who took them in when Y/n was struggling. But then there was Sanzu Haruchiyo, a powerful man who had taken a liking to them back when they were high-schoolers and built up their shattered self-confidence piece by piece, speaking nothing but truth despite his dark background.

Sanzu was their protector, someone who gave them the validation they sought out due to their harsh living environment and non-existent affection. Sanzu may hold a harsh exterior but he did show them the soft parts of him too -the parts where he would hold them close in the privacy of their apartment and caress them with soft touches as he kissed them with fiery passion in a drugged haze.

It was in the midst of October when he had found them, sitting alone on the park bench in the dead of night with no fear of repercussion despite the lingering dangers around the area. They were in their own thoughts as tears were dripping from their eyes, a sullen expression on their face as they tried wiping them away with the, already damp, sleeve of their hoodie.

It was then that their eyes landed on a long haired beauty in his Toman uniform and a mask covering his mouth. They were intimidated by the masked male but his eyes were drawing them in, he looked at them with a curious stare before deciding to make his way towards them, hands in pocket.

“Isn’t it a bit too late at night for you to be out here?”

“I should be asking you the same question.”

Silence engulfed the two before the male scoffed, sitting next to them on the bench.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Y/n weighed their option of expressing their stress onto the male they had just met or to just sit in silence and wallow in their own thoughts. The former seemed like a proper answer for now, to save them the sliver of sanity they had left.

They then spoke of how their guardian treated them, how the guardian would project their own trauma and problems onto them, disregarding any feeling Y/n had held. Y/n of course kept their mouth shut throughout the whole ordeal at home because they had no where else to go, nor were they taught to speak back to adults because it was considered rude.

Sanzu had listened in, looking down at his hands as they spoke. Feeling despair oozing from the person sitting beside him, he wanted to speak up for them as their voice cracked from holding back sobs.

“Maybe they were right, I am useless and good for nothi-”

Sanzu’s eyebrow twitched in anger as he shot them an angry glare, a murderous glint in his eyes that had Y/n leaning away from him in fear. “Finish that sentence. I dare you.” The threatening tone making Y/n gulp down their words.

A sinister laugh escaped the male’s lips, slightly muffled from the mask.

“So innocent of you to believe words of an adult as pathetic as that, especially when you yourself are aware that they are just projecting.” His eyes turned to crescents, a smile hidden under the mask, “if you don’t know your own self worth then you really are just scrap.”

Y/n’s shoulders drooped at the blunt words, mulling over his words.

“Lucky for you, I come by every night. Maybe you can prove to me you’re not scrap after all.”

It was then an unspoken bond had formed between the two. Y/n often being Sanzu’s personal nurse if he visited their meeting place with bleeding wounds. The first time Y/n had seen him without the mask had them speechless, Sanzu turned his head away while rolling his eyes at the gaping mouth of theirs but froze as Y/n had cupped his face and ran their thumb along the scar gently.

“It’s unfair how pretty you are.”

Sanzu, in that moment, felt the odd sensation of fluttery feelings in his stomach. He ignored them as they tended to his wounds, evaluating this strong feeling as violence was the only thing he had come to know. His own captain of the fifth division had handed him the very mask he wore everyday to hide his scars.

After that encounter he had came to the park without the mask, and every time Y/n would stare at him like he was the prettiest person they had ever encountered, unconsciously grazing their thumb over his scar if they were tending to a wound.

The day Y/n had kissed him right on one of his scars was the day Sanzu had grown to call them his person. He would not let them leave until they kissed his scars as a form of goodbye. Sanzu enjoyed the feeling of being cared for, enjoyed the feeling of the soft moments he could look back at when he struggled to fall asleep. It was also then when a burning hatred took place for Y/n’s guardian, their words running through his mind as he clenched his jaw. He does not forgive and forget.

He had to wait until he became someone people feared.

Sanzu was proud that they had stuck by him, proving just as loyal as he. “Come with me, I’ll give you the future you deserve.” Having his hand extended towards Y/n as heavy rain drenched the both of them. Y/n wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of the moment to run away with the man who had heard every story they had to tell or the enticing way Sanzu had offered; the sounds of rain pattering on the pavement and the blurring of their surroundings making Y/n just focus on the male who looked just about as excited about the idea as they were. In the end, Y/n intertwined their fingers with his.

He had managed to take Y/n under his wing as he rose up the ranks with Mikey, providing them with luxuries they were never spoiled with in hopes that they felt worthy.

This is where it lead them, Sanzu hadn’t forgotten his plan from his teenage years as he stood before the kneeling guardian who had tape around their mouth to muffle their yells with their arms and legs bound behind them.

Y/n was shakily standing behind Sanzu, gripping the back of his vest as the male toyed with his gun. “Now, now, panicking won’t do you any good.” Sanzu grinned, as he clicked the safety off of the pistol.

Reaching into his pocket, Sanzu pulled out a pill before placing it on his tongue and swallowing it dry. “Haru, I’m not sure about this anymore.” Y/n muttered, glancing around the place they used to call ‘home’. It was unnerving to be back, especially under these circumstances. The silence of the house disturbed by the heavy breathing and struggling grunts of their guardian.

Sanzu swiftly turned around and looked at the trembling figure of his partner, “You know they don't care about you, right? You know you're nothing but their little trauma and anger projection dumpster, right?” He hummed, thumbing Y/n’s cheek gently, “they don't care for you, but I'm here, I was always here for you.”

The muffled yelling grew louder as Y/n’s guardian protested.

Sanzu grew annoyed at the sound and shot his gun at the ceiling, “shut up!” efficiently silencing the guardian. Turning back to Y/n, who had flinched from the sound of the gun, he continued, “you never even considered this place a home, my love. I’m your home.”

“Isn’t killing them a bit too much?”

“No, my dear. It’ll be freeing! You’ll be free from what you reduced yourself to once this pest is gone. You’ll only know what feeling like royalty would be if you let go of the past.”

Y/n gulped, wanting to be rid of this situation already despite the lingering confusion as the fight for the moral high ground took place in their mind.

“Okay.”

Sanzu laughed gleefully as he handed Y/n the gun, “you do the honours!”

“I- I don’t know-”

Sanzu slid behind Y/n, running his hands down their arms before helping them grip onto the gun. The metal sitting heavy in Y/n’s palm as they held the weapon that determined someones life or death, their breathing getting erratic at the thought. Sanzu leaned his head on their shoulder, placing a soft kiss on their neck, “calm down.” He breathed out as he placed their finger on the trigger.

The raw screaming was muffled by the tape as the guardian struggled to get out of their bindings, eyes begging for mercy.

“I-”

“Shh, just focus on me, okay?” Another kiss to their neck as he slid his other hand to cover Y/n’s eyes, Sanzu leaned closer to their ear, “on the count of three, okay?”

“One.”

Unintelligible words were being poured from the guardian’s mouth as they tried their best to get out of the situation. Sanzu eyed them with a maniacal grin on his face, excited to take revenge for his partner.

“Two.”

Sanzu stuck his tongue out at the guardian.

“Three!”

A piercing shot rang through the house, a ringing in Y/n’s ears as they were slightly pushed back from the recoil, hitting their back against Sanzu’s chest as he let out a delighted, and slightly demented, laugh.

He lets the gun drop from Y/n’s hands, it clattering on the floor as he turns them around to face him and away from the blood splatter and chunks of brain matter that sprayed the walls.

“You’re finally free!” He grins, cupping their face with his hands before slamming his lips onto theirs. Despite being shaken up, Y/n wrapped their arms around him and basked in the comfort he provided. His lips moving against theirs in a frenzy, drowning out the dark thoughts that were plaguing Y/n’s mind, overcoming them with the feeling of Sanzu. His warmth, his touch, his groans.

Sanzu pulled away as he heard sirens in the distance, a neighbour most likely phoning about hearing a gunshot. “Let’s get back home and continue our celebration, shall we?”

It was then Y/n was aware that they only had Sanzu left. He was the string holding their last bit of sanity together and they would do whatever it takes to keep that string on a stronghold.

#sanzu imagines #sanzu scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu angst #tokyo revengers angst #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers imagine #sanzu imagine

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yslkook · 3 years

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IF I GOT YOU (7)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: one month later...and things start to come to a head. you feel more at peace than you've ever felt, but as usual, what remains peaceful is always interrupted.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, HELLA HELLA toxic friendship and dynamics, suggestive content (hooking up and other mentions)

word count: 4066

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts

Despite a month going by from the last time you spoke to Jungkook in the park and put all of your feelings out in the open, spring air, you feel lighter than ever. Maybe most of that has to do with the simple fact that you’ve finally cut out a toxic, deadweight from your life. Regardless of what ends up happening with you and Jungkook as friends or more than that, at least you are at peace and happy with being yourself.

Besides, it’s not like you don’t ever see him. You see him when you visit the tattoo parlor (but you haven’t allowed yourself to be alone with him and he hasn’t initiated), you’ve seen him at impromptu nights out, at Yoongi’s apartment. Neither of you allow yourself to be alone with each other, since you had both agreed to wait. Even your text message thread with him is dry, though.

You miss him, hoping that a notification of his name with the bunny emoji attached to it flashes across the screen. But it doesn’t.

For all of his bravado, he feels somewhat shy around you on the few occasions that he’s seen you. Jungkook will go out of his way to avoid you, hiding (as much as he can) behind Mina and Mei.

He misses you. Jungkook misses the feel of your lips molding against his, the way you felt in his arms, but most of all he misses your shy smile and your loud laugh. He misses the way your eyes shine when you speak about something you’re passionate about.

Mina had said you were both being stupid, taking time away from each other when you both are denying the inevitable. But it made sense in your mind and his. You want to know what kind of person you were without the burden of Sora’s judgment weighing heavily in every frame of your life. You take the time you need to take to recenter yourself and feel somewhat whole again.

It doesn’t take you long to adjust to life without a former best friend. You quickly begin to notice how different you feel, how differently you approach basic things that you hadn’t really put much thought to before.

It feels so refreshing to not feel like you’re walking in some metaphorical shadow of someone who didn’t really care about you. Well, you think on some level, she did care. But along with the insignificant way she made you feel, it’s not enough to justify it. And you’re really grateful that you don’t need to anymore.

In fact, you’ve already deleted most pictures with her on your social medias. You haven’t quite been able to block her yet, but you think you’ll be ready to do that soon enough.

The ever elusive notion of time really does seem to heal nearly all forms of hurt.

“So,” Yoongi starts, sitting next to you on his new black leather couch and handing you a glass of red wine.

“Don’t start with me,” You say, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not starting anything with you,” Yoongi shrugs, but his eyes twinkle.

“Oh? That’s the voice you use when you have gossip or when you’re about to interrogate me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile.

“Maybe it’s a little of both,” Hobi chimes in, sitting on your other side. He leans back and drapes his legs over your lap, to which you instantly rest your hands over his legs.

“How lucky for me,” You mumble, taking a long swig of your wine. You’ll need it.

“How’s that witch doing,” Yoongi asks bluntly.

“I don’t know, I told you I cut her off and kicked her out of my house like a month ago,” You reply, “Did you forget already?”

“No, I just like hearing that you finally came to your fucking senses,” Yoongi says, “She was awful, but I’ll commend you for sticking it out for this long. Cheers, the witch is finally gone-”

“I believe the phrase is, ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’, but this will suffice,” Hobi says and yelps when you swat his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” You say, “But… thank you for helping me see the light. Even if it took a while. And I’m sorry it affected our friendship, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re all here now,” Hobi says, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Yeah. So cheers,” Yoongi says again, raising his glass to you both, “Cheers to you for choosing yourself. And to new beginnings.”

“You’ll make me cry,” You say honestly, offering your friends a watery smile.

“As if we’ve never seen you cry before,” Hobi scoffs. And it’s true- they are two of your oldest friends, and even if you’ve come to the realization that maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend to them… That bond is hard to sever, and you’re grateful that they’ve always had your back.

“Drink up,” You say with a smile, “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Yoongi has always been a little sly, unassuming but always with several tricks up his sleeve. When he so desires to cause a little mischief and stir the pot a little. And Hobi is all too happy to engage.

Which is how you end up several glasses of red wine and rose deep (yes, you mixed, rookie mistake but who cares. You’re in the presence of some of your greatest friends, after all).

And then Yoongi goes in for the kill.

“How’s our Jungkookie,” He asks, without missing a beat. You choke on your wine and wince when it somehow gets lodged in your nose.

“I don’t know. Think he’s good,” You finally respond, your words sounding slurred, “Ask Hobi. They work together, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the information. I had no idea.”

“Happy to be of service,” You say, leaning into Hobi's side, “Ikindofmisshim.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Yoongi says, a self-satisfied smirk blooming on his lips. He heard you, of course he did, but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

“I said I kind of miss him,” You reply, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Do you think he misses me, too?”

Hobi chokes back a laugh but you hear it and offer him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Nobody’s making fun of you, stupid,” Yoongi says poking your forehead, “And yeah. Your man doesn’t shut up about you. Always with those eyes around you.”

“He’s not my man,” You whine pathetically.

“Yeah, that’s a mystery to both of us,” Hobi says, “How long are you both gonna keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“This weird awkward dance you both do around each other. Avoiding each other when we’re all together. It’s kinda funny, like we all know you both wanna fuck so bad-”

“Shut up! That’s- that’s not- shut up!”

Yoongi and Hoseok both burst into laughter, drunken giggles loud in the living room and you can’t help but laugh with them.

Clubs were never your most favorite place to unwind, but you make an exception for tonight. For Mina and Mei, you’ll make an exception. The three of you had gotten ready together in Mei’s home, in between sips of cocktails that she had poured out. Mina had done your makeup for you, giving you the sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever seen on your eyelids as well as a bold red lipstick.

It’s not a club night if there is no red lipstick involved, after all.

Your makeup usually looks good when you apply it yourself, but Mina has a genuine eye and skill for makeup artistry. You recall her telling you that she’d always dreamed of going to beauty school but hadn’t pursued it. You had told her that it’s never too late to fulfill a dream and she had only smiled at you.

“Hey,” You say, “Is Jimin coming tonight? How’d your date last week go?”

“It was really good,” Mina says, something sweet in her voice, “He made me dinner and dessert. And then I sucked his soul from his cock an hour later and he even made me squirt. And yeah, he’s coming tonight to the club. We’ll see what happens...”

“Wow,” You nod, listening with wide eyes, “That sounds amazing. I’m really happy things are going well for you both. Including the horny stuff.”

“The horny stuff?” Mei laughs, “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You say, playfully shoving her shoulder, “It’s no joking matter that he made you squirt.”

“Yeah, I high fived him after,” Mina says slyly, “It was… a night. Can’t wait to have another night like that. But I’m gonna make him work for it tonight.”

“As you should,” You nod solemnly, “What about you Mei? Are we drinking until we blackout or are you playing hard to get with Seulgi?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Comes Mei’s muffled response.

“Cheers to that,” You reply, “Are… Jimin’s roommates coming?”

“You think you’re slick, huh?” Mina snorts, “You wondering about Jungkook?”

“N-no, I haven’t seen Taehyung in a while either-”

“Tae’s coming, but Jungkook isn’t. Something about having a long week and wanting to chill at home.”

“Oh, gotcha,” You say, cheeks ablaze as you avoid her eyes. Unable to hold the slight sting of disappointment from your voice.

Mina and Mei see right through it but they say nothing, only handing you a refill of your now empty glass.

Despite the relatively steady stream of drinks in your hand (an illusion, really, you’ve been nursing the same two drinks all night), you’re almost completely sober. In fact, you’re more tired than anything else. It seems that Jungkook had the right idea to stay home tonight. You’re rather benignly jealous of his decision.

You enjoy dancing and singing with your friends, feeling the thrum and excitement of music and your close companions bursting through your veins.But environments like this overwhelm you sometimes. All of the flashing lights, sometimes smoke and all of the people… Tonight seems to be one of those nights.

“Wanna dance?” Comes a rich, velvety voice behind you to the right. It’s Taehyung, and you’d rather dance with Taehyung than anyone else in this club. With the exception being Jungkook, but he’s not here right now.

“Okay,” You nod, taking his hand when he offers it to you. Your thoughts flit to Jungkook briefly.

Taehyung is good company, always keeping you with a smile on your face and filling you up with laughter. He keeps you close with easy, gentle movements as you both belt out the words to whatever song is playing on the speakers. But Taehyung has always been observant.

“You don’t really wanna be here, huh? I’d take it personally, if I didn’t know you,” Taehyung teases.

“No, it’s not that,” You murmur, “Just have never been a big club goer, that’s all. Jungkook had the right idea in staying home.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muses, “What are you two doing?”

He’s almost as blunt as Yoongi (who’s also in some corner of the club. Usually, he keeps you company at things like this, but conveniently, he’s nowhere to be found.).

“If I knew I was going to be interrogated in this club, I would’ve drank more,” You say dryly. Taehyung laughs at that and squeezes your shoulder.

“You both deserve to be happy. Just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Tae,” You say, a grin spreading across your face, “I guess you’re not as sleazy as Mina says you are-”

“Me? Sleazy?” Taehyung gasps, pretending to be affronted. You roll your eyes and offer him your hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Taehyung turns you around and holds your hips tightly in his hands, dancing with you to the beat of the music. It’s nice to be held like this, even if it’s a little dirty.

You don’t notice a pair of sly eyes watching you from across the club.

By the time you excuse yourself to catch a breath and grab some water from the bar, you realize that most of your friends are off doing their own thing. It gives you a second to people watch from the second floor of the curb and lean on the railings, taking in your surroundings. Despite stifling a yawn.

You relish in the cool feel of the icy water flooding your senses, waking you up a little more. You wonder if you can convince Yoongi to take you to get fries or tacos after the night ends. At the thought of tacos, you salivate a little.

But your taco fueled fantasies are broken when a few girls try to push past you to get to the bar. You mumble a soft apology, but it goes unheard. The unmistakable sound of a voice, a voice that you’ve only recently been able to put out of your mind, breaks through the barrier and it makes your heart drop.

It’s an angry call of your name. Your stomach churns, and suddenly you’ve never wanted to learn the art of teleportation more.

Sora, in all her bitter glory, stands in front of you with a full drink in her hands. Beside her are two of her friends, looking resigned and trying to plead with her that they should go.

“Missed me so much that you followed me here, huh?” Sora sneers.

“I’m not even going to entertain that with a response. Or you for that matter,” You say tiredly, trying to step past her.

“All your friends left you. Look at you all alone,” She says and you roll your eyes with a dry laugh.

“I’d rather be alone than have anything to do with you, Sora,” You reply easily, “I’m leaving now-”

But she sidesteps you again, gripping your forearm and looking at you with so much animosity that it makes your skin crawl. Had she always looked at you like that?

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like nothing. After I gave you everything,” Sora says, as if you had said nothing at all. She’s clearly a little drunk, telltale signs of her drunkenness clear on her face. Her words are slurred and she stumbles a little on her feet. You cringe. You don’t want to have this conversation with her whether she’s sober or drunk.

“You treated me like I was nothing,” You snap, “I don’t want to discuss this with you. Now let me go.”

“Or what? There’s nobody here ‘cept you and me, babe,” She says, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. Her friends have disappeared and warning bells start to go off in your head. She’s right, all of your friends have dispersed. But you manage to fish your phone out of your purse while she rambles to you and send a text to the groupchat, simply stating “pls help, Sora is here”.

Dread seeps into your pores. You just want to be done with her presence.

“Sora, just let me go. Nothing you say will change anything,” You say heatedly, “Fucking let go of me!”

You try to yank your arm out of her grip but her nails are sharp against your skin.

“I loved you, you know that? I fucking gave you everything, you were my best friend,” Sora hisses, “I just wanted to you be happy. To see that I’d do anything for you.”

It takes a minute for the dust to settle but you suddenly begin to understand. “You hurt me! That’s not friendship or l-love, or anything remotely close to it. Nothing you say will change that. I don’t want you around anymore. Take a hint, Sora,” Your voice is cold and deadly, nothing like what Sora is accustomed to.

“Please, let me go,” You beg softly, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Tears spring into your eyes, both from the force she’s holding you with and from how much this is exhausting you.

“What does he have that’s worth all of this?” Sora hisses.

“It doesn’t matter what he has. I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, that’s all that should matter, and I’m not explaining Jungkook to you,” You say coldly, “You lost the right to know a long time ago. If you took your head out of your ass for two seconds, you’d know that this friendship was over months ago.”

By now, both of your voices have raised in volume and pitch, attracting the attention of bystanders. This makes no sense to you, your head is starting to hurt from the implications of her words. You just want to go home. By now, Yoongi has seen your text and is trying to get to the bar to rescue you from Sora.

“He won’t give you what you need,” Sora exclaims.

“Shut up! Just fucking stop talking about him,” You shout, “I’m so fucking sick of this, just leave me the fuck alone. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore, just drop it!”

You feel the need to defend him though, “He’s kind, he has a big heart a-and, you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just fucking drop it! Leave me alone!”

“You are so fucking blind! You’ve always been such an oblivious fucking bitch,” She screams at you and your blood goes cold. You’ve seen her angry, but not like this not when her eyes are blown over with rage.

Yoongi’s heart is beating in his ears as he tries to find you- this club is fucking huge, where the hell could you be? He’s already sent a text to Jungkook, telling him that you might be in trouble at the club and that nobody could find you.

“Where is he then? If he’s so kind, he must be here right?”

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve always had a stick up your ass about him specifically- I mean you’ve always have a stick up your ass, but with him it’s like something crawled up there and died-”

“You couldn’t even cuff him? You dropped me for him and you didn’t even cuff him?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“What are you afraid of, babe?” She sneers cruelly, “Afraid he’ll find something he doesn’t like? Or are you afraid you’ll find something that you don’t like?”

Frustration and hurt boils in your belly, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the feeling to go away. With all of the calmness you can muster, you throw her hand off of you and rub your forearm gingerly.

Before you can say anything, her eyes narrow to slits. You don’t even have time to react before you feel a sudden wetness drench the front of your top. Remnants of her drink are splashed on your torso and you gasp, rage flaring through your veins once more. How dare she throw her drink at you? Before you can do anything though, a pair of arms circle your waist and you’re pulled into a strong chest.

You recognize the scent of his cologne immediately and the feel of his leather jacket. “Jungkook,” You mumble, looking up at him. He immediately gives you his jacket and pushes it through your arms wordlessly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, taking in your wide, nervous eyes and the trembling of your hands. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before standing in front of you and you take his hand in yours. Jungkook squeezes reassuringly.

He offers Sora a long, hard look and a shake of his head. She almost balks at his intense gaze. Almost.

“C’mon baby,” Jungkook finally says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“My knight in shining arm-” You shiver once you’re both outside the club, away from the eyes of strangers. You cut your train of thought off when he pulls you close to him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. Worry dots his eyes and he presses his forehead to yours shakily.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Is everything-”

He exhales, a shudder felt against your skin. He seems to be at odds with himself, an internal battle dancing in his dark eyes. But Jungkook makes up his mind and cradles your face again, the gentle pads of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” Jungkook croaks, “Shit, I miss you so fucking much. Can I kiss you, baby? Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod instantly, breathing out a soft ‘yes’. Whatever this recent development means for both of you, it makes sense. You want this and you want him.

And then he kisses you as if it was meant to be, as if he’s been thinking about your lips every minute of every day- soft, balmy lips against your chapped, red lips. Jungkook swallows your gasp, somehow brushing against the parts of your heart that missed him. His kiss is sweet and desperate as his tongue traces over your teeth before dipping further into your mouth. Your knees weaken slightly, but he holds you steady with one arm around your waist and his other hand cradling your cheek.

You’re overwhelmed by him and from the events of the night. Whatever wetness had gathered in your eyes clings to your lashes before dropping down your cheeks.

“Baby,” Jungkook says softly. He gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You sink into his hold on you, inhaling deeply. The faint thrum of his heart calms you slightly.

“I missed you,” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, I missed you a lot.”

He kisses your forehead with a small smile, the hint of his dimples making you smile, too. Jungkook looks at you as if you’re transparent, trying to study the reason for your wet lashes and the tear stains down your face. A feeling of understanding passes between you both, calming your racing heart and your nerves.

“Jungkook,” You murmur, “Take me home.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” You reply, not really wanting to be in your home just yet, “It’s only fair, since you spent the night at my place last time, right?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He kisses you one more time before adjusting his motorcycle helmet over your head. When you wrap your arms around him, you press a kiss to the back of his neck and behind his ear.

He shivers.

Jungkook can tell you’re in your head a little bit, a little quiet and shaky. Even as you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes he’d given you, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When you returned from the bathroom with a bare face, you’re lost in thought, biting down on your bottom lip and chewing harshly.

He’d pulled you into his arms, applied his clear balm on your lips, and chided you for treating your lips like that.

You only smiled weakly at him and meekly asked him to hold you under his covers. He doesn’t deny you.

He’d caught the tail end of Sora’s tirade at the club, and he’d begun to understand. He thinks you had begun to understand, too.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers into your hair, “Do you want to talk, baby?”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit softly, pressing your hand over his.

“I can talk for both of us,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple, “Can I do that?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, threading your fingers through his and squeezing.

“I heard some of what Sora said,” Jungkook says and you tense up but he wordlessly tells you to relax, “I think in some weird, twisted, fucked up way. She loved you and her way of showing you how was keeping you to herself. It’s shitty, but it made sense to her. But you don’t owe her anything, baby. Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I feel really gross and I don’t know why.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Jungkook says, rubbing your arm, “You didn’t know. That’s not love, not really. You’re safe here.”

“I know,” You say, turning to look at him with a small smile, “I trust you.”

You turn fully in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep, as well as his gentle fingers over your back. It’s so easy with him, and you don’t need to think too much. Just how you like it.

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Didn’t Need Burrow (November 6th-January 24th)

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Tom Dupain and Andre Glacier are reakumatized after their quarrel about which side of Love Square is better, MariChat or LadyNoir.

oh god

plz no

Anonymous submitted:

Here's another Didn't Need Burrow for you: the LSBS is resolved through the creation of another Sentibug. Because Adrien is 'perfect', thus he clearly needs an ideal and idealized partner, and Marinette simply doesn't qualify by virtue of being... well, human.

Obviously this only applies more if the series goes the trite 'Oooh Adrien was actually a sentimonster all along, shocker~' route. Try as she might, Marinette simply can't uNdErStAnD how hAaAaArRrD poor Angstridan has it, and can never cater to his every whim to a degree that would truly, fully satisfy him. And what is this series even about if not catering to fragile masculine egos...?

Thus, Marinette makes Yet Another Tragic Mistake and must nobly set her own feelings aside so that her beloved Adrien can be happy, allowing him to hook up with a Ladybug that exists entirely for his sake. The series frames this as bittersweet at worst, rather than paying any mind to the existential horror of this new Sentibug being created for the sole purpose of serving as Adrien's girlfriend/substitute mommy/what-have-you. Because it's not as though this has any kind of troubling moral implications or anything of the sort...

dfhgkhdfjkhgdf I like how the route this goes down is, “Marinette doesn’t have to deal with Adrien! ...But at the cost that someone else does.”

No one can ever be truly free from Adrien.

(Also, bold of you to assume that Adrien would have to be a sentimonster; they could also just deem him “the perfect human being” and thus he needs a “perfect girlfriend” to match, which Marinette doesn’t qualify for).

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need burrow:Adrien is revealed to be a sentimonster but plot twist his amok can't be broken because "the power of love is unbreakable"

*disgusted face*

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Kuro Neko is Ladybug and Chat's child from the future.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need burrow:In "Kuro Neko",a love square child from the future will come to the present to convince our duo that "they are meant for each other"So he encourages Chat Noir on showing his "true self" to Ladybug,and tells Marinette that she MUST confesse to Adrien and never give up

Insert Bunnyx going, “tHe fUtuRe iSn’T sEt iN sTonE”

Also, honestly, I am just waiting for the episode that tells Marinette she’s not allowed to give up on Adrien/must never give because “it’ll totally pay off because it’s ADRIEN obviously!”

I stand by what I said that if Adrien was replaced by Luka but everything in how Marinette was the same (so she’d act around Luka like how she acts around Adrien), it still wouldn’t be worth it.

Anonymous asked:

Has anyone given a DNB for Felix being Kuro Neko? If not then DNB that Kuro Neko is Felix.

I don’t think we have that one though I could be wrong. I agree with everyone else though that the soulless stare Catwalker has is 100% Adrien, though I also wouldn’t doubt Felix’s ability to imitate it.

thisismisogynoir asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Thomas Astruc admits that Luka will be written out of the show by some contrived means. In the meantime, without her blueberry sunshine boy in her life, Marinette's life instantly falls apart, every possible instance of happiness she has instantly stripped from her so that she has nothing and no one else to turn to but the love square and Adrien. Because let's break down our girl power heroine so she is solely reliant on a man! Yay! Aren't we such feminists, everybody?!

Yay! Girl power!

thisismisogynoir asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya never gets a Black voice actress, despite Nino getting one. Because guys are allowed to be obviously Black without it having to be erased or censored, but girls have to be whitewashed to be acceptable.

ALYA DOESN’T HAVE A BLACK VOICE ACTRESS????

I’d always assumed that she did because they switched Nino up?? How white is her voice actress????

*looks it up and sees that said voice actress also voiced the renling in Shanghai* o-oh...

Anonymous asked:

DNB: there will be zero build up for the 4 remaining heroes. Like the episode doesn't focus on either of them, they just get their magical jewelry, no questions asked. Bonus if Chat gets upset about them

Anonymous asked:

Didn’t need burrow to know that we won’t get any expansion on Ivan’s character when he inevitably gets the ox miraculous

I could deal with Nathaniel and Marc not getting attention, and Sabrina is almost to be expected at this point (even though it does suck for her).

But IVAN??? THE FIRST AKUMA?????

(and it’ll almost definitely happen too)

Anonymous asked:

Didn’t need burrow: the “previous akuma but with a sentimonster this time” and “previous akumas but it’s multiple at the same time so it’s clearly a ✨different✨ akuma” will continue to be used WAY too much. A bonus point for every time one of them is used to introduce another new hero (because come on, we all know everyone in Marinette’s class is gonna have a designated miraculous before the end of this goddamn show)

“Previous akuma but with a sentimonster” has such potential and they constantly waste it, lol. The sentimonster’s either just have their power/multiple their power, or they’re completely unrelated to the akuma (hi, Reflekta)

Anonymous submitted:

Didn't Need Burrow to know that Marinette's going to get Trolley Problem'd. Circumstances will force her to choose between prioritizing Adrien/Chat Noir or a larger group. Said group could consist of Alya and other friends, innocent civilians, all of Paris itself -- even the whole damned world. Point is that it's down to that or Adrien. One or the other.

ML being what it is, whatever decision she makes is painted as Wrong. If she prioritizes others, it's treated as her 'neglecting' poor widdle Adrien, and she gets completely blamed for whatever bad things happen as a result. Even if said bad thing is, say, Chat Noir switching sides out of anger over 'his lady' not dropping everything to cater to his every need.

On the other hand, if she DOES pick Adrien, she's demonized for it. Likely with Adrien himself calling her out, as if he hasn't repeatedly shown that he does not give a shit about any responsibilities he's meant to have as a hero. The only remotely 'heroic' activity he engages in is his self-sacrifices, and even those are rooted in selfishness, short-sightedness, and a desire to 'impress' Ladybug while expecting her to fix everything and ensure that his sacrifices don't actually cost him anything.

Back to the “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” mentality of this show. Marinette has to constantly be into/talk about Adrien, but if she tries to do anything else then horrible things happen (including them just forcing Adrien into the plot).

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Adrien/Chat Noir throws a hissy fit where he dramatically accuses Ladybug of being responsible for every single thing he's ever done wrong, explicitly spelling out that he blames HER for HIS shitty and selfish decisions. The series presents this as if he is 100% correct. Bonus if this is folded into the Sentiadrien reveal by claiming that Adrien was created to please others, and *only ever wanted to please Ladybug* despite constantly ignoring her wishes/pleas for him to Just. Stop.

You mean this isn’t canon already????

Anonymous asked:

DNB: If Adrien and/or Felix is a Sentimonster/Amok, Plagg, Tikki, and other kwami casually reveal that they Knew All Along because they could sense it, but never bothered making any comments about it. Because why warn anyone involved about that little detail~?

“Wait, how’d you know?”

“Sentimonsters are created from emotions, and this kid? Sad all the way down, there’s nothing else.”

“But Luka said--”

“And you believed him??? Mister Never-Wants-to-Hurt-Anyone’s-Feelings?”

“Fair enough.”

Anonymous asked:

DNB: When Lila returns/abruptly becomes a threat again, Marinette will be completely blamed for it, scolded for 'not doing anything about her sooner!' Bonus points if this scolding comes from Alya and/or Adrien... or she gets scolded by *both* in separate incidents, with neither taking any responsibility for how *they* handled Lila.

Of course not! Why should anyone but Marinette take responsibility for anything?

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Alya will abruptly be motivated to act against Lila due to Lila doing something that affects her *personally*. This goes wrong/backfires in some way, and Marinette gets blamed for whatever Alya did, since Alya is clearly nothing more than a hollow instrument of Marinette's will and only acted against Lila because of what *Marinette* told her. If OnLy ShE'd StUcK tO tHe HiGh RoAd...

dbkkhjdhsJFDs

It’s just the gunshot meme. “How could Marinette do this?”

Anonymous asked:

DNB: It's made even more explicit that 'The High Road' only matters when Adrien is not personally impacted by Lila's myriad cruelties. Lila does something that hurts/bothers/upsets him, and Marinette is chided for not preventing it. Bonus if there's a callback to his claims that they were in this together used to guilt-trip Mari for 'not doing anything', despite Adrien leaving her to twist in the wind for so long.

Oh, for sure. I’ve been waiting for the inevitable “Lila goes down because she did something against Adrien and that was officially too far” episode.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Lila suddenly taking action out of nowhere gets blamed on Marinette, due to Marinette somehow 'provoking' her or 'inspiring' her latest scheme. Because nothing says 'Girl Power' like blaming the victim, amiright?

I mean, we’ve seen Chloe and how that all went down, so....

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Series ends with Marinette passing on the Earrings to somebody else, convinced that she's a poor excuse for a hero. Adrien gives up being Chat Noir as well since he got what he wanted out of it: freedom and successfully forcing her to become 'his lady'. The future changes for the better, implying that Marinette was the reason they were still fighting a Hawkmoth in the original timeline (rather than the fact they replaced the Cat with somebody who takes their duties seriously.)

And then Astruc will probably boast about how “clever” he is and refer back to “Furious Fu” where Ladybug suggests that the reason Shadow Moth is still around is their fault.

The fact that Ladybug was totally willing to give things up for the sake of Paris and it was Chat who rebelled first will go ignored.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: SentiAdrien is real, and every awful thing he's done is blamed on Marinette. Why? Because he was meant to be 'perfect', including being the 'perfect partner'... and he's not capable of handling rejection. Therefore, Ladybug rejecting his advances made him unstable, and she's solely responsible for all his shitty decisions and actions. Plus, accountability is for GIRLS, not boys~

It’s Ladybug’s fault because clearly her standards are too high! He’s made to be perfect and offered himself to her, yet she refused it!

Anonymous asked:

DNB: By the time ML finally limps to its inevitable demise, the series will have gotten so overt in its double standards and misogynistic messaging that they deliver their lessons openly and blatantly. Such as Tikki looking directly into the camera and chirping "Remember, Marinette, you aren't allowed to have standards! You should be grateful for whatever you can get!" Or Plagg telling Adrien outright "Consequences are for people who aren't rich, pretty and white! And for girls! Screw 'em!"

Honestly? Yeah.

The series keeps getting more and more blatant with its messaging so it’s only a matter of time.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette ultimately sacrifices herself to Create an 'ideal' replacement for herself: the perfect Ladybug everybody wanted her to become. Adrien immediately hooks up with this sentiMari, and everybody is happy because he finally got what he wanted. This is treated as a 'good ending'. What better message for girls than that they should *literally destroy themselves* catering to a guy?

The best message, clearly.

Alternatively, she resets time with a wish to “make things right for Adrien like he deserves,” and somehow the “balance” of the wish means that her memory is wiped but Adrien remembers everything so he can go to Marinette, re-enacting the umbrella scene while Marinette is oblivious as to why she’s being approached by him, but the implication is that everything will be okay because Adrien has his lady and any bad actions that Chat did “didn’t really happen” because the timeline was erased.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Following their grand tradition of stealing from fan works and twisting them around to suit their needs, a 'love akuma' puts a red string around Ladybug's neck attached to Chat Noir's Ring. Adrien uses this for 'jokes' like forcing her to follow him around on her leash while insisting that this proves 'they're meant to be together'. Bonus yuck: Alya takes pictures/records some of it to post on her Ladyblog, *knowing that's her 'BFF' being abused'*.

“So glad you could stick your neck out for me like this, m’lady!”

“Bugaboo, we’re hanging by a thread here!”

Meanwhile, Ladybug hating everything about this and Chat being ignorant ala “Silencer”

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Nino will be the one that blows Rena Rouge/Furtive's cover. Marinette/Ladybug gets blamed for this, further complicating her 'Mistake' by getting angry at Alya and/or Nino. Since, y'know, she's responsible for all *their* actions and decisions. Especially the ones made behind her back.

*”Reflekdoll” flashbacks*

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrrow: Love Square getting together would look like Marinette has Stockholm Syndrome

Okay but this implies that it doesn’t already--

neyla9 asked:

After reading the plot summary and some predictions on it, the best, and I mean best, thing I can think of would be Gabriel actually being defeated and Lila taking over as the new main villain; probably because Adrien decided not to do that thing with her. But it's wishful thinking to imagine that the show would actually have any sort of change in the status quo; at most we'll probably get teases, like "Oh! Is Lila gonna figure out that Gabriel is Shadowmoth!?! Is she gonna take the butterfly miraculous!?!", but in reality, nothing is actually going to happen. Either the title is a complete lie, or somehow Ladybug manages to get the peacock miraculous back; guess letting Hawk Moth use an extra miraculous was too much change for the writers, which is probably the same reason why they yeeted Mayura from the show after one season too. Then again, wouldn't this also be perfectly in line with ML? Having no build up at all concerning Lila all season, and then she suddenly gets to be the new big bad? Man, what if when the summary says "reveal her secret identity", it's actually Marinette debating revealing her identity to Gabriel, because Gabriel tells her he wants to send Adrien away since Paris isn't safe with Shadowmoth around, so she wants to, and maybe even will, reveal her identity to show that she can protect Adrien? And that'll be her big mistake? Like, the show has her do this OOC decision, and then blames her for revealing her identity to the main villain? That's just worst case scenario, but I wouldn't put it past the writers.

Anyway, I'm gonna say "Didn't Need Burrow" on nothing actually happening in the Season 4 finale; no confessions will happen, no reveals, no characters having revelations, Shadowmoth will at most lose the peacock miraculous, but still be Hawk Moth.

oh my god, all of this

Anonymous asked:

DNB: In the Strike Back Marinette's mistake is going to be being upfront about how Chat stresses her out to his face.

And the backlash is that this puts Adrien in a bad mood, so Marinette actually manages to confess to him and he coldly rejects her, setting off Reverse Love Square when Ladybug realizes just how hard Chat had it being rejected (never mind that her rejection of him was incredibly gentle to the point where the fandom victim blaming her for Chat’s continued advances due to her “not being clear enough”) and that he was right for her all along.

Post-Identity Reveal, Marinette realizes that her being rejected was her fault all along and she tells Chat that she accepts all parts of him “like she should’ve done in the beginning.”

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: We will get Princess Justice... but only as Sentimonster

[Meanwhile Astruc in the background, patting himself on the back for doing akumatized Marinette without actually doing it because Marinette is forbidden from being able to “go off”]

Anonymous asked:

Dnb: Maribug will get a ‘parallel’ to Hack-San* where there’s a ‘new black cat holder’ and she will not trust them at their word (like what Chat did) or if she does believe them (like what Ladybug ‘wanted’ Chat to do) but it’s not true, and she gets punished for trusting/not trusting (that way the writers can shame Maribug either way)

*Note: different from Copycat as that was more of a parallel to Ladybug or Puppeteer2

lol I like how we’ve all mutually agreed that, when Marinette is presented with a problem, we’re like, “It’s a trap, it doesn’t matter what your answer is.”

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Adrien learns Ladybug's secret identity and is given the reaction she *should have had*: horrified indignation. Fueled, in his case, by his anger at being rejected/not being told her secret identity first/not getting everything he wanted from her immediately. He brutally takes his frustration out on her, harshly rejecting Marinette (possibly turning heel and/or joining Hawkmoth); naturally, this is framed as All Her Fault and forces her to atone for her mistakes.

Well obviously, because if Marinette had just given him what he “deserved” then none of this would’ve happened!

neyla9 asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: This is for Season 5, so it's gonna be a while before this gets proven true or false, unless the series actually gets cancelled before then and we'll never know~

Nathalie's sickness will get progressively worse, perhaps to the point where she too will get put in a glass coffin like Emelie (was that the name of Adrien's mom? Despite being such an important character, she's such a non-presence that I honestly don't remember).

The finale will have Shadowmoth/Hawkmoth getting both ladybug and cat miraculous, likely because he akumatized Marinette, 'cause then she can be blamed for it. Despite the power of the two miraculous, there is an arbitary reason that does that Gabriel has to choose whether to heal Nathalie or Emelie, letting the other die, and depending on who he chooses, the show will treat this as either Gabriel's redemption or his point of no return to evil.

I honestly don't know which choice the show would consider the "right" one, 'cause the show's morality seems to flip on a dime all the time in order to blame Marinette for everything.

If Nathalie is the wrong choice and Gabriel chooses her, it'll be because that means Adrien won't ever get his mother back, and Marinette will be forced to make another wish in order to bring her back, probably sacrificing Nathalie or Gabriel's entire existence at that point, since Adrien and the show at that point will have decided that they're irreedemable.

If Nathalie is the right choice and Gabriel chooses her, we'll probably have Marinette tell Gabriel to heal Emelie so that Adrien can have his mother back, and then Adrien will be like "No, we both need to move on" and everyone will treat Adrien's words like they're so profound and wise, and wow hasn't he just matured so much/s. Emelie will die, we will never actually learn anything about her, and Nathalie and Gabriel will get together. I feel like this is the most likely ending, because it gives the show another chance to have Marinette be in the wrong, and Adrien gets what he wants: a new mommy and not evil dad; Nathalie will probably suffer a complete personality shift out of nowhere, becoming a doting housewife who can baby both Gabriel and Adrien, and the show treats this as the perfect happy ending for everyone. The showrunners will talk about how amazingly they utilized Adrien and Gabriel to teach children how to deal and move on from grief.

If Emelie's the wrong choice and Gabriel chooses her, Emelie will turn out to be evil and the true villain all along. While when I originally watched the show, this was the ending I was hoping for, because I wanted literally anything else than the trope of "Dead Mother Whose Only Trait Was That She Was Too Good and Pure For This World", but we know that the showrunners are gonna screw this up. Gabriel will probably get a last minute redemption stopping Emelie by using the wish to take out Emelie and bring back Nathalie.

If Emelie is the right choice and Gabriel chooses her, nothing happens. I mean, Emelie will get brought back, Marinette will probably have to apologize to Gabriel for keeping him from the miraculous, stating that she should have been more trusting or listened to him, the show making it so that every horrible thing Hawkmoth did, including Nathalie's death, was actually Marinette's fault, 'cause if she had just given him the miraculous from the start like he wanted, they could have avoided everything; nevermind the fact that Hawkmoth was clearly evil and untrustworthy. My point is that the entire ending will be a giant anticlimax, which wouldn't be too far out of the realm of this show's tendencies. The showrunners will then talk about how great they did subverting superhero expectations of a final battle, and how amazing their decision to teach kids communication over fighting to solve their problems was.

Wow. It’s amazing just how much I hate that.

And of course it will be Ladybug’s fault because Chat wasn’t involved much at all with actually finding/defeating Shadow Moth, which was an intentional narrative choice so that she could be blamed when things go wrong. Surely, had she let Chat in more, he would’ve found the right way to go about things.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need burrow: There will be a .... Square reveal (and probably them getting together) after the first Hawkmoth is gone, before the new one is revealed

Season 5 finale I’d guess. Then mindless meandering around everything in 6 and 7.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Adrien is going to prove he is the WORST by giving up his miraculous and then when Ladybug comes to give Adrien the miraculous he takes it.

“I give up on everything,” Adrien says, right before being handed the miraculous back and going, “Cool, free miraculous!”

Anonymous asked:

Didn’t need burrow: when alya telling nino that she’s still a hero inevitably causes issues in the future, alya will not have to take responsibility for her actions and will continue being a hero (bonus points if she gets ANOTHER recolor)

Alternative bonus: she’s outright rewarded like in “Optigami”

thisismisogynoir asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: The writers admit not only that Marinette always makes a mistake and "learns" from it(read: suffers from it), but another horrid rule of the show: that Marinette never gets what she wants the most at any given time. Even if it's something simple like wanting Alya to come over to her house.

Oof.

Basically, Marinette has to work hard all the way to the end of the series to be given what she wants, whereas Adrien is either handed it or just has to throw a tantrum to get his.

hella-marshmella asked:

Didn’t Need Burrow: Kuro Neko

I made an entire theory post about this one and how I think it’ll go. But here’s the bullet points just in case:

- Adrien quits thinking Ladybug doesn’t need him anymore. Ladybug finds out and is devastated.

- The child in the cat onesie from the trailer gets akumatized into Kuro Neko, so Ladybug has to find a replacement for Chat and ends up choosing Adrien for it. The writers praise themselves on the dramatic irony.

- Adrien as Catwalker sees that Ladybug is upset after Chat Noir’s quitting.

- There’s a couple of lines somewhere in there from Ladybug paralleling Kuro Neko likely along the lines of: “I just want my kitty back.” Ughhh.

- Adrien’s ego is stroked, and his feelings are validated that Ladybug needs him. He ensures Ladybug that he and Plagg will get Chat Noir back and tell him that she needs him.

- Adrien meets up with Ladybug as Chat Noir. Love square-baiting scene happens.

- And all is well with Angstrien Depreste and how he feels regarding his importance to Ladybug…until the next episode where more of these shenanigans ensue, likely when Ladybug has to call in a group of other heroes and Chat Noir is being useless again.

UGH, I hate it but it sounds so damn accurate.

Why couldn’t we just have a comedic episode where Adrien takes the ring off, spends like twenty minutes trying to figure out how to get down from the roof, and then the rest of the episode is him trying to return the ring to Ladybug before realizing how much work it takes, thus he puts the ring back on and goes back to being Chat Noir with Ladybug having no idea.

hella-marshmella asked:

Adding onto my Kuro Neko DNB: Assuming that spoiler of Plagg looking upset in Marinette’s room is from that episode…

- Plagg will be angry at/blame Marinette for Adrichat quitting. Him chewing her out will also be how she finds out that Chat quit.

Bonus if Plagg gives her the whole deal about her “not knowing what he’s been through” and how that’s her fault for not seeing “the signs” and how Chat Noir is “hiding so much pain” and “just wants to help” and she needs to appreciate him more.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Kuro Neko is a Marinette salt fanfic episodified. (We already know this but thought I should make it a DNB).

Always gotta be prepared anyway.

After missing out on “Chat Noir sacrifices himself,” we gotta remember to DNB the obvious stuff.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Adrien/Felix is “new” cat holder c̶u̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶’̶v̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶e̶x̶t̶r̶a̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶r̶a̶c̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶o̶d̶e̶l̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶b̶l̶o̶n̶d̶e̶ ̶r̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶.

I s2g, the writers probably somehow tried to validate the decision to themselves by saying, “well, Ladybug has her Charm bodysuit now so aDrIeN has to get something too!” as if Adrien hasn’t had the objectively better/more detailed/thought-out-in-the-slightest bodysuit since day one.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Just getting this out in case, Kuro neko is a sentimonster and Catwalker is an akuma

I’m lowkey waiting for Kuro Neko to be someone outraged at Chat Noir being replaced and they’ll blame everything on Ladybug, which the episode will consider wholly correct.

Anonymous asked:

Didn’t need burrow: kuro neko will be all about how important chat noir is to the team, but will fail to show why he is “irreplaceable” outside of using the cat miraculous semi-competently (same as ephemeral)

fhdgjhkfdjgdf I like how you couldn’t even make the stretch to say “competently,” you had to say, “semi-competently,” because where’s the lie.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Kuro Neko is a “What If” episode or Adrien gets the miraculous back at the end, profuse apologies from Ladybug and Sadrien optional.

tbh the only reason I’d doubt it being a “what if” is because of how bad it shills for Adrien. “Ephemeral” found a way to shill for him regardless of time reversal but this one kind of “needs” to keep its plot in the timeline.

#category: salt #salt: alya cesaire #salt: adrien agreste #salt: chat noir #Didn't Need Burrow #other: ml spoilers

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hi hi can i request the nsfw alphabet for terushima plz 👉🏽👈🏽

also i just followed and i love ur stuff !!

Thank you lovely ^.^ sorry this is late!

Terushima NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare

Terushima always tries his best to look after you after sex but sometimes he does struggle, he likes to share out the responsibilities he does the cleaning and you get some snacks. Although he does go over the top with compliments but that’s in his nature.

B = Body parts

He loves his cock (sorry for it being blunt but it’s true) he gives you so much pleasure from using it that he’s content with it. Sometimes he just wants you to cockwarm his cock when you have time it makes him feel like his life is extended by 2 years.

His favourite body part of yours is your thighs. He can lay on them, he can sit on them and he can thrust inbetween them when your poor cunt is sore and tired. He loves squishing your thighs and most of his presents consist of thigh highs.

C = Cum

He likes to cum on your thighs and stomach. There’s nothing more sexy than watching his cum run down your stomach sometimes not makes me want to go for another round.

D = Dirty secret

He secretly wants to buy you roleplay costumes so he can indulge in his maid x master fantasy however he’s too scared to ask and every time he tries talking to you about it he turns into a stuttering mess.

E = Experience

Unfortunately unlike the fuck-boy persona he has he’s never been able to pull a girl in his past. He’s learn from first time experience with you and hearing his other companions stories.

F = Favourite position

Terushima loves doggy style not only can he see your ass but he can always see your thighs jiggle from the power of his thrusts.

G = Goofy

He’s intense and serious during sex, he relies on your moans to know if he’s doing well although after he cracks a few jokes and apologies.

H = Hair

As terushima is a hairdresser don’t blame him if he comes in the bedroom with a star shaped pattern in his pubes, he’ll claim it’s the new fashion statement and he’ll want to do yours too. There’s nothing more intimate than a couple with matching pubes.

I = Intimacy

He keeps eye contract directly with you and never leaves your face. He tries to be intimate using his words but it always comes across as cringy.

J = Jackoff

He struggles to jack off without you there beside him he prefers mutual masturbation than sitting in a room alone trying to imagine your face. He jacks off 2 times a week. If he’s feeling in the mood and you’re not there he’ll wait for you to come home.

K = Kink

He has a daddy/ master kink, if you ever want his attention all you need to do is call him one of these names.

L = Location

Terushima keeps all things in the bedroom, he can’t risk someone seeing you after all most people in the neighbourhood are his clients. He also loves the thought that no one else gets to see you like this in the bedroom and only he has the chance to do this.

M = Motivation

You being in the mood turns him on he swears your pheromones will be the death of him. He’s a simple man he sees you and his cock is hard no questions asked.

N = No

Wax-play is a no - there’s too much of a risk that he’ll hurt you.

Breeding - he hasn’t got enough money for you both to take part in a family lifestyle. He’s not a big fan of kids to begin with so he’s rather not take the risk.

O = Oral

He’s half and half he likes receiving and giving oral. He’ll never turn down pleasure that you want to give him and he’ll never let you go without any.

P = Pace

Terushima pace is brutal and harsh. He likes to be fast and direct. He wants you to cum faster than him and so he makes this happen.

Q = Quickie

He likes quickies as much as he likes normal sex both give off the same amount of pleasure but there’s just a lack of time. He takes what’s offered to him with open hands.

R = Risks

As explained he doesn’t like to take risks. He hasn’t really looked into kinks in the bedroom so it’ll take him time to get introduced but as time goes he’ll be willing to take risks.

S = Stamina

Terushima is energetic therefore he’ll last an average of 40 minutes to an hour and a half. He also keeps a record of how long he lasts.

T = Toys

Probably doesn’t even know you own one until you tell him. Does he get self conscious yes but does he grow out of it and let you use it yes.

U = Unfair

He doesn’t like waiting as it also delays what he wants so he’s not big on teasing. But if he’s in the mood to tease - which is a 5% chance then he will tease you.

V = Volume

Unfortunately Terushima thought that if he voiced his pleasure it was less manly off him after he passed this stage he moans along side you just as loud as you. It’s not obnoxious he just wants you to know that he feels the same.

W = Wildcard

Terushima has more than once hit doggy style on you in his friends apartment out of pettiness.

X = X-ray

He’s of average height and a big on the lanky side so his cock is on the average side of 5-6 inches he’s not girthy but he has a beautiful curve in his cock which is just 👌🏻

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is hooked onto you sex drive. So whether your sex drive is insane or just average his will be the same.

Z = Zzzz

He likes to sleep the exact time as you although half of the time he sleeps earlier and you can’t blame him poor boy tries so hard to make you feel so good and he does so well. He deserves beauty sleep

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq terushima #haikyuu terushima #terushima smut #haikyuu!!

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shingia · 3 years

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𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒/𝐎 𝐇𝐂𝐒

how some of the haikyuu boys would react to a s/o who’s self conscious about their body

⤷ ft. our boys akaashi, asahi, osamu, terushima and tsukki

↳ 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

• poor boy definitely knows how you feel (and it breaks my heart every fcking day)

• i think akaashi would have a pretty methodical approach, he would try to get to the bottom of your insecurities by making you think about when/how they started or stuff like that

• then you’ll be able to find the sources of your complexes and shed light on the true reasons why you’re feeling self-conscious

• if he ever sees you stare a bit too long at a magazine cover or a perfectly retouched instagram post he’ll never fail to remind you that “it’s not real life”

• he’s super observant and attentive so he immediately knows when you start to get in your head and will immediately give you a comforting kiss on the cheek or squeeze your hand

• akaashi keiji WILL draw your insecurities and show you every drawing just so you can see how beautiful they are to him (and to the whole world, honestly)

• eventually, he opens up about his own insecurities which leads you to have many therapeutical conversations together. there’s a mutual support between the both of you, you’re going through this process together

• if you ever try to cover parts of your body out of embarrassment, he’ll grab your hands and put them away very carefully to make sure you’re okay with it

• let me just add that he praises you more than enough the first time he sees you in your underwear

• honestly a true cinnamon roll because he knows exactly what you need to hear to feel better <33

↳ 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞

• he’s astounded when you first share your insecurities with him because he genuinely thinks you have no flaws at all

• however, he’ll never tell you that you’re overreacting or being too dramatic, he understands how it is to feel worse than we actually are

• he might get frustrated pretty quickly if he feels like he’s not helping, because he just wants to make your complexes vanish as fast as possible

• obviously hypes you up 2x more than before, and that’s no small thing to say

• asahi might think that his compliments are not enough, so whenever he hears someone say something nice about you he’ll immediately text/tell you

• “hey i just heard tanaka say you were hot :)” (and he’s not even jealous about it)

• but he knows that what you need most is self-approval and self-love so whenever you’re feeling down, he’ll make you think about at least three positive things about yourself

• definitely high fives you afterwards

• he has already asked noya and suga for advice, especially noya because he knows he’s rly good at hyping people up and boosting their self-confidence

• if you ever feel super down then he’ll rely on actions more than words like cooking your favorite meal or just spend hours holding you in his arms if you need it : anything to make you smile really

↳ 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

• plz he’d be so protective of you as soon as you open up to him

• if he hears anyone (and i mean anyone) tease you about your appearance, then they’re in for a rough time. especially if that person happens to be his idiot of a brother

• and that also includes you. he’ll never stay silent or passive if you start putting yourself down

• but nothing would make him more outraged than hearing you compare yourself to him

• definitely kisses every part of your body you’re self-conscious about, just as a reminder that he loves everything about you

• if you’re struggling with your weight and want to change your diet, he’ll make 100% sure that you’re doing that to feel better in your own body, he doesn’t want you to try and please anyone else but yourself (as he should)

• once he’s convinced of that, he’ll be very supportive and even offer to workout with you if you feel like it

• no matter if you're looking to gain or lose weight, he'll be more than happy to cook for you

• he insists on going shopping with you in case you think your body does not look good enough to buy something you like. he wants to be there to talk some sense into you and maybe even buy the outfit without letting you any choice

• if you’re self-conscious about your face then i’m afraid that the best way for him to solve this issue is to kiss every inch of your skin until he’s out of breath (and we both know this man has stamina)

↳ 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

• i’m sorry but his first reaction would probably be something like “just don’t think about it”

• but when he finally understands that it’s not that easy, he’ll turn into your #1 hypeman

• aggressively cheers you up : “could you stop being so HOT i’m trying to fucking FOCUS !”

• he knows that his job is to make you feel wanted and attractive so you can be sure he will never stop flirting with you, even years in the relationship

• if you’ve been gloomy for a few days, he would definitely make you put on your nicest outfit before taking you to a nice restaurant, obviously treating you like royalty in the process

• he’s the kind of guy that would make you personalized hype playlists whenever he feels like you need a little boost

• having a s/o that’s self conscious about their smile would be the biggest challenge for terushima because he has a primary need to see them smile every day

• if you ever try to cover parts of your body out of embarrassment, he’ll grab your hands and slowly put them away

• when he notices you start comparing yourselves to the people you’re around, he does this really cute things where he either snaps his fingers in front of your eyes or just wave his hands around your head to get your attention

• “psst hey ! nuh-uh, we’re not doing that darling !”

↳ 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

• blunt™

• tsukki won’t lie to you, he values honesty too much for that

• for example if you’re insecure about your butt being too small, he’ll tell you straight to your face “yes it is”

• you were pretty upset the first time he told you that, but he really didn’t mean any harm so he looked at you, raised an eyebrow and asked « what’s wrong with that ? i like your butt the way it is »

• physically can not comprehend why you would like to change something about your body. he’s super smart but that’s just beyond him. maybe because he couldn’t care less about how you look, he loves you for what’s inside your head

• although he’ll never admit it, he can’t help but feel bad about your self-consciousness because he thinks it’s linked to his cold and rather distant nature

• and so it often happens that when you’re cuddling, his hands wander unconsciously to the parts of your body that you’re concerned about

• he will slap your hand without thinking twice if you try to push his away

• he’s not the kind of boyfriend that would loudly hype you up in public like terushima but you can rest assured that he’s super comforting behind closed doors

• definitely facepalmed when you told him your body was “not ready for summer”

• “it’s literally a season y/n come on, it’ll take whatever body you bring to it”

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #asahi #akaashi #tsukki #tsukishima #miya osamu #hq terushima #karasuno #inarizaki #fukurodani #johzenji

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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Not Bad

Prompts: Hihi, i have a Merlin prompt if you're interested. Merlin thinks he's a bad person bec he was taught that magic is bad, but also Bec of all the stuff he did/does to keep Arthur safe and ig throw in some touch starved!Merlin too for fun. But the knights compliment/hug/etc all the time and Merlin just doesn't understand what he's supposed to do with this, so the solution is to breakdown crying and try to convince the knights he's the bad person he sees himself as and the knights are just like "but you're wrong and he's 25 reasons why you're wrong" Plz, thx, love your writing - anon

im a fuckin sucker for soft knights & arthur w merlin so, if ur still takings reqs, i would love to see when the knights realize merlin still views himself as a "monster" like is hinted in first ep (? i thinkk, im rusty on my merlin trivia)- is it a passing comment he makes and they realize all together? knight cuddle pile? just give the poor boy some love - anon

if you'd want to write it i'd love to see the collective moment that the knights realize that merlin is self-harming in some way (in my brain this is probably in like a denial-of-things type thing that he probably doesn't even see as self-harm bc he's an idiot, could even be something like healing everyone else w magic but refusing to heal himself... idk feel free to do whatever you see fit!). i can only imagine they'd be frustrated with him and themselves but theyre just loving large idiots (': - anon

ahh yes all the prompts

Read on Ao3 Part 2

Warnings: implied/referenced self-harm in the form of intentionally depriving oneself of physical contact because THAT COUNTS

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic I don't care

Word Count: 3462

Arthur is confused, very upset, and nothing is alright anymore, thank you very much.

Because you see, despite the image that he tries to present—emphasis on the word ‘try’, there, according to his knights—he does care an awful lot about his people, especially his one particular person that happens to be able to say an awful lot without saying anything.

Merlin. He’s talking about Merlin, in case you hadn’t noticed.

The problem is that for all the man can ramble on about seemingly anything, at any time, he’s remarkably good at saying absolutely nothing about himself. He claims he’s an open book, but he’s certainly in a language that Arthur doesn’t know how to read.

He does know how to read, just to clarify. That isn’t the issue here.

No, no, the issue is that after months, years, almost a decade of Merlin by his side, watching his back, taking care of him, he’s discovered that there’s a secret that Merlin’s keeping from him. One he never intended to tell Arthur.

And before you panic, no, he’s not talking about Merlin’s magic.

Come on, it’s not like it’s not obvious, the man isn’t exactly good at hiding it. Does he seriously believe Arthur can’t see the tree branches that miraculously pick themselves up and fly at the nearest bandit or the spears that fling themselves at the foe about to behind Gwaine? Or the chores that mysteriously get done too fast for Merlin and far too efficiently? Or the way certain magical ailments seem to vanish mysteriously along with his idiot of a servant only to be greeted with a soft shrug when he pokes?

Merlin’s eyes also turn gold, that’s pretty neat.

So Merlin has magic.

Yes, we know, we had a small tantrum over the fact that he told Lancelot first, but it’s fine. Quite frankly, a lot of things make more sense now.

Except for this. Not this.

Merlin is hiding the secret that he believes he’s a bad person.

Now, Arthur’s not sure if you’ve met Merlin, but the man isn’t exactly the image of the evildoer that springs to mind when someone says ‘bad person.’

The Witch Finder, now there’s a bad person. Storming into Camelot, preying on the fear of the people, bribing and threatening and drugging people, torturing them, and condemning them to death just for the sake of a few coins.

Merlin did storm into Camelot, that is true, but he decided to pick a fight with the crown prince and then save his life. He’s not here for coin—if he were, they wouldn’t have had that small, er, issue about the steward not paying him anything for his work for the past eight years, honestly—and he’s certainly not preying on anyone’s fears. Except perhaps Arthur’s fear of losing his dignity.

The look on his father’s face when Merlin dodged the pillow…

Speaking of his father…there’s another one.

His father did not prey as openly on the people’s fear—or as obviously as Aredian, but prey on them he did. He was a strong king, sometimes too strong. He was a blind king, saw the people as nothing more than subjects, not the living breathing humans they are. He remembers Morgana’s voice, saying that authority should derive from the consent of the governed, not from the threat of force.

He always wanted to see Uther’s face when his ward—when his daughter said that to him.

And what he’s done to Morgana…

Arthur grimaces and shakes his head. Perhaps the very truth that he resents the idea of thinking about what Uther did to Morgana, to him…perhaps that is enough.

Those are bad people. At least to Arthur.

Merlin, on the other hand…

Merlin came into Camelot, knowing that if it was discovered that he has magic, he would be burnt at the stake. He came, not with any aspirations of glory, simply because he trusted his mother when she told him to come to Gaius. He came and he was given a job he never asked for, one he had no idea how to do, and stayed.

Merlin learned. Slowly, perhaps, but he learned. Now he has enough knowledge on what a servant should do to break the rules in the most spectacular fashion. Arthur smiles, biting back the chuckle at seeing George dressed up like Merlin and acting perfectly proper and the urge Arthur had to throw him out of the room.

And that’s not even mentioning what he does when he’s not following Arthur around.

Merlin learned. Merlin stayed.

Not just for Gaius, but for Arthur.

Arthur leans onto his desk, staring out into the courtyard where Merlin is tending to the knights’ horses as they mount up for patrol. He watches Leon step a little closer, lowering his head to mutter something to him, watching Gwaine clap Merlin on the shoulder.

Watches Merlin flinch a little too hard.

Watches Leon’s brow furrow and Gwaine take a step back.

This. This is the problem.

Merlin believes he’s a bad person. Which is wrong, but for some reason, he does.

And because Merlin believes he’s a bad person, he believes that anytime one of the knights touches him—or anyone touches him—it will be to hurt him.

How did they come to this conclusion, you may ask?

Arthur bites back a snarl as he turns away from the window.

It had started with the complements.

Gwaine, to no one’s surprise, was quite fond of flirting with anyone and everyone that would let him, Merlin no exception. Talking about Merlin’s looks, his personality, his work ethic, anything, and everything. Merlin would flush, bright red, ears and all, mumbling to himself.

But then Percival had said something and Merlin pushed him away—well, prodded his arm, no one really moves Percival without Percival letting them—and shook his head. Percival had shrugged but the rest of them had noticed the tension in Merlin’s shoulders.

Then Elyan complemented Merlin’s tracking abilities and Merlin hadn’t even acknowledged it, instead insisting that they keep moving before it got too dark to see and they’d be forced to make camp in the woods. They’d agreed, pressing on, but noting the way that Merlin refused to say so much as thank you.

Leon’s perceptiveness should be considered magical. Seriously, Arthur’s not entirely convinced the man can’t see into people’s heads, what with the information he’s able to produce out of nothing more than the twitch of a finger or the slightest huff of breath. But he sees the way Merlin shies away from any display of affection, even as he gently repeats it, watching Merlin turn his back and get back to work.

Arthur never saw what happened with Lancelot. All he knows is that one night, out in the woods, the two of them had gone off to collect firewood and Merlin had been hiding red-rimmed eyes when he returned, a few paces ahead of Lancelot, not ten minutes later. Arthur had glared but the forlorn confusion on Lancelot’s face had given him pause.

Then it was the touching.

One would expect Merlin to be a quite tactile person, and he is. He’s all shoulder nudges and pokes and prods and gentle shoves to get people to move where he wants them to go. And it’s not like the man has much concept of personal space.

No, some of that is not Arthur’s fault, how dare you?

But when someone else tries it, Merlin tenses reflexively, already moving before their hands make contact. He gives everyone he can a wide berth, scuttling around the outside of rooms until one of them breaks and tells him to come here, Merlin, it’s alright, we won’t hurt you. His face never quite believes them.

The strangest thing is how much of it Merlin makes small adjustments for.

He always wears those god-awful tunics, that he won’t let Arthur replace with fabric that doesn’t feel like it’s a burlap sack, with the sleeves pulled all the way down and those kerchiefs tied around his neck. Arthur’s seen his sleeves rolled up before, but only when Merlin’s working and he hasn’t realized Arthur’s there yet. It’s not like Arthur doesn’t know Merlin has forearms, but Merlin will always jump and guiltily roll his sleeves down.

He doesn’t notice why until he accidentally brushes Merlin’s bare skin once and Merlin all but tears away like he’s been burned.

He doesn’t know why.

Merlin has a secret. The secret is that he believes he’s a bad person. That means he can’t accept compliments and he can’t let them touch him.

This is a problem, because Arthur would very much like for Merlin to believe that he isn’t a bad person.

This is also a problem because Arthur has no idea how to do that.

He looks up when there’s a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

“Sire?” Leon steps through. “May we come in?”

Arthur nods, his eyebrows raising as all of his knights spill into the room.

“Shall I assume you’re on the warpath again?”

“Nah,” Gwaine grumbles, throwing himself into a chair, “know this isn’t your fault.”

Leon shakes his head. “It’s Merlin, sire, we’re…concerned.”

Arthur just sighs and tells them what’s been buzzing around his head for the past…however long it’s been. The knights nod.

“He doesn’t like to be touched when he doesn’t expect it,” Lancelot offers, “but when I ask…he doesn’t seem to want to agree either.”

“But he does,” Gwaine argues, “you’ve seen the way he stares at us when we hug each other, he looks like a poor child that’s never had a hug in his life!”

“Which isn’t true.” Elyan folds his arms. “Gwen’s hugged him.”

“We’ve all hugged him.”

“But he still thinks we’re going to hurt him.”

“Well,” Arthur mutters, “we can’t exactly blame him for being paranoid, can we?”

“If you lot are going to talk about me behind my back like it’s a war council, then yeah, I reserve the right to be paranoid.”

“Merlin!”

“Thank god, where’ve you been?”

“I thought we were meeting by the stables.”

“Did you get hurt?”

Merlin raises his hands and takes a step back. “Whoa, can I get through the door first before the interrogation starts?”

“This isn’t an interrogation,” Arthur says, glaring at the knights, “we’re concerned.”

“Uh-huh,” Merlin mutters, weaving through them to the table so he can set down the thing hooked over his arm, “yes, I’m all too familiar with your concern.”

Arthur frowns. “What does that mean?”

Merlin waves a hand. “Oh, just that it’s a prelude to more chores and things to do.”

Is that…true?

“Yes.”

Did he say that out loud?

“Also yes.”

Arthur shakes his head. “Merlin, we’re not coming up with lists and lists for chores for you to do.”

“Really? With how many you all constantly give me, here I finally thought I’d cracked the code as to why.”

Leon steps forward. “We’re not coming up with things to give you, Merlin, nor are we intending to gossip behind your back.”

“So what are you doing?”

“We’re worried,” Lancelot repeats, “about you.”

“Well, I’m right as rain, no need to worry.”

“Lie.”

Merlin’s eyes go wide and he stares at Leon. The knight smiles ruefully and takes another little step forward.

“Lie,” he repeats gently, “you don’t have to lie to us, Merlin.”

Merlin’s mouth thins. “Maybe I don’t want to tell you, then.”

“Why not—“

“No,” Arthur breaks in, causing Merlin to swing his head around again, “no, if Merlin doesn’t want to tell us he doesn’t have to.”

Gwaine looks on the verge of protest, but another look from Lancelot is enough to quell him. He sinks into the chair and tosses an apple to Merlin.

“At least eat something,” he says by way of explanation, “you’ve not eaten anything since lunch.”

Merlin looks very confused—good, now he’s just like the rest of them—but bites into the apple nonetheless. His gaze travels around the room before coming to rest on Leon.

“Why are you all concerned?”

“Because you won’t let us complement you, Merlin,” Leon says softly, “you believe that every time we touch you we intend to hurt you, and you believe that this is deserved because you are a bad person.”

The flabbergasted look on Merlin’s face is almost enough to make Arthur laugh. Almost.

“How…”

“We notice things, Merlin,” Leon says patiently, “we notice you.”

Lancelot snorts. “Good going, mate, you’ll freak him out.”

“Um—there’s nothing worth noticing about me—“

“Not we all know that’s not true,” Gwaine says, and if it had been any other time it would’ve sounded like the next pick-up line at the tavern, “you’re worth noticing, Merlin.”

Merlin’s gaze darts back and forth, finding no disagreement in any faces.

“What—what were you concerned about?”

“Aside from what we just told you?”

“But I don’t—why is that a problem?”

Arthur swallows a curse. “Are you asking why we’re upset that you believe you’re a bad person and you deserve to be treated badly?”

“…yes?”

“Because you’re not a bad person,” Elyan says, “and you don’t deserve to feel like everyone’s about to hurt you.”

Gods, the look of disbelief on Merlin’s face hurts.

“You don’t know that,” he says lowly, setting the apple down, “you don’t know that.”

“Sure we do.” Elyan uncrosses his arms. “We know you, Merlin.”

“I don’t think you do.”

A look passes around the group of knights. Elyan smiles.

“I know that Gwen came home and told me she’d made a friend the first week you arrived in Camelot. I know that you’ve reminded us what family means. I know that you care, Merlin, about your friends, because they’re important to you.”

Merlin blinks in confusion.

“I know you’re a strong man,” Percival says, “and not just because you can lift the packs for the horses without complaining. But you work hard, because you know you can, and so that people don’t have to. You provide what you can because you know what it’s like to have nothing.”

“I—I—“

“I know you’re brave,” Lancelot says softly, standing, “I know you feel the same fear that we all do and you stare it straight in the face.”

He pauses, takes one step closer.

“I know you don’t chase the glory of being brave, but the feeling of being brave and using it.”

“Guys, I—“

“I know what you’ve done.”

Merlin’s face goes pale at Leon’s words.

The knight tilts his head to the side and smiles.

“I’ve been around the longest,” he says in a near whisper, “and I have seen the changes from when you arrived in Camelot until now. I’ve seen the differences, not just in the other men in this room but in Camelot.”

He lays a hand on his chest.

“I know that you’ve made me prouder to serve this kingdom than many others that have tried.”

Poor Merlin is shaking right now, his fingers trembling on the edge of the table. He looks around in confusion, terribly frightened, sending more aches through Arthur’s chest.

“You wouldn’t say that—“ he gasps— “you wouldn’t say that if you knew the truth.”

“And what truth is that?”

“That—that I—“ Merlin’s breaths start to ring in the chamber— “I—I—“

“That you have magic?”

Merlin’s head jerks around to stare at Arthur. Arthur raises his hands and takes a step closer. Merlin flinches.

“It’s alright, Merlin,” Arthur says softly, “I’m not angry. I’m not going to hurt you. You have magic, though, right?”

“Yes—yes, I—but I’ve only ever used it for—for you Arthur, I—“

“Easy,” he soothes, fighting the urge to reach out and pull him close, “I know. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not,” Merlin all but whimpers, “it’s not okay, it’s bad, it’s bad and I’m bad, I’m bad—“

“You’re not.”

“I am!”

Merlin yanks his arms to his sides, curling them tightly around himself, much to the protest of the knights. His fingers whiten as he clutches the sides of his tunic.

“I’m bad, bad people get hurt, you don’t—you don’t touch bad people.”

“Merlin,” Arthur breaks in softly, “Merlin, sweetheart, I’m going to come over to you.”

He can hear the quickly stifled gasps and Gwaine’s ‘oh shit’ as he inches towards Merlin. The poor man doesn’t move, but the tremors get worse and worse the closer Arthur gets.

“I’m right here,” he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart, do you believe me? That I won’t hurt you?”

“I—I—“

“Because I won’t,” he promises, still fighting the urge to swoop the poor thing into a hug, “I’ll never hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not bad, Merlin, and you certainly don’t deserve to be hurt.”

“You don’t know that,” comes the strangled whisper, “you don’t know what I’ve done.”

“But I know you, Merlin,” Arthur murmurs, “and that’s enough.”

He can’t stop the concerned noise at Merlin’s huff of disbelief.

“It’s enough, sweetheart, it’s—hey! Easy, easy,” he soothes as Merlin’s knees buckle and he catches him before he can hit the ground, “I’ve got you, shh, shh, you’re alright.”

“Oh,” Lancelot murmurs as Merlin starts to shiver terribly, “oh, Merlin, you’re touch starved.”

“Touch starved?”

“He’s not been touched for a very long time,” Lancelot murmurs, hustling to join them on the floor, scooping Merlin’s legs into his lap, “and so he’s not used to it, but he needs it.”

“We all need touch?”

“Yes, otherwise our bodies get…unhappy.” Lancelot shakes his head. “I’m sure Gaius could explain it more. The short version is humans aren’t built to hold each other at arm’s length.”

Arthur tightens his grip on the lapful of shaking Merlin he has. There’s a cold nose buried in the crook of his neck, arms looping awkwardly around his shoulders. Distantly, he hears the scufflings of the other knights as they move closer.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” he fins himself whispering, “we’ve got you, we won’t hurt you, you’re safe, you’re good, we have you, it’s alright, now…”

Poor Merlin is still shuddering terribly.

“Shh, shh, easy, just try and relax, we have you…”

Since when has Merlin been this cold?

“Oh, I’m definitely hugging you every day,” Gwaine mutters, helping to prop Merlin up away from the table.

“Why—“ Merlin swallows— “why are you all so warm?”

“You’re cold,” Arthur says, “we’re helping.”

“I’m—I’m—what is it? Touch—touch—“

“Touch starved,” Lancelot offers gently, “yes, Merlin.”

“You’re helping?”

Gwaine shifts behind him. “We’re helping.”

“You’re not…mad?”

“No, Merlin, we’re not mad.”

“I’m not bad?”

Arthur tightens his grip. “Never, Merlin.”

“You—I can—I can stay?”

“Yes, Merlin,” comes the chorus of knights, “for as long as you like.”

Arthur is still upset, very confused, and more than a little overprotective right now.

But so is Merlin.

And they’re…they’re starting to figure it out.

One thing’s for sure: Arthur’s definitely pulling Merlin into bed to cuddle with him instead of getting up in the morning.

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Daddy Issues (Spencer Reid Imagine)

*NOT MY GIF IF ANYONE KNOWS THE OWNER PLZ LET ME KNOW SO I CAN GIVE CREDIT*

Summary: While tending to Reid’s wound he obtained in a bar brawl, Reader finds out about his true feelings but not without the hurtful mentioning of Reader’s daddy issues.

Category: Angst Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: Mentions of a violent bar fight, allusions to abandonment, self-destructive/sabotaging tendencies Word Count: 2.6K

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Naughty boy.”

You put your thumb on the dimple of his chin and your index finger under his chin to turn his head to the side gently. Reid let his head turn without resistance so you’d have a better view of the large laceration on his cheek. It was bloody beyond belief. “God, what’d you do?”

“What do you mean ‘What’d I do?’ He was the maniac that punched me.” Because of Reid’s little bar fight, you were all kicked out of the club and forced to come back to Spencer’s apartment to clean him up. While the rest of the team was in the living room, you were in the bathroom, kindly helping him. But he rejected your help when he wrapped his large hand around your wrist to pull it off his face so he could hop off the sink and push past you and out the door.

“Reid, get back here! You of all people know how much worse that cut will be if I don’t clean it soon.”

Apparently, reminding him that he might develop an infection was enough to convince him to drop the tough guy act and come back. He walked with his tail between his legs when he had to pass you in the doorway to sit back on the sink. You brought out the emergency kit, while Spencer looked over his shoulder to check out his wound in the mirror.

“Yes, you look cool. Now stop looking at yourself in the mirror and look at me so I can disinfect it.” Reid almost looked embarrassed when you said this, but you both knew it was true. He did look pretty badass.

After you pulled out all your supplies, Reid shyly spoke up.

“Do . . . do you really think I look cool?”

This coming from a man that had been shot twice, survived an anthrax attack, been in a handful of hostage situations, and got out of prison. He was so strong, but he didn’t even know it. How was he so oblivious to his own strength? You had to laugh.

“Why are you laughing at me? What’s so funny?” Reid sounded genuinely hurt. If his previous question didn’t radiate ‘sad puppy dog energy,’ that question sure did. It was as if he had reverted to his shy 24 year old self that still asked for validation.

“You do not need to get punched to prove how tough you are, okay? You’re plenty strong as it is.” To him, he thought you were just saying that, but you didn’t mean it. “Hey - look at me,” You demanded, making him meet your eyes. “You are so fucking cool. You hear me? I mean it, Reid. It takes one to know one after all.” He tried to fight a smile at your playful joke, but he failed. You always knew what to say to cheer him up, and tonight was no different.

Reid’s shoulders finally deflated as he settled down. You stood between his legs while you tended to the cut. While you were between Reid’s legs, you felt his finger playing with the belt loop of your jeans. It was such a small gesture you didn’t notice it at first, maybe even because he’d probably done small gestures like this a million times before. He wasn’t even doing it on purpose, but he was fulfilling some subconscious need to be touching you, even if it was simply playing with your belt loop.

“You know, if you don’t tell me what happened, Morgan will. Do you really want that?” You threatened. Knowing Morgan - he'd be more than happy to recount the incident to you.

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Alright. If you say so,” You stared directly into Spencer’s eyes. “MORGAN!” You yelled loud enough for him to hear you.

Spencer immediately clapped his hand over your mouth. “SHH! Fine, fine I’ll tell you.”

See? Worked like a charm.

When it came to Reid, you played dirty, and without fail, he’d give you what you wanted. Even if it took a while - he’d always give in.

Always.

“Remember that guy you were -” Reid gulped back the lump in his throat. “dancing with?”

After pausing to recall the night, a faint memory resurfaced. “You mean Owen? What about him?”

“After you danced, you went to the bathroom with Garcia, remember?” You nodded again. “He watched you the entire time. Emily tried to tell me it was nothing - but then I saw some guy come up to him and give him a handshake, with a twenty in his palm. So I gave Owen a piece of my mind.”

You tried to contain your laughter at his choice of words. “Guys make stupid bets like that all the time, Reid.” He only huffed as a response. “Hey,” You softly said, turning his head to look at you. “Thank you.” You finally said after a moment of staring at Reid. “Thank you for defending me when I wasn’t around.”

Reid pouted a little and shook his head. “Why do you go after guys like him?” His voice was so quiet that a whisper would’ve been loud in comparison.

“What?” You didn’t ask because you didn’t hear him, but because you didn’t understand him.

“Seriously, Y/N, it’s like you have this obsession with douchebags. Are they the guys you think you deserve?”

“What are you saying?” Your voice had a hint of anger behind it.

“I’ve tried to understand why you do what you do, but it just makes me more confused. I know you like guys that give you attention your father never did -”

“Whoa, back up. You did not just say that.” You were actually in disbelief.

“Am I wrong? Your father left in your formative years, so your love map -”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Hearing him say that as if you were some damaged unsub that he was trying to empathize with made your blood boil.

“Face it, Y/N. You’re always telling the girls that you want a nice guy, but then you dance on some asshole because you’d rather screw up a relationship with a jerk than mess up a relationship with someone you actually deserve. But if you opened your eyes for once, then you’d realize that if they actually were deserving of you - they wouldn’t abandon you like your father did.”

As soon as the words left his lips, Spencer received a second bruise that night. The sound of your palm hitting his other cheek echoed through the bathroom. It was enough to call the team’s attention to you two.

“Fuck you!” You shrieked, leaving the bathroom and pushing past the team that was doing they’re best to stop you.

You stormed out of Spencer’s flat and felt seven pairs of eyes following you as you ran down the stairwell.

. . .

“She couldn’t have gotten very far.” Hotch reasoned as he looked into the distance.

All of us were looking for Y/N, who wasn’t returning any of our calls. Everyone was worried about her, including me. Especially me. It was my fault after all, which the team had no problem reminding me.

“What were you thinking, man? Bringing up her dad like that? That was messed up and you know it.” Morgan added right after Y/N walked out.

“You could’ve been more gentle, Spence.” JJ sighed while ringing Y/N for the fifth time.

“Just give her some time.” Prentiss advised. “Yeah, I’m sure you two will be back to cracking Star Trek jokes in no time.” Garcia added.

I hadn’t even realized what I was saying when I was saying, nor had I thought through the repercussions of my words.

It was a known rule that we should never profile one another, but I couldn’t help it. It was all too easy to distinguish the source of Y/N’s poor taste in men. Although, I had to admit, who was I to judge her based on her father’s absence? What with my own father leaving me and my mom.

“Hey, Boy Genius,” Rossi called out to me. “You know her better than the rest of us. Where would she go?” Everyone’s eyes looked at me.

It was true. If anyone knew where she was - it would be me, but I was too flustered from the argument to think clearly.

“I don’t know! She goes home when she’s tired. Goes to the cafe when she’s working. Goes to work when she needs a distraction. Goes to my apartment when she’s sad . . .” My voice faded when I realized I probably screwed that up, too. I loved her late night visits. They were a reminder that she needed me. That I was valuable.

That’s when a memory from years ago resurfaced.

“I know where she is.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“You’re back already? I thought Hotch told you to take some time off.”

She wordlessly nodded. “Yeah, he did, but I’m fine. Plus, I’m already behind in paperwork.” Whenever she tried avoiding her problems, she’d bury herself in her work to distract her from her underlying pain. It killed me to see Y/N like this.

“Where’d you go last night?” I felt compelled to ask since as soon as the jet landed, Y/N practically disappeared. She didn’t even call me, which was weird.

“Nowhere, why?” She hadn’t met my eyes when she answered my question, instead keeping her gaze locked on the surroundings below her while she took her seat at her desk.

“I just . . . I could tell you were upset about the case.”

Cases weren’t easy to begin with, but Y/N was especially sensitive to yesterday’s. A young woman named Hanna was killing older white, affluent men as surrogates until she got to the real source of her rage - her father. He’d abandoned her in her early years which imprinted on her. She’d grow up to find out that her father left her and her mom for his wealthy mistress. They went on to raise two daughters. It was a shock that Hanna never tried to hurt her half sisters or their mother, but that only meant she was going to inflict that much more pain onto her dad.

When we finally found Hanna, she’d already killed her father, but it wasn’t too late to save Hanna.

Y/N was the one talking.

“Hanna, think about your mom. She loves you so much. Your father leaving devastated her, but you being there made all the difference. You gave her purpose. Don’t let your mom lose you, too. She needs you. Just put down the poison for your mom.” Y/N pleaded while lowering her gun into her holster.

But as Y/N came closer to her, Hanna reacted quickly by downing the poisonous concoction. Y/N ran right up to her and stuck her fingers down her throat to force her to throw up what she’d just drank, but it was no use. Soon Hanna fell to the floor with Y/N clutching her body as it violently convulsed.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Hotch yelled, trying to pull her off of Hanna, but she refused to give up.

I’d never seen her as disturbed as she was on the plane ride back. Her eyes never left the window. I wanted so badly to ask her how she was or offer my help, but I knew she’d rather be left alone. I didn’t blame her. Losing someone you’re trying to save is devastating, but it’s worse when you relate to the unsub. When you very well could have been them. Y/N saw herself as a reflection of Hanna because of how similar their childhoods were - how closely they paralleled. Not to mention, the likeness in age and appearance only served to haunt Y/N as she imagined herself being in Hanna’s shoes. Y/N would’ve wanted someone to save her, so she tried to save Hanna, but she couldn’t.

It took Y/N a moment after she told me that she went ‘nowhere’ to say something again. “I’m sorry, Reid. I don’t want to lie to you.”

“Then don’t. Tell me what’s going on so I can help you.” It hurt me to see her like this and I was willing to do whatever it took to be there for her.

“Promise me you won’t laugh,” She began. I promised her I wouldn’t. “I went to the park. Like with a playground. And . . . I just sat on the swings. For like a really long time.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“I see her!” Garcia shouted, waving around her pointer finger. The entire team was about to jump out of the car when I stopped them.

“Could you guys just wait here? I think I should go alone.”

Amicably, they all agreed to wait inside the car, while I trudged to the swing set.

“We were worried about you.” I softly said, creeping up behind her.

She didn’t even flinch at my voice or turn around when I spoke. “I knew you’d find me anyway.” She replied. I recognized her voice. She’d been crying.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said back there,” No response. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Another short period passed before she actually said something back. “I’m sorry I slapped you.”

“I’m just glad you did it on the other cheek.” I joked, trying to say something that would make her smile.

Come on, Y/N. Smile for me, please.

I slowly took a seat in the swing next to her, wrapping my hands around the chains. A familiar squeak noise rang out when I adjusted my full weight. That’s when I looked down at her feet and noticed they weren’t even touching the wood chips. How cute.

“Why do you care?” Her voice surprised me. “Why do you care if I go after the wrong guys?”

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I don’t want to see you get hurt by someone that didn’t deserve you to begin with.” This was only half true.

“No, no it’s more than that. Like, why did you punch Owen? Morgan was there, too. But he didn’t start a fight with him and let’s be honest - between the two of you, he’s more likely to use his fists, but he didn’t - you did. Why?” I was rendered speechless. I just couldn’t come up with the right words to say what I wanted to say. “Say it, Spencer . . . please.”

It took me a moment. I couldn’t even meet her eyes at first, but slowly, I lifted my head to look at her through teary eyes. “Y/N, how can you say you want a nice guy when, after all these years, you’ve never looked twice at me?” Her eyes broke away from mine. “Why won’t you let me love you?”

“You know why. You said it yourself.”

‘You’d rather screw up a relationship with a jerk than mess up a relationship with someone you actually deserve.’

We didn’t say anything more for a painfully long time.

“I can’t be with you, Reid.” She finally spoke.

And even though a large part of me wanted to protest, object, and disagree, I stayed quiet. That was an answer I had to accept.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get over you.” I admitted, halfway laughing at myself for sounding so childish. If I looked up a millisecond later than I did, I probably wouldn’t have caught the small smile that formed on her face after hearing me profess this.

“You know, I’m not even sure I know what love is, honestly,” She lightheartedly confessed. “But if it’s anything like how I feel for you, then you should know that I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than I love myself, and I truly want you to be happy. I want to see you smile harder than you’ve ever smiled before. I want you to laugh harder than you’ve ever laughed before. I want you to love harder than you’ve ever loved before . . . but not with me.”

And though, she didn’t say it out loud - her eyes told me.

‘This is the most I can love you in this life. Let that be enough.’

And with my eyes, I told her:

‘It’s enough.’

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

A/N: So this might ruin the vibes of the story, but I felt like I just had to explain the ending.

Reader does want to be with Spencer! She wants nothing more than to be the reason he smiles, laughs, and loves, but as Spencer pointed out, she self-sabotages and has destructive behavior, and she knew that long before Spencer told her that, and for that very reason - she can’t be with Spencer.

She loves him more than she loves herself, so as much as she wants to make herself happy by being with him - she wants his happiness more. And he wouldn’t be happy with her long term because of how Reader is in relationships.

The line: This is the most I can love you in this life. Let that be enough. means ‘I’m loving you as much as I possibly can without hurting you. I know it’s not the kind of love we think we want, but please let it be enough.’

I hope that clears things up.

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BEAUTY AND HER BEAST: Chapter 9 (temporary 1-2 week hiatus being taken from his fic, click ao3 link and read end notes to find out why. I WILL BE COMING BACK!!!)

WARNING PLZ READ BEFORE CONTINUING: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

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Despite the shrill echo of Nadine’s terrified voice being something Salvatore has prepared himself for since before the young woman even arrived in the reservoir, the real thing was still somehow 100 times worse than he could have ever imagined it being.

Chaos followed as Salvatore frantically left his hiding spot, crawling across the floor as quickly as his mangled body would allow, as a loud crashing sound vibrates the whole room once Nadine’s body finally lands, quite uncomfortably I might add, on the hardwood of the floor. The sudden frantic and terrified swinging of her arms following Salvatore’s verbal slip knocked the poor woman off balance, sending her right back down to the floor for a second time.

Staring at the writhing figure of Nadine from the other corner across the room, Salvatore sniffles pitifully to himself as tears cascade down his face. Oh how appropriately cruel, that the universe wouldn’t even give Salvatore the decency of a proper meeting with Nadine, much less a chance at friendship and even less at anything past that. It makes perfect sense that this would be the way Nadine found out how disgusting and pathetic he is. Sitting alone in a dark and dingy room, watching old romance films because he has no one of his own to hold and love like the men in the movies do, and eating entire blocks of cheese all on his own, because nothing pairs with unending loneliness like the tang of sharp cheddar and the horrible stomach ache that follows it.

Putting his hands up to cover his face, a final effort to hide himself away from the beautiful woman’s gaze, Salvatore merely sat in his new corner, his shoulders shaking with sobs of agony and his body trembling in fear as Nadine’s gaze finally locked on to him, and him alone this time, in the dark silence of the room.

“H-Hey… are you alright? I’m sorry I yelled like that, I didn’t mean to startle you like that, but you suddenly spoke up out of nowhere and it scared me half to death” The soft voice from across the room asks, causing Salvatore to pause in his moment of self-loathing. Did… did she just ask him if he was alright? Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to ask her that?

“W-what…?” Salvatore chokes out, peering out slightly from behind the cover of his hood in confusion. The sight he’s met with is one that steals his breath away, much like the first time he laid eyes upon the stunning beauty this tiny woman held. However, unlike their “first” meeting, that took place back in Mother Miranda’s lab, this time there was no metal pod separating the two, Salvatore realized, as the sight of Nadine, slouched tiredly on the ground barely a few feet away from where he cowered in the corner, registered in the mutant man’s mind.

Next, of course, came her actual appearance. Black strands tousled messily across her forehead framed her round face and golden eyes perfectly. Her long white dress bunched up around her upper thighs, revealing the curves of her large, but muscular legs, that had previously been obscured by the material of her dress. Slouched shoulders and heavy breathing caused the material of Nadine’s nightgown to slowly inched its way down the front of her chest, not exposing her necessarily, but definitely revealing more and more of her lusciously plump breasts with every harsh up and down of her shoulders.

Tears continued to fall from Salvatore’s eyes even as saliva began to fill his mouth and his fear and self-loathing slowly gave way to the growing fire beginning to kindle in the pit of his stomach. The sound of his muffled sobs of anguish and arousal escaping from behind his hands causes Nadine’s face to immediately fall, agony replacing the previously wild look her face held.

“N… N-no. No no, please don’t cry. It’s alright. I-I-I’m not going to hurt you… I mean it… see… I don’t have any weapons on me” Nadine says hurriedly, standing up and doing a spin to show that nothing that could pose potential harm to Salvatore was hiding between the folds or frills of the thin garment. “See! Nothing to hide.”

Salvatore merely closed his tear soaked eyes and shook his head, the motion moving his whole body along with it. “Nooooooooooo… y-you d-don’t… under-s-stand…”

“What do you mean? What don’t I understand?” Nadine asked, kneeling back down to the ground, moving slightly closer to Salvatore than she was before, a terrifyingly genuine look of concern and worry etched into her beautiful features.

The mutant man fought back a wave of nausea and choked on a sob at the angelic sight. Hoards of hormones equating to despair and arousal battle within the hellish confines of Salvatore’s brain. The mutant man was filled with so many mixed emotions that he genuinely couldn’t tell if he wanted to tear himself apart until not a scrap of evidence of his existence remained, or if he wanted to just spring forward and consume the delectably dangerous morsel that sat so prettily before him, like an octopus latching itself upon the almighty great white shark as it just passes above their home, pulling the now helpless and unsuspecting predator down into the depths of a true monster’s domain.

“Hey, come on now. It sounds like you’re having a hard time breathing. Why don’t you come out of the corner where the air’s a little fresher, ya?” The young woman coaxes gently, moving ever so slightly closer to Salvatore as she speaks. The movement does not go unnoticed by the hooded man, nor does the way it pushes her dress even further up her already decently exposed thighs, but with little ability to stop Nadine’s incremental advances, Salvatore merely buries his face into his hands, blocking as much of his disgustingly bloated maw as he possibly could, even as the young woman attempted to change her angle to get a better look at him.

“P-p-please… jus-just stop!” Salvatore commands, suddenly filled with a wave of confidence that abandons him just as quickly as it arrived. “j-j-j… j-just… g-go… please…”

A light mist has become visible in the light reflecting off of Nadine’s eyes, the young woman looking truly saddened by the strange man’s utter rejection of her. Whether it was out of pity for Salvatore’s sake, or fear of her own impending isolation should the likes of Salvatore even reject her company, the hooded man could neither tell, nor did he really want to know.

“Well that’s not a very nice thing to say to someone trying to be your friend now is it? I might not look as normal as I used to but I’m not here to cause any trouble” Nadine scolds lightly, her voice strong, though even Salvatore can detect a slight wobble. “But… if you can give me a valid reason why I should leave, then… then I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

A valid reason? What other reason did she need than to get away from him?

Salvatore takes a moment to wipe away some of the tears that coated his face, slightly peeking out to look at the younger woman once again before speaking. “Y-you… you can’t… s-stay here… th-this place… it i-isn’t… isn’t g-good enough f-for you… it’s… i-its not w-worthy… I-i… I’m… n-not worthy… of you…”

Nadine shifts slightly closer once again, a pained look cut into her face like a raging storm cuts through large waves out in the open ocean. Her whole body was a sea of turbulent waters as she gingerly reached her hand forward, slowly but surely inching her way closer to Salvatore, until her wine dark fingers just barely brushed against the thick, rugged fabric of his overcoat.

Silence befell the two mutants, permeating the room with tension so thick and heavy Salvatore thought he might suffocate.

The cornered man could not bring himself to look up as Nadine’s delicate fingers gently latched on to the article of clothing covering his wretched and disgusting form. Salvatore shuddered as he prepared himself for what was inevitably to come once Nadine removed his overcoat: the biting cold of the surrounding area pinching and nipping at his thick, but sensitive flesh; another shrill shriek of fear and terror that would pierce him to his very core; the sound of Nadine, beautiful, gorgeous, perfect, immaculate Nadine, fleeing not just the underground tunnels that had lead her to discover this place, but also the reservoir, never to be seen again.

Salvatore wouldn’t blame her for this choice, of course. After all, it’s what he would do if he found himself trapped with a wretched creature as grotesque and pitiful as he himself was. Death wasn’t an option Salvatore had the luxury of entertaining, but he never blamed others if they chose it over him.

He would too, if he could.

Despite his earlier expectations, the hand on his coat never moves to take the garment off the trembling man, instead, moving to gently run along the side of Salvatore’s head, down his shoulders, before resting itself softly, but firmly, along the area of growths that covered the small of his back. After taking a moment to allow the violent trembling of Salvatore’s body, in response to the young woman’s gentle caresses, to calm down to something more manageable, Nadine slowly lifts her left hand and rests it on the opposite side of the hunched-over man’s head, yet she makes no move to try and take his cloak off or remove his face from his hands.

Stillness and silence return for a brief moment, almost as though Nadine were waiting for Salvatore to raise objection to her advances and stop her, as if he had the power or control to do anything but cower in the corner and cover his growing excitement in shame. With no explicit objections voiced, the hands resting gently around Salvatore began to slowly pull him toward Nadine’s body.

“Come here” Nadine’s soft, heavenly voice commands lightly, as Salvatore’s body does as instructed with no resistance whatsoever. A broken sob of humiliating arousal escapes the hooded man when he gently falls forward into Nadine’s lap, her arms quickly moving to wrap around and hold the hooded man against her soft, warm, and strong body.

“Shhhh, it’s alright. There’s no need to be so worked up. You have nothing to be afraid of, here” Nadine coos soothingly, as her hand gently caresses his thin, leather covered arm.

Salvatore cries pitifully as the painfully comforting words and actions make him want to vomit from overjoy. “Y-you… you d-dont unders-s-stand…” the hunched man weeps, his voice slightly muffled by his knees as he continues trying to hide his face by shoving it as far between his legs as he’s physically capable.

“What don’t I understand? Could you explain it to me?” Nadine asks, patiently holding the sobbing mess of a man firmly against herself as he collects himself enough to answer.

“I-it isn’t… you… th-that I f-fear…” Salvatore begins, trailing off as another wave of cold dread and fiery desire collide violently somewhere deep inside the hooded man’s chest.

“What is it that you’re afraid of then? If not... me?” The young woman’s angelic voice questioned, the slightly fearful and worried tone of her voice toward the end of her question, as if what Salvatore thought of her was even worth her precious time to worry about, made the mutant man’s stomach wretch sickeningly.

“I-I… I f-fear… oh god-” Salvatore began, before promptly shutting up and shoving Nadine as far away from him as he could from that angle, throwing himself to the floor, on his hands and knees, in the opposite direction just as a wave of acidic bile forces its way from the confines of the man’s mouth and out onto the floor in front of him. His own hideous reflection stares back at him in the growing puddle of stomach acid once he’s done.

A spiteful reminder from the universe of what he was and why he lived the way that he did.

Drunkenly reaching his hand forward to smear the vomit puddle around so he at least didn’t have to look at himself AND sit in his own filth while he gathered the energy to get up and wash off in the lake, Salvatore missed the way Nadine’s eyes narrowed in confusion at the man’s clumsy movements, before suddenly widening as she realized what the hooded man was doing.

“No, wait! Don’t touch that, it’ll only make you feel worse if you fiddle around with that nasty stuff” Nadine says hurriedly, as she rushes forward to take Salvatore’s moving hand in her own and presses it firmly against her bosom to prevent the man from playing around in his own throw up. She gasps in shock and her grip tightens around Salvatore’s hand, as though she’d suddenly remembered something important she’d forgotten about and Salvatore’s hand had brought it back to her conscious mind, before shaking her head and pulling herself from her thoughts.

“Oh, you poor thing! Here, let me wipe your face for you, and try to take deeper, slower breaths while you’re at it. You’ve managed to work yourself into such a panic that it's no wonder you’re throwing up all over yourself.”

The room is spinning far too fast and in far too many different directions for Salvatore to really be sure what’s going on, however the feeling of Nadine’s skin pressed against his own as she tenderly raised the edge of her pristine white dress to wipe away the lines of green acidic bile that had been left on Salvatore’s lip, was a sensation of euphoria unlike anything the hooded man has ever felt before in his entire life.

Not even Mother Miranda’s own embrace felt quite as… ‘brutal’ wasn’t the appropriate word to use based on its true definition, but in that instance it's the only word that Salvatore can think of to describe how intense everything around him, Nadine especially, feels at the present moment. Her touch, her scent, her warmth, her weight, her firm grip around him, the constant rhythmic thrum of her heart beat against his cold, bony hand, all of it was so intensely brutal that it was a wonder how the combined effect didn’t beat him into the floor. It was too much for Salvatore to handle all at once, and yet he knew that if the kind angel sitting next to him retracted so much as a single one of those sensations, he’d lose himself to insanity like careless swimmers lose themselves to sudden rapid currents.

Salvatore threw up 3 more times before his stomach finally allowed him the relief the hooded man had desperately been craving. The floor was an absolute mess by this point, but thanks to Nadine, who’d managed to keep his upper body upright the whole time, Salvatore hadn’t made nearly as much of a mess of himself as he normally did, though that still didn’t fix the primary problem that had resulted in all that vomiting.

“There we go. That must feel a lot better, huh?” Nadine asks calmly, pulling Salvatore in to rest against her chest once again, his face still turned downward and away in avoidance.

Although Salvatore does not grace her question with a response, the hooded man has long since given up trying to get away from the young woman, at this point just allowing her to move him however she pleased, taking in as much of her kindness and affection as he possibly could, before she inevitably hightails it out of here, of course. It was only a matter of time, at this rate.

“You know… you’re a lot bigger than I expected you to be” comes a sudden declaration from Nadine, breaking the silence that had permeated throughout the room and immediately pulling Salvatore from his dejected whimpering.

“I mean… I suppose I should have expected that, especially since most middle schoolers are taller than me, nowadays” the young woman continues with a lighthearted chuckle, “but you looked so small and stump-like from all the way up in that stupid pod that I couldn’t help but be a little surprised when I felt you had arms and legs. You could have very well had a snake for a body for all I knew and I still don’t think I’d have been as surprised, though this huge coat you're wearing certainly doesn’t make getting a good look at you very easy.”

“Th… that’s th-the point…” Salvatore mumbles, though seemingly more to himself than anyone else.

“Really? And why is that?” Nadine asks curiously, clearly having heard the older man’s muttering.

“I-if… if you k-knew me… you’d know… th-the answer to that q-question” Salvatore replies sadly, fresh tears beginning to prickle along his lower lid, threatening to spill over as the depressing reality of his meaningless existence makes itself more than obvious.

He was a filthy monster who deserved to spend the rest of his life alone and miserable, because why would something as unholy as him ever be worthy of anything else?

“Oh, now I don’t think that’s true at all. After all, I’d like to think I know you pretty well, and I still want to see what you look like” Nadine counters, her words shocking Salvatore beyond belief.

She… knew him? How? When? In what ways? What?

The only other time they’ve ever interacted was back in Mother Miranda’s laboratory. While the hooded man supposed his gifts could be aiding in Nadine’s surprisingly positive impression of him, he hesitated to call receiving a dress and a necklace from a random stranger “knowing” someone. How on earth could she say she knew him when, for all intents and purposes, they’ve only just met?

“B-b-but… h-how… how d-do you k-know… m-me? Y-you have… t-trouble… seeing… d-dont you? D-did… did y-you see me… b-back in the l-lab?” Salvatore asks, tears belonging to an unspecified emotion once again beginning to fall as a hand moves to gently grasp at the bones lining the top of his hood.

“Unfortunately no, I wasn’t able to get a good look at you before, hence why I was trying so hard to catch a glimpse of you earlier. You are, however, right in the assumption about my eyesight. I have severely impaired vision, yes, but it's manageable with a strong enough prescription; not that I see myself getting to an eye doctor anytime soon for a new pair of contacts. But even without my contact lenses, I can still make out general movements, as well as general shapes and colors, pretty easily from far away, it's just fine details from a distance and darkness that give me the most trouble. My vision is actually perfectly normal so long as whatever I’m looking at is within a few feet of me. If I looked down right now, I’d probably be able to see your face normally. Do you hide your face away from everyone around here?” the young woman asks curiously, gently pulling the dark fabric of the hood back, slowly revealing Salvatore’s face to the dim light of the room, even as her gaze remained locked on the wall behind them.

“N-not… e-everyone… th-there’s a f-few… who… who I sh-show my f-face to… regularly” Salvatore chokes.

Really?” Nadine asks, “like who?”

“M-my… siblings.”

“Oh, so you’re not the only one around here then? Are your siblings here in the reservoir?”

“N-no… th-they live… in o-other places… of th-their own… a-around the v-village.”

“Wow, so there is more of this place to explore, then!” Nadine states excitedly. “I’d love to get out and see more of the area for myself at some point, though I doubt that’s very wise given the amount of howling I’ve heard the past few nights and the fact I don’t know my way around this area... though, even if I did, that memory is probably long gone along with the fucking rest of them… not that I would have wanted to hold onto them anyways, I don’t think.”

Salvatore’s attention is caught by the last bit of Nadine’s statement, confusion filling him over what the younger woman could possibly mean by what she’d just said. “‘G-gone along w-with the rest o-of them?’... W-what… d-does that… what d-do you m-mean?”

Nadine remains silent for a moment as she continues to absentmindedly stroke the side of Salvatore’s head, the hooded man unable to tell what she could possibly be feeling right now without risking exposing his face to her.

Thankfully, Nadine resumes speaking before Salvatore loses patience and gets too risky. “My memory of the life I had before waking up in that damn pod is foggy at absolute best, but I don’t need my memories to know that I wasn’t very happy with my previous life and that I was actively trying to get away from it somehow. What exactly was I even running from and where was I going? Who knows, and frankly I don’t care to relearn it either. I do think it's quite funny that you were talking about me needing to go somewhere else because this place isn’t good enough for me though, because honestly, even if I could somehow get the hell out of here, it's not like I’d have anywhere else to go. Getting away from the shitty life I had before is probably how I ended up here to begin with, though if I’d known this was how things would end up I might have reconsidered throwing it all away so suddenly.”

Had it not been for Mother Miranda being there for him throughout the years, Salvatore would probably think much the same way as Nadine about the whole situation, but having Mother meant he always had a purpose and a goal to work towards, so it didn’t matter that Salvatore couldn’t return to his old life. What shocked the deformed man the most however, was the fact that Nadine appeared to not only already accept the fact that she couldn’t go back to her former life, but seemed to actively be searching for something, anything new to try and fill the void that had been left behind by the life she’d, more or less, willingly gave away to come up here.

Could… could this mean…?

“Thankfully my ability to make new memories doesn’t seem to have been fucked up at all, which I’m quite happy about since I'll be needing to make a lot to fill in the empty spaces in my brain. We met for the first time in the underground laboratory I was being kept in, though I suppose it was less ‘meeting’ and more ‘seeing’ for the first time, but… still. I don’t know why you were there, or who was with you at the time, but I remember waking up just before you were about to leave. There were a couple others who’d come, before you, to look at me and a couple others for some reason, but you were the one who stuck out the most, to me. You were… special!”

Shock and dumbfounded awe nearly choke the life right out of Salvatore. He could barely comprehend a single word the young woman was saying to him, yet he clung to every heavenly syllable she uttered like they were the foundations of the word of god itself. The pain and agony he normally felt due to his cadou mutations momentarily paused, slowly weaning from its usual constant thrum to a dull numbness that felt surprisingly euphoric in all it’s nothingness.

“S-special? Me?” Salvatore breathed, almost unable to believe the words, even as Nadine hummed in affirmation of their truth. “B-but… how…?”

The giddy chuckle Salvatore’s mundane question pulled from Nadine shook the deformed man to his very core. Her girlish laughter rattles violently around inside the deformed man’s head, playing the sweet, holy tune over and over again, like a broken record that Salvatore would happily go insane listening to for the rest of eternity if he could.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’d have assumed you knew exactly what you were doing with how sweetly you talked back there, why it's almost criminal how suavely you stroked and tugged at the strings of my delicate heart. All the others were so rude, boring, and/or annoying that I thought I might die if I ended up stuck with one of them, but then you came in and swept me right off my feet. It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt before and immediately told me that you weren’t like all the others, you were a kind man and if I ever ran into you I could tell I’d be able to trust you…” Nadine trails off for a moment. “When I learned that we were being moved out of containment and onto our “permanent homes”, I hoped and prayed that I’d be lucky enough to end up wherever you were, but I didn’t want to get too excited until I found out for certain.”

“Th-then how did y-you know… it-it was me?”

“How could I possibly not? You set yourself apart from all the others right out of the gate. I'm honestly shocked you don’t remember it yourself. But there's not a single doubt in my mind that I know exactly who you are… er- well, I suppose a more appropriate way of putting that would be “I know exactly who you are to me”, not that what other people say or think has ever really been something I’ve taken with more than a grain of salt” Nadine giggle beautifully, smiling kindly as she cradled Salvatore’s hoodless, tear soaked face against her, like he were the most precious thing she’d ever laid eyes upon and wanted to hold and protect him until the end of time.

Unable to look away any longer, Salvatore allows his head to rise from his knees until it settles upon the face of the woman currently cradling him in her arms. Her gaze remained turned away from Salvatore for a moment, though for some reason the hooded man had a feeling that it was more out of respect for him and his boundaries than a lack of desire to see his face.

What a strange thing, to be treated with more kindness, love, and respect from a complete stranger than from the majority of people you interact with.

Salvatore wanted to cry when Nadine’s golden eyes finally lowered to him, her face slowly shifting downwards until their noses were little more than an inch apart from one another, though whether his tears were from agony or ecstasy, even he couldn’t properly tell at the present moment. Only one question was on his mind and the deformed man would stop at nothing until he got an answer for it.

“W-who… who am I-I… t-to y-you?” Salvatore asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he forces himself to stare directly into the endless pool of honey yellow swirling around in her irises, wanting-no… needing to know, to see with his own two eyes, what exactly he was to this woman, and whether that answer would spell endless disaster for him and his deep seeded desires, or be the key that unlocks a world of possibilities almost as endless as the spheres of gold that Salvatore finds himself unable, or rather unwilling, to tear his gaze from, lest this be the first, and last time he ever be blessed enough to see them from this close.

A long moment of silence passes as Nadine returns Salvatores gaze, the fondness of her expression only growing as she lowers her forehead to rest against his, a soft, almost breathlessly enamored expression that he’d only seen on black and white screens cast toward men eons more pleasant to look at than he was, slowly spread across her perfect face as she finally answers Salvatore’s question.

“You’re the lovely man who held my hand!”

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Ooooh whats Rowan's lore? *grabs popcorn*

ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUPS

Gonna leave it after the cut (if I remember how to do the cut right on mobile lol) so I don't clog up feeds

So Rowan started out as a human. Her family was okay financially, probably lower middle class. Not rich enough to be truly comfortable, but not in a whole lot of danger debt-wise. She had a mother, a father, an older sister named Magnolia (Nolia for short) and a little brother named Cedar (lol do you see a naming pattern here I'm so creative). Her parents were... Okay. They weren't abusive or anything, but they weren't exactly doting. They didn't really have the time to be doting, since they both worked all the time. The siblings all got along really well, though, the type of siblings that stuck together initially because they lacked that true family relationship but slowly morphed into ride or die siblings.

So one day, little 14-year-old Rowan (Nolia was 16, soon to be 17, and Cedar was 10) gets home from school, pretty average, normal day.

She's sitting at the table doing her hw when someone knocks at the door and her parents (it was kind of weird, they were never home at this hour) rush to open it. There stands a man in a lab coat, holding an envelope. Rowan hated him instantly. Something about him seemed wrong.

He talked to her parents for a bit, and her parents asked her to go get Nolia and Cedar with some urgency in their voices. And.... If she was right in placing that tone.... Guilty excitement...?

She got her siblings and they came downstairs.

Turns out her parents had been closer to debt than she realized. So to get some more money and.... Relieve some financial burdens, they sold their kids to a group of scientists needing victi----research participants.

Of course there was a struggle, Nolia stepping up to try and defend her siblings, screaming at her parents, Rowan holding Cedar close while silent tears poured down both their faces.

But the scientist was prepared, and before anyone could react, three men appeared with rags, holding them over the kids' mouths.

She woke up in an empty white room.

Well... If you could call it white. It was more of a dinghy, hardly cleaned beige. These men were not with the government, she could immediately tell that.

Gonna sum up this part bc it involves torture but basically the scientists were experimenting to see if they could turn a human into a monster. They found only Rowan's soul was compatible. They used her siblings to keep her under control..... Only they had dumped Nolia and Cedar on the streets weeks ago. They simply reused footage to "prove" to Rowan they were still there.

They almost succeeded in their experiment. They forced so much magic into her soul that it started to flip.... But it was too much and Rowan flatlined. They dumped her body in the woods, only disappointed that they came so close.

A couple months passed. Her body decayed until only her skeleton remained. The decaying process was helped along by all the magic, which seemed to have concentrated in her bones, morphing them slowly until they were all connected.

She woke up.

She spent several years on the streets. She begged, she stole, and... She drank. Or at least she tried to. (She was allowed into bars because people thought she was a monster, and she wasn't wearing stripes, so that must mean she was an adult.) She quickly discovered that her alcohol tolerance was *legendary*. She drank bars dry having drinking contests with people (that's how she paid for all her drinks) but felt no different than before. Eventually someone dared her to try Everclear, and though she grimaced at the taste, she drank the entire bottle.

The bar was silent.

The taste eventually grew on her, a kind of self-inflicted punishment that soon became a routine, almost a comfort.

Now a good chunk of the next part has to do with my friend's sonas which I'm not going to talk about because they're not my characters, but suffice it to say they were amazing friends to her and helped her recover and get on her feet.

One such friend discovered her sleeping by Grillby's dumpster, and Grillby let her stay the night on his couch, setting up a job at Muffet's for her the next day. She and Muffet became really close friends and finally she started to have a more stable life. (She finds and dates Underlust Sans but that's another story lol which I would be happy to share in another ask~ but y'all these two are so cute plz)

So someone suggests she go see a therapist. Goodness knows she's got some trauma. So she agrees. The name of her therapist seems..... Eerily familiar but she decides to ignore her gut and go anyway. She walks into the therapist's office and---

And sees her mother sitting there, looking professional and well-rested and happy.

She runs.

Yeah so suffice it to say she isn't gonna trust therapy again for a bit lol, and it takes her even LONGER (and some good therapy sessions) to accept the fact that her mother was clearly better off without her and her siblings.

Yeah ya girl has a lot of issues, especially abandonment <3 she is very much a people pleaser and WILL put your needs high above her own. Anything to make you want to stay. Anything to make her feel needed or wanted.

So she's hanging out at Grillby's one day (he and his bartender like to try out different mixes on her, try to see if they can get her to make a face at a cocktail) when a huge party comes in. Rowan automatically shrinks a bit from discomfort because of the big crowd, and she continues her game with Grillby and the bartender (the bartender is my friend's sona that's why I'm not naming them lol). Then she hears something that makes her freeze mid-sip.

"Let's hear it for Magnolia!!!! The first of us to get tied down!" Followed by raucous laugh....ter...

She recognizes that laugh.

She flees the bar, with no explanation to anyone. She catches a glimpse of Nolia, with Cedar by her side, and both of their eyes squint slightly in confusion as she passes by them.

She makes it outside, looking around for where to go, unable to think in her panicked confusion when---

"R......Rowan?"

She goes ramrod straight and slowly turns, hands balled into fists to hide the violent shaking. Nolia bursts into tears, Cedar immediately clinging to her stiff form, his shoulders shaking as bad as her hands.

They.... Recognized her. They.........

Were *happy* to see her.

Slowly she hugged them back and they got to catching up. (So yeah if it wasn't clear Nolia was getting married, they both had survived on the streets together until Nolia was old enough to get a job).

Also something I forgot to mention lol is Rowan had found 2 kittens behind Muffet's, an older girl kitten fiercely protecting a little boy kitten. They immediately latched onto her after she made it clear she wasn't a threat, and she decided to name them after her siblings.

Also things worth noting, she smells like apples, she has magical red translucent hair, her soul wavers from more upside down like a monster's to more upright like a human's, she loves to bake, she is like the DEFINITION of cottagecore, she has magical tattoos on her face that change around to look like the Day of the Dead skulls (the colors get brighter or darker with her moods), and she drinks 2 bottle of everclear every time she goes to Grillby's. The paramedics in the area quickly become used to people calling the ambulance when she drinks (seriously look up everclear it's basically pure alcohol). She eventually stops drinking (not that it was *really* harming her since she had that alcohol tolerance and a body made primarily of magic at this point (plus alcohol isn't really gonna hurt her, she doesn't have kidneys lol) but she wanted to stop anyway. She loves to paint and teaches one of her friends to paint, tending to her friend's garden while her friend paints. She also loves to cook and bake, she eventually helps out with baking at Muffet's, though she refuses to bake the spiders into the pastries. Her scones are things of legend, they sell out as soon as she brings the tray out of the kitchen.

Yeah that was a lot lol and there's little things here and there that I missed so feel free to send in questions about her if you want to know anything! Or if you want to know how Rowan and UL Sans got together (spoiler: they eventually get married and it's so cute)

#ask #anon #oc time babyyyy #Rowan #Rowan beloved #also thank you guys so much for asking about her #I adore her so much and don't get the chance often to share her lore

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