#this scenario refused to leave my brain so i had to write it

[itskindnessinfinite]

A little something I wrote because there’s no way I believe that Eddie doesn’t remember Buck during the shooting. Takes place during some nebulous time post 6x12. buddie. 1468 words.

It’s another evening in Eddie’s house. They’re both standing in Eddie's kitchen with a beer each. It’s been quiet for several minutes and usually Buck wouldn’t mind being together in silence with Eddie. Most times he would even welcome it. But there’s a weird atmosphere surrounding them that almost makes Buck’s skin itch.

Before he can think about it too much, Buck quickly takes the final gulp of beer as he shoots Eddie a quick glance above the rim. Eddie’s looking down on the ground, playing slowly with the bottle in his hands. There’s a small frown between his eyebrows. If Buck didn’t know him better he’d say that Eddie looks nervous.

“You okay?” Buck lowers the bottle and lets it rest against his thigh.

“Huh?” Eddie’s eyes are bigger than normal when he finally looks at Buck, surprised. A second later he huffs what could only be described as an almost laugh before he finishes his own beer and returns his gaze to a spot somewhere next to the table legs. Buck’s eyes don't leave Eddie. He feels a small feeling of… something start to unfurl in his gut. He doesn’t really know what to make of it but soon his mouth is dry and he really wishes he hadn’t finished his beer yet.

“You can talk to me,” Buck tries to encourage him but Eddie just nods, still staring down at the floor. His hands are slowly clenching and unclenching around the bottle.

Suddenly Buck is hit with the thought that Eddie still hasn’t touched him since the lightning strike. Sure, maybe a small touch of hands when Eddie handed him a beer but nothing else. No hug or reassuring hand on his shoulder. No small bump against his arm to check in on him between calls. Why did that change between them and how did Buck not realize it until now? A nasty stone starts to grow in his chest at the thought.

“Eddie,” Buck turns his body slightly more towards Eddie. He can feel a frown between his eyebrows. Eddie finally sighs as he turns his gaze to Buck. For a moment it seems like he’s about to say something but he bites his lip. Buck’s pretty sure he must have a will of steel to not let his gaze wander down from Eddie’s eyes.

“How’s the dating going?” Eddie finally asks. That’s not where he thought this conversation was going.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Buck answers. The bewilderment must be all over his face because he can see a small twitch of amusement on Eddie’s lips as he looks at Buck. But that’s the only reaction he gets. Eddie continues to look at him. He’s clearly still expecting an answer.

“It’s… not really going anywhere,” Buck relents at last, looking away for a moment. This would be a perfect moment for him to say that the one he wants is right in front of him. But he can’t. He won’t risk his friendship with Eddie like that. 

Eddie hums. There’s a thoughtful glint to his eyes this time and Buck really wishes he could understand what he’s thinking about. Buck is usually the one who can see beyond the shield that Eddie puts up but this time the shield is thicker than he’s used to and it’s almost driving him crazy.

“I lied,” Eddie admits finally and then amends, “well maybe not lied, but I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

“About what?” Buck cocks his head to the right, trying to keep up with where the conversation is going.

“The shooting,” Eddie looks at him and Buck feels his throat close up when he thinks back to that day as he shifts slightly where he’s standing. He waits for Eddie to continue.

“I remember,” Eddie starts. His gaze seems to have landed somewhere just above Buck’s shoulder but the slight glaze to his eyes tells Buck that he’s not entirely present. 

“I remember you. I remember you being the last thing I saw before everything went dark. I remember being at peace knowing that your face would be the last thing I would see before I died,” Eddie stops there for a second and Buck’s not entirely sure what he’s listening to but before he has enough time to dwell on it Eddie continues, “but I also remember that my biggest regret was not being able to tell you how I truly feel... about you.” 

Buck can feel his eyes grow big as saucers and he almost drops the bottle in his hand because he’s pretty sure his ears must be malfunctioning. There’s no way he just heard Eddie say what he thought he did.

“What?” Buck shakes his head to try to make sense of the scrambled thoughts in his head. When he once again focuses on Eddie there’s a sad kind of acceptance in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t expect you to feel the same,” Eddie looks away but Buck has barely even begun to process Eddie’s previous confession. A smile starts to tug at the edges of his lips but he quickly suppresses it. Eddie might not be telling him what he has wanted to hear for... he doesn’t even know how long.

“What?” seems to be the only coherent way for Buck to express himself.

“Sorry, I just–,”

“Eddie, stop,” Buck finally gets out as he puts the bottle on the counter behind him to try to give himself some time to gather his jumbled thoughts. Eddie freezes and the resigned slump to his frame makes Buck want to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

“What do you mean?” there’s an almost frantic way to his voice as he stares at Eddie. Eddie is quiet for a few seconds, just staring at Buck, but then a small spark of hope lights up in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you,” Eddie breathes out and this time Buck doesn’t bother hiding the smile on his face, not that he could if he wanted to. He tries to say something, to reciprocate, but the only thing he’s able to do is nod. 

“You–?” Eddie barely gets the word out before he stops and then a smile is adorning his lips. A smile that makes Buck weak at the knees.

Before he knows it Eddie takes two big steps and then there’s just a few inches between their bodies. The counter digs into his hips and the beer bottle that used to be in Eddie’s hand is nowhere to be seen but Buck doesn’t care about that right now. The only thing he cares about is Eddie. The look in Eddie’s eyes. As if he’s trying to determine if Buck’s really implying what he wants Buck to imply.

“Can I…?” Eddie whispers as he slowly, reverently, raises his hands and lets them hover just an inch over Buck’s face. So close to touching but not quite there. Yet. Buck can only nod, his dry throat making it impossible to speak. The moment Eddie’s hands cups his face Buck leans into his touch and closes his eyes. He lets himself feel Eddie. Feels that despite him having just been holding a cold beer bottle, Eddie’s hands are warm and soft. There’s a small tremor that goes through Eddie’s hands and straight into Buck’s soul.

Eddie takes a small step closer, their noses now barely touching as they breathe each other’s air. A second later they’re kissing. He doesn’t know who initiated it, just that it happened and then Buck finds that his own hands are now wrapped around Eddie’s waist lazily.

The first kiss is slow, almost hesitant. Buck feels Eddie’s thumb caressing his cheek. Then Eddie pushes him even closer into the counter and a leg is all of a sudden between his thighs. Buck’s hands travel upward before they stop and carefully dig into Eddie’s shoulder blades. Buck opens his mouth and immediately feels Eddie’s tongue dart inside. He almost groans at the feeling.

He doesn’t know how long it lasts but eventually they have to lean back. Though Buck still keeps his forehead pressed against Eddie’s. Now that they’re touching each other again, Buck never wants to stop.

“I’m in love with you too,” Buck whispers and Eddie lets out a breathless laugh before he gives Buck a soft smile. A smile that reaches his eyes and lights up his entire face. Buck never wants to live in a world without that smile.

Eddie then tugs him into a hug and Buck quickly wraps his arms around Eddie’s back as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck. Buck takes a deep breath before he tightens his hold on Eddie. Eddie, who is his safe space. His home. And now he always will be.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #el writes #this scenario refused to leave my brain so i had to write it #writing is not something i do that often so i'm sorry if this sucks #i'm absolutely terrified to post this so please be nice 😅 #i'm sure someone else has already written this and written it better but idk i still wanna share this #also this is my first 911 fic so i'm sorry if it ooc #fic recs #911 abc

[ma3mae]

Hello!! I hope you are doing well, wanted to say I love your work !!

Can I request how the BSD boys (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Chuuya, Fukuzawa etc) would react to gf!fem!reader saying “I am just a hole” after they did something attractive? Something fun and suggestive ehehe~

No brain, just horny!

Summary: No one cared about you being down bad for you bfs since everything's mutual, right? (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa)

Genre: fluff, maybe crack, def suggestive themes, maybe a tiny tiny bit of smut. Who knows 💀

Warnings: yall gonna be horny after this 🤓

A/N: was kinda difficult to think of fitting scenarios but i had fun writing this!! Also thank you for loving my work, anonnnn 💕💕💕💕

Part 2

Dazai Osamu

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAAAAAAT 💀💀💀💀

HES HORNY 24/7, DONT EXPECT HIM TO HOLD BACK LMAOO 💀💀😭😭

okay okay so lets say yall are at the ADA office

hes done with annoying the shit ouf of kuni and now hes just sitting on the couch, literally bored out of his mind

Kuni tells u to tell "that dumbass idiot of a boyfriend��" to finally get back to work so u go up to him

u know that scene where he leans his head back onto the grave and slowly tilts it back down and opens his eyes while having that soft smile on his face? oda's only purpose was him dying so we'd get that scene, crying fr 😭😭😭

Yeah hes doing exactly THAT as he notices your presence infront of him, flashing you a smile and only for it to spread even further as he notices your dazed face 💀

"Oh, bella? Too lovestruck to talk to me, I see. Can't help it that I'm just so hands-"

"I'm nothing but a hole for you"

I DONT KNOW HOW SOMEONE COULD EVEN SAY THAT 😭😭 THATS SUCH A WEIRD THING TO SAY AND SO DUMB BUT NO ONE CARES 🥲🥲🥲

AND HIS HORNY ASS DOESNT GIVE TWO SHITS EITHER 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

his eyes are fking bulging as he hears you say that infront of him

ACTUALLY shocked that you had the guts to legit say that outloud and luckily no one rly heard that except him he wouldnt mind if the whole ass office wouldve heard that, we KNOW 💀

you manage to get a good laugh out of him before he just shoots you that god awful handsome smirk before he suddenly stands up

Towering over you, he leans in and whispers "Never thought you'd be so dirty to say stuff like that during working hours. Not that I'm complaining! I'm glad to have such a strong effect on you, bella~" got me blushing fr😳😳😳

Its too late to realise what you've just said. Your fate has been sealed.

OFF TO HORNY JAIL YALL GO 💀💀🗣️

no jk but nah nah he wont stop there

Youve awakened the fking horny beast in him and how could he refuse his love offering herself so blatantly while your coworkers were literally in the same room?? 🤩😋

He just takes your hand as he proceeds to leave the office

Kuni just yells "Oi, where the hell do you think you're going?! Only told you to tell him to work! Not join his stupid shenanigans!! 😡😡"

YOU KNOW that ur bf just turns around and shoots him that annoying ass smirk, only to say

"But Kunikida, we are off to work actually! Nothing you'd be able to do anyway. Tell me when you've found something interesting in all that paper work of yours! Can tell you that our job will definitely be more fun than that~ 😁😁"

You can only give poor kuni a sheepish smile as atsushi just deadpans at the both of you, muttering a "good luck 😐" towards you as your bf just drags you to his car because your job's gonna be too loud to do at the ada and going home wont be an option since dazai's not patient in that sense 💀💀💀

Already sending prayers to you for having to go back to "work" while being sore af and dazai looking like he got out of a 10 day wellness vacation 😭🥲🥲

dazai's actually gonna spare our poor kuni by kinda doing some paper work but our man will be forever traumatised bc hes not oblivious 🗣️

Especially after seeing your neck littered with hickeys 😭😭 u cant hide them, youve got a damn mosquito as a bf 💀

kuni just tosses a bottle of water your way without looking at u bc he thinks its not modest to shamelessly look at them 😤 I LOVE U KUNI

"thanks, i guess" is all you'll hear from him bc at the end, you DID get dazai to work but at what cost 😭

Kunikida Doppo

Flabbergasted. Shocked. Disappointed. Shamefully not too hard to turn on. 💀

His first reaction is gonna be like u just told ur mom u forgot to do the laundry 😭

DEF gonna scold your ass off for saying such things in such an inappropiate setting

its not your fault hes being so hot during work 😤😤😤😤

Tell him off for being so handsome!! 🤩

Wont stop his scolding but u cant take him serious when hes fumbling over his words

Still manages to thank you for ur compliment even though its embarassing af 😭 no way would he refuse such kind words from his love 😋

So anyway it could go two ways with him

The first would be if yall wouldnt be alone at the ADA

You go up to him to ask him about a report you need help with

Ive never seen kuni tie his hair up but... imagine catching him doing that...

With the hair tie in his mouth as he pulls his hair back and like...

It makes u think of the times you'd yank it back during yk what 🤭

So he notices you gape at him and is all like "🤨 are you alright?"

Cue to you just uttering "Damn, kuni. You only gotta ask. Am just a hole for you anyway" out of nowhere

LMAO you can just hear dazai cackling from the couch as your bf just looks at you like 😳 with his mouth agape and everything

Dazai just walks up to you to pat your shoulder

"Kunikida, you've got quite the daring girlfriend!" "SHUT YOUR ANNOYING MOUTH UP"

kuni just quickly ties his hair back and BROO he nearly feels so violated and exposed 😭😭😭😭

Why would u do this to him AT WORK 😭

Ngl u and dazai prob team up to annoy him to death like hes just so fun to TEASE 😤

Anyway he just tells you to get back to work and when u tell him you need some help, he begrudgingly does it bc its important but you can still his hands shake a bit and his face is red as he tries to give you advice on ur work skskksks 💀

Be ready to get scolded for HOURS when yall are on ur way home 🤓

But dw u know how to shut his beautiful mouth up 🤭😋

But if you do the whole thing while yall are alone at work bc kuni decided to stay a bit longer then THATS a different story

Lets say he does the same thing again as above ^ and u say the same thing

He'll def turn a bit red and tell you that you cant say stuff like that during work!

"But kuni, we're alone and no ones gonna come back anyway. It's nearly 8pm after all."

The sun's setting and the only light that softly illuminates the room and it just steals ur fking breath bc 😭 hes so gorgeous with his hair open 😭😭😭

But u can still see his gaze on u, making ur knees weak bc BROO

horny jail for kuni too????? 💀💀💀

jk but he'll clear his throat and just say "a work place is still a work place so i cant let this inappropiate behavior just go like that..."

You're like standing infront of him and he grabs you by your waist, softly kneading it as he tells u to sit on his lap 😭

"Will teach that mouth of yours how to behave. Maybe after this you'll be a bit more tame. Think that idiot has been a bad influence on you like he has with everyone but don't worry. I'll be sure to teach you everything again."

I'll let you imagine the rest here 🤭🤭

Edogawa Ranpo

man just wants to eat his candy in peace, get ur horny ass away from him 🤨🤨🤨🤨

u thought dazai's a whole bitch???? Nah nah this is a MAN CHILD right here

This man wont give u what u want, nah he'll let u suffer alone LOL 💀💀

if this happens at work then 🤷 honestly depends on what mood he is i think

its a hot day in yokohama and the air conditioning is not rly helping yall

so u kinda wanna go grab some ice cream during ur break and u dont need to think twice about asking ur bf to go with u

fr he'll be SO annoying if u dont take him with u 💀 but dw he obviously knows why u r approaching him rn 🤩

but he takes a while to catch on why u just stopped and looked like a fish rn like a combo of this :0 and 😳

he just goes "🤨"

"Damn, the bathroom's close. 'am just a hole for you anyway so let's go" u legit go 😨 after realising what u just said

How no one hears that, idk but this hoe DEF heard u well

U r even more scared bc he just sits there and doesnt react but oops

only needs some sec before he opens his eyes and smirks at u 🤭

"Eh~ You've got guts, Y/N. Saying naughty stuff like that during work hours. Not that I mind though. Just shows how smitten you are by the World's Greatest Detective~"

"N-"

He just waves a finger at u like you're a lil kid getting scolded rn 💀

"Ah ah ah, don't try to refute that fact. Can't blame you for your reaction after all. It's still funny to me that all it took was me losening my tie, gliding a hand through my hair and open up a button of my shirt. ~ "

He just gets up and gives you a peck on your cheek before walking ahead

"I still want that ice ream though! If it's good then I'll give tending to your needs a thought!" 💀 THIS BITCH

but dw he'll make sure to show u how smitten he is after that bc ur mouth just tastes better after some sweet ice cream, right 🤓??

but u know whats the best combo with saying that sentence?

a jealous ranpo 🤩

like ok quick scenario

lets move this outside of work, ok?

So yall are walking around and some random dude decides to hit on u and hello 🤨cant he see that u r legit holding hands with the world's greatest detective??

u kindly tell the man to fuck off but nah hes not letting u chill

wraps protectively his arm around ur waist, clearly showing him that YOU. ARE. TAKEN.

"with that scrawny lookin dude???" bro hes got a death sentence 💀

time for ur bf to show him his skills 🤭 which means threatening him to expose everything about him

immediately tells him where he lives, what he does for a living, where he likes to shop, where his parents live. E. V. E. R. Y. T. H. I. N. G

he just smirks and puffs his chest slightly out as that dude just fking runs off bc id be terrified too 😨

He deserves it tho ✋

"What a fool! Thinking he could challenge ME?! The greatest detective to ever live! See how terrified he was!" hes fking cackling before stopping as he sees ur face

brothers and sisters, we are LOVESTRUCK

and that hoe cann see that right away 💀

"Thank you..." like should we say how hot that was???? maybe 😳😳???

"And?" AH obviously he got us 😭

but we too embarassed to say smth but NICE, theres a nearby alley so u know where hes dragging us 🤩

Pressed up against the wall and hes just centimeters away from u as he asks again

"That wasn't everything you wanted to say, right~? Of course you find me" hot" but just wanna hear it from you, love."

"FUCK, am just a hole for u" 💀😳

goes wide eyed for a sec before chuckling and saying "Well, that wasn't what I wanted to hear but I'll let it count!"

His eyes travel down your neck before finally saying "Hm, I've got an idea in how to make everyone know that you're taken. I deserve a little treat after having saved you, no?" 🤭🤭🤭 got me blushing fr

Anyway problem solved, no one made moves onto u after that and it might turn into a habit before yall go out for the next times 🗣️

But no one's complaining hihi 🤭🤭😳

Fukuzawa Yukichi

oh god where do i even begin 💀

i gotta hold myself back from getting off topic when it comes to HIM 😭

honestly this man has seen and experienced so many things, u gotta do a lot to catch THIS man off guard 💀💀

bro he had to deal with mori's ass in his 20's for too long and STILL deals with it till this day 😐😐😐😐😐

not to mention the agency is like his fking orphanage at this point 😐

Already enough that his first child is still a child with his thirty years of living on this damn planet 🤓

lets say u work at the ADA as well and now yall r holding a meeting to go over some details for a random mission

Idk if its just me but... the way he sits there and is leading that whole shit, telling em what to do and how they could handle it the best way, while encouraging everyone to work hard n stuff... idk....

Its just so HOT 😳😳😳🤭

like hes so charismatic, fuck dazai, yall cant compare ANYONE to this man 😭😭😭😭😭😭 no wonder everyone follows him, id lick his shoes too 😭😭 HORNY JAIL FOR ME?????

anyway he dismisses everyone and the both of you are the last ones to be in the room bc u r just sitting at the table and staring at him like 😳

Dw my girl, hes been noticing the way you've been looking at him the whole time

"Is everything alright, my love? You've been staring at me for quite a while now."

"N-No its nothing 😳"

nah no need to hold back bc we know our knees r gonna buckle the second he takes ur hand

AND HE DOES 🤩🤩

his eyes slightly crinkle at the end as you can see amusement dance in them

"I know that look when something's on your mind. I'll respect your decision to not tell me but I'd like to know what it is."

honestly your red face is already proof enough whats on ur mind but how can u hide it when hes just looking at you with such an intense gaze UGH I LOVE THIS MAAAAAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"W-Well the way you just handle everything with ease even though its a lot of pressure and i dont know...it's just really admirable but also hot when you tell them what to do. wouldnt mind you doing that in the bedroom too, you know. id be a hole for u anytime like this... "

u tryna mumble that shit out of embarassement but he clearly heard you 💀

And he does go wide eyed out of surprise because DAMN thats still pretty straightforward and was kinda the last thing he'd thought you'd say but honestly... he doesnt mind it 💀

in facr hes liking it a bit too much for himself 💀💀 but who is he to complain? Especially when his lover is being so honest with him?

" So you want me to be a bit more authoritative in the bedroom? I-It might be a bit awkward for me to do so but if it's something you desire then we'll gladly try it out together. We should be done with the mission around the evening but if not then..."

you feel his hands gently cup your face as he presses his lips against yours before pulling a bit too soon for your liking

"Then I hope this will suffice until then. I'll be sure to thank you for your patience after everything's over."

THE ONLY THIINNGG

THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO IS SAY YESSSS 🤩🤩😭😭😭😭😭

IDC IF IM NOT SPEAKING FOR EVERYONE BC

We WILL wait for him OKAY 💀💀✋✋✋

he just strokes your hair lovingly as you try to hide ur face bc hes just too blinding

anyway as the both of u get ready to leave, yall just hear quick shuffling behind yall bc OOPS

THE DOOR WAS OPEN 💀

THE KIDS DIDNT LEAVE LOL 💀💀 THEY HEARD EVERYTHING

"😳☺️🤭😏" u can choose which ADA member would make which face 💀💀💀

ngl u prob sometimes call them ur children and BRO

ranpo actually annoys u for some candy ngl 💀

u once punched dazai's gut bc yk he'd ask the stupid question like

"if you're our mom, would that make you a milf?"

send him back to the MAFIA trash can he came from 🤩🤩

jk but might write a oneshot about him even tho hes difficult to write 💀

will def do a part 2 of this bc it gives me an excuse to simp for these men 💀

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader

[jamil-s-wifey]

Howdy~! Loved your writing! Can I request a fluff/angst scenario in which Jamil Viper suddenly had a nightmare of hurting his fem! s/o during his Overblot and when he wakes up, he quickly rushes over to Ramshackle to check on her, make sure she’s okay? Please and thank you!

Hi, hello hun! Thank you very much, I'm glad my writing brings a smile to people's faces! I love writing comfort fics, so this is right up my alley! Every comfort twst fic has been consumed by yours truly! I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Dead bodies and mildly gruesome imagery. I kind of went overboard with the nightmare portion-

Drip drip drip

The only sound which could reach his ears was the incessant dripping of ink, covering the ground beneath his feet.

Slithering snakes obscured his peripheral vision, red hot rage filled his veins. The school was in shambles, in every corner there were bodies littering the ground - weakened and malnourished students, who lost their lives under his fanatic dictatorship.

He was the master, but the master of what? Of ruins, of a rotting building, of a dying student body, controlled against their will, of darkened cold nothingness hidden behind lavish feasts and glittering gold. And then there was you - his jewel in the rough, his biggest treasure, kneeling before him, eyes filled with hatred, fear... and exhaustion. You dared not look him in the eyes, but your downward gaze spoke volumes - the love of his life who refused to succumb to her master's wishes.

"Pitiful. You keep disobeying your master. Haven't I taught you manners?"

You refused to answer him, gaze never leaving the ground.

"My treasure, have I not given you everything?" His voice lowered threateningly. "Or perhaps you'd choose to follow in your classmate's footsteps. Perhaps it was foolish of me to believe you'd be anything different than those mindless slaves."

You didn't answer.

"Or perhaps they've contaminated your brain. That must be it, why else would you refuse so adamantly the life of a goddess. Oh, my love, we must cure you."

He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up. On instinct, you closed your eyes, refusing to catch his gaze.

"Smart little girl." He whispered in your ear. His snakes left painful bitemarks on your skin - covering older ones who'd begun to fade.

That's how it had been for a while - you'd lost track of time. He'd call upon you, lavish you in expensive jewellery, feeding you feasts made by the bloodied hands of your classmates, whisper sweet nothing in your ears. Then he'd get angry at your lack of response and throw you away, leaving you alone in your chambers.

Only this time, it was different.

"Perhaps I should turn to a more radical form of treatment?" His strong hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

Your breath became ragged, strained.

"You chose this. I am merely delivering."

You grasped his hand, trying to wiggle away, but it was useless. You felt the ink on his hand seep into your skin and clothes, contaminating your very being.

Your gaze slowly faltered, eyes closing, before he threw you on the ground.

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As the heavy thud reached his ears he opened his eyes, frantically looking around. He was in his room, it was the middle of the night. He was sweaty, breath ragged. He'd fallen off his bed and that's what woke him up. He searched around for any indication that indeed it was all just a nightmare. With trembling hands he pushed himself up to sit on his bed. His hair was a mess, his heart was beating so loud he felt it might burst through his chest. He felt sick to the stomach, a twisted feeling of guilt, despair and disgust eating at his very core.

His gaze turned to the framed picture on his bedside table. It was you two, on your visit to the Scalding Sands, your arms are wrapped around him and a cheerful smile graced your features.

Was that smile...even real? Or were you being controlled?

Without thinking, he grabbed his shoes and sprinted out of his room, dead set on seeing you, rules be damned.

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You were woken up by a hurried, frantic knocking on Ramshackle's front door. You slowly got up, cautiously making your way to the entrance. Even though you knew it couldn't be anybody threatening, besides you had the ghosts and Grim as back up, a little caution never hurt anybody.

What you didn't expect to see is your frazzled boyfriend, engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug the moment you opened the door.

"Whoah, Jamil. Are....are you okay?" You gently hugged him back, fingers gliding through his hair, untangling any knots he might have.

He didn't respond, instead pulling back to look you in the eyes. You looked at him dead in the eyes, no fear or disgust in your gaze whatsoever. All he saw was worry and perhaps curiosity. His eyes were glassy with untold emotions, gaze heavy with guilt.

"M-may I come in?" He inwardly cursed himself for stuttering.

"Of course, you can. Come in, come in." You grabbed his hand, leading him to your couch. "What happened? Here. I'll get you some water, did you sprint here?"

Before you could get up, he pulled you to him, hands gently cradling your face.

"Jamil, my love." You breathed out, reaching out to cup his face, "Did you perhaps have a nightmare?"

His guilt-ridden gaze moved to the floor. Somehow, only from you, he couldn't hide a single thing.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He wasn't sure what to answer. Now that he was with you and his head had cleared up, he realised how bizarre the situation was. Of course it was a nightmare.

But that didn't get rid of the weight on his heart.

"I... dreamed of my overblot. I saw... destruction everywhere. And I was hurting you. Constantly. And the fear in your eyes, it looked so real. I -" he sighed deeply. "You died... By my hands." He felt a lump forming in his throat.

"Oh, Jamil."

"And I know it's just a dream, I know but-" he couldn't keep talking. It all overwhelmed him so much.

"Jamil."

"S/O, I-"

"Jamil!"

He snapped out, turning to you.

"Jamil, I have never, ever, for a single moment, felt afraid or disgusted around you. Your overblot happened, we can't change that, but you didn't hurt me. You didn't then. And you haven't since. And I know very well, that you'd never intentionally hurt me in any way. I trust you and I feel safe around you."

He let out a shaky breath. "How do you know you're not being controlled even right now?" It was stupid of him to ask, but his mind wasn't letting him rest.

"Jamil, both you and I know you can't keep using your unique magic indefinitely. So far, every single thing I've done, I've done on my own accord."

"And you don't fear me..?"

You looked at him dead in the eyes, with the most unwavering, serious gaze you could muster.

"How could I fear the man I love?"

He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, which he poured all of his emotions into.

"I promise you, I won't let any harm come your way, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and content, and free." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Love, you sound like you're about to propose." You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

A small smile graced his features. "Perhaps in the future.", He thought to himself.

"How about we go back to bed, you are most certainly staying the night here, mister. I'll be right next to you when you wake up."

"I'm sorry for barging in at such an ungodly hour."

"Oh, shut up~. You know you're always welcome here, and besides, I'd always prefer to have you next to me when I sleep."

He didn't really understand what he did to deserve you, but you were his beacon of light and he swore to treasure you and keep you safe for as long as you let him.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x mc #twst imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland jamil #jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x mc #jamil viper x yuu #jamil viper x y/n #jamil angst #jamil fluff #jamil comfort #twst fluff #twst angst #twst comfort #disney twst #twst fanfic #twst headcanons #twst

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Emotions sequel to Lust

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "I will give you my soul and both kidneys for more Sebastian smut 🥲🙏🏻 The day he calls me a “good girl”, I can die peacefully 😂"

Word Count - 1,736

Warnings - 18 + smut, characters aged up, dark!Sebastian, angst, slightly non-consenual consent scenario

A/N - I can die peacefully 😂" okay i messed myself up writing this one 🔥🔥

Sebastian felt the guilt and anger building up now that he felt sober, there were battling it out in his gut. He felt guilty about his intentions behind the potion, but at the same time he still felt angry that that was what it took. Angry at himself for not being more forward and angry at you for the same.

Your legs were relaxed around him as he layed on top of you, you forced him to look at you, "What is it Sebastian?" Your voice was soft and tired.

He sucked in his bottom lip and had a hard time making eye contact, "The potion. I - I crafted it for you and got too wasted and drank it myself."

In your post-sex brain it took you a few moments to process what it was he had just said. You felt the wind get knocked out of you and you felt completely betrayed. You let him make you vulnerable and it was all basically a lie.

You sat up quickly, shoving him off of you and clutching the bed sheets to your chest, not caring that his cum was getting all over it.

"No, Y/N, wait," he grabbed your first as you attempted to get away, but he tugged you to keep you in place.

"I still - I still wanted this. I know you did too. Merlin, you come here every day and it's all I can do not to ravish you. You walk across town like that every morning for me." You could see the arousal returning to his face. He was all pupils and flushed cheeks.

You tore your arm from his grip and stood up with tears dampening your eyes, "Then why didn't you ever? Why use some stupid position, trying to take advantage like that? I am a person Sebastian. In case you haven't noticed I'm the only one you've had for a long time."

Your voice was bitter as you left the room to scavenge for a new set of clothing and clean up the mess that you were. You couldn't decide if you were mad, hurt, scared, or all of the above. The saddest part was it's not like you couldn't have guesses the whole thing was a setup on his part. And you just stupidly fell right for it.

You collected yourself in a hurry and rushed out back to where you lodged with Sirona. You didn't want to think about Sebastian or be near him or talk about any of it.

You woke up the next morning after having spent a long day battling with yourself over what had happened. At this point you honestly hoped things would shift back to the normal they had been, where he's just busy drinking and leaving you alone. If you were being honest, that probably started the second that you left and he wouldn't even remember what happened.

So, you decided to approach the day like normal. You did take a second look at the reflection of yourself in your mirror before stepping out though. He is still a man, not an animal, he had seen other women in his life in sleeping clothes and not acted like it was anything to blush at.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who asked, Sebastian had layed in his bed for the rest of the day without a drop of alcohol. He felt like he was losing his mind because he couldn't stop thinking about you. He felt like a 13 year old boy again, rubbing one out every hour as images of you flashed through his mind. But the images were certainly not as innocent as they used to be.

You seemed so upset with him, but you weren't complaining at all as he dragged you around the house, tearing through your clothes and ravaging your body. You weren't the innocent player you thought yourself to be and he refused to accept it.

You said to him that he should have made a move and just been up front from the start, so that's what he was going to do. He was going to unleash his deepest, darkest desires on you.

He slept restlessly that night with his new plan in mind unable to focus on anything else. He had never craved someone in the way he craved you and after having had a taste with you, he was ruined without you.

He knew Sirona always let you stay at her home she kept here and it wasn't hard to find. It was always possible to find out someone's business here if you wanted to.

He rose early in the morning, probably way earlier than he'd been awake in months if not years. He knew you always came to him just before the sun started coming up so that it would be light by the time you did make it.

Everything in Feldcroft was spread out and people liked their space. Sebastian's home was located on a reasonable little plot of land that offered privacy with the wild shrubbery and trees taking root wherever they pleased.

He decided that he would wait for you in a private spot at the front of the property. He had taken to cleaning himself up and putting on simple thin night clothes just so nobody found him wandering around indecent if they were snooping.

An old oak with a thick base was where he waited for you, it was just private enough for his dirty thoughts.

You were sleepy walking up to the familiar scene before you and that's how you got taken off guard. A hand came down over your mouth and you had no time to react before being carried off with someone pressed against your backside.

You felt the rough bark of the tree as Sebstian pressed you up against it, rubbing himself against your backside and talking low into your ear, "I told you you were begging for it coming over like that. This is what you wanted from me right?"

He bunched up the skirt of your gown and wasted no time dipping his hand between your thighs causing you to cry out in surprise.

"I see you didn't change anything. There's still nothing beneath here but a needy cunt," he used his fingers to spread your lips and your vagina open, betraying you with wetness, "see? You're much too empty, there's a leak we have to do something about."

He pulled his hand back to spit on it before not-so-delicately applying pressure to your clit. His other hand had remained clamped to your mouth so you hadn't had the chance to say a word, but he whispered to you as he removed it, "You're going to be a good girl for me and be quiet right? You don't need everyone to know you're letting the town disgrace fuck you."

Your breathing was heavy as he removed his hand you drew blood from your lip biting it and trying to stay quiet. He let you rest for just a moment while he used both hands to pull the dress over your head discarded it on the ground.

You whimpered when he continued his assault on your sensitive spot, being unable to deny how good it felt and how turned on you were. He placed kisses on the soft skin of your neck before he took a good look at your full exposed figure.

He inhaled sharply, "Fuck, everything about you is perfect. And you're all mine out here, so exposed and engulfed in the pleasure of it."

You felt a bit ashamed at how close you were to the brink of an orgasm, but couldn't stop yourself from begging quietly, "Sebsatian, please don't stop. Please - "

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder and everything felt like it was too much; the rough bark on the tree, the pleasurable pain of his bite, the white hot feeling bubbling over form his rough finger tips.

Sebastian pulled you into his body, away from the tree as he clamped a hand over your mouth to cover your cries of ecstasy. You fell apart on him whether you wanted to or not, eyes squeezed shut tightly while he holds you close enough to force you to feel his solid cock.

"That's right, just like that. So quick for me today, you understand the urgency since the sun's about to come up right? You can't let anyone see you like this."

He let go of you and you stumbled forward, catching yourself on the tree to find steady ground. Sebastian wasted no time pulling his pants down to start stroking his swollen cock, wrapping a hand around his balls and squeezing them.

"Would you prefer to my balls slapping against your ass with every thrust or do you want to look at me while I ruin you."

You sheepishly turned around to meet the wet sounds of him jerking off. His cock was red and swollen and you couldn't keep your eyes off of it every time he pulled towards himself and the head peaked out of his foreskin.

He approached you and squeeze your backside, indicating for you to jump so he could pick you up and fit impale you between himself and the tree.

You wrapped your legs around him and he kept his eyes glued to your face the whole time he rubbed himself across your entrance. He entered you slowly at first, shuddering at the sensation of how good you felt.

"I love you, Y/N," his words were low and husky before he crashed his lips into yours with desperation and started fucking you at a much more aggressive pace.

You could feel him stretching you out and his pelvis was bumping against your still sensitive clit with every buck of his hips. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you met his lips, tongue, and teeth mirroring his intense desire.

"F-fuck, Y/N,"

"Cum for me Sebastian, please," you whined, "finish making me yours,"

"I - I'm close - just for you. You're such a good girl, such a good little hole," with that he finished inside of you, fucking you until he couldn't catch his breath.

He rested his cheek against your shoulder as he continued to hold you up against him.

"That's what you wanted right? I told you I couldn't stand it anymore. So I took you."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc

[tree1138]

Astarion Contradictions and Breakups

Major spoilers for Astarion’s personal quest, The Dark Urge questline, and game endings. 

When I was trying out different paths for how Astarion reacts to the Dark Urge questline something that stood out to me was the wide difference in responses Astarion has, as well as the way he contradicts himself. This essay started as a way of trying to explain “why does Ascendant Astarion tell you to take over the world when he immediately becomes a thrall” from a Watsonian (in-universe explanation) vs a Doylist (out-of-universe explanation) and wound up being a focused on; why does Ascendant!Astarion react so differently to when you break up? 

There are 4 opportunities to break up with Ascendant!Astarion; 1) refuse to become his thrall immediately after the ritual you breakup and have a follow up conversation the next morning, 2) become his thrall and break up with him whenever before killing the Eldar brain, 3) break up with him on the dockside convo at the beginning of the ending, 4) in the last scene with him say you want to break up at which point he doesn’t let you: “You're mine remember? The tadpole is gone, which means your future is mine to decide. How lucky you are that I chose you as my consort. Chose you to help me take Baldur’s gate, then sit by my side as I rule it. There’s no backing out now - we’ll be together forever. I can promise you that…”.  

Comparing breakup conversations with Spawn!Astarion after killing Cazador, Ascendant!Astarion responds with so much more spitefulness and defensive anger across the board, even at Spawn!Astarions most angry (breaking up with him in the literal last conversation) it doesn't match the anger and cruelty in senario 1. To me it reads as him wanting to make the player character just as hurt and upset as he is after a very emotional day and the lines get really nasty:

He then won’t say anything but “why the hells are you bothering me now” until you do 3 long rests which stands out considering if you break up in any other non ending scenario he’ll talk to you pleasantly afterwards. 

That conversation days afterwards is really interesting where his “goal” is to get you to agree to be partners in crime together, and in doing so is the most honest he gets about how a romantic relationship would have been unhealthy:

In regards to love It's really interesting what Astarion will say about love during the conversation where he asks you to become his spawn:

If the pc expresses insecurity about being a spawn he’ll reassure them and say he loves them, in a way that deliberately parallels his Act 1 seduction conversation down to the way that he starts with a degrading pet-name “what can I do for my dearest pet” vs “here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed”.

Just like the seduction scene he wants the pc on his side and attached to him, but if you push back on him during this conversation its clear he no longer believes in love just power exchanges:

If the player stays together with Ascendant!Astarion a dialogue option is that he’s seem distant since the ritual, and he’ll imply it's due to his new powers but he does that looking to the up and right that others have mentioned he does when he lies. What makes more sense and is better character writings is the Watsonian answer of: killing all your siblings and 7,000 others (including people Astarion regretted victimizing and then had to look in the eye and condemn to death) will fuck a person up. He knows his hands are bloody so he has to believe he got everything he wanted, and he did really want this because if you leave it up to him he will chose to do the ritual vs just killing Cazador.  

I think Astarion has to believe he is better (which in his view means more powerful) than his past self as part of believing the sacrifice was worth it. In scenario 2 he’ll say this if you bring up his past self:

What’s a lot more interesting is if you bring up his past self in the morning after conversation of scenario 1 he’s genuinely shocked and caught off guard:

What I found interesting was Astarion talks in the same way about how the ritual was worth it and the cool new powers he’ll totally get as he does advocating for endings that are bad for him. If you become the Absolute leader Astarion becomes a thrall just like all the other companions whether you do it on your own or in Bhaal’s name. For all his talk about Bhaal’s army being “an unsurpassable dowry” and how he’ll command it, he can’t do jack shit if the player defies Bhaal and then either kills themselves or becomes fully possessed by Bhaal.The Doylist answer is Larian games just have a very limited amount of endings and the characters are forever stuck at lvl 12 , the more interesting Watsonian answer is Astarian is lying/exaggerating out of ignorance or because he really doesn’t have a clue of what to do next and is trying to cover for that.

The whole ritual plotline is very obviously Astarion continuing the cycle of abuse vs helping others, the abuse Cazador inflicted was akin to the abuse he suffered from Vellioth, down to Astarion commenting that Cazador’s rules came from Vellioth. It's also clear that Ascendant!Astarion has processed none of his trauma re: Cazador, after the ritual he says “I will not think about him. I don’t want to even say his name” and he shouts at you to be silent if you mention Cazador when you break up in scenario 2. I personally think Astarion sees you staying with him as a spawn degrading because he was degraded and abused when he was a spawn based on a line he has if the pc is cursed to go mad with The Dark Urge, where he relates too much to the character.

I think the DnD rules of absolute morality that vampires are extremely evil is a boring answer to why Ascendant!Astarion becomes possessive and controlling, especially since Larian has pushed against that theme throughout the game. Yes Astarion has an Act 1 line about how vampires don't turn spawn into full vampires because they don't share power, in my opinion that line falls flat when considering will have kind and supportive dialogue to the player in a number of other Act 3 quests. Whether the its the Watsonian answer that Larian wasn’t going to rewrite large chunks of dialogue when there are Act 3 quests with no companion reactions or the Doylist answer that he is just extremely possessive and has attachment issues about the threat of you leaving him is an interesting dilemma.

In regards to scenario 4 it's a fucking huge contrast to Astarion's whole character arc about learning to trust and being around someone who respects his boundaries and consent, where here doesn't respect the player's boundaries or consent. It's such a contrast to scenario 3 that happens right before it where Astarion says "We have served our respective purposes, we're free to go wherever we wish" and doesn't mind you breaking up with him as if your relationship was a strategic alliance. It's also the clearest contrast from his pre-ritual dialogue of "we're a team. If I become all powerful, then we become all powerful" because he's taken away all power from the player. The Ascendant romance is not subtle with most of the romance specific dialogue being themed around an extremely toxic D/s relationship where the Narrator explicitly says he’ll see you as degrading himself by being with him as a spawn which feels like it was added to remove any ambiguity about what Astarion feels.  From the way he says “on your knees” before he turns the player character, the way he calls you “bad boy/girl” if you fail the check to see his thoughts, and that infamous line about sitting naked on his lap.

Between the heavy message of power corrupts and how the rest of his ending dialogue is about how his evil future plans will be so fun, it's a clear callback to an act 1 conversation:

tldr: I don't think that corruption is as fun or as freeing as you thought Astarion, but he doesn't have to confront that fact if you're "lovers forever, until the world falls down"

#baldur's gate #bg3 #bg3 meta #astarion #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #longpost #sorry tumblr intext quotation breaks on mobile edits #do i have to add a warning that I find the ascendant romance fun #it's fucked up and full of angst if you dig into it

[impactedfates]

“But Mr Kamisato…” - Ayato x GN!Reader (Modern AU)

A/N - Just a random ass thought I had with a Modern AU Ayato. According to my friend it’s a brain rot?? In any case have random scenarios I have about this AU before I go to bed >:D

Imagine working at a restaurant. Nothing fancy, just your regular restaurant with your usual annoying kids in the corner and Karen in another. Yet for some reason, one of your regulars is Mr Kamisato himself, quite the popular and rich individual that could easily eat at any fancy restaurant he wants yet he chooses the one YOU work at, simply because he seems to have fallen for the lil waiter there :>

Ayato can and will plop himself in your section even if the table is dirty, he just wants to see your pretty lil face as fast as he can.

Will always tip you, and by quite a bit. He advises your boss/manager that whatever money he tips is ONLY for you. And should not be split between your co-workers, and who are they to disagree?

Despite him coming there so often, that he should know what every item on the menu is. He will always point to one menu item and ask about it or even asks for your recommendations even if you always say the same things. He just wants to hear your voice.

When he first brought his sister and Thoma over, they stared at you intently. You tried introducing yourself and all they could say was a strained out "We know…" Seems like someone always talks about you at home.

He refuses to get served by anyone else but you. If someone else is his waiter, he’ll request for you, and if you’re not working that day? He’ll politely excuse himself and leave.

If we pretend he’s a CEO for a famous and successful company, imagine all the stares he’d get as he happily munched on his mediocre fish and chips.

Speaking of all the stares he gets, he doesn’t pay any attention to them. His eyes are only on you. And you alone.

Bro goes into the restaurant so many times (or as many times as his work allows it) that there’s just a designated table for him and co-workers and your manager just know to call for you when he arrives, knowing he won’t take anyone else.

Left his number on a napkin. Whether you decide to text him is up to you. If you don’t he understands, but if you do choose to text him he’ll be over joyed. Expect sweet and cute “Good Mornings” and “Good Nights” even if you two aren’t dating.

He tries to make you call him Ayato and not to be formal with him. But it’s just a habit! Plus it’s respectful, how can he expect you to casually call him by his given name so casually??

Y/N: Mr Kamisato? You're here again? Ayato: Hm? Just Ayato is fine Y/N: But Mr Kami- Ayato: No

Ayaka and Thoma are very much done with him and his constant rambles about you. Don’t get them wrong, they’re happy he found someone he really likes…it’s just…

Ayato: And then they gave me my order with a smile :D Thoma: My lord…that's their job

Ayaka: So how much did you tip them? Ayato: €500 Ayaka: ON A €12 MEAL??

================ IWHEJSUD I’m still in love with this AU. Maybe it’s partially because I’m a big Ayato simp…I didn’t write a meeting scenario, y’all can let your imaginations run wild with that 👀

If youse like this I’m more then happy to write more :D

#genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshinimpact x reader #genshinimpact x you #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshinimpact #Kamisato Ayato #Kamisato Ayato x reader #Kamisato Ayato x you #Ayato x you #Ayato x reader #Kamisato Ayaka #Thoma #genshin imagines

[hollowwrites]

Missed Opportunities

So I’m currently trying to write smut for my Blindsided fic (about time) and have come to realise I just love writing fluff so much.

Summary - Sebastian stumbles upon Victoria after returning from a wedding. He’s confronted with the feelings he’s been repressing for years.

Warnings - None, fluff fluff fluff!

Word Count - 3454

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Never in all of his years, did he think having a Pureblood friend would be so…exhausting.

Perhaps maybe, Sebastian was spoiled with Ominis. He was constantly invited to weddings and proposals. They were a common occurrence at the Slytherin Table over breakfast. But all of them were met with a derisory sneer and a not-so-polite refusal.

But Victoria…

Her family was huge.

She had cousins wedded into the Black family, meaning every invitation must be accepted lest she evoke the Headmasters wrath. The Black and Grey family had a good relationship, one her parents were not eager to destroy. And though he already had a soft spot for Victoria considering she was both the Hero of Hogwarts and a Pureblood, perhaps refusing to attended a wedding between their families would put a strain on that

Toujours Pur indeed.

And the proposals…

They irked Sebastian the most. Especially the one sent from the Gaunts for her hand. Ominis and Victoria had a wonderful little chuckle about the whole thing and spent a week playfully calling each other husband and wife.

Much to Sebastian’s disdain.

He most certainly did not enjoy that scenario. His best friend and the girl he has loved since he had met her? No.

It was when Ominis heard Sebastian snap the armrest off one of the flimsy Library chairs, that he stopped. But only on the condition Sebastian finally admit that he loved her.

Thankfully her family were not the pushy type and were actually unbothered about marrying her off.

However…

The endless supply of Owls that dropped letter after letter sealed with sickly sweet pink wax and a white ribbon, boiled Sebastian’s blood.

Of course, watching her open them from three tables away was bad…

…but having her leave for those weddings was worse.

Usually she was gone by breakfast and he missed her completely, spending the whole day wondering when she got back, would a silver band be wrapped around her finger.

~

It was almost one in the morning when Sebastian decided to give up on his search for different Charms and Spells banned around the world. Fascinating what some cultures deem dangerous. He didn’t even need to be there. After Rookwoods death and Anne’s curse halted somewhat, he roamed the Library…simply to learn.

He strolled, bold as brass, out of the Restricted Section, no need to a Disillusionment Charm, nodding to a particularly disgruntled Scribner as he left.

With Ominis as a prefect, Victoria friends with the Headmaster and his grades now impeccable, Sebastian was basically untouchable.

He knew it.

And Scribner knew it.

Sebastian chuckled to himself as he left the Library, the eyes of all the prefects patrolling Central Hall boring into the back of his head. This only made him smirk more.

He still wasn’t tired, but his body was now operating on instinct. He lurched forward towards the Common Room but it’s wasn’t until he veered off did his brain catch on to what his body was doing.

It wasn’t the Slytherin Common Room he was moving towards…

…it was Gryffindors.

And as he rounded the corner near The Fat Lady, a vision of beauty dressed in deep burgundy careened into him, her hands flying forward to catch herself and settling over his chest. He acted on reflex, grabbing forward to catch the offending clutz, fighting every instinct in him to not stare slack jawed at the girl now in his arms.

“Sebastian…” Victoria breathed. Clearly she was in shock from literally running into someone in the corridors, but the way he heard it sent a tingle down his spine. He imagined different scenarios where she would whisper his name like that.

“What are doing wandering the halls at this time?” She scolded with a smirk tugging at her painted lips.

“Have I ever needed a reason to break school rules?” He lied expertly, keeping his hands firmly on her forearms.

In case she falls down he told himself

“Well that’s certainly true…” she laughed softly, tilting her head in curiosity when she notices he’s not making eye contact.

His eyes had dropped to the layered sheer material that clung to her form. A long elegant slit up her leg, accentuated her slender legs along side the painfully tall heels that now made her almost the same height as him.

Ethereally pale, with dark hair and her blood red dress made her look dangerous. Almost vampiric. The sharp blue of her eyes amongst the sultry shadows of her eyes only added to that allure.

Although she had been out all day, her hair and makeup was immaculate. Or was she wearing any? Her lips were obviously redder than normal but Sebastian couldn’t tell if that rosy flush across her cheeks was powdered on or real.

It didn’t matter.

“Sebastian, what are you looki-“

“You’re stunning…” he said confidently, before adding quietly “…Merlins beard…” his eyes slowly trailed up and down her body, scanning every inch of exposed pale flesh. Her shoulders, her arms, her chest where the dress had pushed her up deliciously.

“I…” the way his eyes drank her in made her cheeks burn and her hands tighten around the fabric of his robes, balling into fists at his chest. “…Thank you” she muttered, embarrassed, her voice laced with fatigue.

“Long day?” He asked with a smirk, amused at how a simply comment could break her resolve so easily. No longer a dangerous temptress but putty, quite literally, in his hands.

“Mmm…” she mumbled shifting within his arms “These shoes are ridiculous. My feet are killing me”

“Come on…let me help you to your dorm. I’ll carry your shoes” he gestured, almost exasperated, for her to give him the offending shoes. Secretly, he enjoyed how small she was without them, and he would quite like his diminutive friend back. As she shuffled the heels off and she fell by several inches, he chuckled and delighted in the soft moans of relief she made upon removing them.

“I suppose you can sit with me for a while…” she said with a soft sleepy smile, passing him the shoes with a limp wrist.

He just nodded, eyes wide like an obedient little puppy looking up adoringly at its owner. He followed her towards the portrait of The Fat Lady, her frame opening upon seeing Victoria and slamming back shut when she caught sight of Sebastian. The Fat Lady squinted through a tiny pair of glasses perched upon a long stick. Her face twisting in disgust and she shook her head.

“Come on…it’s Sebastian. He’s my oldest friend” Victoria reasoned, her shoulder slumping as though she could really do without this argument.

Sebastian tried to not let the disappointment show as he heard her refer to him as a ‘friend’.

The Portrait simply opened her frame again and pointedly slamed it shut, her arms crossing over her bosom.

“Ad Nauseum” Victoria said mimicking the Fat Lady’s stance, her tone taking on a parental quality Sebastian only heard when he’d done something truly stupid. “I’ve said the password, you must let me in” she smirked as an idea popped into her head “Or would you like to be responsible for the sighting of a Proud Gryffindor skulking around the Slytherin Dungeons?”

The Fat Lady gasped dramatically muttering expletives under her breath as the frame opened once more.

“Well I know when I’m not wanted” Sebastian pouted, raising an eyebrow at the tiny hole behind the frame “You have to the crawl through that?”

“Yes” she sighed, hoisting her dress into a ball around her hips “Rather undignified if you ask me. I don’t think the Hogwarts Architect considered the female population when he created this”

Sebastian exhaled a laugh watching as she crawled through the tunnel with more grace than she gave herself credit for. His eyes shamelessly dropped to her rear as he followed closely behind her, almost falling out of the other end. Clearly he was distracted.

Thankfully, once he’d entered into the Gryffindor Common Room, there were other things to distract him away from her…assets

His eyes drew over the medieval tapestries and garish red and gold decor. It was warm, Sebastian would give them that, but in that moment, he thanked the Sorting Hat for its correct decision in putting him in Slytherin.

And was that…a snitch? The constant annoying buzzing he could hear from somewhere to his right was enough to make him miss the dungeons.

“Ugh…” he groaned in clear distaste for his surroundings “…Are you sure you don’t want to be sighted down in the dastardly dungeons?” He said swiping his finger across the stone fireplace and rubbing his fingers as though they were covered in filth.

“Absolutely certain…” she huffed as she threw herself at the plush sofa opposite him. Her head lulled backwards onto the armrest, her eyes closing as she relaxed for the first time all day.

Sebastian chuckled and joined her, pulling her feet into his lap and propping his own up on the coffee table ahead of him.

“How was the wedding?” He asked, a sinking feeling of despair settled in his stomach as he thought of her answer;

It was wonderful. The Malfoy family finally approached my father for my hand. We’re to be wed in the spring!

“Mmm…Lovely” came her actual unenthusiastic answer “Though…I wish I’d had a plus one. I wish you’d have been there” she said softly, her eyes still closed.

He opened his mouth to respond, something sharp and witty and typically Sebastian. But the energy in the room felt soft and…safe. He decided perhaps honesty were for the best.

“That makes two of us” he muttered, his voice low and gentle.

“Really?” Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, propping herself up on her elbows “You’d suffer with me?”

“I wouldn’t call spending a day with you suffering” he chuckled, leaning his cheek against his knuckles.

“Have you ever been to a wedding?” She asked incredulously, electing to ignore the obvious flirtation in his comment.

“Well…no actually. But-“

“That settles it…” She interrupts “…My next wedding I’m asking for a plus one and you’re coming with me”

“Why?” He asked, laughing “Miss me that much?”

“I did actually” she said rather casually

That same energy returned. Safe and honest. The ambient glow of the fire bathed her in an orange hue, highlighting the bright blue of her eyes as they looked back at him.

“…I missed you too” he admitted

“Well…” She hummed softly and smiled “I’m back now. You can start making it up to me”

“Making it up to you?’ What exactly am I compensating for?” His tone slipped so easily back to his charming and playful self.

“For not telling me you were willing to come before. Do you know how many weddings I’ve had to attend alone?” She said accusatorially “Weddings are not fun alone. No one to talk to, no one to dance with, no one t-“

“Hold on….” Sebastian interrupted, his hands held ahead of him as though to halt the whole conversation “You don’t dance at these things?

“No? Who would I dance with?l

“I don’t know…I thought someone would have asked you” he turned to her, desperately trying to hide the encroaching smug smirk across his lips.

No one else had touched her!

“You mean to tell me; no one, not one person, has asked you to dance at these little engagement parties and weddings and the like” he was failing spectacularly to conceal the joy in his voice, to the point he almost sounded mocking.

“No?” She answered simply, his tone setting her cheeks a flame “…At risk of you teasing me more…I’ve never actually danced…At all”

Never had he been more thankful for her intimidating beauty.

“That won’t do” he says and stands dragging her by her wrist up and off the sofa. She goes limp and heavy, battling to stay seated.

“W-Wait…What are you doing?” Sebastian laughed at the clear panic in her voice.

“Dancing obviously” her flashed her a brilliant, utterly charming smile “We need to Fix this little problem you have” he continued, gently tugging her up.

“No no…I can’t I’m far too clumsy…” she argued weakly.

And if I dance with you I will definitely fall in love with you; She thought as her brows knitted together in the confusion of her emotions.

“As if I would ever let you fall…” he said softly, all traces of charm and flirtation gone. He just sounded…genuine.

With a small spin in his arms, he pulled her hand up to his shoulder. She sighed and positioned herself properly…or at least what she remembered seeing. Slowly, his hand snaked around her waist and she fought with everything in her to not gasp and fan herself like those Victorian Muggle women.

His hand splayed wide, his palm almost entirely covering the small of her back, fingers, long and sharp curling around her waist. His other was innocently holding her hand aloft leading her in the small silent slow dance. She could feel the callouses across his hand and thought absentmindedly about how he’d gotten them.

Duelling? Helping out at home? Toiling over the little garden next to his home, the suns rays beating down on-

She shook her head and looked down at their feet, desperate to distract herself from the blush creeping across her chest.

She failed.

Looking down only brought attention to the fact she was stood so close to him. Couldn’t even see her feet. Just her chest, pressed into his ribs.

Her nervousness must have been blatant. Sebastian could always read her like a book and if there’s anything Sebastian was good at…it’s reading.

“Don’t be nervous, Angel…” he chuckled “We’re just dancing” his voice was soothing and low, despite his overwhelming urge to tease her. And to kiss her…

With the sudden absence of every dance she’d ever watched leaving her mind, she didn’t know what to do. She leant into him, hoping he could compensate for her inexperience. Or at least hoping she could wrap herself in his warmth and calm the reddening of her cheeks on that.

Sebastian leaned in slightly too, so they were almost cheek-to-cheek as they danced. It meant that his back was stooped low, but the dull ache at the nape of his neck was worth feeling her this close.

His arms wrapped around her back, kept her close. He led them in silence, swaying her from side to side. And in stark contrast to her flushed skin and wild heart, Sebastian felt sick and like his heart might stop any second.

In this moment, Victoria wasn’t some unobtainable Angel who’d helped his sister and clawed him back from the brink of insanity. She was the girl he adored more than anything. And who was currently…his.

In his arms.

Resting against his chest.

His grip tightened around her at this thought, pushing it aside and concentrating on the small circles he moved her around the room in.

He could hear her shaky breath, right next to his ear. His mind, so graciously, tortured him with pictures of what her lips would look like as she breathed. How they parted and her tongue would dart out to wet her lips.

He sighed and with great effort, pulled his face away from hers. He missed the warmth of her cheek immediately, making him shiver. Instead, he moved his chin to the top of her head.

Away from her distractions.

Away from those lips.

And then, there was that atmosphere again. Honesty. Security. Safety.

“You know…” he started wistfully, not quite grasping what words were leaving his mouth, his own ears hearing them at the same time as Victoria’s “…I’ve been mad on you since that duel”

“What?” Her voice was soft but had a distinct strangled quality…

“Since you looked at me…” he exhaled a simply laugh through his nose. His eyes closing, resounding himself to whatever hole he was in the process of digging himself into “…I knew you were special. For a fraction of a second…I forgot about my sister”

He sighed.

He hated admitting it, and he hated how his hormonal teenage body allowed such a transgression . But it was true.

When she knocked him from that platform and offered him her hand…there was no curse. There was no goblin rebellion. There was just…her.

“I…”

“I don’t need you to say anything…” his whole body tensed around her, refusing to let her go in that moment. She sounded…he wasn’t sure…

He wanted for tonight to never end, even though he may have spoiled it. Right now, the air was filled with such possibility, and yes, those possibilities involved rejection. But to have her here for just a little bit longer, in his arms...

Victoria pulled away from him, holding him at an arms length, her hand pressed against his chest and the other still in his hand. There was a quiet happiness that she was not often used to seeing on Sebastian's face. Usually he covered it with a mask irritating charm, mischievous joy…or he just looked…sad.

She felt his slow, heavy heartbeat against her fingers.

Always so calm and yet so manic.

“I thought you were an arrogant arsehole…” she whispered honestly. He snorted out a deep laugh, looking down at her.

“Thanks…” The same irritatingly charming mask slipped over his features again and he smirked. Before he could open his mouth, to undoubtedly say something witty, her fingers touched his jaw as though she could lift a literal mask from his face.

“Don’t do that…” she chastised softly “Don’t hide how you really feel. You don’t need to with me…”

He reached up to touch her fingers stroking softly along his jaw. His features softened and he looked adoringly down at her.

“I…”

“I thought you were an arrogant arsehole.” She repeated with conviction “…then you took the fall for me in the library. You didn’t even know me. But you could help…so you did. Because you’re selfless, and brave, and sweet”

Her fingers pushed into the hair behind his ear, her other hand mirroring it to cup either side of his face.

“And you should probably be in Gryffindor”

“Watch it…” he snapped back with a smirk.

“I’ve been mad on you…since you said ‘I came alone’…” she said staring into the deep dark wells of his eyes “…So I may owe you a couple days” she teased.

Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat as he tried to laugh. She always made him feel so at ease but right now…he didn’t want her jokes. He didn’t want her teasing.

He wanted…needed her.

“Victoria…” he whispered, leaning in slowly into her hands, his voice soft and full of affection.

He leaned ever closer into her warmth, craving more of that safe, soft feeling that was tingling at his neck. Their lips brushed past each other softly…like the chiffon of her dress. Their touch like a breath upon each others skin.

Before he couldn’t take it anymore…

Sebastian pressed his lips against hers. His heart almost gave out as he felt a rush of emotions, finally having the ability to express all of his love for her. In a form that wasn’t empty gestures and futile brief encounters.

“Angel” he muttered once more as their lips parted. He shrugged her hands away from him and seized her cheek. His fingers almost wrapped around her neck if he didn’t push them into her hair.

The second time he pressed his lips to her it lasted longer. And longer still. He didn’t want to stop, to pull away. The world around him faded away. His heart now kick started, pounded against his chest.

And despite his insides twisting and churning as though they would escape him, he couldn’t bring himself to kiss her how he wanted.

Gently, his lips glided over hers. Softly, his hands gripped her jaw. Slowly, his thumbs brushed over her cheeks. Until, eventually and reluctantly he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Victoria’s shoulder, scooping his arms around her waist and holding her against him.

Victorias breath in his ear was fast and shallow.

How did she not know Sebastian could be this gentle?

Her fingers gripped the sides of his robes, fearing if she let go this would all be a dream.

In this moment, Victoria wasn’t some unobtainable Angel who’d helped his sister and clawed him back from the brink of insanity. She was not some untouchable beauty that he thought himself unworthy of.

In this moment, Victoria was his Angel. His true love that he had been holding back for all these years. And now, tonight…finally, he had her.

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[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I'm so glad I found your account! You guys are very talented <33

I know canonically Mortdecai isn't, uh, amazing with kids but what if a Marigold members daughter started hanging around the building (like Ivy did when she was younger) and she reminded Mortdecai of one of his sisters (Esthers moodiness or Roses cheeriness)? I'd love some headcanons about the scenario^^

I wasn't going to write this until later but I absolutely had to jump ahead of schedule and write this because it nagged at my mind almost all week. You even started an AU for the other mods and I, anon. This little idea is so tasty and adfghfgferhrj

You are the biggest brain and I hope you don't mind that me and Iphiko (and maybe even Rory!) had a little taste of this drink ourselves first. Different bottle, don't worry, we haven't touched any of what's in your hand right now

Also thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad you guys are enjoying these things (as if the inbox flooding wasn't proof enough), it makes us Lackadaisy Moonshiners so happy and gives me an excuse to keep writing. You're all awesome!

At first, it almost stings. He still remembers Ivy, after all; her wandering around following Viktor or whoever caught her eye whenever she could. It was cute. Adorable, even.

But Mordecai seems to be the target of this little beast's attention. And no amount of waving her off, gently pushing her away with his foot or annoyed threats will get her to pick someone else.

The Savoys are enamored with the little bugger. Serafine started calling her "Bébé Couteau" (Baby Knife) after being allowed to teach her some knife tricks (why Asa let them put a knife in the hands of a kitten, Mordecai will never know) and Nico picked up the habit of startling the little girl by picking her up and spinning with her...Which slowly evolved into throwing her across the bloody bar into Serafine's arms after an accident that resulted in the kitten getting yeeted by a distracted Nico (apparently she loved it (and to Serafine's credit, she ran like Hell to catch her); so it's not exactly safe but it's okay??)

Several speakeasy attendees mistake her to be Mordecai's kitten since she's always hanging around him (and especially so if she's a Tuxedo cat). It probably doesn't help that he loudly objects to the twins throwing the kitten back and forth like a football and has even ripped her out of their arms once or twice

They also (correctly) assume that he calls the shots when it comes to her. If she's making trouble or is heading somewhere that she shouldn't be, someone has to work up the courage to tell that ferocious shadow of Asa's. It's him, the queen cat that looks like she's constantly considering stabbing you or the heartthrob at the bar vicious son of a bitch who always looks like he knows that he's better than you

It's an unspoken rule between the three that Mordecai's word is law when it comes to the kitten. He hates this and is sure that they just use this as another excuse to tease him.

Asa scares the Hell out of the poor little thing. He tried greeting her once and she burst into tears and ran to Mordecai so he could protect her. The twins thought this was hysterical: the kitten adores the ground Mordecai walks on, laughs at Serafine's threats and thinks Nico throwing her at a soft target as hard as he can is the bee's knees; but Asa Sweet-the big fat cat with the softest features out of all of them-scares the living daylights out of her.

Mordecai thinks the kitten has a good judge of character sometimes. If it wasn't for her love of the chaotic duo he'd say that out loud

They brought the kitten along to a "meeting" once when she were sick with a fever. She cried when Mordecai left the car and Serafine refused to leave until she was comforted or at least sleeping, so (after some arguing and sweet-talking) Mordecai went back for her. When he didn't leave the vehicle for a few minutes, the Savoys went on without him.

They came back to find him reading a book, the kitten snuggled up against his side and sound asleep tucked under his coat and arm. The soft look in Morde's eye told Nico that maybe this wasn't the time to be teasing him.

This didn't stop Serafine. Mordecai hasn't heard the end of that event. (Asa also gave him some Hell for leaving the twins to do the dirty work, but Serafine and Nico shut him down pretty quickly-they found whatever crate he wanted, no witnesses are around to tell the tale, the job was done just fine and the kitten needed him more than they did. Shut up, Mr. Sweet.)

Whoever's daughter the kitten is, they'd better learn to deal with Mordecai becoming her guardian angel of death. If she doesn't have a parent and just wandered in somehow, she's gonna end up with something better: an aunt that'll teach her to kill and how to stay strong, an uncle that'll toss her around like a hot potato and teach her to be fearless and another uncle that'll pretend to not care for her until someone looks at her the wrong way.

Mordecai, Serafine and Nico. Probably the worst-fitting cats to be any kind of parental figures, yet ones that will guard a mutually-adopted kitten until their final breaths-whether they'll admit to it or not.

#🖋 mod ille #Mordecai Heller #Serafine Savoy #Nicodeme Savoy #Headcanon Home Brew #headcanon #Lackadaisy #Feel free to ask any of us for more because I adore this concept so much you have no idea #Anyone asking for a continuation will get it on the house if I pick it up

[soraviie]

I wrote it with the mind that reader is non-english foreigner but interpret it how you want it :)

As the sudden breeze of the cold evening air rushed through the slowly withering leaves along the mound path, you tightened your jacket, clutching Jungkook's in your hands. He'd shucked it off some thirty minutes ago and refused to put it on - interfered with his arm movements, he said. You didn't nag him anymore, merely traipsed alongside the scenic route, sunken in between thinking your own things and observing him fondly from the distance. He was so mesmerized by the surroundings that to you had been daily occurrence that inadvertently it sparked a new interest in yourself.

Yes, bringing him home had been a good idea, though all parties, you, Jungkook and your parents were scared shitless as it all unfolded.

A few cocker spaniels rushed past the narrow path. They sniffed at Jungkook's shins, excitedly bouncing as he greeted them shyly.

"Good evening," their owner, an elderly lady, came up behind, her walking stick slightly sinking into the dampening brown ground. "Beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

"Yeah," you agree conversationally, forcing a polite smile upon your lips. "Bit chilly, though."

Bit chilly, you scoff to yourself, how original.

"You must be taking some very beautiful pictures."

From the corner of the eye, you can see how quickly Jungkook freezes. The camera sits frozen in his hands as his gaze jumps nervously between the old lady and yourself.

"Y-yeah," he stammers, eyes settling upon your face. You nod encouragingly. "It's...so pretty."

Once the lady and her two dogs disappear around the winding forest path, he sighs, the cold gold of a dusking sight, illuminating the worried frown between his eyebrows.

"I'll never learn your language," he laments pitifully. "It's as though my brain just...disappears."

"Nonsense," you retort, putting the jacket over his shoulders as yet another unforgiving gust rattles the greenery all around. "All you need is a bit more confidence in yourself. Can I see the pictures?"

He stretched the camera towards you, watching enraptured as you analyzed each one.

"You have such a talent, Koo," you praise. "They're so beautiful."

"Yeah, they are," he agrees gently.

He did not even glance at the pictures.

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fluff #file/picture series/jungkook

[my-little-wraithlings]

Good god, as a fanfic author that writes primarily whump and hurt/comfort (both emotional and physical), watching Renfield had me fucking quivering with need! My whole fanfic career is about making convoluted reasons for critters (characters) being in pain and being cared for. But good lord, I don't even need to work! This movie practically hand-feeds situations to you!

Anyway, my brain keeps rattling around with little fic ideas. A few quick fic ideas below.

Note: All the scenarios below can, in this state of being, be read platonically or romantically depending on your particular views. Personally, I don't ship Dracula and Renfield around the time of the movie but I honestly felt they've always had a romantic pull more towards the beginning of their relationship. Still super toxic/concerning but believable.

1 ) Robert is struggling to adjust to human life, mainly in the small ways. Now that he has his freedom for sure, he's trying to discover what to do with his time. He's not the brightest and each decade he's only had limited in any given culture so he's not really sure what activities/jobs are open to him. His therapy friends and Rebecca have helped him start over but he's still finding adjustment difficult. Because of the murdered cops, he's unable to get back to his apartment currently until the complex can be cleaned up and cleared for people to go back home. Meanwhile, he's living with Rebecca. The problem is that she is an incredibly strong presence and Robert is living in her "territory". It doesn't take long for Rebecca and Mark to recognize that Robert is starting to imprint on Rebecca as his new master. A reality they have to quickly work to reverse.

2 ) The setting is the past, shortly after Renfield has fallen to Dracula's alluring words. Things happen and they have to leave Dracula's current lair. On their travels, Renfield is injured during the day while he is moving Dracula's coffin. Renfield is still getting used to his new powers, the call of insects do not yet catch his cravings like they will in the future. As the sun sinks, Renfield feels himself starting to fade to wounds that were worse than he realized. Dracula is awakened and finds his familiar in a bad state. The vampire is struck by an unfamiliar feeling of concern. He has grown attached to his new servant. The relationship is new and delicate. An affection that has not yet turned smothering and abusive fills Dracula. He teaches Renfield the rewards of being a loyal servant by healing his wounds for the first time.

3 ) Robert's time as a familiar has made him more than a little strange by human standards. It's things beyond the cravings to eat insects. His skin is pale, his heartbeat is slower than a human's, his body runs cooler than a normal human. He's still able to get sick but it hasn't been something that has come up since work for Dracula. Now that his supply of Dracula blood is limited to a few jugs (I'm taking liberties, shush), he refuses to take any unless he is fatally wounded. When he catches the flu from someone at therapy, it hits him hard. He has no vaccines and his body hasn't had to make antibodies in a very long time. When the fever hits, it hits him. Rebecca is busy trying to juggle her life, keeping secrets from her sister, and helping Robert get his place back. She is struck with guilt when she finally realizes Robert is sick. His fever bumped his body heat up to that of a normal human being and Rebecca hadn't noticed right away. Despite the very real fact that people from Robert's time don't handle flu well, he's still refusing to take the blood. Rebecca does her best to help and the two snuggle up since Robert can't remember what it's like to be comforted while sick. While holding him, Rebecca decides she'll have to feed him some blood when he loses consciousness if this fever doesn't break soon.

4 ) (In the past) Vampire appetites are fickle things. When in an isolated area and there's no food in the nearby seasonal village, choices have to be made. Renfield is the human nearby. Though slight changes have set in for him, he still has the power to provide a meal. He's skittish and frightened by the idea. He has seen his master eat, it makes the bugs squirm in his belly. But despite his hunger, Dracula is being strangely patient with him. Renfield knows it is his duty and agrees to let his master feed before Renfield can cower away and need to be forced. It's a horrific experience!! Renfield feels even colder than usual but is important. He is left alive. And his master's gratitude is paid forward. Renfield is allowed to curl close to his master while fighting off the quivering torment and dizziness of blood-loss. Renfield smiles while he recovers, because surely this privilege means he really is important to Master!

5 ) also, any fuckin' excuse for broken ribs and stab wounds.

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Okay, those weren't short but whatever.

This movie also really leans itself to being extremely easy to crossover with lots of stuff. I wish I was still caught up with NCIS: New Orleans. that'd be perfect!

#renfield #renfield 2023 #robert montague renfield #rebecca quincy #dracula #renfield scenarios #tw: blood #tw: bugs #hurt/comfort #[It's 2:40 AM. the fuck am I doing?!

[nhasablogg]

Surprise tickled

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Reid, Morgan, Hotch, Garcia

Summary: Reid has a bit of a violent reaction when he gets surprise tickled.

A/N: Just three different scenarios that combine Reid getting startled with tickles as well as a little mini character study of him. I could write a second part that involve JJ, Prentiss and Gideon if there’s any interest!

Words: 2.2k

(Read it on ao3)

Sometimes Reid disappeared after cases. Not physically. Physically his body was there, sitting cross-legged on his chair, hunched over by his desk, leant back in one of the jet seats. Usually his hand was frozen on his chin, a stereotypical image of someone thinking and thinking hard that most likely was just an exaggerated act to showcase some sort of intellectual authority. But the BAU knew it wasn’t an act. Knew that sometimes details of a case, whatever it might be, etched themselves onto Reid’s mind and refused to leave him in peace.

And so he disappeared, deep deep in thought.

“He’s zoning out again,” Morgan said, although Reid couldn’t hear him where he was. He was in the jet this time, a place reserved for various post-case reactions without the space of judgment from anyone. The jet was simply a sanctuary for their most human emotions that they had to shove so deeply away in their subconscious. For Gideon it meant a game of chess or cards. For Prentiss it meant a nap, for Morgan music, for Reid a book. That was how they knew a case had stuck out to him, when his fingers hadn’t reached for the all too familiar paper they could sometimes see him caressing absentmindedly.

This being a judgment-free haven didn’t mean that they didn’t also worry.

They all collectively glanced back at him, watching the way his gaze was stuck on the wall across from him, just above Hotch’s shoulder. Maybe he’d been watching him play cards against Gideon before his thoughts had wandered off. Maybe that was simply the most natural place for his gaze to fall.

Prentiss asked, “Is he okay?” because she was the newest member and didn’t know how to interpret this yet. If this was Reid spiraling or Reid coping.

And quite frankly sometimes not even Gideon knew.

“Reid?” Morgan, who was sitting next to him, leaned closer. “Kid, you okay?”

Reid seemed to notice his attention and let his eyes slowly slide toward his direction. “Sorry, what?”

“There he is,” Morgan said with a smile. “You zoned out. We just wondered if you were okay.”

They didn’t always disturb him, but he hadn’t done this in a while, and it had gotten really bad after Tobias Hankel. Only now he was at the very least openly zoning out and not hiding in corners.

Reid blinked. “Oh. I’m fine, sorry-”

“There’s no need to apologize.” Morgan patted his arm, because that was just what Morgan did. Morgan reached out and touched even if you thought you didn’t deserve the warmth. “But you’d talk to us if anything bothered you, right?”

Reid blinked again, a sign that he wasn’t fully there yet despite the ongoing conversation. “Uh huh.”

“Why don’t I believe you.”

Reid blinked once again, third time being the charm as they watched him snap back into the present, at least for a moment. “I’m fine, Morgan, I promise.”

“Uh huh.”

“Hey, don’t quote me to me.” He laughed, something brief, something breathy and so utterly wonderful to hear that the whole plane collectively relaxed.

Morgan pointed at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you avoiding my previous question. But fine, I’ll let you off the hook for now.”

And so Reid disappeared again, once Morgan’s attention left him, only now the team kept an eye on him anyway, racking their brains for what details of this case might have gripped onto him so stubbornly that he sat and stared off into nothing for half an hour, legs crossed and a hand absentmindedly curling around one strand of his admittedly pretty long hair.

In the end Prentiss slept, Gideon and Hotch played cards while JJ watched, and Morgan watched Reid with music in his ears.

“We land soon,” Hotch said later, looking at Reid who was still staring off into space. “Reid. Buckle up.”

No response.

“Reid.”

“Hey, kid.” Morgan leaned forward, poking his side. We’re landi- oh my god.”

Reid had jerked at the contact, his arms flailing out so suddenly he accidentally slapped Morgan’s face when he didn’t move out of the way quickly enough. “Jesus, Morgan.”

“What the hell was that?” Morgan asked, something hysterical to his voice. He was nearly laughing, clearly unsure of how to react. “What was that sound?”

For Reid had let out something high pitched (a squeal? a cry?) that made the whole jet jump. Honestly, they were lucky if the pilot didn’t accidentally crash.

“You startled me,” he replied, but he was suddenly blushing and Morgan seemed to forget all about his stinging cheek.

“Oh right, you’re ticklish,” he said with a laugh. “I had totally forgotten about how you react when surprise tickled.”

Reid’s blush, somehow, intensified. “Oh my god, stop. Do we land soon? Please tell me we land soon.”

Hotch, who was fighting back a rare smile, nodded. “We do. Buckle up.”

Reid did, not looking at anyone until Morgan reached out to poke him again, this time earning merely a squirm and a groan.

It had started a few months ago, when Prentiss had touched his side, probably out of habit more than anything, and Reid had flung his favorite cup into the air and watched it crash with a laugh dying on his lips. In the midst of the chaos and asking what the hell just happened it was revealed that Prentiss had accidentally tickled him and his first instinct had been to do, well, whatever that was.

It was safe to say he didn’t really get much peace after that. It was especially effective when he was zoning out, although they didn’t do that often. He usually needed the time to dissociate to bounce back properly after a case. Not that Morgan regretted it this time, especially not once he couldn’t feel any pain from Reid’s slap anymore.

*

Sometimes, when nervous or restless or thinking much too hard, Reid would fidget. Not just the usual bouncing of the leg or the tapping of fingers, but full body fidgeting, where his chair would be swiveling and his arms would be swinging and his mouth would be mouthing inaudible words. It was entertaining to watch him have these invisible conversations with himself, but sometimes (okay, most times) it was way too distracting and so they needed him to rein it in just a bit.

“Reid.” It wasn’t usual that it was Hotch who tired first. He was patient, as long as it didn’t affect their work, and Reid swiveling in his chair while actively trying to figure something out was a gray zone where he had to choose between interrupting his thought process or not being fully able to think himself.

“Reid,” he said again, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “Could you be still for a second please?”

Reid grabbed the table to still himself. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I just-”

“I was distracting you.”

“A little, yes.” Hotch shot him a ghost of a smile, which Reid held onto so visibly desperately he nearly shattered it. “Do you have anything?”

Reid took a breath. “Well-”

As he went through his first couple of thoughts on the victimology he started fidgeting without noticing, his knee bouncing and his hands doing much more of the talking than his mouth. Hotch didn’t mind; Hotch barely noticed it himself now.

“That sounds plausible,” Gideon said from the other side of the table.

Reid shrugged. “I’m not fully convinced that-”

More talking. More fidgeting. It was a different type of fidgeting than when he was nervous, distinguishable only due to how loud the movements were, rather than continuous repetition. Hands moving in circles, chair moving back and forth a couple of times, like he was trying to grip onto something not fully developed yet.

“Reid, Reid, breathe,” Hotch was saying now, for the kid was working himself into a rambling panic, visibly disliking not understanding something. Hotch reached out when Reid didn’t stop, touching his knee partly because it would stomp a hole into the floor soon, but also because it was easier to grab than Reid’s swinging hands.

He nearly got a mouthful of those hands anyway, accompanied by a yelp as Reid scrambled to get away from him. It shouldn’t have surprised him - he knew of Reid’s ticklish reactions, only he hadn’t expected a touch so small to tickle at all.

“Woah, woah, hey,” he said, holding out his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god,” Reid stammered out, suddenly standing. “I’m sorry.”

“I forgot,” Hotch continued, smiling despite himself. He caught Gideon’s eye, who was visibly trying not to laugh.

Reid shook his head. “This is ridiculous.”

“It can’t be helped. We need to learn not to startle you.”

“I literally knew you were there.”

“But not that I would touch you. That’s on me.”

Reid averted his gaze, his cheeks pinkening. “I-” He cut himself off, squinting at the board. “Wait, I got it.” He grabbed his notebook, looking between it and the board. “I think I figured out the connection.”

Gideon clapped his hands once. “Maybe we need to tickle you more often then,” and Reid only looked like he wanted to disappear for a second before launching into his now mostly fully formed thoughts.

*

Reid became a giggler when drunk. It was both endearing and hilarious.

Garcia was enabling him of course, leaning closer as he tried to tell a story only for him to crack up at her face. She was a bit tipsy too, both of them three margaritas down and producing the best entertainment for the rest of the team that night.

“Calm down,” Morgan was saying, meaning Garcia more than Reid. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Oh, I’m fine, my sugar,” she replied, waving her hand at him. “But come, you should dance with us.” She started pulling at Morgan’s hand.

“Is that what you’re doing?”

“Oh, ha ha.”

“Did you know that there’s archeological evidence of dance on old Egyptian tomb paintings,” Reid piped up, being heard only because they were at Morgan’s and therefore the music wasn’t too loud.

“Of course we knew that. Didn’t we, Garcia?”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

Reid rolled his eyes, but he was grinning, archeological evidence that he was drunk. As was Garcia. Morgan didn’t hate it.

“Well, if we’re gonna dance I’m gonna need to see those hips move,” he told them, standing. “Come on. Both of you.”

“No,” Reid whined. “You know I can’t.”

“I think you’re just too scared to make a fool out of yourself to properly try,” Morgan replied, grabbing his wrist. “Come on, up.”

“Morgan, no, I can’t-”

“Come on, boy wonder,” Garcia said, grabbing his other wrist. “Live a little.” Reid allowed himself to get pulled up, now giggling through his protests. “Oh, you’re so cute,” Garcia said with a grin, reaching out to pinch his cheeks.

Reid tried to evade her hand, flushing. “Oh, stop.”

“Oh, but she’s right, pretty boy,” Morgan said, reaching for his other cheek. “So cute.”

He groaned. “You guys are terrible.”

“You love us,” Garcia said, ruffling his hair. “Now dance.”

“I can’t just do that on command! No,” he said, pointing at Morgan. “Don’t even think about saying it.”

Morgan held up his hands. “Unfairly accused is what I am.”

Somewhere around them was their team, maybe talking, maybe sipping on a drink quietly. They weren’t sure, much too busy in their own interaction. Morgan shoved Reid semi-impatiently to get him to move further into the room, the song switching to something fun, the beat pumping through their bodies in a way that should’ve made it easy for them to dance. Only as Garcia and Morgan started moving Reid merely started giggling.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” he was saying, palms up and facing them.

“Yes, you can,” Garcia said, reaching for him again.

“I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

“No, you won’t, just trust me.”

“Just follow my lead,” Morgan said, but Garcia, impatient, reached to grab his hips. “Just move them- oh my god!”

Reid, poor Reid, jerked away so suddenly at the contact that he nearly, somehow, knocked all of them to the ground with his flailing arms, taking two steps back and tripping over the carpet, officially hurting himself for the first time during a moment like this rather than someone else.

“Well, at least you managed to move your body,” Morgan said (once he’d finished laughing).

“Spencer, I’m so sorry!” Garcia was crying out (Morgan probably needed to cut her off after this) and trying and failing to help him up.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said, leaning back against the floor. “Let me just die here.”

“Maybe we can use this to our advantage, you know,” Morgan said. “Tickle you so that you attack our UnSub or something.”

Reid started laughing, covering his face with his hands. “Please don’t.”

“Oh, but I think we should- Oh my god, baby girl, he’s fine.” Garcia had crouched down on the floor, her hands hovering vaguely over him. “He’s just super ticklish, he’ll be okay.”

“Hey,” Reid groaned. “You’re making it worse.”

“I’m so sorry, Spencer,” Garcia said, suddenly grabbing his hips again. “I didn’t know.”

Reid, not getting caught by surprise this time, started laughing harder, his giggles laced in panic as he tried to push her off of him. “Wait, no, please-”

“How can you ever forgive me?”

“Garcia, please don’t-”

That was about when Morgan caught sight of Garcia’s grin. He let out a laugh. What a night indeed.

#tickling #ticklish!spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #tickle fic #n writes #surprise tickled

[lilacmingi]

Hi! I've been reading things from your blog for a couple months now, and I've always wanted to request a certain scenario that tickles my brain just right. But, I don't know if you're comfortable with it or not. I just went through your rules and I'm not for sure, but if you want to decline this request then that's okay! I understand :)

I've been wondering how BTS would react of they spontaneously just decided to adopt a kid, around 14 years old but looks much older. Like, she looks 17. She has an attitude that's a little too firey and she curses worse than a sailor. She had a rough past and she can act mature and nice when she wants to, but she usually chooses not to. She's more reserved and maybe some of her violent wants are a little questionable, but she never acts on them? (She low-key needs therapy but refuses to go cause she's stubborn)

Sorry if this is super personalized and specific but I had some things happen when I was 14 and that's how I acted afterwards, and I just want to know how your amazing mind would put this together!

Again, you don't have to do this so please don't hesitate to tell me if you're uncomfortable with it! I love your work and your sexy brain for making these! ❤️

Hello! 🫶🏻 I’m not sure if you saw in the “about me/rules/about the blog” post, but I mentioned that this account was just for funsies and that I wouldn’t be taking requests. If you happened to overlook it, please let me know so I can try and make it more noticeable for anyone who comes along in the future! <3 I’ve actually had a post drafted for a month that I’ve been meaning to post where I reiterate that I don’t take requests and explain why, but I keep forgetting to do it.

Even if I was accepting requests, I don’t really feel comfortable writing something like what you’ve described. I don’t write things about pregnancy, adoption, having kids, trauma, mental disorders, swearing etc. (I don’t swear, so my works reflect that)

I know you said it was okay if I said no (and you were so sweet too aaaa) but I’m sorry 😭 I also just kinda wanted to explain why I’m saying no. Thank you for taking the time to leave this ask though, and thank you for reading my stuff and enjoy it!! 🖤💜 I wanna share more of my BTS stuff here, as I’ve got 3 books worth of imagines over on Wattpad that I hope to go through and share here in the future

#chats with lila

[stvrchaser]

second chances

( pairing ) : sparrow!ben hargreaves x umbrella!gn reader 

( about ) : the brellies lost ben, but the sparrows lost the reader. the two reunite, but ben doesn’t seem so eager to catch up.

( warnings ) : angst, they actually hate each other – ben is a pain in the ass, the reader is no better, no happy ending bc they never resolve the problem… happy reading!

( words ) : 1800

( note ) : the person who requested this scenario asked for angst and i took that personally… anyway, the dialogue popped up in my head and i just had to write it down. i didn’t specify whether the feelings are romantic or not, so it’s really up to interpretation. also, i think this is the first work i’ve written in the past tense… no clue why i did that but my brain just wouldn’t have it any other way. i hope you guys don’t mind (but please leave your thoughts. i might keep writing in past tense in the future, if you guys prefer it)

*** also im really sorry about any duplicated paragraphs below the cut! i have trouble with this every time but i just can’t seem to get the formatting right :(

People don’t change overnight — everyone knows that. A person is too complex to turn over a new leaf in such a short span of time. Still, you dared to hope.

Things had gone well last night, all things considered. With the influence of alcohol and some newfound optimism for the newly-weds, Ben Hargreeves — the one who seemed to suck the life out of everyone whose oxygen he breathed — had been surprisingly tolerable. You’d hoped for it to last.

A stupid assumption, really.

From the way he stepped out of the elevator, alone, you should have known better than to keep your hopes up.

“Hey. You’re awake,” you greeted him, careful not to sound too chipper. Every second spent with him was calculated; each step held the potential to destroy the progress you’ve made, if any.

“Hey. You’re awake,” you greeted him, careful not to sound too chipper. Every second spent with him was calculated; each step held the potential to destroy the progress you’ve made, if any.

Situated by the kitchen counter, you made the best of what you had to cure a hangover — just a variation of tea, coffee, milk, sugar, and water. You supposed it made sense that your options were so limited. One can’t exactly go grocery shopping when most of the world is in ruins. You poured Ben a cup of tea, anyway. “Is Klaus on his way down?”

“How am I supposed to know?” he snapped. Whatever had been left of you that hoped things would change for the better suddenly retreated. It was as if he’d taken a needle to puncture your hypothetical bubble.

“Oh.” You tried not to sound too bitter. “Sorry. I assumed you guys patched things up after last night. You were practically attached at the hip.”

“There’s nothing to ‘patch up.’ We don’t even know each other.” He was being particularly nasty, spitting words like venom. You refused to stoop down to his level.

“Here. Have some tea,” you offer, setting the cup in front of him. Then, to lighten the mood, you tried to joke. “I don’t think the timeline changed your tastebuds, too.” He didn’t react, at first.

Seconds later, the change in him was almost palpable. It flashed through his eyes and coursed through him with such intensity that you swore you felt something in him snap.

It made him furious that you knew he preferred to take tea over coffee. Even worse, you knew exactly how to brew it. Except, of course, you didn’t know how he takes his tea. He’d never told you that. Well, not this version of you. You knew how to make Ben – the other Ben – his tea. This was just another excuse to compare the two of them again.

“Could you idiots stop smothering me?” He pushed the cup aside, a trail of steam left in its wake. The familiar hint of bergamot was intoxicating. Haunting. It flooded his senses, and while its scent was something he normally welcomed, the circumstance had made it strangely unsettling.

“We’re just trying to get to know you.” That was familiar, too – the infuriating, confounding, expected tone of compassion. One he hadn’t heard in years.

“Take the hint! I don’t want to get to know you. Any of you. I was drunk last night. Klaus kept bothering me. If I was sober, I wouldn’t have—”

Your blood boiled with fury to match his own. The personal jabs at yourself were bad enough, but there was something about the insults directed elsewhere — toward Klaus, of all people — that was simply unacceptable.

“That’s not fair,” you cut him off, your voice suddenly changed. You didn’t sound quite angry, but determined to get your defense across. “Klaus was trying to—”

“I don't care!” His fists slammed against the counter, the teacup trembling as he did. It creates a ripple, resembling that of a storm and the strong wind which might disturb the sea. Had you not been in the eye of the storm, it might have been mesmerizing. “It doesn’t seem like the rest of your siblings do, either. It’s just you and Klaus. You can stop pretending to give a shit. Maybe that’ll get him off my back.”

“Fine,” you surrendered. You meant it this time. “I’ll leave you alone. Just… go easy on Klaus, alright?” But Ben’s mouth kept plowing through your patience, like he didn’t believe you were willing to admit defeat so easily.

That was one thing they didn’t have in common, this stranger and your friend. Your Ben would have been smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

“You don’t even know me. I’m not your Ben. I’m not pathetic—”

“Stop it.” Your rage punctured through your patience, bleeding out in continuous droplets, steady like the ticking of a clock. “You can say whatever you want about the rest of us, but I won’t let you ruin what we have left to remember him by. Everybody loved Ben. And the fact that they were trying to get to know you meant they could have loved you, too.” You stopped yourself to draw a breath, to express your disbelief and to keep your voice steady. “Hell, they probably still do. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been a dick this entire time. Right now, you’re the closest thing we have.” The explanation only upset him.

“You sure have a fucked up way of showing it. When you walked into the Academy, what were you planning to do? Erase us out of existence? And now that you can’t do that you’re trying to play nice so we’ll do whatever you say? You don’t love me — whatever that means to you people. You probably didn’t even love your Ben.”

You had the urge to send the steaming cup flying into him so that he might feel the way his words burn. You settle and retaliate in the closest fashion.

“I’m not playing some sort of game here. We’re not trying to manipulate you into believing that you’re better off on our side. You have a family. I get that. But have you considered that, maybe, it’s so difficult to believe that we loved you in another timeline because you’ve never felt loved like that here?” Ben tensed, and you knew he considered the possibility. You knew you hurt him, too.

“You’ll say anything to convince me, won’t you?”

Maybe you would have. Maybe, you would stoop so low to exploit his grief just so he could acquaint himself with the guilt and misery you’ve suffered — agony he couldn’t care less about unless, perhaps, he learned to suffer it too.

“You want proof? All of us left the Academy the moment we could. It didn’t matter that we had nothing to our name or… or that didn’t know anything about the world. We left because there wasn’t any reason to stay. But we fell apart way before that. Do you know why? It’s because one of us died. Our Ben died. It was bad enough when Five disappeared, but at least we could hope he was somewhere out there. We could hope that we might see him again. We buried Ben’s body. And we were so distraught that we let it tear us apart. We would have done anything to have him back, even for just a day. We still want to, to make up for every year we wasted when he was around and didn’t prove to him that we loved him. We would do anything to make up for every year we’ve grieved after we lost him. If you’d just give us the chance, we could show you.”

“No! You leave me out of this. You fucked up the first time around. That’s on you. I’m not gonna be your second chance or whatever to make you feel better about yourselves. You’re just upset because we pulled ourselves together.”

His words struck hard, leaving lacerations the size of rivers in jagged topography. Had the damage been physical, you were sure it would have bled you to death. But it wasn’t. Somehow, that made it worse.

Somehow, bearing the truth in mind prolonged a bleeding heart. And it wouldn’t stop so long as you lived.

“You know what, you’re right. I’m pretty fucking upset about that, too.” Ben looked surprised. You thought it might have been the only expression you’d ever seen on him, aside from bitterness. “I died in this timeline, didn’t I? I died for the same reason you did. But look at all of you.” You might have laughed. Or sobbed. But a noise escaped you for just a split second, and Ben seemed to realize what you were suggesting. “The Sparrow Academy stays standing, even after what happened to me, didn’t it? I’m the one you didn’t care about.”

“Don’t turn this around.”

“No,” you hiss through gritted teeth. “You don’t get to belittle my family because we miss our brother. You don’t get to think you’re so much better when the only reason you’ve gotten this far is because you don’t give a shit about anyone else.” You let your tears fall, but your demeanor never faltered, not even as you approached him, eyes ablaze. “Being cold and heartless might have given you an upper hand, but that does not make you better than me.”

He leaned closer, still seated on the stool. Mocking. With only a marble countertop setting you feet apart, the end of the world wasn’t consuming the rest of the world outside. 

Damn the Kugelblitz, really. The end of the world should have started in that room.

“No, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re all weak. You never stood a chance. You were always going to fall apart.”

“At least I’m trying to get it together. I’m trying to piece my family back together. I tried to get to know you because I thought, somewhere in there, I could find Ben. My Ben. I just wanted my family whole again. But you? You don’t even care that I’m here.”

He shouldn’t, he thought. It didn’t matter that you and the Y/N he knew had so much in common — more than he and the other Ben, anyway. You weren’t the same. Not really. You never would be.

“Because you’re not Y/N. They would have never been so pathetic.” 

You let out a laugh, dispensed in short breaths, each of which seemed to force him to sink lower into his seat.

“And I’m sure they trusted you with their life, didn’t they?” 

Your voice sounded patronizing, but held a greater cruelty than you imagined. While impossible to envision, you had meant to this stranger as much as Ben had meant to you. Suggesting that the sentiment wasn’t returned… 

Well, it would haunt him as Ben’s death haunted you. 

“I’m sure they felt comfortable enough, safe enough, to be vulnerable around you. A cold, selfish bastard.”

“You don’t know anything,” his voice trembled. He looked pale. Undone.

Distraught.

You delivered the final blow.

“I know that no version of myself would have ever trusted, much less loved, someone like you.”

#recovering from a writing block #of course the first thing i write is angst #neither of them are cooperating #it’s a shitshow #the umbrella academy #sparrow ben x y/n #sparrow ben x you #sparrow ben x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x you #angst #no happy ending #tua netflix #netflix

[give-grian-rights]

I joined an frc team

-GRABS YOU-

hello and welcome to the first day of the rest of your life . first robotics competition CHANGES YOUR BRAIN CHEMICALS

you want to survive? LETS DO THIS

1: NO MATTER WHAT try and stick it out. Get the grades, get the hours, get the permission to travel to at least ONE competition- especially one that stays in a hotel, since I know some teams will skip out on hotels for events close to them. I don't think ANYONE, in any scenario, should say "this isn't for me" until they go and experience one full event.

2: if you don't use deodorant YOU WILL BE EXECUTED . no matter what your job is, there is going to be at least ONE point throughout the day where you are shoulder-to-shoulder with someone . if theres a time to be self conscious its then . use Convention rules as reference

3:you will be tempted to fucking come out of the closet at least at one point . you do NOT KNOW how much it hurt to skip out on a cool write-your-own-pronouns pin because i refused to use she/her and wasn't comfortable writing any. proceed with caution as you see fit.

4: are you surprised by number four? YOU SHOULDNT BE the women. ohh the women are so pretty. my entire high school (aka: less than a year ago) was me being OUTRAGOUSLY STUPID whenever i saw a fem presenting person . oh my god. oh my god they are all so hot. and then those hot students become hot volunteers and alumni and the gay never leaves. there was a trans woman mentor at one competition she rocked we talked with her for like an hour

5: if your team. goes to far competitions. TAKE A BLANKET AND PILLOW. new kids sometimes do NOT get this memo. do it. get silly with it, to what your team permits. our team, being older than me myself, gave up . . most rules. involving the bus. for better or worse.

6: bring a hoodie. i dont care where you go. bring not just a blanket, but a hoodie. so worse comes to worse you can put it on the floor and sleep. that was a fun 8 hour bus ride.

7: if you have a remotely decent team. you will be killed on site if you cuss at a competition. one kid's "bad" or immature behavior can lead to your entire team being disqualified to any award not related to robot performance.

8: LEARN HOW TO EAT AT LEAST ONE BASIC FOOD. this one might be silly but it could've killed me (dramatic). eat pizza. even if you have to take off the cheese just. figure out a way its worth it. FIND SOMETHING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST. at least one breakfast food, for if you're at a hotel that serves you. experiment a little. find something that works for you.

9: exercise what free stuff you take with caution . i have probably ten-fifteen pounds of buttons and pins, and i do not. genuinely do not. think thats an exaggeration.

10: headphones . soft, subtle earbuds. battery packs. and a BACKPACK. my senior year, i composed myself of:

fanny pack, attached to it my wallet which had a buckle, so i could easily access my money. a change purse also attachable, so i have somewhere for coins obviously.

reusable, collapsing drinking cup

a folded up draw-string bag, for hoodies, or eccentric amount of free stuff

one to two battery packs with a charger. if you have friends (or want to make some), consider having other types of chargers too!

wall outlet plug, incase i need to charge at a venue

miniature hairbrush

hand sanitizer

gum. a great way to make friends

a folded up sandwich bag with various medicines, and a piece of paper that describe which each medicine is (ibuprofen, anxiety meds, etc).

i genuinely considered wearing two fannypacks at the same time. also, tying your hoodie around your waist for extra storage works too.

AND MY PERSONAL FAVORITE HACK:

tampon box . your venue bans outside food or drink? tampon box with pads and tampons on top. contraband inside. almost NEVER looks. better to put it with team stuff like scouting equipment and spirit gear but a worthy inclusion. Same goes for if you have a backpack with pockets!

put food/drinks at the bottom, menstrual products on top. doesn't matter what you present as. lie. say your girlfriend needed it since she doesn't carry a bag with her to competitions. putting SOFT STUFF that mumbles wrappers crinkling also helps, like an extra hoodie. though I personally wouldn't matter to much about that, since competitions are LOUD especially when you're entering the venue when the doors first open.

a lot of the time though, security aren't too bothered. especially if you dont make it obvious.

this is my first robotics season as a college student. i don't like my team enough to go back, but god. god do i fucking love this program.

#first robotics competition #frc #omgrobots #mika-posts

[whisker-biscuit]

SlyFox Day 5: Lost

Peril, kidnapping

(Part 1)

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“You know I would only call you under the direst of circumstances.”

The familiar nasally voice on Carmelita’s personal cellphone was a shock to her system. She stiffened where she was sitting at an outside café and immediately looked all around her for any sign of a familiar gray and blue shadow that might be watching her.

“Bentley, how the hell did you get this number?” She hissed when nothing came up, phone practically pressed against her mouth.

“Please, Inspector, let’s not act like that’s a hard thing for me to do.” The brains of the Cooper Gang said it as a statement of fact instead of a brag, and he was probably the only person in the world who could do so sincerely. “But I promise I didn’t invade your privacy without very good reason. I need your help.”

The fox would have laughed out loud if she wasn’t too busy getting enraged. “And why on earth should I help you?”

“Sly’s gone missing.”

Those words made the world stop. Carmelita froze, staring at her phone in disbelief.

“…What?”

“He’s missing, and I need your help to find him.”

Her mind struggled to make sense of what the turtle was saying. Sly Cooper, missing? He didn’t go missing – he intentionally disappeared right when she was closing in on him, and then he conveniently reappeared just when she was starting to write his trail off as cold.

Cooper didn’t go missing, and he most certainly didn’t go missing from his gang. It was such an impossible scenario that her mouth ran on autopilot with the first thing that popped into her head.

“I’m off duty today.”

There was a long, awkward pause on the other end of the line. The inspector wanted to kick herself.

“…I didn’t actually know that,” Bentley admitted after another few seconds, sounding as surprised as she felt over there being knowledge he didn’t have. “But the fact remains that you’re still our best chance at getting him back.”

She frowned, confused. “You do realize I’d find him just to arrest him, right? Why aren’t you or Murray doing it?”

“We’re not exactly…in the vicinity right now,” he said, stiff and careful, making every detective instinct in her perk up. “He was visiting a rather popular club a few blocks from where you are right now, based on a…a suggestion from who he thought was a reliable, uh, friend, before I could verify a few things.”

Carmelita didn’t ask him how he knew where she was at this very moment but had somehow missed that she wasn’t on the clock. She turned Bentley’s “innocent” explanation over in her mind; Cooper had been scoping out a potential new mark, based on information given by an outside contact, and that contact had most likely betrayed them. She leaned back in her seat and stared at the fancy awning over the café’s front.

“So…Cooper rushed into something without thinking, and you two are too far away to save his tail, so you need my help?” She deduced.

“Yes!” The relief in the turtle’s voice was striking. “Yes, that’s exactly it. I know you’re both close enough and capable enough to pull it off as soon as possible, which is why I’m calling you first.”

“Uh-huh. What happens if I say no and tell you to leave me out of it?”

“Time is of the essence, here, Inspector. Please, I’m actually begging you!” That relief was quickly turning into panic as he seemed to realize she might actually refuse. She wondered what was so scary that he preferred to let his best friend get arrested over whatever mess they’d stumbled into.

“I’m going to need a little more than that if I’m going to risk my job for a criminal, you know,” she pressed. “Why are you so worried? What has Cooper gotten himself into?”

For almost an entire minute, there was no answer, and Carmelita was just about to hang up when Bentley spoke again, very quietly and very, very scared.

“We were investigating a potential trafficking ring. We were told by our contact that club was a front, and Sly said he wanted to check it out last night. I haven’t heard from him in nearly twelve hours, Carmelita.”

Oh, fuck.

The fox stood up abruptly. “Tell me the address right now.”

She was already sprinting before the words had finished leaving Bentley’s mouth.

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Carmelita was no stranger to skirting the line when it came to entering places that she wasn’t technically allowed in. It was something she’d learned not to split hairs over through the years of chasing a certain thief just about everywhere she possibly could. Warrants were great, of course, but she had long-stopped herself from feeling guilty over not having one when too many people with money and power stalled the process just long enough to sweep away any hint of wrong-doing before she could pin them down.

It was this carefully-practiced logic she firmly held onto when she entered the club and then crept into the backrooms. She wasn’t doing it as an officer, per se, but as a civilian. A nosy civilian who’d just heard a rumor about someone she knew having last been seen here and then not at all.

A perfectly normal thing for a civilian to do, surely.

The fox was on high alert the moment she crossed the threshold into the “employees only” section of the building, worried about getting caught for a lot more reasons than a reprimand by Barkley about it later. She noted, with only a little surprise, that there were no cameras anywhere – not back here nor in the club proper. An oddity in the modern age, but if Bentley’s information had been true, then it made a lot of sense that a place like this wouldn’t want even the chance of digital recordings of their wrongdoing.

Maybe it was because the place wasn’t very busy when she’d shown up, but she encountered no one as she moved down the long hallways and peeked into rooms. It made her uneasy, and it also made her wonder whether the supposed contact that had betrayed the Cooper Gang was expecting someone to come looking for their missing leader. She could be walking right into a trap.

The inspector shook her head to clear her doubts. Even if it was a trap, she was just going to have to risk it to save Cooper.

To arrest Cooper.

Another turn or two, and she came across a door that was locked – the very first of its kind. It was also an old door, though, which made it very easy to open with a few strong shoves. Carmelita looked back and forth to make sure no one had been alerted by the noise, then poked her head through the doorway.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

There was Sly Cooper, in crumpled plainclothes no doubt from his attempted infiltration last night. He was sitting with his back against the far wall, and the room was so dark she almost didn’t see his hands in his lap. His handcuffed, trembling hands that were trying and failing to pick the lock with clumsy fingers.

The clumsiness was the second thing to tell her that something was very, very wrong. The first was that he hadn’t seemed to realize she had even opened the door and was now standing dumbfounded in front of him.

Cooper was a lot of things, but unobservant was not one of them.

Carmelita bit her lip and threw a cautious look over her shoulder, where the hallway remained empty. Her attention was drawn back to the raccoon when his hold on his lockpick slipped and he let out a loud, frustrated noise. That third oddity – the fact that he had made a noise at all when she had seen him tank shock pistol shots with nothing more than a hiss – was finally enough to push her towards a decision.

“Cooper,” she said, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind her.

He visibly startled – another bad sign – and looked up at her with his mouth twisted into a snarl and the pupils of his eyes blown impossibly wide even in the dark. There was no recognition on his face at all.

“B’ck’ff,” he slurred, drawing his legs up to his chest in a threat to kick. The movement was just as uncoordinated as his lockpicking.

Things clicked into place with revolting clarity. Carmelita held her hands up in a non-threatening gesture as her mind ran through all the things he might have been drugged with. She tried not to be sick over the situation she’d found herself in. Found him in.

“Ringtail, it’s me. It’s Inspector – it’s Carmelita.” She pronounced each word as clearly as she could. “I’m here to rescue you.”

The thief squinted at her, and it took an alarmingly long time for realization to set in. His unfocused eyes widened as he struggled to get his feet under him.

“C’rml’ta, you c’n’t…be h’re. ‘S n’t – n’t safe.” He said it as though she were the one tied up and strung-out instead of him. “G’tta…g’t out. G’tta go.”

Cooper was trying and failing to stand up as he spoke, and Carmelita hurried forward to catch him before he could crash to the hard floor. She propped him up against her, looping his bound arms around her neck, but all he did was sag towards the ground again. He was almost completely dead-weight in her hold.

“Come on, Cooper,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “We are getting out of here, together, but you have to work with me.”

“Tryin’…” His head lolled onto her shoulder, and she could see him trying to lift his legs instead of letting them drag. “’M tryin’…”

The fox closed her eyes and willed herself to have more patience over something that wasn’t his fault. “I know, Ringtail. I know you are.”

Step by slow, agonizing step, they made their way out of the room, out the back door, and towards safety and freedom.

#slyfox #slyfoxweek #sly cooper #carmelita fox #fanfiction #it's not a true Whisker fic without angst lmao

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i refuse to send these thoughts separately:

who would cas main in league, he wouldnt play isnt an answer the mans gender is at least 25% calling people slurs on mic

okay but what if what if um 🥺👉👈 someone wanted to write a thing but they were super anxious about getting cas’s voice right in part because by the nature of how you share your creative concepts the only solid vibe they get is Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit, hence the cesare big top burger comparison

and fuckin um i forget if ive ever asked, i mostly process cas’s fuckedupedness through a lens of npd, but am more familar with bpd because my own brain garbage is a bit of both and having had many loved ones with bpd, does cas ever fully freak the fuck out in an insecure attachment way trying to make gortash Go Away or trying to leave himself(but coming back generally), might characterize that Oh No Hes Going To Die leaves forever cant handle loss unless he “choses” it meltdown in a similar menthol eelnessTM vein

i especially love thinking about cas being extremely insecure because reality will never live up to his delusions of self importance perfection and grandeur because fun fact :^) a side affect of those thought patterns is constant disappointment in a reality of self that can never meet those expectations :^^^)

casim “i AM perfect or ill DIE” carnavorn

honestly "Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit" is pretty on point here😭😭 I used to say like everyone desires him and then he opens his mouth and theyre like "hmmm yeah idk if this one's worth it chief". Like he has no filter at all but it isn't like he doesn't do it on purpose it's more like he goes out of his way to make sure everyone leaves in a worse mood than before, if that makes sense? Gortash would join in though honestly.... type of situation where Gortash tries to introduce them to some noble family on a party and Cas just drops that some poor girl looks like a fat cow (see this is funnier considering that he stands next to Gortash but ain't nobody gonna say that back) 🙏

aside from that though like.... in private? I suppose this may be more of a tone thing and I'm a VERY mid writer so I couldn't even tell you how I'd show this of the top of my head but I suppose he's more... clearly affectionately teasing? because yeah he obviously stays teasing and calls him a fat bastard in private still and such but it's very obvious if you look at them for a second that it's like a far cry from how he treats everyone else (smth smth his gaze very clearly softens and he allows himself to giggle and you can tell that they have been knowing each other for a long time)

okay sorry im YAPPING but ! ....If you want to write something I'd be over the fucking moon either way honestly like??😭 tbh I think you sound like you get him a lot already but also let me just say additionally... I see Cas as a character that's pretty flexible anyways because he erm... he has mood swings but also doesn't really have smth I'd consider a set speech pattern or something that he needs to sound in character?

anyways concerning the npd/bpd thing I never quite drew a line for him or anything to put him more into one camp but. I mean yeah based on the dying of old age scenario... LMFAOO but also yeah he does. Cas is the type of person that will literally leave the city for months or lock himself in and try to "become a new person" (he literally has moment where he's like "maybe I should just become who Bhaal wants me to be. maybe it would be easier") if there's some dispute with Gortash. It usually ends with Gortash forcing him to meet him again and Cas being something along the lines of "oh my fucking god can I just stop loving you already" but yeagh u know the fact that Gortash is kinda the only person he ever liked or even saw as a friend just makes it worse tbh

and the insecurities/delusions thing? yeah exactly what you said. a lot of his insecurities are insane too tbh like "I can never be what everyone desires" but then he loses it if he's NOT what someone desires, Gortash saying smth along the lines of "I like women too" would be enough to make him walk off a ledge because he can't be that part (smth smth I can be most perfect man on the planes but I'll never be a woman. funnier when u know he could use incubus illusion magic but he refused to his whole life). But anyways yeah as I said once Cas is like... a DEEPLY insecure person at his core even if he'd never admit or think that it shows

anyways after this analysis... Cas plays adc and shits on every support he plays with💯 He mains aphelios because he wants to look at a man but also because he thinks he's better than anyone else for playing a complex champ... hope u see my vison

#blakemail #cas lore #i thinks.... #i think gortash said that ONCE btw just to piss him off but he didnt know to what extent and it genuinely made Cas leave the city #this ones def a deep fucking trauma from his incubus days because of some weird incubus/succubus rivalry that got really out of hand #actually everything is a trauma from that time he got there like when he was a bit TOO YOUNG #fatphobia #mention i suppose