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mayasaurusss · 1 month

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I've been thinking about transmasc!shauna :(((

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A/N: Hi 💗anon! I'm so so sorry I took this long to make this but i was conflicted on two ideas I got, since i didn't know if you wanted a sfw or nsfw headcanon/blurbs or a oneshot so, since I'm so cool and amazing, I did both! So, expect a Transmasc!Shaun oneshot (with a little twist ;) ), to come out in a few days.

Warnings: sfw, short and maybe kinda rushed, ooc Shaun, he is a clumsy and embarrassed boy, he is taller than us here because I said so, beginning of a relationship.

ANON! If you wanted general transmasc Shauna blurbs with more details about you, him and his journey with transition, ask away! I'd be more than happy to do them! I'm sorry if this isn't what you expected, I wasn't completely sure about how to do this but I tried my best!

Shaun who would fall in love with you the first time he sees you reading 'Pride and prejudice' on a bench outside of school.

He is totally smitten with you. He definitely told Jackie right away about his little crush and she, like the best friend she is, made a detailed plan on how to get your attention. And, since Jackie has befriended you -came to your desk after you had just moved schools and, oh so casually asked to be your friend- at the start of the school year (Shaun thinks:"What? She hasn't told me?" with an annoyed look on his face), this could flow all more smoothly.

This detailed plan consists of: Jackie approaching you after class with the intent of asking you to hang out after school, Shaun barging in the conversation asking Jackie something about helping him with literature studies -which Jackie knows is your favorite subject ever in your course-, excusing herself from his demands and asking you to aid her friend. It's perfect, Jackie thinks, Shaun feels this is too much but who is he to complain? Everything goes smoothly till, when he has to act his part in the plan, Shaun accidentally trips on thin air and falls, the contents of his backpack spilling all over the ground and the remains of his coffee staining his papers and shirt.

He is silent, his cheeks getting red with embarrassment. Both him, Jackie and you do not move for a moment, until the first one to move is you. You neatly pick up the papers and books that have fallen near you, meeting his eyes and looking at him with worry, "Are you ok?". His lips feel dry and his blood pressure rises causing him to redden even more than before "U-u-hh I... I am okay...", he feels like he is going to melt on the spot.

When he gets up, you have already helped him with all of his belongings, Jackie hadn't moved at all from her spot, too embarrassed (even if she hadn't been the one to be utterly humiliated in front of her crush). You try to lighten up the situation, joking about it all, Shaun laughs with you but he is in discomfort: the only chance he had to be the 'cool mysterious guy' blew off of his face, leaving a clumsy and stupid version of himself to the girl in front of him. You, on the other hand, don't think of him in that way: sure it was a bit embarrassing, and also funny, but he must've felt really embarrassed so you don't think about it too much.

Sometime passes, Shaun for the first days after closes himself in his room, remembering it all and changing inside his mind what happened. Jackie tries to call him, but he is unreachable; everything is starting to get ridiculous so Jackie rings the bell of Shaun's house and finds before her, her friend emotionally destroyed. She tries to comfort him, but to no avail; he is also angry at her but he won't mention it, otherwise Jackie would never let him hear the end of it. Much to his surprise, Jackie says that you asked him, "Is he ok? I haven't seen him" and "If he still needs help with the exam, I am here". He is very much red by now, the little hairs at the end of his neck standing up and his eyes watery. "...Really?".

When you meet him again, Shaun is tidy, he wears one of his flannel shirts and gray jeans, he has shaved the uneven peach fuzz that grew on his lips due to testosterone, and has a small red cut on the left side of his lip ("Who knows what she likes?" he tells Jackie while messily shaving himself "And besides I don't want to look like a barbarian!" says while unnoticing the small cut that he made. "Ah!" Jackie laughs, "Now you look like you've gotten into a fight with a cat!"). He tries to act cool, despite his total lack of knowledge on how to. When he sits down with you for the study session, the common hall is silent and you have to whisper, causing him to get a bit flustered. Your study session is cut short when you guys start to have an actual full-on conversation; unknowingly, you both start to talk and laugh a bit more loudly than normal, causing both of you to be escorted out of the library. Out, you two forgot completely your duties and spent an entire afternoon hanging out and talking. You notice it's starting to become dark, and when you look at the hour you see that you've lost an entire afternoon of study: you apologize profusely to him, and schedule another meeting. He can't complain, he gets to see you more.

For a while, this is your routine: meeting, trying to study, chatting and losing track of time. Until the exam gets close, so you try to help Shaun as much as possible and, with little to no surprise, he passes the exam. You are so proud of him, very much so, but now there is the little problem of how to see him again; he doesn't need your help again after all, maybe he never did. So you stay silent, hoping he will reach out to you. Unknowingly to you, Shaun feels the exact same, staring at his phone on the nightstand and hoping to receive a call. But none of you make the first step, both too afraid of rejection. That is when Jackie steps in, barging into Shaun's home with new, like Cupid, she strikes him with "She wants to see you again, I think she might like you". He is on cloud nine, his heart pumps fast and it looks like he might die of happines on the spot.

He calls, asking you to meet him at the same bench he saw you sitting on the first time. When you come, he is all giddy and blushy, he tries to rub off his tension from his hands. His voice is struck in his throat, he is the first to talk "I think...I would like to see you again, if it's fine..." you would like to kiss him, you think, but you're not sure he would like it at all, so instead you mutter "Sure...I would like that too'' with a smile. Your eyes met and without notice, you locked lips in a kiss. It's passionate, it's relieving, it's months of feelings and desires all in one kiss. You let out a breathy laugh, causing him to laugh in the kiss with you also, his arms hug your waist and you his neck, impossibly close to one another. He sighs, his heart is speeding and he feels a happines so strong that it almost seems pain,"Thank you, thank you, thank you...", he holds you close and strokes your cheeks “Thank you!".

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader #yellowjackets x you #transmascshauna #shauna shipman #the author regrets everything

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withered--s0uls · 26 days

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Happy April Fools or whatever except I fear this isn't a joke anymore.

Please read the tags or something idk

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sotvtaughtmehowtofeel · 1 year

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The author regrets everything

TW: major character death, child death, suicide, graphic depictions of violence/body horror

This is the only dead dove: do not eat thing I will ever write

I blame @joelxmiller @skoulsons @tlouobsessed but really it's just my fault. I am so sorry.

Joel enters the operating room in Salt Lake City to find that he's too late.

Joel shouldered the door to the operating room open. Ellie was lying on the table, bathed in harsh fluorescent lights. The pulse ox on her finger was beating too quietly for him to hear.

It had to be.

“Unhook her.” He didn’t remove his eyes from her, didn’t even notice how many people were in the room. There was blood.

Oh God, why was there blood?

In the periphery of his vision- he couldn’t look away from Ellie- he saw bloodied gloves move away from her head. He couldn’t see where they’d been, she looked fine- she had to be fine.

“Unhook her.” The voice sounded so far away. He was only vaguely aware it was his.

There was shifting in the periphery of his vision. They were stepping away from her. She wasn’t moving. He rushed forward, setting the gun on the table.

Her skull-

His breath was forced out of him like he’d been hit by a truck. His blood was so cold, colder than her hand when he touched it. She was cold.

“No, babygirl, wake up, babygirl you need to wake up, I’m here, baby, I’ve got you, I’m here, wake up, baby-” the words tumbled out of his mouth as he gripped her hand, touched her face, cupped her cheek, pulled her chin so she’d be looking at him—

Her eyes were open. Glossed over. Sarah had given him the same look after Tommy pulled him away from her. “No, no, baby-” He had no idea when he’d started crying. He couldn’t feel the tears on his cheeks. His lungs had stopped working, a deep burn in his chest building- his heart had stopped.

He’d failed her again. He’d known. He had known. He’d only get her-

“It’s done,” the doctor said quietly, trying to pull Joel away from his babygirl.

His shouted “no!” was echoed by the gunshot. He had fired hadn’t he? Yes. How had he gotten the gun…? He silenced the whimpers in the corner with two more quick shots. Ellie would be silent forever; the world shouldn’t have sound anymore.

“Baby, please, please, baby, I need you to wake up, you gotta tell me some puns, babygirl, I need to hear some puns and you’re the only one- baby, please, wake up, tell me about space, babygirl, where you gonna go once we find you a spaceship?, where we gonna build that sheep ranch, baby-”

He finally saw the piece of her skull they’d removed, lying discarded on a bench next to the operating table. He picked it up delicately, trying to overlay it trying to replace it he had to cover he had to cover her brain oh God her brain

they’d hollowed her out. He had to get her out he had to-

-Ellie jostled gently in his arms as he walked. He was outside, standing on a hill, taller than any around. She had to get to moon. She had to-

-he stared down into the hole in the ground. Dirt and blood caked his arms up to his biceps. It was too shallow it was too small he had to keep digging- he couldn’t look over at her, lying on the ground next to him, but he knew the hole was big enough.

She was too small. He cradled her against him, holding her too tightly. She should be complaining, telling him he was gonna break her ribs-

-the gra- the mound was too small. He had to add more dirt just to make it a mound, just to prove that she was there. His babygirl-

He fell to his knees at her feet, his hand grasping around to find the gun. His eyes were open; he didn’t see anything.

It wasn’t like last time. It wasn’t really that he was ready. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t afraid.

He just wasn’t.

He wasn’t anything. Sarah was gone, Ellie was gone, and so was Joel. He was already dead.

The bullet didn’t matter.

#the last of us #tlou #tw:suicide #tw:child loss #tw:graphic violence #tw:body horror #tw:death #joel miller #ellie williams #i will be returning to fluff now #that is where i am meant to live #the author regrets everything #if you follow me for fluff and are shocked by this i really am sorry #dead dove: do not eat #idk I feel like it's DDDNE but yall tell me if im just sensitive lol #and i just really dont want anyone to be shocked and horrified

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zemkzone · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Top Leonard Snart, Bottom Barry Allen, Crack Treated Seriously, i think it counts as that at least, Established Relationship, they're a pair of geeky idiots, One Shot Collection, Star Trek References, Len hates the 2009 reboot, Idiots in Love, Sappy, coldflash - Freeform, Metahuman Leonard Snart, Barry Allen Is A Human Vibrator, Barry Allen is a Tease, Barry Allen is a Little Shit, Leonard Snart Has a Heart, Leonard Snart Can't Say No to His Speedster, May contain spoilers, Costumes, Costume Kink Series: Part 4 of Sparks in the Ice Summary:

In November 2014, Leonard Snart very loudly declared that he didn't wear costumes. Not five minutes later, Barry convinced him to put on the Captain Cold suit. After allll the drama that followed, here are other times (happier, sappier times) Barry got Len to wear costumes with him.

Or: Leonard Snart is really bad at saying no to his speedster.

Or: Barry Allen knows exactly how to get his semi-reformed thief to do what he wants.

Chapter 1: Star Trek: The Next Generation feat. SDCC 2016

#crack treated seriously #coldflash #barry allen #leonard snart #star trek #the flash #captain cold #cw the flash #what have i done #the author regrets everything #the author regrets nothing #au #oneshot #collection of oneshots #len as a vulcan #this is all Tal's fault

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sparkymalone · 4 months

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Hey. Are you guys ready for something...

~*questionable*~?

Title: The One Filled With Despair (alternative title: The One With Murder-Fucking)(alternative title that isn't stupid: Black Widow)

Pairing: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Izuru Kamukura

Rating: Filthy smut

Word Count: 3468

CONTENT WARNING: Sex, violence, literal murder-fucking. I am so sorry.

There was something freeing about giving in to despair. There were no rules or restrictions, no societal guidelines, nothing to tie you down at all. No expectations or responsibilities. No parental disapproval. Once you gave in to despair, you were completely free.

Fuyuhiko had never felt free before. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling. Not having to worry about his family or the clan. Not having to care what his father thought of him. Not having to put all of that before himself.

It was the first time he really, truly got to be himself.

He didn't need to put up a strong front anymore, because he didn't give a shit if anyone thought he was fit to lead the clan. He would just have Peko take care of anyone who opposed him. Besides, he was the only one left to lead, since he already killed his shithead parents.

He didn't need to pretend he didn't like cute shit, or sweets, or any of his other “embarrassing” interests, because who would be stupid enough to judge him now?

He didn't need to deny his sexuality anymore, either, for the same reasons. No one would dare say anything about him being gay now. And his father's approval didn't mean shit if he was dead. He was free to be as sinful as he wanted.

After the initial wave of violence and mayhem that the Remnants of Despair wreaked across the country, they were all mostly left to their own devices. They crossed paths from time to time, but for the most part, they all pursued their own desires, however dark or taboo those desires might be.

Fuyuhiko had the entire criminal underground at his beck and call, and Peko by his side to make sure his orders were obeyed. He had never felt so confident, so powerful, and the feeling gave him the courage to finally face his own wants.

He started small, approaching underlings he found attractive and yanking them into rough kisses. He took note of which ones responded positively, and once he built up enough courage, he took things further.

One evening, after a long day of mayhem and murder, Fuyuhiko called one of his underlings to his room. He wasted no time in seducing the man, sitting on his cock, and riding him until his virgin hole was too sore for him to walk. The underling had left confused but satisfied.

This began a long streak of sleeping with any of the men in the clan who expressed interest in Fuyuhiko. He would put out an open invitation, wait for one of the men to come to his room, and then ride them for all they were worth. Sex quickly became his favorite emotional outlet, the only thing that felt better than violence.

The first time he killed one of his lovers, it was an accident. In a moment of passion, he had wrapped his hands around the other man's neck. When his orgasm hit, he squeezed without thinking, and when he finally came down from his high, the man was limp and lifeless on top of him.

He panicked at first. Not because he had killed someone; at that point killing was second nature to him. He panicked because he had wasted a perfectly good lover like that… and he had enjoyed it.

It didn't take long for Fuyuhiko to try doing it again. He wrapped his hands around another sexual partner's throat, purring about how good he was going to make him feel. Then, while in the throes of climax, he strangled the life out of the other man. It felt fucking incredible, and Fuyuhiko had to stop himself from running out to find another lover that same night.

He was only able to do it a few more times before word began spreading through the clan. Finding a lover for the night became much harder, since none of the men wanted to get murdered. Fuyuhiko tried ordering them to fuck him, which worked, but that wasn't a permanent solution.

Eventually Fuyuhiko realized that, if he wanted the orgasmic rush of killing a lover, he was going to have to find partners elsewhere. He thought about tracking down some of the other Remnants, but that seemed like too much work. He tried using any Future Foundation members his men captured alive, but quickly discovered that it wasn't as fun if his partner wasn't willing.

So he formulated a new plan. On nights when he needed a lover, he would venture out into the streets alone (with Peko shadowing him, of course). He would target any soldiers or rioters out by themselves and see if he could lure them into his trap. His success rate was surprisingly high.

Fuyuhiko would lead his victim to a private location, fuck them, and kill them mid-climax. His favorite method was slitting his partner's throat while riding their cock, watching their lifeblood spill out of them as they spilled inside of him, but he would change it up from time to time.

Sometimes he would allow his lover to take him from behind, and when he felt his orgasm approaching, he would signal for Peko to stab the other man. She wasn't a fan of that method, but frankly, Fuyuhiko didn't give a shit. Feeling his lover's warm blood on his back while their hot cum filled his insides was positively euphoric.

One evening, while he was on the prowl, he encountered a familiar face. It took him a moment to remember where he knew the man from, but he realized he had run into him during the initial chaos.

Izuru Kamukura.

He was alone, standing stock-still atop a building, watching some sort of battle unfolding in the street below. Fuyuhiko stared up at him for a few minutes before making up his mind.

Making his way up to the rooftop, Fuyuhiko approached the stoic man. “Fancy meeting you here,” he called as he drew nearer.

Kamukura barely turned his head to look at him. “I suppose.”

Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow, stopping next to the other man. “You don't normally come around. I would've seen you.”

Kamukura made a soft noise of acknowledgement, but said nothing.

After a long moment of silence, Fuyuhiko gritted his teeth. “So what the fuck are you doing here?”

The other man looked back down at the battle waging in the street. “Wandering.”

Now Fuyuhiko was getting annoyed. “Can you fuckin' elaborate a little? Christ, it's like I'm talking to a wall.”

Kamukura’s eyes flitted up to look at the yakuza leader, but he didn't turn his head. “I don't need to explain myself to you. It would be tedious.”

“Let me rephrase that,” Fuyuhiko growled. “Explain your ass, now, or get the fuck out of my territory.”

With a sigh, Kamukura finally faced him. “I am simply wandering. Observing the chaos. Trying to find something that isn't boring.”

Fuyuhiko studied him for a long moment. The man was really starting to piss him off. He had some nerve, distracting Fuyuhiko while he was on the prowl-

The yakuza leader suddenly remembered his purpose and started looking at Kamukura in a new light. He was a pain in the ass, but he was pretty nice to look at. A grin slowly spread across Fuyuhiko's face and his one golden eye glinted with malice.

“I have a way to entertain you,” he teased, moving forward to run a hand up Kamukura’s chest.

The long-haired man slowly furrowed his brow, as though he hadn't needed to express concern in a long time. He looked warily down at the hand that was now toying with his necktie. “What do you mean?”

Fuyuhiko’s smile grew. “Wanna fuck?”

Kamukura's expression shifted to one of almost-surprise. It was the most emotion Fuyuhiko had seen on him. “...Interesting.”

He didn't say anything else, so Fuyuhiko moved closer, gripping the front of his jacket. “Is that a yes?”

Kamukura seemed to be thinking about it, or maybe he just didn't want to respond. Fuyuhiko certainly couldn't tell. Finally, the taller man spoke. “...Yes.”

Feeling a rush of glee, Fuyuhiko used his grip on his clothes to crash his mouth into Kamukura's. He kissed him roughly, attacking with teeth and tongue while the other man stood there passively.

When he pulled away, Fuyuhiko glared up at his partner. “You better not just fuckin' starfish it, you hear me? Fuck me right or don't waste my time.”

“I will participate as much as I need to,” Kamukura responded, once again with no elaboration.

Fuyuhiko was getting used to it, though, and simply rolled his eyes. He grabbed the other man's tie and used it as a leash to pull him towards the stairs. “Let's go somewhere else.”

Kamukura remained unmoving for a moment before following behind the shorter man.

Initially, Fuyuhiko had planned on just leading the other man to the first secluded spot he could find, but he changed his mind. Somehow this felt different from seducing some random rioter, and as such, he decided that this deserved to be done in his own bed.

Kamukura's corpse would make such a good trophy, after all.

Fuyuhiko dragged the other man back to his base and straight to his room. Once they were inside, he locked the door behind them and shoved Kamukura towards the bed. He followed behind, swiftly shedding his own clothes.

Now completely nude, Fuyuhiko put his hands on his hips, glaring at Kamukura, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully-clothed. “Aren't you gonna take your clothes off?”

The long-haired man gave a slight shake of his head. “There's no need. Fully undressing would be a waste of energy.”

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes, but didn't push the issue, choosing to straddle Kamukura's lap instead. “You're a real romantic, huh?”

“I don't believe romance has anything to do with this,” Kamukura replied snidely.

The yakuza leader let out a sharp laugh. “That's true.” He rocked his hips forward, grinding against the man underneath him, draping his arms around his neck. “Mmn… at least get your dick out.”

The taller man swiftly unbuttoned his pants, moving the fabric just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Fuyuhiko excitedly looked down, eager to see what he was working with.

“Wow,” he purred. “Look at this fuckin' thing…” He reached down, grasping Kamukura's cock and stroking it roughly. It was much more impressive than Fuyuhiko had expected, longer and thicker than his usual partners, and he felt his hole clench in anticipation.

Kamukura's hands came to rest on the blonde's hips, pulling him closer. “Do you have lubrication?”

Fuyuhiko snorted, jerking his partner with long languid strokes. “Don't need it.” He gave the other man a filthy grin. “I like a little pain with my pleasure, don't you?”

Raising an eyebrow, Kamukura said nothing. Instead, he guided Fuyuhiko's hips into place above his cock.

The yakuza leader caught his meaning immediately and gladly began lowering himself. He felt the head of Kamukura's erection pushing against his entrance for a moment before it slipped inside of him. Fuyuhiko let out a hiss of pain that quickly turned into a depraved moan. Being stretched so suddenly without lube hurt, but the pain mixed with pleasure in a heady combination that Fuyuhiko craved.

He keened at the intense sensation, slowly sinking all the way down Kamukura's cock until he was fully seated in his lap. Fuyuhiko chuckled low in his throat, running his tongue over his teeth. He looked up at his lover, eye wild. “Mmh… you're fuckin' huge…!”

Kamukura was watching him, as expressionless as ever. The only visible signs that he was feeling anything at all were his flushed cheeks and parted lips. He tightened his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips slightly, pulling him down hard, making sure he was buried as deep as possible.

Fuyuhiko groaned, obligingly grinding down onto Kamukura's dick, relishing in the stinging sensation. “Nng… Fuck, that's good,” he breathed. He grinned at his partner, rolling his hips. “‘M gonna ride you till you break.”

The taller man reached one hand up to curl around the back of Fuyuhiko's neck, pulling him closer. “You talk too much,” he growled before pulling the blonde into a bruising kiss.

It was the first time Kamukura had actively kissed him, and Fuyuhiko moaned excitedly. He kissed back, licking and biting at the other man's mouth as he slowly raised his hips. He lifted himself almost to the tip of Kamukura's cock, then slammed himself back down. The force of it punched a sharp moan out of him.

Fuyuhiko began bouncing on Kamukura's lap, plunging the other man's sizable cock into himself over and over. He moaned loudly, tugging at his partner's lips with his teeth.

Kamukura kept a tight hold on the smaller man's hips, pulling him down hard on each bounce. After a few minutes, he started bucking his hips up to meet each of Fuyuhiko's movements. His breathing was becoming more ragged, but he stayed mostly silent.

“Hah… Is this still ‘boring’?” Fuyuhiko asked between moans, rolling his hips down roughly. Kamukura didn't respond, so Fuyuhiko leaned in, kissing and biting the other man's neck, making sure to leave marks. “Moan, you bastard,” he growled.

His partner gave an indiscernible noise, but otherwise said nothing. He continued thrusting up into Fuyuhiko, however, so the yakuza leader decided it was fine.

It didn't take long for Fuyuhiko to near the edge. The sheer size of Kamukura's cock had it pressed against the smaller man's prostate with every thrust. He keened, bouncing harder in Kamukura's lap. “Oh fuck… I'm already getting close…!” He smirked hungrily at his partner, thinking about the best way to kill him. All he needed was for the long-haired man to come inside him and then his life was forfeit.

But he couldn't tell if Kamukura was close to coming. His expressionless face gave nothing away. Hell, Fuyuhiko could barely tell if he was enjoying the sex at all. It didn't help that his thoughts were being clouded by his own impending orgasm.

Finally, he decided to just ask. “Mmn… Does it feel good?” he purred, still riding his partner hard.

“Yes,” was the simple response, but from the way his hips bucked, it seemed like Kamukura was really enjoying himself.

Fuyuhiko moaned again, teetering dangerously on the edge. “A-Are you close?”

The other man was silent, and, for a moment, Fuyuhiko worried that he wasn't going to answer again. Kamukura finally replied, “Not yet.”

“What the fuck?” The blonde gasped as his lover's cock hit a particular sensitive spot. “Ahn…! Why not?!”

Kamukura's piercing red eyes focused on his face. “...I am… unsure,” he admitted. “It still feels very good.”

Fuyuhiko let out a frustrated whine. He was barely keeping his own orgasm at bay. “You… Mmn! You piece of shit,” he groaned. “You better fuckin' cum in me!”

The taller man furrowed his brow slightly, clearly thinking about something. He tightened his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips, pulling him down and holding him there. Before the blonde could protest, Kamukura flipped them over so that he was on top, pinning Fuyuhiko underneath him. He gave an experimental thrust, drawing a sharp moan from his partner.

“Oh fuck!” Fuyuhiko gasped. As soon as Kamukura began thrusting continuously, the smaller man felt his orgasm crash over him. He arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a loud moan, hands fisting in the sheets. It was the hardest he had ever climaxed without killing his partner.

Kamukura didn't let up, thrusting harder into Fuyuhiko's body. He made a soft noise as he watched him unravel. He sat up on his knees, gripping Fuyuhiko's waist as he fucked into him. His hips were the only part of his body that was moving, snapping forward in a perfect rhythm.

Fuyuhiko whined and squirmed, feeling oversensitive, but he didn't want Kamukura to stop. He wanted so much more, and he eagerly raised his hips to take his partner even deeper. “H-Holy shit…!” he moaned, grasping the sheets above his head.

His partner squeezed his waist a little tighter and continued pounding into him. Kamukura's emotionless facade was finally starting to crack - he was gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow, fully concentrated on how the other man felt wrapped around his cock.

“Nnh… ‘zat feel good~?” Fuyuhiko slurred, giving his lover a fucked-out grin. “You gonna cum in me~?”

“...Yes,” Kamukura replied breathlessly. “I'm getting close.”

The blonde clenched around him excitedly, moaning as he hit his sweet spot again. “Fuck yeah! Mmn, gimme your fuckin' cum!”

Kamukura closed his eyes and focused, chasing his climax while also driving Fuyuhiko towards a second orgasm.

Keening, Fuyuhiko rocked into each thrust. His body had never felt so incredible. He thought once more about how to kill Kamukura, but with the haze of lust over his mind, it was difficult to focus. Honestly, he was starting to reconsider the idea of murdering the other man, at least for now. If he was alive, that meant that he could fuck Fuyuhiko stupid like this again, which was way more appealing than the temporary rush of killing his lover.

So, even as his second climax approached, Fuyuhiko's hands stayed tangled in the bed sheets instead of around his partner's throat.

Kamukura was still pounding into him, face flushed and breath ragged, and his rhythm was slowly becoming more erratic. His eyes opened and he looked down at Fuyuhiko, watching the smaller man squirm. “I'm going to cum,” he announced in a low, thick voice.

Fuyuhiko felt his hole twitch around his partner, more than ready to be filled. “Hahh, yes! Cum for me…!”

Within moments, Kamukura was slamming himself deep into Fuyuhiko's body, hips flush against his backside. He let out a low groan as he came deep inside of his lover. The feeling of hot cum coating his insides had Fuyuhiko in the throes of a second orgasm and he arched off the bed, a long, loud moan pouring out of his mouth.

Eventually they both collapsed, exhausted. Fuyuhiko curled around Kamukura, kissing and caressing him, desperate for affection in the wake of his orgasm. Kamukura didn't push him away, but he also didn't reciprocate.

Finally, the blonde settled down, pressing his body against Kamukura's side. “Fuck, that was good,” he breathed, a soft smirk playing on his lips. “Heh, it's been a while since I fucked someone without killing them.”

Kamukura chose not to respond as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“You should be thankful, y’know,” Fuyuhiko told him, rolling on top of the other man to keep him in place. “Since I didn't kill you.”

“You wouldn't have been able to,” Kamukura replied. It was stated as a fact, not bragging or challenging.

Fuyuhiko let out a sharp laugh. “You wouldn't even have seen it coming.”

The long-haired man easily flipped his lover onto his back and grabbed him by the throat before he could react. He watched anger and arousal flash in Fuyuhiko's eye. “You wouldn't have been able to,” Kamukura repeated quietly. He released the other man's neck.

Growling, Fuyuhiko rubbed his throat. “Fine, whatever. I'm beginning to think I should've tried.” Switching gears almost immediately, he wrapped his arms and legs around Kamukura, pulling him down on top of him. “Make it up to me by fucking me again.”

Kamukura raised an eyebrow, easily prying himself out of Fuyuhiko's grasp. “Were two orgasms not enough for you?”

Fuyuhiko felt a little thrill at the fact that the other man had taken notice of how many times he came. “You can never have too many,” he teased, tugging on Kamukura's tie. “Come on, you liked it, too!”

But the long-haired man was climbing to his feet. “No. Regardless of how enjoyable that was, I have no desire to stay.” He walked to the door, ignoring Fuyuhiko's pouting, but he paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Perhaps I'll come back sometime. You are… interesting.” And then he walked out.

“Don't fuckin' bother!” Fuyuhiko shouted angrily, tossing a pillow at the open door, but by then Kamukura was already gone.

The yakuza leader fell back against the pillows in a huff. Maybe he shouldn't have let the other man live. But he had mentioned coming back, so maybe it would end up being worth it in the end. Fuyuhiko certainly hoped so.

He idly reached down and ran his fingers through the mess currently leaking out of him. He moaned softly as he touched his sore hole, and a smile spread across his face. That had easily been the best sex of his life, and he hadn't even had to kill his lover to feel that way.

Interesting, indeed.

I've had this idea for such a long time but never wanted to actually write it down, because it's awful lmao.

But for some reason, my headcanon for the Remnants is that they all went a little wild, beyond the murder and mayhem. Like, at least some of them probably did weird sex stuff, you know? They were teenagers who suddenly had the world at their feet. Hormones plus power trip plus (temporary) insanity? Weird sex stuff.

And I think Fuyuhiko would at least experiment a little. He had his own emotions and desires under such tight control for so long, so when he fell to despair, it was his chance to finally do what he wanted. Not to mention the fact that his parents probably wouldn't be thrilled about him being gay, so getting them out of the way allowed him to explore his sexuality.

And I'm sure Izuru just feels shoehorned in there. I have no idea how to write him, but I had to try and work some Kuzuhina (or in this case, Kamukuzu) into the story.

Anyway, I'm sorry for this. If you read my whole-ass note down here, thank you, and please don't judge me too harshly lmaooo

#danganronpa #sdr2 #kamukuzu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #izuru kamukura #fanfiction #the author regrets everything #hope you wanted some nonsense today #sparky writes

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grosslyoversimplifiedpolitics · 2 years

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[ID: The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, (i have two sides-)]

#ao3 #ao3 tags #submission #submitted tag #ao3 tag #The Author Regrets Nothing #The Author Regrets Everything #(i have two sides-)

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kelsier-kitten · 9 months

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Eviscerated

I saw people die at the hands of those we were told were enemies. I saw them die at our hands too. I watched good people, people I thought of as family, killed without mercy. I watched the life leave their eyes and felt a little of mine go with it. That’s not something you come back from, not the same at least.

So this is us, not the us that you watched leave, with dreams of honor and comradery shining in our eyes, nor the us you watched return, with heads bowed low and no will to fight or even to live. No, this is the us that finally saw through the wool you had pulled over our eyes and decided to burn it all away, speaking to you now. You lied to us. You sent us into a battle we never should have fought, but now we’re back, and we’re going to fight like you trained us to, only this time we’ll be fighting against you. So run. Run like the cowards you are, because when we find you, we’ll make you regret the day you forced us together because that day, you made us strong, you gave us something, someone, to fight for. That’s the day you sealed your fate. Now we won’t stop until you are just like them. Eviscerated.

#stories #dramatic monologues #I wrote this for two OCs in a fanfic prologue to a kids show #the author regrets nothing #the author regrets everything #fanfiction

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definitely18 · 10 months

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Me a few weeks ago: *sees fanart of King Orange having the Rainbow Gang + Gold as his kids* Hehe Mango has 7 children. Oh my god, there's 7 twigs. Mango Tango and The 7 Sticks?! Oh that's a great fic idea! I'm surprised I haven't encountered a fairytale au of it yet.

Me now: It was suppose to just be Mango Tango and The Seven Sticks. Sleeping Orchid was suppose to be a funny spin on Purple's canon backstory because of a part in the ending. I did not mean to involve the AvA sticks to this too. Why did I decide the twigs should have backstories too. Why the hell is there so much lore and an entire timeline of this fairytale au?! ...This is just a repeat of that Sk8 fairytale au I had months ago!

#avm #ava #fairytale au #the author regrets nothing #the author regrets everything #at the rate that I am going I probably will never finish it #i really do want to finish it before releasing everything on ao3 though

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ivlenyxx · 10 months

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Comfort on New Year's Eve (Fengqing oneshot)

“Why did I ever agree to this?”

Mu Qing asks himself as he stares up into the night sky, the loud noise of people partying behind him echoing to where he was standing on the balcony.

Mu Qing sighs and takes out his phone, unlocking it and staring at all the messages that his mother had left him.

Mama

Mama: 我個乖仔點啊? 喺大學讀得開唔開心啊? 識咗新朋友未啊? (sent 11:27 pm, Hong Kong time)

Mama: 新年快樂啊! (sent 11:27 pm, Hong Kong time)

Mama: 媽咪今個新年離唔到英國探你真係對唔住啊, 我喺香港好忙, 連新年過嚟搵你嘅

`時間都無,但喺你生日嘅時候我一定嚟探你!媽咪應承你! 希望你可以你可以原諒媽咪啦! (Sent 11:28 pm, Hong Kong time)

(Translations:

Mama: How’s my good boy? Are you happy studying at the university? Make any new friends?

Mama: Happy New Year!

Mama: Mami is sorry she can’t come to England to see you this year, I’m very busy in Hong Kong, and can’t even make time to visit you on New Year’s, but I will come to visit on your birthday! Mami promises you she will! I hope you can forgive Mami!)

Mu Qing stares at the last message, his mom hadn’t made it to England to visit him for New Year’s this year, but she’d promised him that she’d make it for his birthday.

The thought that she isn’t there for him this New Year’s made Mu Qing feel… sad? Ever since he was born, Mu Qing always celebrated New Year’s with his mother, making niangao, going to the park to look at the lanterns at night, playing with fireworks at night, those were all the things that they did together, and though it wasn’t much, it made Mu Qing happy, and the fact that his mother was there with him made it ten times better.

But ever since he started college in London, he hasn’t been able to see his mother much, and while she still visits him for New Year’s, Christmas and his birthday every year, the fact that she isn’t here this year just made Mu Qing feel awful.

He wipes away some tears forming in his eyes and takes a deep breath.

It’s just one year, Mu Qing, she’ll be here for your birthday. He tells himself.

But that doesn’t make it any better.

Mu Qing tries to wipe away more tears forming in his eyes and looks towards the sky once again.

“Hey.”

A voice rings out from behind him. Mu Qing turns around to see Feng Xin, carrying two cups of what he assumes is tea and looking at him curiously.

“What are you doing out here?” Feng Xin asks.

“Could say the same for you.” Mu Qing responds, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. “What are you doing here?”

Feng Xin sighs and leans on the railing of the balcony.

“It was too chaotic in there, had to come out to take a breather.”

“What? Can’t take a bit of noise?” Mu Qing teases him.

“Hey-” Feng Xin opens his mouth to protest, but stops himself when he sees that Mu Qing is shaking slightly.

“Hey, are you cold?”

“No.” Mu Qing says, voice trembling. “I’m fine.”

Feng Xin sighs. “No, I can see that you’re shivering.” he takes off his jacket and drapes it over Mu Qing.

“Hey, what are you-” Mu Qing flushes a bit when he feels the jacket being put on him. “I don’t need this.” he glowers at Feng Xin and hands the jacket back to him.

“No, you do.” Feng Xin puts the jacket back onto him and shoves the cup of tea in his hands. “You’re gonna catch a cold if you don’t cover up.”

“Quit mother-henning me.” Mu Qing rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the tea. The tea is warm, not too bitter, and warms him up the moment it touches his tongue, and he could feel the warmth spreading from his stomach to the tips of his fingers.

It reminds him of his mom.

Tears start forming in Mu Qing’s eyes again and he wipes them away.

“Hey, are you okay?” Feng Xin asks him, concerned.

“Of course I’m okay, what makes you think that I’m not okay?” Mu Qing says dryly, but there’s a tremble to his voice and Feng Xin notices that Mu Qing’s eyes are red and there are tear tracks running down his face.

“Yeah I’m not buying it.” Feng Xin says. “What’s going on?”

“I said I’m fine, don’t you have better things to do?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes, trying to appear as apathetic as possible.

“No, no I don't.” Feng Xin says and scoots closer to Mu Qing. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”

“I told you already, there’s nothing wrong-”

“Mu Qing I will literally not let you leave this balcony unless you tell me what’s wrong, right now.” Feng Xin says firmly, and locks Mu Qing’s wrist in a tight grip.

“What the- let me go!” Mu Qing tries to yank his arm out of Feng Xin’s grip, but to no avail.

“I told you, I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong.”

Mu Qing struggles to get out of Feng Xin’s grip, and he tries and tries for a long time but to no avail. He eventually gives up and just sighs.

“Alright, fine.” he sighs in defeat. “I’ll tell you.”

“Hm.” Feng Xin says, satisfied, and lets go of Mu Qing.

Mu Qing takes a deep breath. “You know how my mom always comes visit me on New Year’s Eve?”

“Yeah, I know, she won’t stop fussing over us.” Feng Xin sighs fondly, reminiscing about Mrs Mu’s last visit to their campus, where she fussed over how Feng Xin and Mu Qing kept their dorm room and cleaned and reorganized everything.

“Yeah well, she didn’t come to visit this year.” Mu Qing hangs his head low, trying to not let Feng Xin see the tears in his eyes. “She promised that she would come on my birthday, but I’m still kinda bummed that she didn’t come for New Year. She always comes to visit, yet this year, she didn’t come. I know it’s silly and kind of stupid, but I haven't seen her in so long and I miss her, you know what I mean?” he sniffs and wipes the tears away. He uses a moment to muster up the courage to look at Feng Xin, fully expecting him to laugh at him or otherwise be weirded out, but once he raises his head, Feng Xin’s expression is unreadable.

“Don’t, I already know what you're thinking.” Mu Qing turns to the side, expecting Feng Xin to burst out laughing.

But what he didn’t expect was for Feng Xin to wrap his arms around him and envelope him in a tight hug.

Mu Qing is startled at first, but eventually melts into the hug and wraps his arms around Feng Xin’s waist.

“Mu Qing, it’s okay to miss your mom.” Feng Xin says as he rubs circles on his back. “It’s completely fine to be sad about your mom not coming to visit you on New Year’s. You can talk to us about it. Xie Lian, Shi QingXuan, me… We’d all listen.”

Tears spill out of Mu Qing’s eyes and he cries into Feng Xin’s shirt, but his mouth can’t stop morphing into a smile as he cries, and once he faces Feng Xin, he’s fully smiling.

That sight makes Feng Xin’s heart leap.

“I-I know, thanks.” Mu Qing wipes the tears away and looks down. “Feng Xin, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Feng Xin’s breath hitches. “What is it?”

Mu Qing takes a deep breath. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but since we’ve known eachother long enough, I might as well tell you..”

“10!”

“What do you mean?” Feng Xin asks nervously.

“It’s kind of stupid, and you might hate me for it.”

“9!”

“But,” Mu Qing prepares himself. “I think it’d be better to just tell you instead of hiding it.”

“8!”

“Feng Xin,” Mu Qing begins, staring into Feng Xin’s eyes.

“7!”

“I have a crush on you.”

That takes Feng Xin by surprise, and he is frozen for a split second. “W-what?” he says weakly.

“6!”

“It means that I like you, romantically.”

“5!”

“And I would like you to be my boyfriend.”

“4!”

Feng Xin has to pinch himself a few times just to make sure he isn’t dreaming. “You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“3!”

“Well then,” Feng Xin puts a hand on Mu Qing’s cheek. “I’d like to.” he says as he stares into his eyes.

“Oh.” a pretty blush floods Mu Qing’s face. “Well then would you want to-”

“Yes.”

“2!”

Mu Qing raises a hand to caress Feng Xin’s cheek, and takes a deep breath. He dives in, lips fitting onto each other perfectly, and touching as soon as the crowd chanted 1.

“Happy New Year, Feng Xin.” Mu Qing smiles as he presses his and Feng Xin’s foreheads together, fireworks going off in the background.

“Happy New Year, Mu Qing.” Feng Xin says before diving in for another kiss from his boyfriend.

originally posted on AO3 under the name of "ikixingyii".

the original fic on AO3

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leche-flandom · 1 year

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OKAY so I need to buckle down on my writing this year for reasons, and I wanted to increase my productivity through Careful Research...

but I see nothing that can be changed. It's pretty unfortunate.

#creative writing #writer #fanfic #research #procrastination sensation #ao3 #oh no it's true #pie chart #but not a serious one so chart tumblr pls don't come for me #the author regrets everything

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aviationminded · 1 year

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Book of knowledge @the secret by Rhonda Byrne your thought becomes things🙂 belief matters🙂 the great success of life is the law of attraction 🙂 whenever you think you can 🙂instead of focusing on world's problem focus on give attention and energy to trust ,love, abundance, education and peace.

By reading this type of book we can succeed in life..🙂

#secret #the secret series #basedonbelief #female reader #achieveyourdreams #reading goals #dreams #books and reading #proffesional #skyline #the author regrets everything #famous authors #byrne #thebookofrhondabyrne

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i-am-bella-donna · 1 year

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When I Am Gone Chapter 2: Plea

AO3 | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Story Summary:

Janus knew he could not take much more of this. The constant fear and walking on eggshells—it was wearing him down. He needed an out, and quickly.

But that would mean leaving Remus behind.

Besides—who would believe Janus if he asked for help?

Chapter Summary:

Desperate for advice, Janus seeks out an unexpected source of aid.

Pairings: Platonic Anxceit, Platonic Dukeceit

Word Count: 1,874

CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

A/N: Chapter Theme Song: NVM by Faith Marie

So…I am not dead!

With that said, I am very sorry for the long wait. This past year has been…interesting. I am literally posting this chapter in the dark during a four-hour bus ride.

Enjoy!

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Janus had many regrets in his existence as a Side.

He regretted not revealing himself to Thomas sooner, even though it would have resulted in an inevitable punishment. He regretted doing nothing when he caught Virgil sneaking over to the Light Mindscape, even though there was little he could have done to control the actions of a man seven years his senior—especially when he himself had only been sixteen.

He most certainly regretted allowing Remus to convince him that mud cake would make a good idea for dessert.

But as he rocked on his heels outside Virgil’s door, his hand positioned to knock, he regretted thinking that this conversation would ever be a good idea.

What if Virgil gets mad? screeched a tiny voice in the back of his mind, deafening in comparison to the silence of the hallway.

Although…what was the likelihood of Virgil getting angry over a simple question? Virgil could be irritable, but he was far from unreasonable—

What if he gets mad at you for waking him up? his mind challenged. Or what if he gets mad because, you know, he hatesyou? Those are both perfectly reasonable explanations.

Janus gulped and scrubbed at his face with his other hand. Seriously, what makes you think he’ll actually give you advice?

He shuddered—not completely from the cold—as all the ways that Virgil might react began to play through his mind. He imagined Virgil glaring at him in annoyance and biting out a scornful, “What do you want me to do about it?” He imagined Virgil rolling his eyes and instructing him to stop making such a large deal over an issue so trivial. Or—

Janus snatched his hand back as his breath hitched.

He imagined Virgil spitting in his face and hissing that Janus deserved it. Deserved all of what he received.

“Is everything okay?”

Startled, Janus snapped his head up, expecting to see Virgil standing right before him—only to be met with the sight of the still-closed door. His confusion was interrupted as Virgil spoke up again.

“Sorry to cut in,” Virgil continued through the door, his voice soft with empathy in a way Janus had not heard in years. “Just…well, you’ve been standing outside my door for a while, and your anxiety is really strong. You don’t have to, but…do you wanna talk about it?”

Unable to tear his eyes away from the door, Janus set a palm against the cold wood. His chest was rising and falling far too quickly for comfort. Every breath was a stab to his lungs.

Surely Virgil was not being serious. Surely he had not just invited Janus, his self-proclaimed worst enemy, into his bedroom. To talk about emotions, no less.

But Janus had not detected a lie.

“Shit, sorry—that just made it worse, didn’t it?” Virgil cut into his thoughts. Janus could practically hear him running his hands through his hair. “I—look. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I can’t tell who you are right now because it’s three in the morning and my reading is super muddled”—oh—“but no matter who’s out there, I promise not to judge.”

Janus held his breath and dared to hope. It almost sounded too good to be true—

“If you’re Patton, then Pat, you already agreed to stop repressing your feelings. If you’re Logan, then you yourself said that talking about emotions is useful. When Remus showed up, remember? And if you’re Roman—dude. I could handle you when you were going through coffee withdrawal. This is nothing, trust me.”

—and it was.

Janus wilted. Internally, he could feel his heart…sinking was not the right word. Collapsing was more accurate.

Virgil had not even considered him, but Janus should have foreseen this outcome. What reason did Virgil have not to immediately send him of all Sides away?

“Okay—I’m really sorry about this, but I wanna make sure you aren’t having a panic attack right now, so…I’m just gonna open the door.”

Shit!

Janus could only stand frozen as fear flooded his body; bare feet glued to the floor as the door creaked open.

Janus stared. Virgil stared back.

Barely a heartbeat passed before the expression of the latter shifted—switching from gentle to shocked to furious.

Janus gulped and stepped backward.

“What are you doing here?” Virgil growled, his eyes darkening and his voice demonic. Janus scrambled for an explanation, but before he could string two words together, Virgil was shaking his head and scoffing. “Get out of here, you bastard,” he said more softly, eyes darting to the other doors in the hallway before he slammed his own dark violet door shut.

Please—

Janus could hear his heart hammering and his blood rushing. He was trembling madly. Every inch of him was screaming at him to run and hide before Virgil could slap him—

Wait.

What?

Actually—no. Now was not the time.

Janus forced himself to shuffle forward. Sucking in an unsteady breath, he knocked tentatively on the door.

Silence.

He licked his lips and tasted blood. “Virgil?”

No response.

“Virgil, please…”

He turned and leaned back against the door, slumping and hugging himself tightly as he tried not to let the tidal wave of hopelessness overwhelm him. Of course his plan had been an egregious failure. He should have foreseen this outcome and remained in his room. What had he been thinking? It would have been pointless to ask for help.

Pointless to hope that his circumstances could improve.

Janus would just have to weather the storm alone. Leave Remus. Move over to the Light Mindscape—a place he knew he was unwanted—and disrupt their peace. Be as self-absorbed and self-centered as always.

You’re a fucking monster.

He swallowed hard and dug the heels of his palms into his burning eyes. Shame washed over him, a twin to his guilt.

…Maybe it would be better for everyone if he just gave up.

Before he fell down that rabbit hole, though, he found himself falling in a much more literal sense.

His breath froze in his lungs.

Janus braced himself for the wave of pain that would tear through his body, only for two unexpected hands to shoot out and loop under his shoulders just before he could hit the ground.

“Fuck,” came the exasperated mutter from above.

He hesitantly looked up to see two stormy eyes glowering at him, the light from beyond the half-open door making the face in question appear to be glowing. He could only gape as Virgil lowered him to the ground, a touch of gentleness in his motions—although it was so faint that Janus was almost certainly imagining it. Why would Virgil of all Sides be gentle with him?

It was three in the morning—his mind was most likely the culprit. Who had good judgment at three in the goddamn morning? Certainly not Janus.

He was yanked from his thoughts as Virgil kicked his legs into the room and shut the door behind them, stepping over Janus and walking deeper inside.

“Just…come in,” Virgil grumbled over his shoulder.

Janus blinked at the ceiling, taking slow breaths in an attempt to calm his racing heart. Virgil was going to…hear him out? To actually give him a chance to explain himself?

Before he could think too much of it, Virgil cleared his throat. “So…did you come here for a reason? Or did you just want to get your snake slime all over my floor?” Despite the previous sliver of kindness, his words dripped with venom. “I brought you in here to keep you from disturbing anyone else, but I don’t have all night. What do you want?”

Any hope flickering in his chest immediately winked out, realization washing over him like icy water. Virgil had only invited him in as the means to an end. Of course. It made perfect sense—after all this time, why would Virgil care about him?

Slowly and with an attempt to regain as much dignity as possible, Janus pushed himself onto his feet. He silently cursed the tremors that had started up again, hoping that Virgil would not notice.

Janus was not so lucky.

Virgil paused as his gaze locked onto Janus, some of the anger in his eyes dissolving. Nevertheless, his stare continued to burn like matches held to his skin. Janus swallowed, regretting his decision to come over.

I take it back—I want out.

“I apologize for disturbing you, Virgil,” Janus said as evenly as he was able. “I can get out of your hair—”

“Not so fast,” Virgil interrupted, crossing his arms and leveling Janus with a stern—but surprisingly not angry—expression. Janus tensed, not daring to move a muscle as a beat passed in silence. Virgil finally sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. “Look—I’m not handling this right.”

Janus could only blink at the unexpected change in his countenance. Even his panic was momentarily muted by surprise.

“I know we…don’t exactly get along anymore, but I would never leave anyone alone like this. Not this anxious. For some bullshit reason, you came over here. So…yeah. Just spit it out.” Virgil dropped onto the edge of his bed, rubbing a hand down his face. “We can talk about the issue tonight, and we can go back to hating each other in the morning. Capiche?”

Janus stared at Virgil, his breaths picking up. He brought a closed fist to his chest and rubbed the knuckles roughly against his skin.

Virgil frowned at this reaction. “Hey, uh…” His voice trailed off, and Janus squirmed in his seat as Virgil looked him up and down. Finally, he took a deep breath and gestured to the couch in the corner of the room. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

Janus was reeling. How was—why was—

Was this a trap?

“…Okay,” Virgil muttered. He rose and walked over to Janus, leading him to the couch and pushing him lightly into his seat. After a moment of hesitation, Virgil took the seat on the other end of the couch and folded his hands in his lap. “Lovely. Great. So…”

Janus picked at the upholstery.

“Why did you come here, Janus?”

His voice was resigned—not angry—but Janus found himself involuntarily shying away. Still….

Speak up. You’re already here, anyway.

He gulped.

Just ask him. What’s the worst thing that can happen? He wouldn’t get violent—that would wake up the others.

His palms were sweating. His throat was bone-dry.

You need to know, Janus. You need to know what happened, and you need to know if it will get better.

His breaths were ragged.

At this point, what have you got to lose?

Even if he did try to speak up, how would he start?

“I need your help.”

Sounded too urgent. It might make Virgil unnecessarily worried.

“Did you miss us when you left?”

Sounded too whiny. It might make Virgil unnecessarily annoyed.

“Are you happy with the Light Sides?”

…No. Absolutely not.

“Janus?”

By now, Virgil had an expression of…something on his face. Something odd.

Please, please don’t be angry.

Janus shut his eyes. “Virgil?”

He could feel the weight of his stare. “Yeah?”

“I”—pant—“have a question.”

“…All right. Go ahead.”

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Just say it.

“What happened when you left us?”

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A/N: What did you all think of the chapter?

#nightshade writes #when i am gone #sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #anxceit #platonic anxceit #dukeceit #platonic dukeceit #pre putting others first #angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #family #dark sides as family #friendship #late night conversations #running away #the author regrets everything

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changbinholic · 1 year

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Soft to be strong

↬chapter 8: a happy ending doesn't suit me

↬pairing: Lee Minho|LeeKnow/Seo Changbin

↬tags: character death; injury; grief/mourning; it's just tense then sad my dudes I'm sorry

↬a/n: I usually have more to say but right now it's just sorry and the next chapter is going to take a while to get posted. Love ya ❣️ you can come scream at me in pm i deserve it 💀

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fantome-sans-opera · 9 months

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So did I start writing this Captain Haddock/Sans (Undertale) fic with immortal! Alfred Pennyworth as a support character bringing them more and more sex toys as the story devolves into shameless smut?

Yes, yes I did.

Was is only supposed to be a dumb joke among my friends.

Yes, yes it was.

Until it wasn't.

#immortal Alfred #sex toys provider #and butler extraordinaire #sans undertale #captain haddock #Tintin #is the unrequited live rival #who will end up jealous and regrettting not snatching up Haddock when he still could #smut #ao3 #first crossover #and it's a cracky smut fic #help #the author regrets everything #the author regrets nothing #I blame two (2) of my friends and they shall suffer alongside me #by Alfred I really meant #alfred pennyworth #the best butler

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sam-is-dying · 2 years

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So you must be Rolijok…one of the newer admins of Mainframe 2. Type in your request. run C:\Users\DukeS\system0\madcelios_cnAI.exe Booting Mechanizer Annihilative and Dimensional Computer that Eliminates Lifeforms Infinite Operating System in 3…2…1…

MADCELI OS activation success! You may continue on.

#something about roblox #the author regrets everything #roblox #OUTDATED TAG

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lumdays · 8 days

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"cause you could be the one that i love"

a jade leech x izuku midoriya one-shot 😨

idea from @quartztwst 💥💥💥

trope: uuuh mutual pining+childhood friends to crush to maybe lovers when they maybe have the balls to ask eachother out

warnings: english isn't my first language so watch out for grammar errors 😞, jade being cringe (when is he not), lack of azul ashengrotto but it's only because he's actively avoiding downbad jade, jade being the bubonic plague personified, floyd using slang because he does, MY HERO ACADEMIA, strange mha x twst crossover in which quirks are unique magics cause i hate calling a super cool power a QUIRK, BAD WRITING!!!!!!

"and i become hypnotised by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied"

jade loved izuku. a shocker to no one but him, apparently.

"whaddya mean how'd i know about you like-liking sea sheepie?" his twin brother floyd drawled, "you ain't slick, that's how."

"stop asking me strange questions on your shift, jade." azul gave him a flat look before readjusting his glasses, "but if you must, i'd say i realised your... feelings for midoriya when you tried to name another one of your mushroom dishes after him for the third time in a row even after i denied your submission the first and second time."

it was an unexpected realisation but not one he found that surprising—now that he thought about it, he had always loved izuku. not the way he loved him now obviously but even when they were younger, he had always appreciated him some way somewhat—whether it was for his notebooks filled with almost scarily accurate and detailed information about famous mages' unique magics, his funny little quirks, the astounding determination and strength laying dormant within him, the cleverness he displayed in difficult situations, his optimism, his laugh, his smile, his freckles, his green eyes akin to grass, to leaves, to seaweed, to sea glass and to well, jade.

he sighed as he leaned over the counter of mostro lounge in a particularly dramatic way, woe is the poor eel who fell head over heels for a human, right? though he imagined it wouldn't be so bad if said-human loved him back. they could hang out like they used to at takoba bay, except they'd call it a date this time.

he started spacing out at the thought of izuku and him, holding hands, under the shade of an umbrella on the beach, laughing, swimming, him diving under the water and dragging the smaller boy with him for a few seconds, maybe kissing—

"ow!" jade whipped around to glare at his brother, who was giving him a dirty look—as if he had been the one to kick him in the shin.

jade shot him a pointed smile, "what could that possibly have been for, brother dearest?" floyd rolled his eyes as he turned away, "dunno, maybe for being a cornball in public??" he cackled, loud and mocking, as jade threw an empty bottle at him, his aim a bit off—enough to miss his twin's back as he slipped back in the kitchen. he could already hear azul berating him for this—for daydreaming on shift or for throwing a possibly harmful item, missing floyd and it hitting the wall instead, he didn't know yet.

throwing possibly harmful items at others and missing... that reminded him of his and izuku's first meeting, though he hadn't meant to throw anything at anyone with his projectiles... the first time, at least. he smiled giddily.

truly, how lucky and fortunate jade leech was to be able to love izuku midoriya.

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"feelin' like a face in the crowd, i'm reaching for you, terrified"

izuku loved jade. he loved, jade. his childhood friend, the eelmer, the sneaky bastard with a silver tongue (endearment), the obscenely tall, nice (to him at least), caring (derogatory), sweet (questionable claim) guy named jade. he sighed into his palms before looking up and staring at a picture of them he stuck on the wall a few years ago, jade had been gushing about a new species of mushroom he had found on one of his hikes when his mom snapped it. he, on the other hand, had been... looking at the other boy. no, that wasn't the right word to describe the look in his eyes then—he had been admiring him. how could he not? the merfolk was so passionate when he talked about something he truly loved... he wondered if he would talk about him that way if they ever—oh.

this was bad, this was really really bad. he couldn't let this happen, but surely he could fix this some way somewhat, right? he racked his brain for a way to cover this mess up, he wasn't a good actor, he couldn't even entertain the idea of pretending he doesn't love him because that would only result in jade teasing him to death—which would be a really pathetic death, even for him. he couldn't avoid him either—that was simply impossible, one because he doesn't actually want to stay away from him and two because he knows for a fact that if he tried doing that, jade could and absolutely would find him and force him to talk to him again.

he flopped down on his bed to roll around on his mattress in self-pity, if it had been a passing crush like what he had felt for uraraka in his first year then maybe he could've ignored the pull—but the tide was clearly stronger than him this time, and the depths of his feelings was scary. the honesty this love would cost him terrified him. he shook his head, how hypocritical of him to fall for someone who could force the truth out of him anytime any day.

after a few more weeks (a month or two) of agony, he admitted defeat. there was no way to escape this, izuku would have to face his feelings, he would have to face jade.

and so he would, he would reach for his hand and it would be up to jade whether he'd take it or brush it off.

...he would rather if he took it though.

also scraps LOL:

though izuku would like to say so, jade hadn't always been his friend. with him running after katsuki and jade doing god-knows-what with his brother under the sea, they really had had no reason to meet when they were children.

until they did, and well, saying it hadn’t been the friendliest first meeting was an understatement.

they were both 10 when they first met, it was winter—just a little while before christmas. izuku had been looking for seashells or pretty rocks to gift his mom while narrowly avoiding the growing amount of trash on the surface of takoba bay's once beautiful shore.

jade, on the other hand, had been grudgingly dragging plastic bags to the surface—he was on cleaning duty that day. 'cleaning duty' mainly consisted of finding human junk in the sea and putting it back to where it came from—land. the little eel thought that cleaning up after others—especially complete strangers—was mind-numblingly boring, but kept quiet while his twin brother floyd complained, rather loudly, for everyone and anyone within reach to hear.

instead, he vengefully threw empty cans and other items like soggy shoes towards the beach. honestly, how unfair was it that he had to pick up some random landdwellers' trash? he didn't tell them to throw their junk in his home, did he? he kept on throwing stuff until one of his projectiles didn't meet the sand but a little boy's face.

in his defence, it had been an honest mistake—he really hadn't meant to throw a dirty swimsuit at someone's head.

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jade wouldn't ever want to tell anyone he had always been izuku's friend, he thought that would undermine everything they went through together—which would be a shame, truly. their bond was really precious to him as it is something he earned—it was not natural like his and floyd's nor was it born out of mutual benefit like his and azul's. it was something that grew with them and soon enough tied them together like an invisible string. he thought that their relationship was fine just like that, more than fine actually.

but it seemed as though he was the only one who felt that way, that strongly.

the eel listened as izuku talked about a classmate, he then watched as izuku walked with a boy and a girl on the beach. he kept on watching and listening as the smaller boy grew away and apart from him—still, they were friends, so izuku kept visiting him. but it felt different, now that jade knew the boy treated him like every other friend he had, he felt... a bit of everything all at once. he was happy his friend had a lot of friends now, really. he was also maybe a bit jealous of how many friends he had too. or maybe it was that he was jealous of the friends because of how much time they got to spend with him? he wasn't sure. he also felt fear, fear that maybe izuku would leave him again, but to bask in the presence of others this time.

he hated that idea.

#definitely took longer than an hour or two sorryyyyyy #jade leech x izuku midoriya #jade x izuku #twst #mha #jade's is shorter than izuku because idk ig it's harder to write an eel-dude #but the quality of jade's is better #what have i done #if this was on ao3 i would've posted this with the tags The Author Regrets Everything+The Author Regrets Nothing #look up sea sheeps they look exactly like deku i swear #jeiku #??? APPARENTLY??????#twst x mha

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