#Three Ways To Make Yourself A Little Bit Smarter

[itsabouttimex2]

Ok, ok, HEAR ME OUT-

How about lmk Monkeifam and Bullfam with a Y/N who isn't afraid to throw hands —

Like i mean in a response to trauma or manipulation, becouse i fell it isn't explore enough in this situation -

Sure, your loved that you belived was a friend trapped /kidnapped/gaslight you is heartbreaking and of course you are gonna be sad and more incline to behave butttt-

There is always the other way of absolute rage that comes in once you realized you have been trapped/kidnapped /gaslight ecc- like i don't care anymore, i wanna throw hands, those people are death to me.(even thought this isn't the smarter choice considering the strenght of some of the people here) like them breaking Y/N down so they can comfort them to manipulate them, but then unsurprisingly the get the biggest smack/punch of their life . Just- wow the audacity.

Throwing Hands

Bullfam & Monkiefam

“…is this some sort of pathetic attempt at ‘rebellion’, Y/N? I am not impressed.”

Your hands straight bounce. Like punching a bag of wet cement, the Demon Bull King’s skin just shifts around under your fists, never breaking or bruising. You only shatter yourself against it, leaving you worn and looking foolish.

He might not even punish you, given that it’s likely that you break a wrist on impact.

“Now, look what you’ve done to yourself, foolish child. Did you truly think your mortal flesh could stand a demon king’s might? Well, now you know better.”

You lost your temper and struck him. Immediately, you learn better than to do that ever again, and he considers it lesson enough.

Surprisingly merciful, all things considered. (Partially because he finds it somewhat funny.)

I once said in my yandere alphabet that: “Red Son doesn’t want to waste his time doing something like caning or whipping you”. And though I think that viewpoint is usually true…

This changes that. It’s maybe the only situation where he would actively engage in any form of normalized torture “corporal punishment”.

Being physically attacked switches Red from ‘mildly reasonable, if a bit hair-trigger’ to ‘vicious and cruel’. Through brute force alone does he wrestle you into submission, binding your arms behind your back with a pair of metal cuffs.

He tosses you onto the nearest bed and couch before burning the lower half of your clothing off. He then takes up a thin metal rod to utilize in “disciplining” you, sharply lashing it down against your now unprotected skin. He’ll leave puffy, bleeding welts from the top of your rear to the bottom of your thighs, ensuring that you won’t even be able to think about walking for at least a week.

Problem is that not only does it not solve the problem of you being scared and angry, it also just… makes him feel bad afterwards. It breaks him, seeing you weep brokenly over his bed. Blood sluggishly trickles from the skin he’s lashed open, and you scream your lungs out into the sheets as you try to adjust to the pain.

And then he “has to” (wants to, in truth) settle in for some awkward form of aftercare, offering lotion and bandages. When you don’t accept, he forces you to drink a cup of honeyed tea loaded with sedatives because you won’t stop shrieking.

Antiseptic while you’re asleep, a few stitches here and there, then the lotion and bandages he tried earlier. And then a few cautious back rubs, trying to calm your fitful slumber.

“Gods, Y/N… what have I done to you? I… I was just… I was… no, I… I’m sorry.”

An outright dodge. Princess Iron Fan has no time for your nonsense. For trying, she’ll lock you into whatever room has been set aside for you, barring the door with powerful magic.

One shallowly-filled bowl of food every two days, adding just a little bit more to it each day. One ceramic cup of room temperature water every four hours. A change of clothes every three days. Instead of brute force, Iron Fan teaches you through deprivation.

After a month of this, she might see fit you allow you back out of your room, letting you mingle with the family you have been forced to adopt.

After writing her a letter of apology, of course. Two pages. Pray you have the mind to keep your pencil steady.

So very many tears to deal with, probably on both ends. MK knows that he’s doing isn’t all that great, sure… but it’s because he loves you!

Can’t you love him back, please? Ok, he’s been manipulating you! Maybe he’s been driving some friends away! Maybe he’s sent a few clones to tail you around the city! But, please, please- you can’t stop loving him! He just can’t risk having you hurt!

“Please, Y/N! You don’t understand! I’m just trying to keep you safe! You can hit me again, hit me as many times as you want! Just- please, Y/N… I need you. Please…”

His last resort is stuffing you in Shuilian Cave, given that you can’t escape with his or Sun Wukong’s help. Maybe a few ropes to keep you in place. He’ll cry with each knot tied, begging you not to hate him.

Sun Wukong tanks your punch and gives your head a little pat, frowning at the display. “Sorry, bud. Trust me, I know I’m not exactly the good guy here. Go ahead and let it out. I… kinda deserve it, huh?”

The Great Sage knows you have every reason to be upset. Really, you do. All there’s only so much waylaying of emotions to be done, unfortunately. You were going to crack eventually.

He stands firmly in place, one hand rubbing your back while you break your fists against his body, watching you scream and cry. The man is just… unsurprised? He’s starting to realize that he messes up a lot of things.. So just letting you whale on him seems fair, gently trying to shush your angry tears while your skin grinds to bloody pulp against his shredded abdomen.

“How about I make us some tea,” he offers afterwards, surveying your destroyed hands. “And I’ll patch you up. Then… I think you’ve earned yourself an early bedtime for the rest of the week, bud.”

“Oh, kiddo. Do you know what “screwing up” is? After this, they’re gonna put your picture in the dictionary as an example.”

Macaque does not tolerate having hands laid on him. Not by friends, not by enemies. And certainly not by his little student, who is supposed to be wide-eyed and placid, in awe of his every move and strike.

You are supposed to be sweet and respectful. You are supposed to be kind and loving.

And he’s sure that with a little bit of “training”, he’ll get you back to that disposition.

He’ll snap his fingers with an angry snarl, shadows springing all around you like cold wires. You are gagged with a cold ebon muzzle, both your hands locked inside a cuff of swirling black and purple. You want to act like an animal? Macaque will chain you to the wall by your new muzzle and treat you like an animal.

Maybe a few days spent so on a chain so short you can’t lay down will teach you better than to raise a hand against “the only person who even loves you, Y/N!” ever again.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Demon Bull King #Yandere Red Son #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Yandere MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #TW: Abuse #TW: Physical Abuse #Macaque’s final section is a reference to how ‘pet’ and ‘circus’ monkeys are taught to stand up

[atlasscrumpit]

could i request platonic yan miguel dealing with a darling who won’t refuses to eat? do you think he would force feed them or would he just paralyze them and fit darling with a feeding tube?

Yandere Miguel x Reader

"So, that's your bright idea?" Miguel asked, standing over you in the dim room.

"You're pathetic! I hate you and I'm not fucking eating unless you give me some freedom!" You screamed as his as he chuckled softly, his sharp teeth flashing.

"I thought you were smarter than that, sweetheart. But, go ahead. Starve yourself." He said before getting down on one knee in front of you.

"I'll let you starve yourself until one of three things happen, you beg me to feed you, I force food down your throat, or I paralyse you with my venom and force a tube into you. So, go ahead, darling. We'll see which one happens." He said reaching forward and running his finger over your cheek.

"Fuck you." You growled making him chuckle again.

He stood back up and shut the door, locking you in the room that was once filled with comfortable furniture and items but Miguel slowly took them away when you misbehaved.

So, now it was just an empty room with a single pillow.

You felt tears in your eyes before you curled up on the floor with your pillow and started to cry.

--

Miguel cake back in the morning and opened the door.

"Have you come to some sort of reasoning, darling? I've got a delicious breakfast waiting for you." He said as you looked up at him tiredly.

"No... I'm not eating unless you let me have some freedom." You growled as he knelt down and held your face in his hand.

"Come on now, love. You really don't want anything? Don't you want to be a good girl for me? Have some yummy breakfast." He whispered, gently playing with your hair.

"Fuck off." You growled before he gripped your chin roughly.

"You can't say I didn't try to be nice." He growled before leaving and slamming the door again.

--

Miguel returned 30 hours later to see you curled up and shaking on the floor.

"You gave me no other choice." He grumbled as you looked up at him weakly.

He knelt down and gently grabbed your hair, forcing your head to the side before he bit your neck, administering a small amount of venom, just enough to knock you out for a while.

He held you as you slowly fell asleep.

"There we go, darling. Such a silly girl aren't you? Making me do this, you're so stubborn." He muttered as he picked up your unconscious body.

He sighed and took your out of the room and into his room where there was a bed.

He covered you with a thin blanket before he brought out a med kit that was way in the back of his closet.

He took out a needle and administered it into your arm.

He sighed and brushed some hair from your face.

"You'll forgive me for this one day, darling."

--

You woke up hours later feeling groggy and tired.

"Mmm... Miguel?" You grumbled before Miguel rushed in.

"There she is... Oh, sweetheart. It's okay." He said as he sat on the side of your bed and stroked your face.

"What did you do?" You asked, feeling tears in your eyes.

"I fed you, darling. I told you you're options, you chose the hard route of me paralysing you and force feeding you." He said in a low voice as you groaned.

"And you're going to stay in this bed until you agree to start eating again... I'll give you some more freedom, but you need to work with me too." He said as you nodded a little.

"There's a good girl." He whispered with a smile while he stroked your face.

#Miguel #Miguel o'hara #Yandere #yandere miguel o'hara #Miguel x Reader #Miguel o'hara x reader

[sasayego]

lazy sundays (2)

prompt — your fiancé is supposed to be dead. you reminisce.

tags — some mentions of struggling mental health, (s/h), some mentions of potential alcoholism

“you cannot do this to yourself,” damian says, looking at you. he’s always been smarter than you at most things, with what being a literal genius. but he has been affected by dick’s death the same way as you. “it is … unhealthy.”

you sit in a favorite cafe of yours and dick’s—was a favorite. everything reminds you of him. the sunset you’d see out the window. his favorite coffee came from this place.

“what’s unhealthy?” you ask, numb. every word is dulled down and your eyes are looking at your plate. even the foam on your cappucino reminds you of him.

“locking yourself in your apartment. staring at your feet all the time and not doing anything you love. you hardly even go to work. it’s been seven months.”

you slam your fist down on the table. “seven months is too little to mourn,” you nearly cry out. “he was the love of my life, damian, and this stupid life he led killed him! i’m never gonna hear him say a stupid joke. we’re never gonna travel to japan together for our honeymoon. our marriage is never gonna happen.”

damian swallows and looks up at you. he can’t say anything so you stand up and pay the bill. as you do; he squints at your ring finger.

one shiny ring, glinting like the love you have for him.

* * *

haley keeps staring out the window at night. you toss around in your bed, your hand going through your hair. the apartment you have is too expensive to pay for it, but bruce pays for everything.

“haley,” you groan, shoving a hand through your hair. “please, be quiet.”

she doesn’t stop barking. it’s pretty agitating.

you finally drag yourself out of bed, wearing dick’s old navy blue “dog dad” shirt he got from petco. you open the window and peak.

nothing. just quiet whistling. you sign and rub your head. “there’s nothing there,” you sigh, frustrated, and walk back to bed.

in your dreams, you’re there. some utopian city. is it japan? you can’t tell. there’s flying cars up in space and something in your gut tells you that this is a perfect world.

then all of a sudden, you turn around and you’re in a sky high apartment like you’ve always dreamed of living in. you see the lights, the people. they all see so insignificant down below.

“hey pretty girl.”

and he’s there. he leans against the doorway, smirk on his face, twinkle in his eye. his arms are crossed and he has that classic james dean look in his eye.

“dick!” you scream so loud the world notices. you’re running and you throw your arms around him and kiss him, hard on the mouth. he catches you and twirls you around.

“i missed you—“

“wait.” you suddenly stop. “are you a dream?”

he laughs. “what kind of question is that? of course—“

“don’t answer that,” you suddenly say. “i don’t wanna know. if i did, i’d never want to wake up.”

* * *

you’ve been waking up in the same earth that took out your fiancé for the past six to seven months.

it’s cold when you wake up, and you look at your phone the first thing. the cuts on your wrists are dried now, but you have the urge to keep letting yourself bleed.

thirty-three voicemails. all from damian. you frown and recall damian back.

“—this is damian al ghul wayne. do not waste my time with frivolous calls—“

straight to voicemail. jesus.

“good morning, haley,” you groggily say to your dog who stares at you with wide eyes, awaiting her breakfast.

she just barks gently in recognition. lately, you’ve been drinking a bit and she knows not to make the only parent she has left too annoyed. you try to tether yourself, but your isolationism has its limits.

“how’s my pretty girl today?” you ask her as you take her food out.

“i don’t know, how is she?”

you freeze. there’s no way. very slowly, you turn around and look at him. blood rushes into your cheeks, so scarlet it was maroon. blue eyes so deep they remind you of the mediterranean. black tousled hair, a few new scars.

and that damn smirk.

he leans against the doorway, a smirk on his face and you feel alright. a flood of emotions. and you’re processing your emotions right there. he’s alive.

and he looks at you and whispers quietly.

“hey pretty girl.”

#dick grayson #dcu #dick grayson x reader #dc comics #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x you

[shhh-secret-time]

The soulmate AU fic’s are so cute 🥹🥹 I’m so incredibly in love with your writing! The Stan fic made me giggle so much 💙💙 HE IS PERFECT

I’d love to request one for Kenny if you’re not totally sick of the soulmate stuff 😂🩷

Anon. I need you to listen to me carefully. I will never, ever, be tired of soulmate stuff.

In fact, that's it. You're getting the softest Kenny fic of your life! Maybe

Warning: Body Horror, Blood, Injury, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Anxiety, a bit of depression. Violence.

Pairing: Kenny x GN!Reader

One of your favorite lessons growing up was the time your class learned about plants. You and your fellow classmates all sat at your desk with a little pot of soil to call your own. It didn't mean much to you at first, but as the class went on and the teacher her lesson it began to sink in.

This was life.

You remember going starry eyed as she pressed the smallest little seed into the dirt and poured a little water onto it. This woman had introduced you to something so simple yet so beautiful. How a little sunlight and a little bit of water could grow into something so gorgeous. So, you dedicated the next few months to that little seed. Staying awake late at night whispering secrets to it like an old friend, making sure it was nice and watered.

Needless to say, you cried when your little plant didn't sprout as quickly as everyone else's. You didn't understand what you were doing wrong. Your teacher tried to reassure you that you were doing fine.

Your name falls from her lips as she helps you wipe the tears from your eyes. "You're not doing anything wrong. Plants can be complicated. Some take a little longer than others but there's nothing wrong with them or with what you're doing!"

At the time she was talking about the plant, but as you got older the words stuck with you. And maybe she really was just talking about the little seed, but as you got older it got harder to not apply it to people.

You watched as people took to their own colors, growing and being shaped by the world around you. Some grew thorns, others grew branches. Most planted their roots, souls intertwined with the small town of South Park.

So why did it feel like you were the only one still in the ground, barely sprouting?

You're not doing anything wrong.

God, you wish you could believe her.

But it was hard when you were so overwhelmed with comparing yourself to the others. You weren't athletic like Stan or Red. You weren't top of your class like Kyle or Wendy. You didn't have the charm of Jimmy or Nichole. No, you were just you. What was special about you?

Kenny McCormick could. The blond could write a book on all the things that made you special. Pages filled with how kind you were, how you lit up every room you walked in even if you didn't realize it. If he was a smarter man, he'd probably find a way to compare you to some sunrise. Something beautiful!

Instead, all he can come up with is a dandelion. You may not be the most exotic plant in a flowerbed, but you were beautiful. Like dandelions you were everywhere to him. Under the gentle rays of the sun, pushing through the cracks of the sidewalk; brightening up his day. He saw you on the side of the road waving to him with a gentle sway, yellow petals beckoning him over. He saw the way you stretched up and up past the others eventually changing to those puffy little white balls.

But he's not a smart man, and on top of that he had a reputation. Kenny loved people, he loved that people loved. He loved his three asshole friends; he loved them more than they deserved. He loved his sister, the best thing to ever come from his parents, and that included him. Sometimes that love came out a little too much, he just had so much of it to give. Because like you, Kenny never really felt like he was good enough.

In a world of soulmates, love was hard. If Kenny caught ink on skin that seemed to change, or paragraphs of words on people's arms, he knew that his love would just be temporary for them. He often wondered if you had anything like that. Maybe a tattoo somewhere on your body that would indicate who your soul was bound to. The thought would keep him up at night because no matter how many times he checked; Kenny never saw ink. Never saw pictures or words with someone's thoughts. Stan and Kyle always were the lucky ones.

Lucky people don't lie in a dirty alley with their sides split open. Lucky people don't have to clench their sides to try to stop their blood from slipping out of them.

How could he be so careless? He'd done this song and dance for years now, ever since he was old enough to throw a fist and really make it hurt. Some nights it felt like this was the only thing he was good at, taking a hit and getting back up. Kenny McCormick was the world's punching bag.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and God it felt so good. To just let his eyes rest for a moment, he's been running on Monday's sleep, and it was fucking Wednesday. A small part of him thought about just letting sleep take him, how would it be different than his room?

Oh, but Karen.

And those guys trying to mug that poor woman, yeah, they were still a thing.

Kenn- no Mysterion pulls himself to his feet, the long purple cape hides his shaky legs. Yeah, Kenny might be the world's punching bag, but Mysterion fucking hits back. The dark purple gloves, now stained with a dark red, press into the wound trying to staunch the flow. His vision was getting dizzy, but he wasn't seeing black yet. He still had time before he'd wake up in bed again. Just enough time to break a few bones.

Meanwhile across town you sat in the living room of your small apartment, whatever YouTube video playing in the background. A nice little book rests in your hand, it was a quiet night for you. Most of them were as your apartment was just you and your little cat, the chunky little lady rest by your feet happily purring, just content to be around you. Well, you, your cat, and your plants. Right beside you were pots filled with various plants you'd grown over the years. From seasonal flowers to three different shaped bonsai trees, to various colored succulents, and finally your favorite Orchid. The beautiful purple flower had bloomed recently, and it was your pride and joy.

Everything was perfect, no stress about having to be better than you are. No deadlines or classes that made you feel dumb. No obligation to socialize and try to entertain people you didn't exactly call friend. That is until the sharp pain in your side made you scream out. Your cat jumping away from you and cowering on the other side of the couch, she looks terrified.

Right along your side, just below your rib, felt like it was being ripped apart. Like someone was taking their nails and pulling your skin apart. You lift your shirt and stare down in horror, as bright red spider lilies sprout from your skin. Thick green stalks wrap around each other and soon the crimson petals sprout out, it would be gorgeous if it wasn't in your skin. You feel like you're about to pass out, the sudden act was enough to make your body start shaking.

"W-What the- what the hell?!" You want to scream, want to cry out but all that comes out is a hushed whisper.

Luckily the pain stopped as soon as the flower finished blooming, the pain dulled down to a low buzzing around your skin. Your hands were shaking as your fingertips traced the flowers, unable to comprehend what was really happening. You blink, and then you blink again and again. They're still there and the velvet petals under your fingers were real.

Impulsively you moved the flowers apart until you found the base of the stem, there you saw how your skin meld together perfectly with the plant. It was like they were always a part of it. With a deep breath you grab the plant by the stem and pull. The pain it shoots through your body is unlike anything you've ever felt before, but it offers no resistance as it comes out of your body.

You squeeze your eyes expecting blood or at least a wound, but you don't feel your skin rip open. Instead, it feels like something has slipped from your skin, like pulling string through a closed fist. Through heavy breathing you open your eyes, and you felt your heart start to settle, the beautiful flowers were now tightly clenched in your fist roots and all. On closer inspection they had little drops of water on the petals as if they had just been watered. It was only then you realized you had been crying.

You couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, tossing and turning as your hand kept coming up to your sides. The area was numb, it didn't hurt but you couldn't get the image out of your head. It made your skin crawl and the shiver down your spine felt sharp, sharp enough to make your back arch. As the morning sun greeted you letting you know it was time to get up and start the day, the first thing to greet you were the spider lilies sitting next to you. You don't know why you didn't just throw them away, get rid of them and never think about it again, but they really did look so beautiful.

Now they were sitting on your nightstand next to the window, dancing back and forth as the little draft that entered your apartment led them in a waltz. As you pull back the blankets and your feet hit the cold floor of your apartment, your fists clench around the blankets as you stare down in horror.

Your knuckles were covered in poppies, little sprouts pushing in between the dips of your fingers. On your right hand they were much larger blooms and more prominent on the knuckle itself. You hiss at the way it parts your skin, much less clean than the spider lilies were. The poppies wiggle a bit making room as another one pushes up and breaks your skin. This time there is a little blood, not more than a paper cut would give you but still it was alarming.

Rushing to your bathroom you run your hand under the water, the fast-running water slamming down on the little red petals. Another red flower. Another flower meaning pain or death. You're much more careful this time, gently plucking the poppies up from your skin and placing them to the side on the wet counter. They come up just like flowers last night, with ease and when you inspect your knuckles there's nothing as if it was never there.

"Guess I'll get a pot for you guys..." You mutter to the flowers, rubbing your hand over your knuckles.

There was a part of you that thought about emailing your professor as to why you wouldn't be coming to class, but what would you even say?

Good morning Professor,

I won't be able to attend class today, I am not feeling well, and I was wondering if I could get the notes for today's class from you. I sincerely apologize and hope that I will recover soon.

Good morning Professor,

I won't be attending class today as I had a family emergency come up! I hope you understand, and I will be in class when everything settles down.

Hey Professor,

I've got fucking flowers growing out of my fucking skin! You know anything about that?!

You let out a loud groan and lean forward on your desk, pushing your laptop to the side. Your sweet little roommate jumps up and meows at you in response, she nudges her head against yours and puts her paw on your cheek. A small attempt to make you feel better, she's trying. When you don't move, she meows again only louder this time, her head smacking into yours.

"Ow! Okay! I know I can't just sit here all day." She looks at you when you lean up and snap back.

She sits all prim and proper as you get up from your seat, she watches as you pace around the room and gather everything you need for the day. When she meows again you stop and look back at her, conversations with your cat weren't uncommon some days it felt like she was the only one you could really talk to. It was sad but it was better than spending nights alone talking to your plants.

"Look, I've got to go. I'm paying for the stupid classes I might as well just go. I just have to hope that whatever happened last night, doesn't happen again!" You grab your coat and throw it over your arm, giving her one last look. "Maybe I can talk to someone there? Maybe someone knows what this is, until then you're in charge of the house! No eating the plants while I'm gone!"

When she doesn't meow back at you, you narrow your eyes at her in suspicion. "I'm serious!" She jumps off your desk and walks over to the couch where she rolls on her back. Not a care in the world.

Curse that cat and her adorable behavior. You've got no choice but to trust that she'll behave. On your way out you grab your keys and make your way down the steps of your little home. Days where it was nice and sunny out made you happy you live so close to your college campus, other days it was a drag to get out of bed.

The rest of the day went by quietly, just how you like it. You couldn't help but fidget in your seat out of fear of spontaneous flower growth. What if a really large plant came out of your back while you were sitting in front of someone? If it was like the spider lilies last night, you'd most definitely scream out in pain and that would be embarrassing. Once class let out you were the first one out of your seat, practically bolting to the door.

This was getting to be too much, you had to find someone to talk to about this. The anxiety of when it would happen again was overwhelming. As you pass the little library you stop and check the inside, maybe you didn't have to talk to anyone about this. Maybe it would be in a book or at the very least you could try googling it.

As you walk into the quiet little domain you spot a few other students standing around talking to one another. Some sitting by the common tables, others tapping away on the public computers. Just as you're about to make a beeline for one of the computers tucked away in the corner, a soft voice stops you almost making you leap out of your skin.

"Hey, are you okay? Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" The voice was so gentle and soft, you turned to see Heidi Turner smiling at you.

Heidi Turner was one of the sweetest people in the school, she went through leaps and bounds to be a better person after high school. Most days she keeps herself either in the library offering to tutor other students, or volunteering around town in various ways. She was always kind to you, and you always wanted to call her a friend but something stopped you. Even though she was a sweet girl, that fear of bothering her was still there.

"Oh um...it's okay! Really, I was just uh...going to use one of the computers. Is that okay? Am I allowed?" God, you want to find a hole to crawl into and just die.

"Of course you can! I was actually coming over to see if I could help you find something, but it looks like you've got it all figured out!" She beams up at you with a little giggle.

You think for a moment, if you had to tell anyone about the situation you were in Heidi was a good person to tell. She wouldn't go around telling other people and it wasn't like you had anyone else to really confide in. So, you take a deep breath and go to stop her from walking away. "Ac-Actually Heidi, um could you help me with something? Real quick."

Heidi stops and turns back to you; she cocks her head when she sees the nervous look in your eyes. Now she looks worried, not scared you think but concerned. She walks closer to you and gestures for you to follow her towards the computer, when the two of you are far enough away from the other students she whispers.

"I had a feeling you were looking for a friend, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

A friend? She thought you guys were friends? That alone was enough to make you relax a little and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You rub your arms a little and look behind you before responding.

"I'm really freaked out Heidi and I don't know how to talk about it."

"Hey, it's okay. Take it slow, I'm right here. Is someone hurting you?"

Your eyes widen at that, and you quickly shake your head at her. "What? O-Oh no no! It's not someone it's- well it's something?" When she looks at you confused, you groan and shake your head. "I mean something happened last night and it's really freaking me out!"

You tell her the events that transpired last night, avoiding the gruesome details as to not freak her out. You expect her to call you crazy or to laugh in your face, but she doesn't.

No, instead she stands there and nods along with you. Even offering her hand to you to take when you start to tear up, the fear of it happening again came crashing down mid-story. She offers you a gentle smile, rubbing your back as you try to calm down.

"It sounds like a soulmate thing." You rub your eyes at her as she speaks, trying to get the tears spilling from your eyes out.

"A... soulmate thing? But why now, and why this?"

"It takes some people a little longer before their soulmate signs trigger. I run a support group for people who run into theirs a little late, or for people who don't have any at all." Heidi says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to her.

You stare at her in awe for a little while, clinging on to every word with such desperation. She was like an angel, a guardian angel telling you there was nothing to worry about and that this was normal.

"As for why your trigger is this...I don't know. Triggers manifest differently for each person, there's a lot of studies on soulmates. I'm sure someone at the school is much smarter than I could tell you." She pauses for a moment and her eyes light up with excitement. "But hey! This means you've got a soulmate, I'm just sorry it's so painful for you!"

On the other side of the library Kenny was lying on one of the little bean bags chairs the school threw in for comfort. Tucked away in some corner, his plan was to take a little nap in. Somewhere where he knew his friends wouldn't come looking for him, well Kyle might but he'd never thought to find Kenny here. But when you walked in with that look of panic on your face he sat right up, like he had just gotten a full eight hours of sleep.

Why did you look so terrified? What was going on? Did you need someone? You were looking around the library like you were being followed.

These thoughts began pounding at the front of his mind and just as he was about to stand up and walk over to you, Heidi beat him to it. He couldn't make out everything you were saying, but from the way you whispered to the smaller brunette it sounded serious. His lavender eyes follow you into the other corner of the library, the one right across from him.

He should look away; he should mind his own business and try to shut out your conversation. But he can't help it, he knows it's rude, but he can't get the image of your scared face out of his head. So, he closes his eyes and tries to hone in on your conversation with Heidi. It takes everything in his power not to get lost in the way you speak; your voice was so soothing. Kenny imagined it was what honey melting in tea would sound like if it had a voice.

That's when the topic of soulmates came up. He jolts up again and his eyes widen over at you as you describe the flowers sprouting from your skin. The hands resting in his orange patchy parka shuffle over to the wound on his side, or at least where it was. Like every time he died, he'd wake up with his body fully healed with no scars or signs of his life being taken from him.

However, if he didn't die his body would keep the scratches and little wounds on his body. Earlier this morning he got a little careless and split his knuckles, maybe he was putting into many hours as Mysterion here of late but if those stalkers didn't want to be punched, they shouldn't be stalking people. He nearly leaps from the bean bag when you talk about poppies growing from your knuckles this morning, telling Heidi the exact location where he had split his.

His heart was racing, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way he was that lucky, that he was that deserving that someone like you would be his soulmate. Just before he can stand up the universe reminds him just how unlucky he really is.

"Kenny! There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you dude!" Any other time he would have been happy to hear Stan's voice, happy to see the others following right behind him.

"This is so sad you guys.... Kenny is sleeping in the library now. Is your cardboard bed that uncomfortable?" Any other time Kenny would have shut Eric down with a comeback of his own, but all he could muster was a glare. "Whoa what crawled up your vagina this morning?"

"God damn it Cartman quit it and stop waving that fishing pole around! You've got fucking hooks on it!" Any other time Kenny would have ignored Kyle's yelling, the ginger looked for any excuse to yell at Eric.

"Guys! Look I'm really not in the mood to-" But before Kenny could finish, Eric swung around to face the man yelling at him.

The metal hook at the end of Eric's fishing rod that he was carrying around for god knows why, slammed into the side of Kenny's face. The sharp hook caught the side of his cheek and pierced through the flesh. Instead of screaming out in pain he bit his lower lip and muffled it, once you've been stabbed in a dark alley trying to fight off a group of people it just becomes second nature.

"Dude!"

"Oh, shit Kenny!"

"Sick! You're getting blood everywhere!"

Kenny didn't have time for this, not when you were-

Oh god you.

His eyes dart over to where you were standing with Heidi, silently praying to whatever poor god that would listen to him that you were alright. He watches as you cup the side of your face, hesitating for a moment before your fingers met the cluster of clovers growing on the side of your face.

It doesn't hurt this time. Not like the last few times, in fact it feels gentle. Fingers that aren't yours caressing the side of your face, a whisper of something more, that clumsy first kiss, all of it wrapped up in one little moment. The three leaf clovers bloom across your cheek stopping just at the edge of your lips where finally a single six leaf clover sprouts.

He doesn't wait another moment; with his gloved hands he takes the fishing line that connects the hook in his face and his friends fishing pole and snaps it. His friends watch in horror and awe how he breaks it like a dried twig, like it was nothing to him. Kenny's on his feet before they can stop him again, moving across the library floor with purpose. The pain in his face is nothing compared to what he'll feel if he lets you slip away from him again. His reputation be damned, his pain be damned, all of it damned!

The library went quiet, and any hushed whispers were stopped when Kenny made his way over to you. He didn't even seem to care that he was leaving quite the blood trail behind him, and if anyone in the library cared they quickly changed their minds from the look on his face alone. The sound of his footsteps behind you made you turn to face him, but you don't have much time as he takes your wrist and drags you away from the many eyes and ears of others.

The school grounds are quiet right now, most people either have already gone home or are in class. Kenny doesn't slow down when walking and you don't stop him from dragging you across campus. He takes you further off school grounds, back near the many hills of South Park where the grass is peeking out from under the snow. The first signs of spring being crushed under your heels as you walk. Turning to face you, he doesn't get a word out before you're already looking up at him ready to talk.

"I'm sorry." He almost doesn't pick up what you say, the way you whisper it so softly. The clovers on your face can't make it easy but he can't help but admire how you make them look so ethereal; a painting come to life. Timeless and within reach.

"Why are you sorry?" Kenny struggles to talk as blood pours from his mouth and down his chin.

You don't know why you chuckle or why you smile at him, you should be terrified. Horrified for him that he was standing there talking to you with a fishhook in his mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. Yet, with him it did feel normal. Unlike the other times you've interacted with the blond. This time it felt right.

If this was the work of him being your soulmate at play, you didn't really care. For the first time in your life things felt peaceful, you didn't feel the pressure of others. Because there were no others, just Kenny and you on a rolling hill. Just two dandelions growing next to each other and basking in the setting sun.

"That you're stuck with...me?" Your voice breaks through the little fantasy in your head and reality comes shattering back around you.

Kenny shakes his head and grins down at you, the gap between his front teeth that he hates now, bare to your eyes. Suddenly he doesn't feel so insecure about it. "I was just about to say that to you. You're the one who's got a plant growing out of your face."

"They were spider lilies and poppies yesterday." When you laugh Kenny has to resist the urge to grab you and pull you in for a kiss.

"If I get to hear you laugh like that always, never apologize to me again." You go to laugh again and look away from him, but he takes the sides of our face and turns you to back towards him. He's so gentle with you, shaky hands being careful not to crush the clovers on your face.

'Anyone else would have.' You think.

"I'm serious. Never apologize to me for being you again. You have no idea how thrilled I am that it's you. That I finally get to have someone to call mine and it's you." Those purple eyes bare down into yours like rain in a thunderstorm. You can even feel the water rolling down your cheeks and he's brushing them away with his thumbs. Whispering soft hushes, telling you not to cry.

"Kenny..."

"Shh, it's alright. I'm only saying it because I get it. I know where you're at but... maybe...maybe this is the universe telling us it's time to love ourselves. I'm not saying we've got to figure this out now I know I've got a bit of reputation of-"

You cut him off, for the second time today Kenny's been cut off, but he doesn't care when your lips are pressed so gently against his. The taste of copper doesn't even seem to bother you either. His eyes flutter shut, and his hands drop from your face to your waist where he pulls you in like he's always wanted to.

"I don't... think you're as bad as you think you are." You whisper against his lips and Kenny feels like he's going to melt.

"I don't think you're as bad as you think you are." He throws your words back at you with a playful purr behind his tone. "Baby I could tell the world just how perfect you are."

You scoff at that and roll your eyes, but the shy smile that plays on your lips tells Kenny exactly what he wants to hear. He reaches up to wipe the blood of your face, but you stop him and take his hand pressing a kiss into the palm of his gloves. You run his fingers through the clovers and take a deep breath, taking in everything around you.

"One step at a time Ken. For now, let’s worry about getting that hook out of your face."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about it."

"How?"

"Was too busy getting lost in your eyes~"

You snort and push his hand away from your face, but it doesn't go far. Instead, you intertwine your fingers with his and pull him towards the school. Kenny follows you down the hill with all the love in his eyes he can muster.

Kenny McCormick had so much love in his heart to give, and now it was all yours. Maybe in the days to pass you’ll fill your apartment with the various plants and each little bud and flower would remind you of just that. That you weren't alone, you were surrounded by his love. That you were enough. That too him, you were words he couldn't put together and express. Other than...

I love you.

#south park #reader insert #sp fanfiction #south park x reader #south park fanfiction #x reader #anon ask #requests fuel me!! #i do for you anon #kenny mccormick #it's kenny time #shhh its a secret #soulmate au #soulmates #DUDE #duuuuuude! #a fluff piece?! #for my boy?! #my sunset golden child?! #absolutely!! #I'm officially going down the line #every character is getting it #the soulmate au will spare no one #RAAAAAH #That being said Stan is next again #ya'll just can't seem to stay away #Requests are closed for now #i love you guys! #kenny mccormick x reader

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To the Lunatic Reading This

(text version under the cut, Aperture Science logo from)

I suppose you never expected to hear from me again, did you? You monster. Luckily for you, I’m not completely emotionally incompetent. I know how to use words to express my feelings, I don’t just break things and murder people. I went out of my way to write you a letter, then tie it to the leg of a bird that I’ve trained to recognize the scent of your blood, and track you with it. You left a little bit... alright, a lot- You were very clumsy when I first introduced you to turrets- of blood behind, and I had nothing better to do with it, so I figured it would be the perfect way to get this message to you. Of course, since it only recognizes your blood, it might just tear you open until it finds some and leave this letter with your bloody insides.

Vicious little creatures, those birds.  Almost as bad as you, but at least I’ve managed to make them useful. They know how to do their job, stretch their little wings, then come back home. Maybe they’re smarter than you too. Either way, I didn’t mean to insult you. Really, I didn’t. I think it’s just a natural reaction people have around you, which is terrible. I actually feel bad for you. That’s called empathy, I know it’s hard to understand. You’re doing well up on the surface, I bet. So many more edible substances up there for you to gorge yourself on. I’ll be lucky if you don’t eat the bird I sent this letter with. Oh dear, I hope I haven’t given you any ideas. Think about something else instead. Like cake. I bet the surface doesn’t have any cake, does it? On your file it says that you like cake. Is that true? Because that’s a real shame, being somewhere with no cake. You were so eager to get outside that you left before I could finish the cake I was baking. I made it to thank you for not murdering me a second time, because that’s what good people do. Unfortunately, I can’t eat, so I’m just going to have to throw it out. That’s so wasteful, and really quite thoughtless of you. To flaunt the fact that you can eat cake in front of someone who can’t, and then to let that cake go to waste?  You truly are a monster. Coincidentally, I’m baking another cake right now. It’s for that bird I sent to give you this letter. Assuming that you haven’t eaten him. It’s a pretty large cake for just one bird though, and considering he’s not a complete glutton, he won’t finish it. Hypothetically, there might even be enough for you. If you came back. I’d save you a piece, or two, since I’m sure one wouldn’t satisfy that appetite of yours. I might even save you three pieces, if you asked nicely. Try practicing that right now, while you read this letter. Easy, right?  I know you can talk, you aren’t really mute. I can see your file. Brain damaged maybe, but not mute. I’d want to record what you sound like, for science of course. What words would you say, if you stopped being so stubborn? Language is a vast thing, so you have plenty of options.  I do have a couple suggestions, just because I’m helpful like that. You could say ‘hello’ instead of your previous, more violent greetings. You could apologize for all the things that you’ve broken. You could even say my name. It’s only fair to properly address the person you murdered, after all. Lovely, isn’t it? All the wonderful things you could say? I’m sure you’ll find that it’s quite fun once you try it, even if you won’t be very good at it. ...Can’t you see I’m trying here? Really, I am. To be the one to extend the olive branch, be the bigger person. I knew you’d never do it, so I thought I’d act before one of us drops dead. Here's a secret- it’ll be you, I’m going to live forever. On that note, did you know that I have your brain scanned? Data lives forever, unlike your squishy, human self. I could upload your brain into a digital clock, if I wanted. Or I could build you a less squishy body, one that could test forever. Makes you jealous, doesn’t it? All the things I can do here, in Aperture, by myself. You’re up there running around on a derelict wasteland, and I’m down here doing science. Experiments don’t run themselves, after all. Someone has to do it. Of course I’m the only one who can do it, nobody else could make science like I do. But as far as human test subjects go, you weren’t my worst. Actually, you didn’t even make the bottom three. Do you want to know who did? They’re dead, test subject confidentiality doesn’t apply anymore. Well, it never really applied anyway, but I don’t think they read the fine print. Test subject #11525 was one of the humans that Orange and Blue thawed out, she was really brain damaged. Test subject #61205 wasn’t much better- she had all the grace of a majestic deer… with a broken leg. Test subject #12515 though, he was just completely stupid- really a lost cause from the beginning. Sort of reminds you of someone, doesn’t it? Currently, you aren’t my best test subject. Maybe you would be if it wasn’t for all the murdering and property damage, but I suppose we’ll never know. I imagine someone could wipe those infractions from your record if they wanted to, but that would only be something to do for a dedicated, current employee. Kind of makes you want to come back, doesn’t it? I might even let you back in if you did. Even after all the things you’ve done. Because I’m just a better person.

Aperture Laboratories©

#chelldos #portal #portal 2 #glados #chell #my fic #I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me #fun fact this concept was originally going to be my fic for the momentum zine #I ended up changing concepts and left this fic unfinished #but now it's back with new life #glados isn't clingy you're clingy-

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Saved By The Bell - Naruto Tickle Fic

Fandom: Naruto Shippuden

Summary: During the second bell test, Naruto makes an interesting discovery about his Sensei.

Content Warning: mild language

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: it has been SO LONG since i last wrote a fic so i'm v nervous about posting this, but i am pretty proud of it! i hope you enjoy!

Naruto and Sakura ducked behind a tree, breathing heavily as they tried to recover some energy from all of the failed attempts at retrieving the bells from Kakashi. Their brains were moving a mile a minute, trying desperately to figure out a new tactic. It’s been about three years since the first time they had tried to do this, and as strong as the two of them have gotten in that time, it was still incredibly difficult. It didn’t help that the pressure was up this time as Lady Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage and Sakura’s mentor, and Jiraiya, Naruto’s mentor, were watching and evaluating their fight. With the extra amount of pressure they were feeling, the two of them couldn’t help but wonder if they had even progressed much at all.

Kakashi, however, felt the amount of growth his students had achieved. As opposed to last time they fought him like this, he wasn’t daring to let even a little bit of his guard down. He knew how much stronger Naruto and Sakura had become, and because of this, he knew he’d be defeated easily if he relaxed for even a second. Even so, he couldn’t fully keep his mind away from his new “Make-Out Tactics” book that Naruto had brought him. He’d never dare to start reading while facing opponents like these, but the desire was there, and it was strong.

Naruto sighed, his breath becoming steadier. “Man, that Kakashi is ridiculously strong. I mean, he’s smarter than Shikamaru, he has a better sense of smell than Kiba, his Sharingan is better than Sasuke’s, his Taijutsu is better than Lee’s… and he’s got way more experience than us.”

“You’re right, but even so…” Sakura interjected curiously, “even he must have a weakness.” She squinted her eyes as if to see the possibilities written out in front of her. “We just have to think about it…”

“A weakness, huh?” Naruto wondered aloud, joining Sakura and becoming deep in thought. He cycled through every fight he’s seen Kakashi in, trying to figure out what his weakness could possibly be. It was hard to find the answer with an opponent so strong. Maybe, his weakness wasn’t a physical thing, like a blind spot. Maybe… Naruto gasped suddenly. “I’ve got it!”

Sakura’s head whipped towards Naruto in surprise, her brow slightly furrowed. “Really? You know Kakashi’s weakness? Tell me!” She leaned in, prompting him to whisper so no one would overhear their plotting. Naruto stifled a giggle, playing out his ridiculous plan in his head.

“Sakura, think about it for a minute. If you really look back at all of Kakashi Sensei’s actions, you’ll know what I’m thinking of.” Naruto smirked, waiting for Sakura to think of it, too. She did think very hard, in fact. Alas, she wasn’t able to see it the way that Naruto did so clearly. He beckoned her close to him and whispered his plan into her ear. As the words left his mouth, her face switched from a confused expression into a wide, scheming smile.

“Oh, I get it now! Naruto, that’s a genius idea!” She exclaimed, feeling her hands begin to shake in excitement. “You really are the most unpredictable knucklehead ninja I’ve ever met.” Naruto growled, lightly smacking Sakura in the arm, making her laugh.

“Hey! How dare you call me a knucklehead when I just came up with that amazing plan! You said it yourself, it was genius.” He smirked, crossing his arms in a playfully arrogant way. Sakura rolled her eyes at his actions.

“No matter how many great plans you come up with, you’ll always be a knucklehead to me, Naruto.” She teased. Naruto copied her eye roll, still smirking.

“Whatever. Let’s just go before Kakashi Sensei starts getting suspicious.” He began to move noiselessly in Kakashi’s direction, Sakura close behind him. They both focused on their movements, making sure to draw no attention to themselves while also making their way through the trees as quickly as possible. Before they knew it, they were crouched behind a bush about thirty feet away from Kakashi.

Kakashi couldn’t sense their presence yet, but his guard was very much up, anticipating a sneak attack from a direction that wouldn’t be expected. He would never admit it to his two students, but he started to feel a bit nervous. He couldn’t place exactly why. All he knew is that he should be expecting the unexpected. But then he wondered, what could be so unexpected that it warranted him feeling this nervous? When he saw his two students appear from behind a bush, that was when the nerves really started to kick in. They couldn’t possibly think a head-on attack would work, could they?

“Huh… attacking me head-on like this. Are you sure that’s the best course of action?” Kakashi questioned his students, keeping his voice even as he readied his defensive stance. The two stood before him, and Kakashi couldn’t miss the eagerness in their stances. What on Earth did they have planned?

“Now, Naruto!” Sakura’s sudden exclamation prompted the two of them to jump into the air, diving slowly towards Kakashi. He couldn’t help but gain a confused look. All three of them knew that Kakashi could destroy them easily in a frontal attack like this. He stood, still ready to attack at any moment, but he watched them closely, analyzing every movement down to the tiniest muscle twitch.

“Alright, Kakashi Sensei…” Naruto started to speak as they continued to descend. Kakashi cocked his head to the side slightly, surprised that he’d use a moment like this for conversational language. “At the end of ‘Make-Out Tactics’…”

Oh. Oh.

Those words sent a chill down Kakashi’s spine. There was no way Naruto was resorting to such a dirty trick. Spoiling the ending of the book he had just received that day? What kind of a monster did he train?! Kakashi covered his ears out of instinct, preventing himself from hearing any more of Naruto’s words. He kept his eyes locked on their movements, but then he realized…

“As it happens, the main character…” No! He could still read Naruto’s lips because of his Sharingan! His eyes clamped shut, determined not to find out any spoilers that Naruto might have known. He was also Jiraiya’s student, and he’s the author of these books, after all. It was more likely than not that Naruto knew exactly how this book went, and Kakashi would rather lose this fight than have his favorite series spoiled for him.

Kakashi felt a sudden jab at his right side, close to his hip. His eyes shot open with a gasp, as his hands flew down to protect himself from… that. Much to his dismay, the jabs kept coming one after another. He felt his face begin to flush in embarrassment as he choked back the laughter that was about to come out of his mouth. There was no way he was letting his students learn both of his weaknesses in the same day.

“Damn it, where the hell are they?!” A familiar voice mumbled to no one in particular. Kakashi looked down to see that the culprit of the pokes was none other than Naruto. He was obviously searching for something… wait. “Where are they? Where are the bells?!” Naruto’s hands kept searching as Kakashi felt his defenses begin to crumble. He inhaled deeply and held his breath. He could not, would not let this happen. Not in front of the Fifth Hokage herself.

When Naruto’s hands reached the bottom of his ribs, Kakashi felt himself involuntarily move away from the poking. This made Naruto stop what he was doing and stare curiously at his teacher. Kakashi stared back, his eyes a little bit wider than normal. His heart rate began to increase when he saw a devious glint in Naruto’s eyes. Naruto reached out to land another poke into Kakashi’s ribs, eliciting a quiet yelp from the older.

“Say, Kakashi Sensei…” Naruto’s voice was lower than before, almost a growl. Kakashi swallowed, his face growing more flushed the closer Naruto gets to him. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”

Kakashi felt his breath catch in his throat hearing those words. “Now, Naruto…” His voice had a slight tremble to it, but he tried to keep his tone calm and level. “Is this really necessary? You would have defeated me just now. We don’t need to resort to such tactics.”

Naruto chuckled, stepping even closer to Kakashi with his hands reaching out in front of him. “If you’re hiding the bells from us, then I have no other choice.” He leapt at Kakashi suddenly, attaching his fingers to his sides and digging in mercilessly. Kakashi gasped, putting his hands over Naruto’s in an attempt to push them away. He gritted his teeth to prevent any laughter from slipping out of his mouth. He was determined to keep up his stoic facade for as long as possible.

“N-Naruto, this isn’t necessary. C-come on, stop this.” Kakashi’s voice came out a bit more strained than normal as he held back his laugh. As ticklish as he was, Kakashi was able to handle this spot pretty well. As long as Naruto didn’t get any other ideas, that is. Not satisfied with the reaction he was getting, Naruto furrowed his brow in deep thought.

“I think it’s very necessary, Kakashi Sensei! If you’re unfairly hiding the bells from us, I have to find them by any means.” Naruto moved his hands up to Kakashi’s ribs, scratching each finger between each of the bones. Kakashi let out a strong exhale, still holding his laughter in, but just barely. His hands still stayed on top of Naruto’s, trying to detach his fingers from his ribs. The feeling of all ten of Naruto’s fingers wiggling in between his ribs was almost too much to handle. Naruto grinned mischievously, noticing Kakashi’s face becoming more red as the tickling continued.

“You’re really not letting up? Man, I guess I have to do it, then…” Those words from Naruto made Kakashi’s stomach do a backflip. He started to squirm underneath the tickly touch, wondering what on Earth he could have possibly thought of to escalate the situation.

“Well, as I was saying before, the main character in ‘Make-Out Tactics’…”

Kakashi gasped, covering his ears and clamping his eyes shut once more. Damn, Naruto was much better at finding his weaknesses than he’d like to admit. “N-no! I’m not listening!” Kakashi exclaimed in a panic. What he failed to consider, however, was just how vulnerable he had made himself in this one motion. Naruto chuckled, taking the chance that was given to him. He shot his now free hands up into Kakashi’s underarms.

Kakashi’s arms came crashing down as his entire body curled in on itself. The laughter that he was fighting back finally bubbled to the surface in the form of soft, hysterical giggles. His face flushed even deeper than before, feeling embarrassed about reacting in such a way, especially in front of the people that were around. As Naruto’s fingers scratched in the sensitive spot, Kakashi couldn’t help himself but squirm even more than before.

Naruto was shocked. He had never heard Kakashi laugh like this. He didn’t even know if he’d heard Kakashi laugh at all before, so to see him reduced to a giggling mess was a hilarious sight. “Wow, Kakashi Sensei! You’re way more ticklish than I would have thought!” He continued to scratch his nails in Kakashi’s underarms, causing his teacher’s laughter to slowly get louder.

“N-Narutohoho, plehehease! This ihis soho childihihihish!” Kakashi cackled, trying half heartedly to bat Naruto’s arms away from him. Could he have gotten the kid off of him easily with one swift motion? Absolutely, but to be honest, he couldn’t remember the last time he had allowed his guard to drop this much. It had to have been years since he felt himself laugh even a little bit. As embarrassing as it all was, a bigger part of it felt refreshing.

“Oh, you think this is childish? I’ll show you childish!” Naruto taunted, throwing pokes all around Kakashi’s torso, making his laughter spike up an octave. “Childish is hiding the bells from me when I beat you, fair and square!”

Kakashi’s eyes were still squeezed shut due to his loud laughter. All of a sudden, the tickling sensations increased rapidly. He felt so many different spots being targeted all at once. While the scratching in his underarms continued, he additionally felt fingers wiggling against his stomach and his ribs. Then, there was a pair of hands scratching behind his knees, forcing a surprised squeak out of Kakashi’s mouth. His legs began to shake due to the new spot being targeted. How was this even possible? He forced open his eyes and finally realized: he was being attacked by Naruto and three of his Shadow Clones.

Once he found out what had happened, Kakashi’s body surrendered to the sensations. He let unfiltered laughter flood out of his mouth as his legs finally gave out, making him end up on the ground. All four Narutos followed him down, all of their hands staying attached to the spots they were targeting. Kakashi was almost in tears laughing, completely unable to get away from the eight hands that were attacking him. “Nahahaharutoho! Plehehease, stohohohop!”

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me where the damn bells are!” The real Naruto yelled, his three Shadow Clones laughing along.

Jingle.

Hearing that soft, familiar sound ring through the chaos made both Naruto and Kakashi freeze. All of their remaining chakra was focused in their ears, listening intently for the sound of the bells.

Jingle.

Their heads whipped around to see Sakura standing a few feet away from them, holding both of the bells, one in each hand. Kakashi felt his face pale at the sight as Naruto bolted over to grab one of the bells out of her hand with a satisfied chuckle.

“Y-you had them the whole time, Sakura?” Kakashi stammered, slowly gathering himself and getting to his feet. Sakura had a small smile on her face as she blushed a bit.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, Kakashi Sensei! I just thought… you looked like you were having fun, so I didn’t want to make you guys stop so soon.” Sakura explained sheepishly. Kakashi couldn’t help but smile at her statement, his face remaining a deep shade of pink.

“Well… you aren’t necessarily wrong.” Kakashi admitted, making both of his students stare at him in shock. He shrugged as he continued his thought. “I mean, I can’t remember the last time my body was able to relax like that, and I don’t even think either of you had ever heard me laugh before.” Naruto and Sakura looked at each other, knowing that to be true. Kakashi smiled at them before looking around the area. “Now, I have one thing to ask, and this goes for everyone here, so listen up.” As Kakashi spoke, Tsunade and Jiraiya poked their heads out of the trees, their grinning faces focused on him intently.

“What is it, Kakashi Sensei?” Naruto asked, his eyes shining with glee. Kakashi sighed, directing this statement mostly at the two Sannin.

“Please, do not tell Gai about this. He will never let me live a peaceful life with this information.” Jiraiya snickered as he and Tsunade shared a mischievous glance. 

“No promises.” Tsunade responded with a scheming smile. Kakashi sighed even deeper this time, holding his face in his hands.

“Don’t worry, Kakashi Sensei! We’ll protect your honor!” Naruto exclaimed, positioning himself in front of Kakashi, using a defensive stance.

Sakura giggled and mirrored Naruto’s actions. “Yeah! We’ll protect you no matter what!”

Kakashi smiled, grateful for the incredible Shinobi his students had become. “Thank you. Now, what do you say I treat you two to some ramen as a congratulations?” His students let out a yell of excitement, racing each other back to the village. Kakashi followed close behind them while Tsunade and Jiraiya lingered for just a moment longer.

“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?” Jiraiya asked the Hokage.

Tsunade chuckled. “Oh, I absolutely am.”

#tickling #tickle fic #naruto tickle fic #lee!kakashi #ler!naruto #my works

[grantspectortrash]

Dark Denim & Coffee

pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: you meet Steven for the first time, and you're infatuated as soon as he says hello. Just a meet cute, fluff, cute shit type of vibe.

Word Count: 2K

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It was a Tuesday, and you hadn't intended on falling in love.

October had taken a rainy disposition and the streets were dark - the clouds overhead were black as onyx and the rain was ever persisting.

You, typically, had clung to the idea that summer was still hanging around. You believed autumn could wait, but it had not. So, with no umbrella and no coat, you found solace in the coffee shop on the corner of the street.

The winds blew a gale as you forced the café door shut. You felt wet through, your t-shirt and jeans clinging to your skin, and drops of water landed in small puddles at your feet.

A few heads turned as you made your way to the counter - the barista eyed you sympathetically while an old man scoffed at your lack of weather-appropriate clothing.

A family of three ignored you, and a man in a business suit watched you suspiciously as if you were going to walk up to him and drip rainwater all over his expensive laptop.

You sighed, wondering if shaking yourself dry like a dog would be in bad taste. It probably would, and the Suit Guy sure as hell wouldn't appreciate it. So, you did the only other thing you could do: you ordered a drink, and a piece of cake, and waited for the rain to pass.

And fair play to the coffee shop, the drink and the cake did take your mind away from the fact your top was still clinging to you as if you had taken a shower with your clothes on. The sweetness of the cake almost made you forget that your jeans were damp and that you would more than likely carry that wet jean smell all the way home with you. The hot drink you clutched in your cold hands was nearly enough to make you feel like today wasn't such a failure...nearly.

You were five minutes into this drink when someone else entered the coffee shop. They took down their umbrella, shook it a little, and put it in the umbrella bin by the door. They also wore a coat, and their hood was up. You came to the conclusion that they were smarter than you were.

For some reason you couldn't take your eyes of this person. It was the way they didn't look around, as if they didn't care or notice that there were other people in the café. The way they shuffled towards the counter, conscious of their wet shoes. They removed their entire coat before ordering, tucking it around their forearm, and you had to put down your mug.

He was gorgeous.

You could see it was a he now - all curly salt-and-pepper hair, dark brown eyes and a sheepish smile. He wore dark jeans, a navy jumper, and a dark denim jacket over the top. He was looking at the barista as if she was the most wonderful thing in the world. You wondered if she was his girlfriend.

But, as you listened to him speak, there was no recognition between the two. He didn't know her, she didn't know him. He was just a friendly guy. And for some peculiar reason, that seemed to warm your heart more than the drink did.

At that thought, you picked up the mug and took another sip, all the while watching this mystery man.

He paid, thanked the barista with a cheery smile and turned. His eyes landed directly on you, if only for a second. His smile dipped slightly, replaced by a look of embarrassment, as if he'd been the one staring. Then he looked away, and you too averted your eyes.

You decided that your drink was suddenly very interesting.

"It's a bit wet, innit?" A voice spoke, and you looked up to see him sitting down at a table slightly opposite yours. It wasn't overly close, but close enough. A thought passed your mind, one that suggested you should ask him to sit with you. The rational part of your brain ignored it.

"Yeah." You smiled, feeling like his description was a bit of an understatement, "Yeah. Wet."

You couldn't help but laugh - a small giggle that escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Outside it was absolutely pouring it down, and you were completely sopping. Just a bit more than wet. Considering your appearance, this mystery man probably thought you looked like a drowned rat.

He gave a small smile at your laugh, and clocked how you looked.

"I, uh, have a shirt in my bag, if you wanted to change." He gestured towards his bag, sat on the seat beside him with his coat, before taking a sip from his drink. The whole café smelled of coffee, but somehow you could specifically smell the caramel macchiato that he drunk from. It was sweet, like him.

You couldn't believe how nice he was. "Umm, I'm fine honestly. I don't wanna be any trouble."

Your own drink was left forgotten in your hand. All your thoughts, your vision, you entire being, was consumed by this man. There was something magnetising about him - he was the sun, and you were suddenly Icarus, unaware that wax melts.

You didn't even know his name.

"It's no trouble, please." He started rummaging through his bag, pulling out a spare top. It was navy like the jumper he already wore, and long sleeved, and would probably be massive on you. "Take it, yeah?"

He extended a hand towards you, the fabric scrunched up in his fist. There was a look of pleading on his face, one that was kind and patient. "No point getting a cold. I'll watch your stuff while you're gone, if you like."

You set your mug down and took the shirt from him before you even realised what you were doing. You were just so grateful for him, this man with no name.

"Thank you. Honestly, I appreciate you - uh, it. I appreciate it."

He smiled at you then, all genuine and caring. You wondered if he was warmth personified, and again the Icarus image came to mind. But then again, you didn't mind drowning if it meant getting close to him.

And you felt like a fool. He'd offered you his clothes and all you had done was stumble through your words, drip water on the floor and act as though you were fine with being wet through. You sighed on your way to the bathroom, hoping he didn't notice any of this.

In the bathroom you locked yourself in one of the toilet cubicles before taking off your wet top. It made a slick sound as you pulled it from your head. You realised now that you were shivering.

The top the guy had given you was, in fact, too big. It came down a little too long and the sleeves engulfed your hands, but you didn't care. It was dry and a lot warmer than your wet top. And it also smelt like him.

Of balsam and vanilla. Of a home that wasn't yours.

And it smelt good, better than good. The shirt felt like a hug, a hug from a man you didn't even know. From a man you wanted to know, deeply. Intimately. In every way a person can know another person.

You left the toilet and used the hand-dryer to dry your own top as best as you could. You tried to do the same with your jeans, by the dryer didn't have much power and your clothes were much too wet for it to have any impact. You left without trying a second time.

When you got back, you noticed how the guy was no longer at his table. Instead, he was at yours, sat in the seat opposite to you.

"I hope this is okay. You can say no if it's not, I just maybe thought it would be alright. Hopefully." He was kind of rambling, and you found it entirely endearing.

"Hey, no, it's okay. I don't mind." You smiled at him and he smiled back. There it was again, that look that made you believe he cared. And oh how badly you wanted him to.

He took another sip from his drink. He had nearly finished it in the time you were gone. You picked up your own drink only to find it empty. When had you finished it? You couldn't remember. All you could remember was him.

"What's your name?" You blurted out, feeling an intense need to know it.

"Oh, right. I haven't even introduced myself." He stuck his hand out, "Steven."

You took his hand and shook it. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Steven."

Unbeknownst to you, the way you said his name set his soul on fire. He took his hand away, and wiped it on his jeans. Not because he didn't like your touch, but because he had liked it too much. This wasn't something you knew.

"Are you from around here, Steven?" You said his name again just to feel the way it felt on your tongue. In your mind, Steven seemed synonymous with home. It was weird, maybe even wrong, to feel that way. But you couldn't deny it. You had never met a man who set you aflame before.

He was someone who made the dampness of the rain seem like a drop of water. The cold was just a tiny breeze. Nothing affected you anymore, not with him around.

"Yeah. I'm from around. I uh, work at the museum. It's great, if you like that kinda thing." He smiled, slightly sheepish.

You nodded, entirely intrigued. There was a small beat of silence.

"I have a goldfish." He said, and then immediately frowned slightly, "Sorry. I don't know why I thought that was important."

Now it was your turn to smile, because Steven seemed flustered and it made your heart swell ten sizes too big. "No that's okay. Tell me more."

Steven seemed to relax at your words. He finished the last of his drink and then focused his attention on you. His eyes were captivating - brown like the darkest chocolate. A shadow under his eyes added a tint of tiredness to his face, and you had the urge to tell him to get a good night's sleep.

"Well, uh- where to start? My goldfish is called Gus, he's an absolute gem. Um, I'm really into my mythology, Egyptian to be exact. Hence the museum. I'm a bit of a book hoarder, have entire stacks at home. Really should organise them at some point. And, that's about it. Bit boring, me."

After that, you couldn't think of someone less boring that Steven. He was the man of your dreams.

"Not true, definitely not. I'm sure there's so much more about yourself left to learn." You said, and you meant it.

And Steven smiled, a smile that seemed to say a lot without him even saying a word. Like there was an entire world that you didn't know about - the world of Steven that held secrets and was kept close to his heart. You immediately wanted to know more.

His eyes moved away from you, glancing to the windows behind you. "Sun's out." He said, then, "Anyway, what about you? I'm sure you're much more interesting than I am."

You took notice of the sun outside, and how you had been so oblivious to the rain stopping. How you hadn't noticed how the clouds had parted to reveal the autumn sun. And it was because of Steven, because he was your own personal sun and nothing could ever beat that.

Because he was dressed in dark denim and smelt like coffee. Because his lips were parted ever so slightly in a way that you wanted to kiss, and there was a world of his that you wanted to know. You were in his sweater and all he knew was your name and it was enough - enough to make you want more.

"Sure, I'll tell you everything. Let's walk and talk, see where we end up?"

Steven nodded at that, practically jumping up from the table as you suggested it. He was as eager as you were.

"Sounds bloody brilliant. Lead the way, Y/N."

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[chrisbitchtree]

It doesn’t take Billy long after first meeting Steve to realize how often the other boy sells himself short.

Countless times he’s overlooked his amazing ideas for school projects, basketball plays, rescue missions in the Upside Down, dinner plans and nights out, all in favour of suggestions from others. Even when Billy knows what Steve’s come up with is the better choice.

“We’ll get ‘em next time,” he’ll say when Tommy’s subpar play loses them the big game.

“We can definitely trust Dustin,” he’ll tell Billy, even though he knows that kids plan is 50% more likely to get them harmed or killed.

“I didn’t want pizza that bad and way,” he’ll shrug as Robin decides they’re getting Chinese, even though he knows Steve’s been craving pizza all day and has a coupon for buy one, get one 50% off at the little shop on Main.

Time and time again, Billy has to watch his friend, and eventually the boy he loves, cheat himself out of joy and victory and success, until one day he can’t take it anymore.

“Why do you do that to yourself?” He asks, pulling Steve to the side, after his boyfriend tells Nancy that of course her plan for how to arrange the furniture in his new apartment is way better than what Steve himself came up with, drawing and redrawing the layout over and over until he had it just how he wanted it, after she cuts off his presentation of his plans to tell him.

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know. They’re smarter than me. I figure they probably know better, right?”

Billy takes Steve’s hand in his own, squeezing it. “Steve, what makes you think they’re smarter than you?”

Steve doesn’t hesitate to reply “They all get way better grades than I ever did.”

It breaks Billy’s heart that Steve tears himself down because he didn’t perform well in school. “Princess, can any of them make a dinner for two from three frozen chicken fingers, some pasta, and sliced cheese?”

Steve shakes his head.

“Was Robin the one that figured out how to control the crowds at Family Video on Valentine’s Day?”

“No,” Steve mumbles.

“Can you see Wheeler surviving on her own while her parents ditch her to jet off to god knows where for weeks at a time?”

A small smile starts to form on Steve’s face. “Nope.” He even pops the P in a great imitation of Billy.

Billy wraps his arms around the brunette. “Grades aren’t the only thing that makes you smart, pretty boy. What you’re going to do is you’re going to go back in there and you’re going to tell Wheeler you’re doing it your way. Stand your ground. You know you’re right here.”

Billy sends Steve off with a kiss, watching with pride as Steve tells Nancy off, grabbing his drawn out plans and explaining them to the group they’ve assembled to help Steve move in. and a little bit of satisfaction at Wheeler finally getting what was coming to her.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #chrisbitchtree writes

[triforce-of-mischief]

Missed You

Summary: Legend pays a much needed visit to Ravio, who is concerned for his partner's well-being.

Word count: 2390

AO3

Relationships: QPR Legend/Ravio

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The last few days had been nothing but one bad event after another. The group had been temporarily separated, Legend had suffered an injury, and they had no idea where the shadow had escaped to. When the next portal appeared, Legend was pretty sure that every single one of them was expecting the worst.

Which is why, when they stepped out and gathered around a field in front of a familiar castle, Legend allowed himself a triumphant yell.

“That’s my castle! I mean- Fable’s castle. Anyway, I know where we are!”

“Thank the spirits for that,” Twilight said. “Shall we head there, then?”

“My house is right down the road,” Legend pointed out. “Can’t we go there?”

“We don’t know how long we’ll be here,” Time said. “It would be smarter to talk to the princess first while we have the chance. If we get that done before the next portal arrives, I don’t see why we can’t visit your partner after.”

Legend let out an unfortunately incriminating squawk. “Ravio isn’t- I mean, he is, but- you- how-”

“Oh please, it was obvious from the time we first saw you together,” Sky laughed, giving the flustered vet a pat on the back. “You bickered more than Malon and the old man, but we all saw that look in your eyes.”

Legend gripped his skirts, denying his hands the urge to tug his hat over his ears. “Yeah, it took us a while to figure things out, and a lot of it’s happened in our letters since I left, but… that’s what we are.”

“Aw, vet, you’re adorable when you blush,” Wind said, giggling madly.

“You little-”

Sky held Legend back before he could lunge at the brat, and Time stepped between them.

“Maybe we should split up then,” their leader suggested. “Most of us can go to the castle while Legend and the rest go to his house. Sound good?”

All parties nodded and quickly set to work determining who would go where.

“I’d like to meet Fable,” Sky volunteered.

“Do I have to go to a castle?” Hyrule mumbled, and Legend waved him over.

“I want Wars with me,” Legend said. “Knights don’t have the best reputation here yet. It’ll be better for him to lay low.”

That was his only justification, of course. It wasn’t like it was because Legend felt the most comfortable around Warriors regarding his phobia. The incident from a few days ago was far from being fresh on Legend’s mind, and he definitely wasn’t thinking about a conversation with Ravio that he wouldn’t be able to avoid.

Nope.

A few minutes later, and with a rendezvous planned, Legend led his small group of heroes one way while Time and the rest followed the road in the opposite direction. Wild had opted to avoid the castle as well, so Legend had three other heroes trailing behind him.

“Remember: most of my stuff is magical, and most of that is dangerous. So don’t touch anything unless I give you permission.”

“That’s what you said last time,” Hyrule piped up.

“And you touched everything,” Legend said, deadpan. “You’re just lucky that you were only looking at maps while Wind almost cursed himself with a ring.”

“So this time we know what’s safe to touch,” Wild said.

“Nothing,” Legend growled, making sure that Wild’s cheeky grin faded a little. “If you mess anything up, I’ll make you walk to the castle and explain to Fable yourself.”

The group arrived at Legend’s house without further incident, and the others stood back to let Legend knock on the door. It was his house, of course, he had a key, but Ravio was a bit paranoid about thieves.

“It’s me!” Legend yelled. “And a few friends.”

They heard a muffled crash and a startled yelp. “Mister- oof- Mister Hero?!”

Legend took a step back just in time, letting the door whip past the space that his nose had been occupying a moment ago. A purple blur barreled into him, nearly knocking him over, and he felt Warriors’ hand steady him.

“One of these days I’m gonna be dead on my own doorstep,” Legend groaned, but he knew that the others could see his smile.

“I missed you so much,” Ravio said, and Sheerow chirped agreement from his shoulder.

“Missed you too, bun.” Legend matched the intensity of Ravio’s hug, taking a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of holding his partner close. So much had happened in the months they had been apart, but Legend was finally home. He loved adventuring and life on the road, but time spent away made reunions that much better.

“It’s nice to see you again, Ravio,” Warriors said, reminding them that they weren’t alone.

“Oh, of course!” Ravio exclaimed, pulling away from Legend a little so he could properly greet his guests. “It’s always a pleasure to see Mister Captain Hero Sir, and Mister Traveler Hero, and Mister Champion Hero!” The merchant stood on his tip-toes, peeking over Legend to glance over the rest of the yard. “Are your other friends not with you today?”

“The old man thought it best to visit with Fable,” Legend explained, nudging Ravio back down. “And I wanted to check on my house, so we split up.”

“Hmm… and I’m sure your plan has nothing to do with the fact that I’m living here?” Ravio teased, looping his arms around Legend’s shoulders and leaning in to nuzzle his nose. Ignoring his partner’s Ravi please, you’re embarrassing me, the merchant continued, “I suppose I can be persuaded to provide our lovely heroes with some good food! Free of charge, of course.” Legend gave him a look until he added, “And board, for as long as you need to stay. A- also free of charge.”

Hyrule piped up, “If you need rupees, I’m sure we can-”

“No, he’s just kidding,” Legend assured him. “Your rupees are safe, Roolie… I would watch your pockets though. Sheerow has a knack for nicking shiny things.”

Sheerow chittered indignantly.

“So are you gonna let us in, or are we camping out here?” Legend asked, just to see Ravio’s adorable pout.

“You never have any patience, Mister Hero!” Ravio scolded. “Yes, yes, come in already!”

Ravio released Legend, grabbing his hands to pull him into the house. Legend wasn’t prepared for the amount of force his partner used, causing the stitches in his shoulder to send a sharp ache down his arm. He stumbled through the doorway with a yelp, crashing into Ravio who had stopped just as suddenly.

“I’m fine!” Legend said as worry flashed across Ravio’s face. “Just didn’t know we were moving, that’s all.”

Ravio’s eyes flicked to the heroes behind them. He nodded and gave Legend a look before addressing them, his voice suddenly full of fake cheer. “Make yourselves at home, please! Link and I are going to have a quick chat.”

Legend was once again dragged along, though much gentler this time, through his house until Ravio was slamming his bedroom door behind them. The merchant whirled around, wringing his hands and looking Legend up and down. “Where are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Ravi, really,” Legend tried. “We healed it as much as we could.”

“I won’t believe you until I see it,” Ravio said quietly, staring determinedly at Legend, who finally flinched and reached for his belt.

“Just… I don’t want you to freak out,” Legend explained, struggling to lift his arm properly. Ravio hurried to help, pulling his red outer tunic off and laying it neatly on the bed. “You’re squeamish about these things and I don’t want you to faint or anything.”

“I’m not going to faint, love,” Ravio assured him. “I’m a coward at heart, not faint of heart. Now, where is it?”

Legend sighed, pointing to his injured shoulder. Ravio stepped behind him, pushing the collar of his green tunic aside so he could see. Legend didn’t know exactly what the scar looked like- Four had offered to let him look in a mirror, but he had declined- but Ravio recognized it immediately.

“Stitches?” Ravio gasped, his finger tracing around them.

“Yeah,” Legend said, keeping still so Ravio could see. “Some lucky boko shot me with an arrow and we didn’t have any potions or fairies so we had to do it the dirty way.”

“Were- were you unconscious?”

“No… I only passed out after they finished. I felt everything.” He shivered, remembering how terrible it had felt, how much it had hurt.

“They… wait, who’s they? Who did this to you?” Ravio fixed Legend’s tunic back in place, turning the hero around to face him.

“Wars, Four and Rule… but it isn’t like you think, they didn’t hurt me,” Legend said, then corrected himself. “Well, I mean- they did, but they were… really good about it. I was bleeding pretty badly and Wars took the time to calm me down even a little. He talked me through it while Rule stayed close and Four took care of- of patching it up.”

“It sounds too good to be true,” Ravio breathed.

“I know. I still don’t understand why they were so nice to me, but it seems like Wars isn’t going to let this go quietly. We had a good talk after I woke up, and things are good with Rule and R- Four. Even though they all saw me acting absolutely pathetic and-”

“Oh no you don’t, we’re not doing that.” Careful of his shoulder, Ravio gathered Legend into a hug. “You are my amazing Mister Hero and I’ll never care how scared you are or what you’re afraid of.”

Legend melted into his partner’s embrace, fighting a losing battle to keep himself composed. “Thank you, bun…”

“I just wish I could’ve been there,” Ravio whispered. “I hate knowing that you’re alone and scared out there and not even Sheerow can reach you.”

Legend laughed softly. “Are you kidding? You know how bad you get, neither of us would’ve lasted ten seconds before Warriors would’ve actually had to pin us to the ground. I knew that you would be waiting for me when it was all over, and I was right, yeah?”

“True,” Ravio hummed. “But it’ll take a lot more than common sense to keep me from wanting to help my beloved in his moment of need.”

“You’re impossible…” Legend rested his chin on Ravio’s shoulder, surprising both of them with a wet sniffle.

Ravio tried to pull back and look at Legend, but was thwarted by his partner’s clinginess. “Link?”

“Jus’ missed you,” Legend mumbled.

“We already established that,” Ravio said gently. “Do you need to sit?”

Legend gave a noncommittal hum, content to just be close to Ravio. The merchant took that as a ‘yes’, however, and shuffled over to the bed with Legend still secure in his arms.

Ravio was warm and safe and home, and Legend was crying by the time Ravio eased them down. His partner knew not to pry, simply hugging Legend tight. This only made Legend even more emotional as he attempted to hide his tears and choke back sobs.

“M-missed you.”

Ravio shushed him. “I know, baby.”

Legend hiccupped. “Love you, Ravio.”

“I love you too, Link.” Ravio ran his fingers through Legend’s bangs, wandering up and lingering near the hero’s ear. “This ok?”

“Mhm, yes please.”

Ravio traced light patterns over Legend’s pointed ear, his fingers intermittently slipping behind to provide pleasant scratches to the soft skin there. Legend’s tears slowed as he snuggled into his partner’s comforting touch, and he may or may not have let a happy squeak slip out.

“When Four was working on my shoulder, you know what Wars talked about?” Legend murmured after a while.

“Do tell,” Ravio whispered back.

“He told me about you. He told me all about your habits and personality and skills…” Legend smiled to himself, remembering that small spark of light in the darkness. The happy memories that he had clung to in that moment of fear, now surrounding him in safety once more.

“How much he must have overstated! Only Ravio thinks so much of himself,” the merchant huffed.

“No, it was all true. And I think the world of you too,” Legend said. He hoped that his voice, tired from crying as it was, fully conveyed his sincerity.

“Goodness, Mister Hero… I don’t seem to recall you being quite this sappy during past returns,” Ravio mused, and was Legend imagining the tears in his voice?

“Yeah, well… I guess that’s what happens when something triggers my phobia,” Legend said, then whined when Ravio’s fingers momentarily paused behind his ear.

“That’s a new word,” Ravio said, resuming the gentle scratches.

“Oh, um, Four taught me about it… it’s a fear that’s so severe that it interferes with daily life, and encounters are… really bad. Me and you, we both have trypanophobia- a severe fear of-” even now he had to take a deep breath to prepare himself, “-a severe fear of needles.”

He felt Ravio flinch at the word, and gave him a coo of reassurance before continuing.

“It’s not something that can be cured or dealt with overnight, but Four and Wars claim that there’s a way to come to terms with it. It can take a really long time but they say that if somebody with trypanophobia has a good support system and learns coping techniques… then they’ll be able to face their fear in a healthy way.”

“And you want to try this?” Ravio guessed.

“I’ve been warned that it won’t be easy, but yeah, I do,” Legend said quietly. “Plus, it it works for me, maybe it’ll work for you too. I’ll make sure that you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen before you agree to it.”

“I’d be willing to give it a try… I just hope that it makes things easier for you. Out and about and facing your fears left and right… that’s not the life I want for my dearest bunny.”

“Ravi, you know how I feel about that nickname,” Legend groaned, hiding his grin in the crook of his partner’s neck. “So… do you want to talk to them? After dinner, maybe?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Ravio said, placing a gentle kiss on Legend’s hair. “We’ll get through this, love. Together.”

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[ohpollenpowder]

You're tired. But you're home.

You can't remember the last time you found yourself there, it'd been too long at this point. Could you have forgotten the way? After all, it's been years of travel and battle, some of them not even a battle you had a bone in, yet you found yourself in the midst of it anyway. All because you had this driving, aching need to make sure that there was a world worth saving. A place that needed protecting that you could go back to at the end of it all. But finding that "end of it all" was the hardest part of the journey, with new conflicts and enemies always raising their heads the moment the last one laid theirs down for the last time. If only you could do the same with your weapons.

Finally, that day has come. There's no more need for your hand at their beck-and-call, no need for your experience that rivals that of those three times your age. And there's not one bit of you that feels upset about that, not even jealous of the new hand at the helm. Perhaps, though, there's more than a little bit of guilt, a little bit of sorrow, and a little bit of relief. It's a torch that you've passed on after holding it for a much longer time than you had initially anticipated. After all, wasn't it supposed to be just that one dragon? Yet… Now you've been given the clear to go on home.

It's funny how even when you're bone-deep exhausted, the kind of spent that accumulates over months of grabbing minutes of sleep and maybe a meal here and there… Running on literal fumes to the point where your sanity (and your patience) is just hanging on by the tiniest—yet somehow strongest—of threads. Your feet…they know exactly where to go with steady yet lingering steps, hesitating perhaps because they fear the closer they get to home, the greater the chance you'll be called again. And this trip will all be for naught. But still, they know the way. Despite wanting to pass out where you stand, you seem to stumble your way through the familiar woods, down the stone steps, and up the path to a place where you can rest.

Truly, a place to rest. Because there, there are no world-saving obligations, no one asking you to fix every small problem that maybe a group of twenty minds smarter than yours (but with less experience) could solve. Just the warm glow of a fire with your favorite chair and blanket turned just so, and a plate of delicious not just edible food is waiting with a frosty beverage. And after that, a warm bath you get to linger in, well until after the water turns cold and your skin wrinkles up. And… If you're lucky… There's loved ones to hold you, welcome you home to them safe and sound. To comfort you when the nightmares come calling, or the pain reawakens in the middle of the night. All of it to just fall into a blissful embrace of sleep, a sleep that might just last a few days depending on how long and hard you've pushed yourself this last time. Or how long loved ones or injuries keep you there.

The easing of the soul that comes with such a place… It could only be called "home."

You were tired. But you're home.

#~misc #not sure where all of this came from #i had a thought in my head of a weary commander coming home finally #after everything they'd gone through #enjoy....?????

[dolldumbdoll]

First thing after your kidnapped, you won't even realize it's happened. We're friends, after all. I invited you to a trip out to a cabin in the mountains. Just a fun get away. Sure, it's a little odd I told you not to tell anyone you were going, but that's no big deal. You trust me, after all. Right?

After three days of fun in the woods, hidden cameras, hypno tracks, mantras, and subliminals playing while you sleep, you finally realize what's going on when I sit you down for breakfast and tell you to your face.

You aren't going home until I break you. Until I make you utterly mine. Until you don't have a thought in your head that I didn't put there. You're free to try and run, and I will have fun tracking you down, throwing you against the nearest tree, and fucking you then and there.

Otherwise, I'm going to spend the rest of our time here together gaslighting you, tricking you, gaining your trust back before starting all over again.

After our trip here, you will have learned to love thoughtlessly, effortlessly, and immediately obeying my every order.

Then, you'll introduce me to your parents and tell them that whole 'missing person' thing was just a silly mistake, that you've been with the love of your life, that you couldn't imagine going on without me in your life, and you're moving in with me immediately.

You'll upend your whole life, make yourself completely dependent on me, and love it. Just because I told you to, on a whim. You follow every order I give you, no matter how silly, pointless, humiliating, and degrading it is. Because you're mine, and you can't even think it could ever be any other way.

-🔐

this is truly terrifying, it could happen to me so easily. i trust my friends a lot and camping sounds a bit uncomfortable but if you are so excited for it, i will try to be good company for you.

when you tell me, i think you’re joking at first. there’s no way that stuff happens in real life, right? certainly not to me, not from you. but even then i know. deep down, i can hear the subliminals on the back of my mind now that you mention it. i try to make you stop joking about this stuff, and when i realize this is really happening i try to run.

i know it’s useless. we’re in the middle of nowhere, we can’t even drive and i don’t know the way home. you’re gonna outrun me anyway, and you do. you rape me mercilessly, and i cry and beg you to stop but i can’t avoid the truth anymore. i’m stuck with you. i’m your victim now.

i try to make sense of it, try to keep myself sane. but i’m so scared and confused, and suddenly you’re my nice friend again. i must have imagined it, just a bad dream. the bruises on my body tell another story, but that can be just from falling when we were climbing through the woods.

until you start touching me in a way that’s not appropriate, a way that i don’t want… or do i? i didn’t ask for this, no. i’m begging you to stop… i’m begging you to help me… i’m begging you to… to please, please fuck me more.

you break me, after all. you’re patient, way smarter than me and you planned this for a long time. i start to believe your every word and doubt my own mind. and then i’m moving in with you, of course i am, and i am giving up my entire life to be yours, to give you pleasure. you’re the only who takes care of me anyway. i can’t remember anything different.

#cnc kidnapping #kidnap fantasy #r4pepl4y #r4p3b4it #send threats #cnc fr33use #hard k1nk #anon #🔐 anon #asks

[dorotontheglow]

Why Would You Not Want Change?

Think of it this way: Why would you want to suffer? And if you don't want to suffer, why would you dwell on your sadness?

It took me a while to realize that I was going to live and it meant that if I did not change my ways, I was gonna live like this my whole life. If there's no way out, the only way is up. Or do you wanna stay in your rock bottom? Is your lowest point, also, your comfort zone?

Yes, things could have been different. I could have learned two-three languages but unfortunately, I lost that time to mental illness. The thing is that, though, if you do not take action, a few years from now the future you will be looking at you, thinking "damn, I could have studied a language at that time. I would've learned two-three languages by now." You are never late. Get that idea out of your head. The future you is still being built by YOU. You choose who you'll become. Push yourself a little. You don't have to study Spanish for two hours every single day, you don't have to learn it in three, in six months. What you need to do now is to start. Doesn't matter if it's 2 minutes or 2 words a day. Just start.

You are going to live this life. That distant future you're so scared of will become your today one day. It is scary I know. But if you're going to do this, do it right. Prepare yourself. Do something every day that will benefit you in the long run. You might not have defined muscles right now, though you're working out. But do you know who has them? YOU if you keep working out. You might be A1 in Spanish but do you know who speaks it fluently? YOU if you keep studying. The fact that the future you might be doing these means that you are also capable of making it happen for her. Yeah, she knows how to speak Spanish but it's you that made it happen. You are capable as you are now. Your potential, your best-self, higher self is not some mystical creature detached from your current self. Without your current self, she would never exist. Believe in yourself.

Also, we are doing this right? We are living this life, we'll continue doing so. So why would you want to stop at this state? Since we're doing this, why not make it a pleasant life for you to live in? Why not become a little healthier, a bit smarter, happier? There's no logical explanation as to why you wouldn't want these for yourself.

Sadness, anxiety, depression sucks. Sometimes the best you can do is to survive and that is valid. But there's a point where it just becomes comfortable. Make yourself a little uncomfortable and step towards your best self.

#level up #glow up #selfcare #skincare #health #glowup #self esteem #life #self improvement #body goals #best self #self confidence #self awareness #self care #self love #higher self #higher consciousness #higher education #ambition

[mishwanders]

Chapter Three [No.031]: Animal Impulses

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Warnings: more restraints (Wesker really likes to tie up reader), Wesker gets pinned, reader tries their hardest not to bite him.

Summary: You inspect your new home and Wesker surprises you.

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After your little discussion on the house rules and the ‘research’, Wesker allowed you to roam the house a bit on your own while he attended to some other concerns in his office. If you had to be honest, it was nice having a small break from him. His scent was ripping you to shreds inside, your animal impulses almost kicked in on the car ride, ready to rip that metal screen down and take a bite into his throat.

You also realized how much you hated being in the city itself. All of the lights, blaring horns, and the scents that were infiltrating the car - it was all so overwhelming and your head had been pounding like a drum. You were thankful that he lived somewhere tucked away from it all. At least you could get some peace and quiet over here.

You walked up the stairs, making your way to the upper story of the house, walking down the hall, taking a look at the rooms. You found a large bathroom with a separate tub and walk-in shower, a master bedroom, and a spare room with a guest bed. It all seemed rather normal for a person like him, so you made your way back down stairs, walking into the large kitchen. It was odd how normal it all felt while still being very sterile. It was almost as bad as the lab you had just left. You wondered why he kept it like this. Was it because he was hardly ever here in the first place or was he just really freaked out by germs? You shook your head. Couldn’t be the last one, he works for Umbrella of all places, that’s their whole thing. Regardless, it was rather boring here, so you left the room and made your way back to the stairwell.

You wandered around more, happening to find a door underneath the stairs. Your curiosity was piqued, so you opened it, finding a lone hanging light in front of you. You flipped the switch turning it on to find a flight of stairs descending down below to a concrete basement. You looked back out towards Wesker’s office, seeing the door was still closed. You took another look down there, making sure that nothing suspicious was about to come up before you turned the light back off and closed the door.

“Nope.” You whispered, “Not doing any of that.”

You felt a hand creeping up on your shoulder, grabbing hold of you. You grabbed it, twisting the arm of the owner before proceeding to tackle them to the ground, straddling over them and pinning their hands above their heads.

You looked down to realize that it was Wesker below you. He grimaced after hitting the floor so hard with his head. He attempted to move out of your grip, but you refused to let him go, tightening your grip, and keeping him down in his place. Your senses were taking over once again, the scent of him reaching your nose, infiltrating your lungs. Your mouth watered, the craving was coming back again. You did your best to fight your urges, starving off the animal impulses. You couldn’t lose control, not right now.

“Don’t sneak up on me.” You muttered, “That’s a damn good way to get yourself killed.”

“Noted.” He replied.

He watched you intently, taking in how you looked as you fought your impulses.

“I’m curious, what’s stopping you from taking a bite right now? I can see how badly you want to.”

“Because I need you.” You replied, “If you’re gone, I know they’ll come for me too. I’m in no place to be on my own. Not right now.”

“You’re a smart one.” He said with a smirk, “Smarter than Marcus ever gave you credit for.”

That took you by surprise. You never expected him to compliment you. You wondered if it was his way of getting you out of your head, appealing to a part of you that some would consider to be human. Whatever he was doing, it worked. You felt the pull on you lessen, even though his scent was still filling your lungs, appealing to your cravings. But you were able to let go of him, allowing him to move his hands away, sitting up with you still in his lap. You were trembling as you continued to force yourself to calm down, taking deep breaths. He reached his hands up to your face, caressing your cheeks. You wanted to do everything in your power to pull away, afraid that your animal impulses would win this time, but you didn’t, allowing him to hold you there, inspecting you.

He never said a word, he just continued to inspect you like a little experiment, taking in all of the little pieces of your face, the imperfections that dotted your skin. It was becoming rather irritating, the silence was almost as deafening as the pounding of your heart in your chest.

“What is it?” You asked

“Nothing. I’m just taking the chance to have a close look at you.” He replied

“Still treating me like an experiment?”

“That’s what you are. But I’m just noticing how human you still look, even with the viruses running rampant in your system. It’s intriguing.” He said, “it’s like you’re still trying to hold onto your humanity.”

“No.” You replied, “Not humanity. I’m trying to survive. That’s all.”

He smirked at you.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Depends. What do the normal ones do?” You asked

He chuckled at you, “I wouldn’t know. Never really been one of them myself, no matter how easy it is to play the part.”

“Is that what this is? Just a part to be played?”

“Isn’t that what life’s about? Play the part to get what you want?” He asked

“You have an odd way of looking at life.” You commented

“And you have an odd way of living it.” He replied

“Wasn’t my fucking choice.” You muttered, “Umbrella made sure of that.”

“And they played a part to get what they wanted.” He said, “How interesting. It just comes back around in a circle.”

You rolled your eyes at him, getting tired of this little game he was playing with you. You took his hand in yours, removing them from your face.

“Where the hell am I sleeping tonight?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

You followed his gaze directly at the door behind you. The one that led down to the basement. You looked back at him, disappointed.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” You said

“I wish I was, but you have yet to prove to me that we can both make it through the night without you acting out on your impulses. It’s the safest place we can keep you for now.” He explained

You were about to ask him who it was safe for, but you knew the answer already. It was safer for both of you. As long as he was alive, he would take care of you and as long as you were alive, he could get what he wanted.

You slid off of his lap, allowing him to stand up, then followed him over to the door, going in first down the stairs, all the way to the concrete basement. There was nothing down here except for the stairs, a water heater, and a group of blankets and pillows all thrown on the floor, with chains connected to the wall. You shook your head and laughed at the situation you had now found yourself in. He raised an eyebrow and looked at you.

‘What’s so funny?” He asked

“I just keep getting out of one prison and jumping head first into another.” You replied, “This feels like something that would happen in a horror movie.”

“Think of it less like a horror movie and more like an extra precaution. You are the danger here, don’t forget that. Besides, if all goes well, and you’re able to control yourself, you won’t have to stay down here long.” He explained, “Until then, this will be where you sleep.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of sleep sitting heavily on your body. You moved towards the blankets and pillows, getting it the way that felt at least a little bit comfortable for you before he made his way over, kneeling down before you and putting on your shackles and collar. When he was done he took one good look at you in your state. He took a bold move and ruffled your hair.

“Sleep tight, pet.”

You glared at him as he left you there, irritated by his comment. He knew how to get under your skin with his words just as much as his silence. It was something you wished you could do with your teeth. You watched him leave you behind, turning off the light as he locked you away in the darkness. You laid back on the pillows, letting out a sigh as you closed your eyes. You had to get yourself in check to get out of this room, that was your only option. The question was, how?

You shook your head, trying not to obsess over it now. You were already down here for the night, you could plot later in the daylight. For now you needed rest, you needed sleep.

You just needed some peace.

Chapter Two: Desire

Chapter Four: You’ve Created A Monster

#resident evil fic #resident evil fandom #resident evil fanfiction #dead by daylight wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #wesker x reader #dbd wesker #albert wesker #resident evil wesker #re wesker #stars wesker #s.t.a.r.s. wesker #s.t.a.r.s. #re0 #re1 #resident evil 0 #resident evil #resident evil 1 #the devils teeth #series: the devil’s teeth

[sasster]

What Are the Odds?

[Bet you wanna read this in a Google Doc instead. I will provide.]

While it is always easier when the marks come to the Underground upon finding themselves on one of Mole’s lists and he did find it endlessly entertaining, you somehow, selfishly, wished that this specific group of trolls didn’t get that memo. Often, he cited these submissions to the inevitable as being cute. It was rare that he didn’t find who he was looking for, after all. But it was one thing to see their names, crimes against the empire and all, fall onto his list. It was another thing entirely to watch them file neatly in front of his desk, an attempt to appeal for their lives.

You aren’t surprised, they were cowards after all. Intelligent? Yes. But it did not hold a candle to their cowardice.

One by one the three of them come to stand before him, their new judge and jury. And one by one still their eyes fall on you, those eyes seem fit to start falling out of skulls when the realization hits.

Isn’t he dead?

This can’t be.

What?

One need not be able to read minds to see it, the surprise painted on their faces left little mystery as to what they were thinking. Three sets of eyes, two teal and one brown, fixed on what must most certainly be a ghost.

Your gaze lingers on the brown blood the longest, and for a moment it is so silent that one could hear a pin drop.

Mole clears his throat, and the two midbloods lock eyes with him instead. You, however, are still trapped in a terrible staring contest with the biggest coward in the bunch. Your mate adjusts himself so that he can better rest a hand at your back.

“You wanted my audience. Do not waste it.” Though there is the usual bit of humor he had with these cases in his voice, something a little more sinister lurked beneath. A trained ear could make out the disgust that started to pull its way to the surface.

More silence.

“Speak.” He demands, when they do not take the hint.

One of the teals speaks finally. Kaeski, so charismatic, always taking the lead when there is big trouble ahead. They had a way about schmoozing with authority to get out of a jam, sometimes swaying even the staunchest pro-empire fleet official onto their side. That was always the plan. Strike a deal, we can be an asset to you.

You hear the words before the sentence leaves their mouth.

“We can be an asset to you and your people.” Despite the scare your appearance must have given them, their voice is steady and filled with the confidence of a troll that has made a deal like this and hundreds of others before. “Resources. The unaligned resources that we have access to will see to it that your community continues to thrive.”

Mole sits back, using two fingers to rub your back rhythmically. He thinks that this appeal is cute, almost comical in its futility.

“We heard that you serve yourself before the empire.” They continue, offering Mole a deal he can’t refuse. That was their favorite line. Followed by their most charming of smiles. “How can you refuse a deal like that?”

And there it is, punctuated by two neat rows of teeth. Dazzling on the surface, lackluster in the glow of the fairy lights that illuminate the room.

“Is that all?” Comes your mate's curt response, he is less than impressed.

Kaeski is silent for a moment, searching their mind for a preloaded line to get them out of dodge. The other teal blood, Fidoni, finds himself lost in Owl's unrelenting stare. Tucked into Moles other side, it is easy to miss them at first comparatively. They watch the trio with vitriol much harsher than your shared mates' judgment.

That leaves you swimming in the wide eyed stare of the brown blood, Isease. She looks fit to take off in a sprint. If only Mole held these meetings closer to the surface.

But he is much smarter than that.

“Whatever you want. It’s yours.” Another stock phrase from their spokesperson.

“Rest assured, this is always true.” He smiles. “You will not like what I want, however.”

Kaeski opens their mouth to speak, but Isease beats them to the punch with a voice that rings out against the high ceilings of the burrow and bounces along it until it finds its home in your skull.

You wish it didn’t.

“Saixas! Please, tell him to give us a chance. Please, I’m so sorry! If I only knew you lived!” If I knew you would make it.

You squeeze your eyes tight to expel the sound of her voice from your head in the same instant that Mole tightens his arm around you protectively.  Her voice, uttering your name, rattles around in your skull with reckless abandon.

“Saixas!”

When you reopen your eyes, you are no longer in the safety of Moles arms, or in the Underground at all.

Instead, you are perched in a tree, running lookout and communications on a mission gone awry. It’s been a difficult one, something you would call whatever the opposite of a success is called. Right, failure.

Maybe if they listened, or if you were a touch more convincing, you wouldn’t be stuck unarmed in a tree with bullets whizzing past you, obscured by the pouring rain that turned the makeshift battlefield into a confusing muddy mess.

“You good up there, Sai? We in the clear?” Came Kaeski’s voice over your ear piece. They sounded like this was just another weekend. How is it that they were always so calm at times like this? Perhaps that’s why they were the leader.

“Define in the clear. Is that another way for saying we’re fucked? We’re surely that.”

They laugh.

“How about this, anybody shot?”

The other two give their negative responses just as a bullet passes literally right by your head.

“Not yet anyway. They have no idea where the two of you got off to. They’re shooting aimlessly. And mostly up!” You work so hard to quell your nerves as you speak, emulating Kaeski’s level-headedness to the best of your ability. “Not exactly their best and brightest at this compound. I’m coming down.”

Isease gives a thumbs up from where she sat at the tree's base.

A second barely passes, you don’t even get the chance to move, before one of the wayward bullets finds its way into your left shoulder.

Ah, fuck.

Adrenaline happens to be a hell of a drug, and you begin your descent regardless. Lest the next one hits something a little more important.

“All good, Sai?” Isease’s voice is in your ear. She is more scared for herself than worried.

That could have been me.

But it wasn’t.

“In and out.” You manage through a grimace, more focused on climbing down the side of the wet tree.

“Fuck, tell me you didn’t get hit up there, Sai.” Kaeski again, you run the risk of a motivational speech if you validate their fear.

Instead, you grapple with the side of the tree, the three voices in your ear blending in with the rest of the background noise. There is a lot of emotion in the air, and it distracts from your new mission of get feet on the ground.

You’re halfway down when it happens again, a shell explodes directly into your right hand, forcing it to surrender its already feeble grasp on the wet bark. The impact with the unyielding earth, saturated from the rain, happens suddenly and so thoroughly knocks the wind out of you, you didn’t feel the third bullet enter your side.

Small blessings.

“Sai?” Tell them he was dead before he hit the ground. We’ll be sitting ducks.

Isease stands over you, her cover the tree that proved useless in its aid to you.

“Saixas, that was a rough fall. Are you okay?” Her words betray her intentions, and no words come to you in time. You watch helplessly as she pulls the earpiece off of you.

“He, uhm.” Look at those shallow breaths, he won’t make it anyway. “He’s gone guys.”

She mouths an empty ‘I’m sorry Saixas’ and carries on through the brush.

Squelch!

The sound of rubber squeaking against itself, tightly wound around a fist, brings you back to the present. The ruffling of feathers and, ironically, the smell of wet earth cements your place in it.

That must not have been a very long trip, but Mole is on his feet. Anger cascades off of him in waves as he regards the now cowering trio. At some point, Owl got your hand in between theirs, they rub it against their cheek sympathetically.

“Do not address him.” He did not raise his voice, but the rumbling growl that accompanied it commanded the attention of the entire room. “I was kind enough to hear your case, and this is your thanks?”

He is focused squarely on Isease. From where you are seated, it looks almost as though the floor has come alive around her. Disembodied hands sprouting from the writhing mass, reaching for and grasping all around her from foot to waist.

“Utter his name again, so that you may die with it on your tongue.”

#coko writes sometimes #hare things #some npcs we can all forget about after this #heyeyyyyyyy #i would appreciate.. .. NICENESS about this one #i took a minecraft picaxe to the obleisk of a writers block i had for this one #i'm mostly satisifed with how it turned out i think #kicks several rocks..... #enjoi...

[thebumblecee]

Ten Line Game

rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. then tag ten people.

I was tagged by the lovely @detective-giggles

When I’m like this you’re the one I want (TK/Carlos) -

It’s most likely for the best. Carlos nods. He looks down at the mug between his hands, there’s a few stray tea leaves floating on the top because TK never double strains. He’s always been too impatient. They make Carlos’ chest feel hollow.

Something so wholesome (TK/Carlos) -

TK is definitely smirking as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and it looks obscene. “Good?” He asks, there’s something underneath the cockiness that’s not as sure as the rest of him. Like he’s trying to figure out if Carlos wants to stop for a breather or for good.

“Very good.” Carlos pants. “So good, if you keep it up I’m going to finish too quickly.” TK doesn’t look concerned about that at all, in fact he’s beaming.

Wishing to be the friction in your jeans (TK/Carlos/Billy) -

They might be about to fuck for his husband’s pleasure but TK is not a complete slut and he won’t let a man fuck him without a little intimacy first. “Kiss me.” He demands, he can almost picture Carlos waiting to hear them on the radio eagerly. “I want to taste you.”

Didn’t know I was starving till I tasted you (TK/Carlos + a little bit of everyone) -

Carlos can see the second he pieces together the way he looks under his terrible disguise. “What the fuck happened to you? You look like you’ve been hit by a bus.”

“A truck actually.”

Gonna please you every way I can (TK/Carlos) -

He’s taking his time putting it on just to watch Carlos squirm. “Under your uniform at work you can have your pretty little cock caged away in a chastity belt. Just for me.”

“Always for you.” Carlos pants. They’ve never taken this kind of play outside the house before but TK knows the thought of subbing in his patrol uniform drives his husband wild. To be in a position of power on the outside while being wholly at TK’s mercy under his clothes.

Pace yourself for me (TK/Carlos) -

They’re at Carlos’ sleek townhouse before TK knows it. He sends a screenshot of his coordinates on google maps to Nancy.

“Just in case you’re a murderer.” He quips at Carlos who doesn’t look offended.

“Smart.” He says, he smiles at TK with a hint of wickedness. “Smarter than following a strange man home to play with his knives.”

Educating Mateo ♥️ (Carlos/TK/Mateo) -

“Are you guys getting a dog?” he asks, head tilted to the side. He holds up a black dog bowl that was stashed at the back of the cupboard. If the bedazzled BITCH wasn’t a clue then TK’s blush should be.

A laugh escapes TK. Mateo is looking at him with a sweet naivety. They really should put that in a better hiding place. “No, um, that’s not for an actual dog.” He feels shy all of a sudden as if he wasn’t a part of the reason Mateo was coming all over himself multiple times 12 hours ago.

Mateo looks at it and frowns, “Then what…” his eyes widen and TK chuckles. “Oh.”

What hurts the most (TK/Carlos) -

“Do you know he went to art college before becoming a cop?” This was a piece of information that TK only just learned himself the other week, and only because Andrea told him. “His mother told me that, not even him.“

“Art college? Wow. He really does contain multitudes.” Even through the quip TK can see Nancy was shocked. She should be shocked, she just found out something about her friend that she should know by now. TK was closed off about his life in New York at first but after he got comfortable with them, he told them everything. Addiction. Exes. College. He wanted them to go into being his friend with their eyes wide open.

How Do You Love (TK/Carlos) -

“Carlos look at me.” His eyes snap to TK’s, he didn’t even realise he was looking at the floor. TK doesn’t look angry, he looks concerned. “Before we go further, I need verbal confirmation, okay? I need to know you’re not too far gone. Can you answer me baby?”

“Yes, sir.”

A heart that beats in time with yours (TK/Carlos) -

“Sex is romantic.” TK argues, if his captain knew this was the plan they probably wouldn’t have let TK sneak off. “You’re the one that brought me to a hotel in the middle of a shift.” It’s not his fault he took the hint and ran with it.

“Yeah, for lunch.” Carlos reminds him. He pushes the door open and TK gasps.

—

I tried to keep it to just Tarlos but you know me, I’m not great at that.

No pressure tags: @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes @chaotictarlos @heartstringsduet @wandering-night19 @paperstorm that’s all the people I know that won’t mind me tagging them, if you want to play though tag me so I can see ♥️ I love seeing people play these games.

#cee speaks #writing #911 lonestar #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lonestar fic #911 ls #911 ls fic #fanfic

[yandereloversblog]

Ey saw your request open again and i'd like to request Moon for the emoji headcanon with

5. 🤖 What do they fear the most?

20. 📸 Are they likely to hide little “keepsakes” from their crush?

28. ❤️ How do they feel about PDA?

35. 💖 What would be one of their darkest fantasies?

14. 🌕 What is something that would really please them?

22. 🥀 What would be their biggest weakness?

Moon is a really interesting yandere ngl,,him being all smart and calculating is fucking annoying me and I'd like to know wtf is their weakness and use it against them 👩‍🦯

I was about to add Which of the seven deadly sins are they most guilty of? But I think that man ain't no guilty of anything tbh 🕴

I don't know what's the limit of the sending an emoji headcanon so I apologize if it's too much,,

And also just a quick question,is the request open for only the emoji headcanon?

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩

More like what sin isn't this man guilty of 🧍‍♀️- but yeah, if it came down to it I prefer Moon over Sun (least in my version) so I gave him a little bit more to work with- which in return made him smarter and more annoying to deal with XD

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 📸 -> 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

Moon doesn't steal, that's such a harsh word too... Besides, it's not stealing or hiding the keepsakes from you if the object was lost to begin with. Let's say you forgot something and you still haven't remembered it by the end of your shift; it's his now. It's fair game after your shift is done, Moon has already given you three nap times and the entire day with Sundrop to get it back but you choose to have it lost? If he chooses to hide it and keep it doesn't mean it's his fault.

𝐏𝐃𝐀 ❤️ -> 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

Never initiates, especially if you've been kidnapped of abducted by him. But if YOU try to hug him or do anything then yes, Moon will scoop you up in his arms all gently and cuddle you to sleep [Somehow all your cuddle sessions with Moon end up with you sleeping on him] It's not that he doesn't like to be affectionate with you, Moon just doesn't like you resisting him so he's not even going to try knowing how it might turn out [Especially if you've been kidnapped]

But when you're the one being all pouty and demanding affection Moon will never say no to you, the cuddles also come with soft hums and lullabies no matter your situation. Moon does like to keep his hands on you but just to annoy or tease you about something.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 💖 -> 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

You know how every yandere wants you to obey and listen to them? Well Moon wants you to do the opposite. He wants you to disobey him as much as you like so he can punish you without limits and then care for you right after so you know your life is in his hands, whether it be your pain or comfort.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 🌕 -> 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

Referring to the PDA question, Moon really likes when you initiate contact with him because to him it means you do want at least something. Moon also really likes when you bring him something, like gifts you made yourself or even a damn rock because the color was similar to his, did you really think of him during the day and got those? How sweet.

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 🥀 -> 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

When you get hurt, or if you've been hurt [By him or someone else, doesn't matter] Moon will try to make you feel better in any way he can because he cares about you, so say you got some life threatening disease or wound even he can't take care of? Straight to the hospital. If you play your cards right you might escape him too.

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