#and it in fact BACKFIRED and made him look even older

[random-writing-panda]

||•~ Growing pains ~•||

(Older)Damian Wayne x Reader

*My GIF

I’m finally getting better at making fic’s longer. As always I hope you guys enjoy it and that my inability to spell doesn’t reflect in my writing to much🙃 

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: little bit angsty

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Damian starts to develop feelings towards his best friend, he doesn't understand what these feelings mean so who better to go to but his big brother Dick?

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Damian hated this class. Out of all the classes he had to waste his day attending, this one was the worst because the one person who made school bearable was on the other side of the room. So, he was stuck sitting next to morons who only wanted to talk to him because he was Damian Wayne.  

He was zoned out not paying any attention to the class, he didn’t need to, he knew more about the subject then the teacher did and that left him to doing the one thing that had seemed to take over his life recently, drawing you. He sat there sketching lines onto his book glancing up to look over to you as you sat with your face resting in your hand looking half asleep. Damian smiled to himself as he looked back down to the sketch. No matter how many times he drew you he could never make it perfect, never fully capture the beauty you hold.

It had been almost two months of Damian drawing you. You had found one of his sketch books and were so shocked at how talented he was, the detail was incredible, so obviously as his best friend you begged him to draw you.  

∞∞

“No.” he sighed  

“C’monnnn Dami please! Just one sketch. It’s just one please!” you grab his arm and he squirms a little.

“Oh sorry... I forgot the touching thing. But seriously please? Just draw me once.” you pull you hand away and give him puppy dog eyes. You were the one person he listened to, not a lot, but more than anyone else.

“Fine. One okay?” he looks over to you and smiles as you start clapping and smiling.

“Thank you Dami!”  

∞∞

He had finished the sketch and just looked at it just wasn’t good enough, it was missing something and he couldn’t make it look perfect but you had seen him stop so you practically ran over to him and sat next to him and ran your fingers over the edge of the paper and you had smiled so much, you seemed so happy.  

As happy as you were with the picture Damian just couldn’t let go of the fact something was missing, so he tried again, using the picture of the two of you that he kept in his room as a reference.

It drove him crazy, whenever he saw you there was something so beautiful that he just couldn’t capture in his drawings and eventually after every day you spent together, he would sit down and draw it.  

Over the two months he had filled up the entire book with memories and whenever he looked through his sketchbook he was filled with happiness and something completely unexplainable.

“Damian since you seem to be paying attention what is the answer to the question?” the teacher asked trying to embarrass him. It backfired quickly when Damian answered correctly without even looking up from his book. The class tried to stifle their laughter as the teacher turned red and tried to continue with the class.

Damian shot his eyes up to look at you again and he heard your laugh after what had occurred and he just smiled back at you. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

How he felt about you confused him which he hated Damian absolutely hated not know what was happening especially when his own feelings are what were confusing him. He needed to know what was happening and he couldn’t work it out on his own... he needed help...  

∞∞

He was never going to let Damian live this down. Damien actually asking for someone else's help.

“I swear Grayson. You will never utter a word of this conversation to anyone is that understood?” Damian scowls at Dick as they sit across from each other.  

“Sure, okay fine what do you need help with Damian?” Dick slouches over resting his elbows on his knees.

“Whenever I’m with Y/n... I feel weird.” Damian says trying to piece together the words.

“Weird? What do you mean weird?”  

“If I knew what I meant I would have said that wouldn't I Grayson? Uh forget it.” Damian goes to stand up.

“No! Hey Damian, I'm sorry come on I want to help.” Dick says standing and gently puts his hand on Damian’s shoulder, “Just talk to me try to explain it?”

“Fine... when I’m with her I...I just...I feel like I’m happier... I feel like a better person and I feel...okay I mean actually okay.” Damian sat back down and but his head in his hands. “And... there is just something unexplainable and...I don’t understand... my entire life i have know exactly how to feel and how to respond... how to turn off my feelings...but I can’t and I don’t know how to deal with it... i don’t even know what it is!”

“Heh... sounds like you're in love.” Dick lets out a small almost sad chuckle. “First love...wow”

“Love?-”

“Yeah love it is what happens when people-”  

“I know what love is Grayson!” Damian replies hastily and rolls his eyes, “I just didn’t know it felt like... this...”

“It’s love. It feels like love. You just know!” Dick says almost like he was confused  

“No Grayson. I don’t know that’s why I came to you.” Damian knew people didn’t understand but at this point they didn’t even try to understand that he couldn't process emotion like other people, they just brush it off.

“I’m trying to be supportive but how do you not know what love is like? Any kind of love?”

“Well Dick some of us didn’t grow up perfectly.”

“Perfectly?! Perfectly really?? No one in this house grew up perfectly! Except maybe Alfred, but that’s beside the point!”

“Yeah well you could be less of a dick, Dick.” Damien stood up and walked away without a second thought.

∞∞

“I will never understand the need for a bed the size of a normal room.” You laugh as you fall back onto Damian’s bed and lay there looking up at his ceiling.

“I don’t get it either but its comfortable.”  Damian raises his head and puts his pencil on his desk.

“I agree maximum comfort levels. I should sleep over more.” you smile and watching you on his bed his face heats up and you move around on the bed and walk over to him.

You sit up on his desk and look down at Damian’s sketch book.

“Is that me?” you move to grab the book, but Damian gets to it first and slams it shut.

“Nope.” his eyes meet yours and he smiles, “Not you at all.”  

“Hm I don’t think so, I'm pretttyy sure that was me.”  

He looks down and he tried to stay calm. Did you hate him? Did you think he was creep? Were you going to stop hanging out with him?

“Let me see it!” you laugh and try to grab the book.

“No!”  

“Please?”

“...Fine...”

He hands the book over to you and his hand brushed yours and you smiled.

You open the book to the first page and see a beautiful sketch of your day out at the beach with him, you flip over the pages one by one and are met with an entire book full of drawings of you.

“Damian...”

That was it you thought he was a creep.

“These are so amazing...” you reach the end of the book and find a page with your sketch in a box in the middle of the page.

“Sorry...this is weird...” He looks at the wall and straightens up in his seat.

You reach over and place your hand on his cheek, you run your finger over the side of his face.

“What are you talking about? They are amazing Damian what are you embarrassed about?”

“You don’t think I'm creepy for having a sketch book full of pictures of you?” Damian laughs and leans into your hand.

“No... it's so sweet.” you look down trying to force words pass the lump in your throat. “It’s nice to have the guy you like take that much interest in you...” you mumble to quietly.

“You like me?”

“Yeah...maybe...a little bit...”  

“Good.” Damian stands up and tugs you off the desk and hugs you. “Because... I think I like you too.”

“Damian?”

He pulls back.

“Yeah...?”

“Can I kiss you?”  

He smiles and you lean into him and press your lips against his and you slowly close your eyes,grasping your waist tightly he pulls you closer to him. The moment seems to last for an eternity and once you pull away you rest you head on his chest.

“Just one sketch huh...?” you look up and Damien rolls his eyes at chuckles.

“Just one sketch.”  

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[cafecourage]

Speaking of sleepy, caring for sleepy Chain

-Softie

We worked on this on stream long ago. I also made this also one bed. Part 1 has Time, Twilight, and Warriors

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There was a common issue among some of the chain where most all of them have the fatal flaw of not being able to sleep. Some had issues waking up like Sky, Wind, Four and Wild. You quickly found that Legend was among that group but given the incident he went into the latter issue. Which was annoying when dealing with. It was completely opposite problems.

Time:

It was always hard to tell if the Old man was tired as he seemed to be always absolutely exhausted. Which was fair enough since he was dubbed the dad friend in the group thus making him the main person to go to for everything. It’s a wonder how he hasn’t just slept for 7 more years yet.

Still the Hero of Time was probably 3 days in without sleep and thats what you observed. Granted you should have stopped him by day 2. But you weren’t sure if he slept on the days you seen him take first shift and wake up with him being on last shift.

The other boy’s notice it too and while they all appreciate the extra sleep it’s unfair for Time. Warriors is typically the only one that speaks up about it since he isn’t phased by the Older Link’s tough exterior. While it would be embarrassing in hindsight you had to drag Warriors aside to push for you and Time to be in the same room. “I have a plan” is what you tell the captain not letting him know that you in fact, dont have a plan.

Truly the plan is fist fight the old man until he actually sleeps, or lecture him whatever you feel like. At least you will be here in town for a few days to gather supplies and information. So you can at least fix Time’s sleep schedule.

You’re plotting came to an extreme halt as you step into a room with one bed. “This can work.” You say out loud as you dropped your stuff in a corner of the room. “We can share the bed.” It’s not even up for debate at this point.

“Can we?” Time asks as he closes the door “wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?” That wouldn’t be the word you would use. “Nah. Unless it makes you uncomfortable. Then I can take the floor.”

The hero gives you a look, one to even dare you to say that again. “If you don’t mind, then I don’t see why fight over it.”

“It I am being real.” You stand up and stretched “you do need it more.” It has been decided. You are lecturing him. “When is the last time you slept a full 8 hours? Heck 6 hours I would accept.”

An eyebrow was raised as he heads inside “I have been fine with the sleep I’ve been getting.” He takes his armor off putting each piece down carefully before finally sitting on the bed. He pats the spot next to him.

You follow his lead as you prepare a long argument. “Ah, yes the zero hou- Ack!” What you didn’t expect was Time to drag you into his lap and lay down.

Your face exploded in a blush as you were now basically his teddy bear. “Don’t you think I haven’t noticed you also have trouble sleeping.” He whispered as he was already in the process of wrapping the both of you in the blankets. “Let’s take a nap for now…”

Well… This backfired successfully.

Twilight:

Twilight was one of these Links which, made sense but also didn’t when you found this out. He tries to older brother everyone, he makes sure everyone is asleep before he does. Which takes forever to do and your patience for this man is thinning.

After stopping in a town from a long trek. The group decides to go to the Inn to set up shop. You were already on Twilight to take a nap before dinner. “No. We are going to eat in like 30 minutes.”

Ok.

No.

He isn’t getting out of this and you don’t care you’re in the middle of the lobby. There was something that the chain has yet to learn about you.

You might be short.

But you are strong.

So you marched up to Twilight and despite his struggling you throw the hero over your shoulder and went directly to the room angrily. “Let me down!” Twilight demands of you. However you couldn’t care about it as you open the door kick it close and threw him on the bed. “That was unnecessary.” He said getting up.

“It was very necessary!” You argued back crossing your arms. “When is the last time you properly slept?”

Twilight stays quiet and looks away. He looked like a kicked puppy. “I get enough.”

“According to who? Because everyone else can make an argument that you’re barely getting any to function.” You let out a huff as you should probably be more lenient with him because it’s not really like he is doing something bad. You know from experience that the body could function with little sleep if it’s used to it but it’s not healthy! You didn’t go through classes with a clear mind but you should have! “We are just worried about you.”

The Hero stays quiet but sighs “ok. I understand.” He seems to give up at this point. But he reaches out to take your hand finally letting himself looked exhausted “but… can you stay with me?”

Your eyes soften as he seemed to be more tired than you thought. “Of course I will. Someone has to make sure you stay put.” He teases you.

Warriors: 

After a long day of traveling an inn was a welcoming sight. Since there were ten of you now each room had to have 2 people. Which was sometimes unfortunate for some, but for you in this current moment?

You couldn’t ask for a better opportunity since you (forcably) asked to be Warrior’s pair, only to have there only be one bed. 

Perfect.

Wonderful.

Amazing.

It was instant that you had grabbed Warriors tunic and almost thrown him on to the bed. “Didn’t know you wanted me on the bed that badly, doll.” He was laughing. This man was laughing and he looked like hell. Probably felt like it too as the ever polished captain was showing dark circles under his eyes. His smile was sluggish and his eyes weren’t as sharp as they normally were.

“Very funny.” You rolled your eyes as you headed towards him again to help him out of his armor. “You should take better care of yourself. 3 days of barely any sleep? What were you thinking?!”

“That the other boys need some sleep.” There was no hesitation as the stubborn man is proud of himself for killing his sleep schedule. “It’s fine.” “It is not fine.” You didn’t mean to throw his shoulder plate on the carpet. “You better take your chainmail off before I do it for you.”

“What if I rather you do it for me?” The captain fire back without missing a beat. Instantly his face paled “wait-“

“Nope to late come here.” You take his tunic and just… thew it off of him. “Do you want to continue?” This was a threat.

“no…” Warriors voice was silent as he finally got out of what armor he had left. “I should sleep on the floo-“ that suggestion was instantly silent as you glared at him.

Finally when both of you were ready for bed you had put your self on top of him. Cuddling but also if he was going to escape he will have to wake you up first. “this is so you don’t escape.” You said.

“I wont. I wont.” Warriors was a bit hesitant to wrap his arms around you “Thank you.” He whispered as he finally started to relaxed.

“Don’t rely on me to fix your sleep habits.” You said poking his cheek “good night Captain.”

“Good Night Sweetheart.”

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe #monkey bread

[smallestapplin]

Random thing of meeting Ingo and Emmet’s dad.

- when you are firstly introduced to your lovers’s dad, you were terrified. He stood tall, with an angry scowl on his face (much like Ingo’s, though deeper, and the lines of age on his face only made it look more menacing.) his wide frame took up most of the door frame.

- It was on accident, you were just stopping by to bring Ingo and Emmet some lunch.

- “Dear! I’m so sorry, we got so caught up in work we forget to mention it.” Ingo still happily took your homemade lunch, as did Emmet. “This is our dad! Dad, our darling we were telling you about!” Emmet smiled.

- The man’s expression barely moved before he held his hand out to you, “Arthur.”

- You shake his hand, giving him your own name, but he merely nods and sits on the sofa in the office.

- You were almost scared to look to the much older man, he had those same alabaster eyes, but they weren’t familiar to you as the twins’s were.

- The twins are and chatted with you and each other, as they told stories of today.

- Arthur, however, wasn’t saying anything, seemingly just relaxing to his sons voices. Emmet is pouting cause you haven’t given him his daily dose of affection, but that twin link tells him enough.

- But luckily for you, they know just how to break the ice.

- In the middle of Emmet telling you what happened today, Ingo chimes in “yeah, your plan backfired so badly. It reminded me of the time you slammed your own hand in the car door, that dad was teaching us how to fix, thinking it was mine.”

- You snort, only for your laugh to be deafened by the louder one next to you. Arthur leans back in his seat, cackling.

- Emmet whines “oh great, now both of you are against me.” Knowing just what’s going to happen.

- You’re shocked when Arthur pulls out his wallet, letting the long album fall from it, and showing you a picture near the bottom.

- “That’s us at the hospital. Had to make sure he didn’t break anything.” You’re stunned, you can hear the joy in his voice, remembering the time fondly, even if his face doesn’t show it.

- “What about that one?” You point to a picture higher up, one of the older pictures he has.

- Silver eyes soften at it.

- “That one? Ah, they must’ve been no older than five, and they somehow got into my train kits that I kept when I retired.” He chuckles “they had oil stains on their clothes for weeks.”

- “Dad, please, no more.” Emmet grimaced, knowing there is no stopping Arthur when he gets started.

- And there is no stopping you when you see cute pictures of your boyfriends when they were younger.

- “Ooo what about this one?” You point to a picture of them as kids, covered in mud with a equally muddy Herdier, while Emmet holds up a Tynamo.

- “Daring, please-“ Emmet groans, once again cut off.

- “Ah that’s them with my Herdier, Pepper, she’s a good old girl, kept those two in check when I wasn’t around. I came out back to call them in for dinner, and found ‘em all absolutely filthy. Turns out, they used her so Emmet could catch his own Pokémon.”

- “So, what about Ingo and Chandelure?”

- “He got that one from me, and my little Lilac at home, she’s my lampet.”

- You found it so easy to talk to him, falling easily into a full blown conversation with him as he answers your questions, and tells you stories of what it was like raising Ingo and Emmet. He’s more than happy to show you pictures too! You found out he use to work at gear station as the engineer, in fact he usually stops by as some of his friends kids work here too.

- “Ya know, y’all should come over for dinner sometime.”

- At this, the twins perk up.(as they had given up trying to stop their father from telling you all their embarrassing stories.)

- “Oh! How about this weekend?”

- “Yes! Yes! We are off then!”

- You can’t help but get excited, wanting to meet their dad’s Pokémon, and wanting to see the bigger album.

- “I’ll get to that then. Y’all be safe, and boy.” The twins knew, jumping up and giving their dad a hug.

- It was funny watching Arthur lift Ingo and Emmet up in either arm, and hugging them tightly, so tightly you can hear their backs pop.

- “No overworkin’. Either of ya.”

- He looks to you, and you can tell his happy. “It was nice meetin’, I’m glad these two found someone.”

- You three wave him out as he leaves.

- “Why didn’t you two tell me your dad was an absolute sweetheart?”

- Emmet groans, while Ingo sighs.

- “Cause we knew he was going to show you that wallet album, he refuses to get rid of.”

- “It’s the first thing he shows people.”

- “Aw, that’s so cute.”

- You know it’s embarrassing, but it’s cute their dad is still a big part of their lives.

- Even if you did focus on the pictures of when they were little, you still saw the pictures at the end of the album wallet.

- Pictures of the twins in high school, pictures of their gym badges, and pictures of what looked to be a not too old family game night.

- You can only imagine what fun things await for you in the bigger photo album.

- Their dad might not want to embarrass them, but you do.

#oc #submas oc #oc.arthur #pokemon #pokemon x reader #submas x reader #listen their dad is a big baby and just wants to tell everyone he loves his sons and is so proud of them

[garbinge]

Backfired

Eddie Diaz & Diaz!F!Reader (Diaz Sister Reader) From these April Prompts: "Backfired" A/N: Did I project my own coming out situation here lowkey???? We love projection in this house!!! First 911 fic and I've decided to ease into writing for the show by writing a lowkey coming out story for an Eddie Sister Reader insert! Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Coming out story, negative reactions to coming out, drinking. 

All Writing Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

Staring at the house you grew up in back in Texas was overwhelming. It had been years since you’d been back and now that you were here for your father’s retirement party, you were reminded of every reason why you avoided it. The pressure, the judgment, the memories, the, well, everything. There was a car already in the driveway, not one you recognized so you assumed it was your brother or sister who beat you here. With a sigh you walked up the porch, bag over your shoulder and opened the front door. 

“Hello?!” You called out, closing the door behind you. You felt the nerves rise up from your stomach and into your throat now, but maybe that was bile. 

“We’re in the kitchen!” Your moms voice called out and you followed. 

Your mother was cooking, surrounded by tons of catering trays that were being filled as the seconds passed, the fact she wasn’t paying much attention to you caused the anxiety levels to lower. Your gaze moved and fell on your older brother who was a pillar to you, you might not have seen him often but you talked a lot. 

He had been talking to your father up until you walked in and he used you as a way to change conversations quickly. 

“Hermana!” He called out. While the action might have been Eddie’s way of avoidance, you knew his excitement wasn’t a rouse. “Look who's here, everyone!” He was making his way over to you to embrace you but unfortunately for him, your father beat him to it. You were being scooped up into his hug before you could even answer Eddie and once he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, your mother was replacing him with her own grip around you. 

“If I knew retiring was what was going to get you guys back home I would have retired years ago.” Your father teased which earned him a swat from your mother as she hugged you tight. 

“Best for last.” You stuck your tongue out at your brother who smiled and squeezed you tight, you were surprised the beer bottle in his hand didn’t spill all down your back from him embrace. 

“Suavecito, Edmundo.” Your mother spoke out with a frown on her face, “don’t suffocate her.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes and moved to the fridge to grab you a beer. “How are things?” His head turned to look at you. 

“They’re fine, where’s my nephew?” You grabbed the beer from him. 

“Asleep, it’s 1 in the morning.” He frowned at you with a smile. 

“Edmundo, don’t just assume she wants a drink, she could be…” Your mother raised her brows and pointed her head down. 

Your gaze immediately snapped to your big brother. He knew you were in a serious relationship right now, with a woman. Your parents knew… somethings, too. They knew you were bisexual. You had come out to them a few years ago, and while they were trying to be accepting of it all, it didn’t stop their blissful ignorance from shining through sometimes. 

Eddie passed you the beer and spoke up before you. “I talk to her like everyday, I’m updated on her life, Ma.” 

“Everyday? Why don’t you call us more like that? We want to be updated on your life, too!” Your mother spoke up. 

You took a deep breath and a big chug of your drink before you began to say what you were nervous about the whole drive here. 

“I actually have two pieces of news.” Now, the attention was on you which made you want to back track completely. “Uh, well first is, I’m seeing someone. It’s kind of serious.” There was a rumble in your stomach, probably the truck stop dinner you had coming back up your throat. 

“Oh that’s great honey!” Your mom clapped. “You should’ve brought him.”

It didn’t go past you that your father hadn’t spoken up in a while, he was generally the quiet one when the girls were around, but right now it made you extra nervous. 

“Um, her name is actually Lucy–Lucia. She’s a, she’s a teacher.” 

Your mother’s face brought you back to a few years back when you came out to your parents. 

“I’m bisexual.” The two words lifted off your shoulders like weights. Despite really knowing your whole life, you had come to the true realization not that long ago but the weight of hiding something that could affect your life moving forward never sat right with you. It was made easier that you didn’t live in Texas anymore, it made the secrecy fade to the back burner, sure. But it never went away completely. There were already people that knew, a few close friends, your brother, and your other sister, but not your parents. 

Your mother’s face dropped, the smile on her face from you telling her you had news to tell her immediately disappearing from her face as the words processed in her brain. 

“No, you’re not.” Her head went back down to washing the dishes in the sink, her way of dealing with anything.

Denial. Not the route you thought this was going to go. Your head twitched into a frown as you stepped closer, standing against the counter by the sink, forcing her to be close to you, not to deny and avoid this. 

“I like men and women, mom– I like everyone.” You softened your voice, like you needed to coddle her in this moment that was leaving you vulnerable. 

“What about the grandchildren?” She asked in a way that was uneasy, her voice was rocky. 

It pained you that that was her first thought after denying it. Not checking in, not accepting it, hell, not even asking questions. But you expected this, your parents were traditional, they might have said things in support of the community but once it was about their own kid, that mindset changed, you had read about it, but there was always some hope that maybe things would be different. 

“I can still have grandchildren.” You opted to go that route instead of the, ‘what if I don’t want kids’ path. “Plus, you have grandchildren, you have Christopher!” 

“It’s different and you know that! You’re not bi-whatever, mija, you like boys, you’ve always liked boys!” 

“Yes, ma, I have, but I also like people who aren’t boys!” You raised your voice, the anger rising through you.

“What’s with the yelling?” Eddie walked in, you had planned your visits accordingly with at least one of your siblings, things were better in pairs. 

“Your sister is breaking my heart!” She threw the kitchen towel on the ground before stomping out of the kitchen leaving you and your brother alone. 

“I’m guessing you told her.” He moved over to you, throwing his arm around you as you stood their, numb, doing nothing but nodding to answer your brothers question. “I thought you said you were gonna tell her with me in the room?” 

“It seemed like a good opportunity to tell her.” You pressed your head into his shoulder. 

He chuckled, hoping some comedic relief would make you feel better, “Well, that backfired.”

You were brought you back to the moment present with your mom. Her face still the same as that one from years ago. But soon, a smile appeared on her mouth. 

The tension that was around the room soon faded as your mom spoke up. “Why didn’t you bring her for your father’s retirement party?” The towel in her hand swatted you. 

“Ow! Sorry Ma, I–” She cut you off before you finished your sentence. 

“Call her! See if she can catch a last minute flight, there’s two days until the party.” Your mom was now leaving the room and your father smiled before following behind her. “Hope she’ll be able to make it.” 

You looked over at Eddie and raised your eyebrows in shock. 

He extended his hands out and bent down at the knees slightly. “Well, that went extremely well.” Standing back up tall he clapped his hands and walked over to you, still shocked and frozen from everything. 

“Yea, I was expecting it to backfire on me entirely.” You wrapped your arm behind him as he hugged you. 

“It’s because I was here. It always goes smoother when I’m in the room.” He had a shit eating grin on his face that earned him a shove. “Hey! I’m for real, but make sure I’m not in the room when you tell her you're both moving to Los Angeles in the apartment building across the street from mine.” He called out as he escaped the room to avoid your response.

“What happened to ‘it’s always smoother when you’re in the room’?” You called out to him.

You heard Eddie laugh from the hallway. “What? I can’t hear you?” 

#fox 911 #911 #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #edmundo eddie diaz #Eddie Diaz x Sister!Reader #Eddie Diaz x Reader #Eddie Diaz x Diaz!Reader #Eddie Diaz x F!Reader #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Can I request cuphead and/or mugman having a crush on the reader, but they try to keep it a secret?

A/N: Anon good luck but I feel like dealing with either brother having a crush on you would be a headache (coughCUPHEADcough). Either way, I support your endeavors. 

I had written these as one-sided crushes– kinda like how a child would have a crush on their babysitter. If you actually had something else in mind, feel free to shoot me a message to clarify!

(Read more due to lengthiness!)

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Cuphead:

If there’s one thing to know about the older cup twin, it’s that subtlety isn’t his specialty. He’s brash, loud, and prone to being painfully blunt. Cuphead doesn’t mean anything malicious about it, though! He just doesn’t see the point in hiding it. 

The few times where he TRIES to be subtle, however, go poorly. He can not play it cool to save his life, and ends up putting his foot in his mouth more often than not; asking Cuphead to be suave is like trying to herd a cat. It’s just not going to happen. 

With that being said, Cuphead with a crush is almost no different than his normal self. He’s still just as eager to showboat— taking extra care to make sure you’re watching. There’s a 50/50 chance that it backfires on him. Knowing his luck, it usually does.

You may or may not have watched him faceplant often…It’s a blow to his ego, but having you fuss over him and hold his face in your soft hands was absolutely worth it. He’s absolutely spoiled for your attention.

Jokes galore around you! He wants nothing more than to make you laugh! If you’re having a good time, it’s a win in his eyes. 

He visually perks up whenever you’re in the same room. Cuphead’s face brightens as color floods his cheeks, and he’s quick to beeline towards you. Even if the two of you have a short conversation, Cuphead is just happy to spend time with you. 

Will absolutely make up bullshit stories or embellish them to make himself  look like the hero in the hopes of impressing you. Mugman, meanwhile, is standing on the sidelines rolling his eyes. The younger cup ought to have half a mind to kindly correct Cuphead how he had also been equally frightened about the graveyard incident. But he won’t. Not now, at least.

Any time he’s confronted over his feelings for you, Cuphead tries to laugh it off and deny it.  Him? Crushin’ on lil’ ol’ you?Nah, you must have the wrong guy. Nevermind the fact that he grows red like a tomato at the sight of you; or that he finds himself wanting to take you out on a carnival date… Nosiree! He’s definitely no lovestruck schmuck. 

Mugman:

Bless this sweet boy’s heart. He’s cripplingly shy around you. The last thing he’d want is to embarrass himself around you. Mugman ends up panicking and freezes up on the spot, leaving Cuphead to try and distract you. Even so much as a pat on the shoulder leaves him frozen.

Often daydreams of finally mustering up the courage to ask you out on a date. So much so that Cuphead usually has to shake him out of it. The poor boy is embarrassed and has to sit through his twin’s teasing. 

He tends to nervously ramble around you or stumble over his words; too busy overthinking over the little things that he forgets to relax. It’s a miracle that you’re able to calm him down long enough to get out of that mental fog. 

Mugman is a gift giver! He sometimes will stash away small trinkets or snacks that he’d think you’d like, often offering them to you with a heavy blush. He also likes to make littles crafts for you, too! Things like paintings, drawings, or even hand-made sweaters and scarves. 

Speaking of blushing– the boy's face is practically as red as a lobster whenever he’s around you. His cheeks are so hot that you once had feared that the milk inside would end up boiling.

He’s incredibly eager to help you in any way he can. Mugman would happily lend a hand or shoulder for you to lean on– the boy just wants to prove that you could rely on him for anything. Almost to the point where he forgets to take care of himself. 

He may or may not have written love poems or short stories where you fall in love with him. Since he doesn’t have the courage to speak to you face to face, Mugman lets himself fantasize a world of what-ifs. It’s a bit unhealthy, he knows, but he never shared Cuphead’s confidence. 

Unlike Cuphead, who prefers to wing it and find his own way to “woo” you, Mugman would turn to the advice of adults for help. He often looks to Elder Kettle for help, who usually favors an old fashioned approach to romance. Expect to see a mortified Mugman, dressed finely in an old hand-me-down suit, on your doorstep one of these days; surely Elder Kettle’s advice would work, right?

If ever confronted about his feelings towards you, Mugman would absolutely die on the spot; soul practically leaving his body as he’s left standing there, inhumane wheezes leaving his red face.

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#my writing #requests #cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #headcannons #headcanons #cuphead headcanons #cup bros #the cuphead show #cuphead show #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader inserts #one-sided crushes #mugman #mugman headcanons #mugman x reader #cuphead x reader

[sim3on]

𝙋𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙇𝙀

WARNINGS : Reader swears once, Floyd slander, not proof read even once

NOTE FROM THE POST OFFICE : this genuinely came to me in a dream the first night i started new meds and it made me wake up in a panic at four in the morning and wrote down some key pieces of dialogue and then i knocked out for another six hours

You were going to blame Ace for this whole mess. If it wasn't for him forcing the rest of you first-years to play Truth or Dare, none of this would have happened. Sure, maybe you could have turned down the dare but that would be a massive hit to your ego. But as you sat in front of Riddle on the train on the way home, you couldn't help but feel the anxiety start to settle in.

All of this could horribly backfire on you, and was a hit to your ego really worth a loss of dignity? You could back out at the expense of your ego, but you'd still have your dignity, if you went through with the dare, your ego would be fine but your dignity and possibly your relationship with your brother would be at stake.

Just as you were about to message Ace privately to call off the dare, Ace messaged you first, and in the first-year group chat. You'd definitely be teased if you called off the dare in front of the other first years.

You read over the message again, and then again, and again. You could nearly hear his irritating voice asking, "Are you about to chicken out, (Name)?" Him and his infuriating, teasing voice.

You sighed and pressed record, "Hey, Riddle?"

Riddle glanced up at you from his book, and raised an eyebrow, "Hm? Everything alright?"

You lightly scratched over your eyebrow, a nervous tic you had picked up as a child that you still did now, years later, "Yeah, it's just that, I think I like someone."

He blinked owlishly, "Oh," He looked like he wanted to say something else. After what felt like a minute of silence (that was only really like twenty seconds), he spoke again, "Okay. Is it one of the first years?"

"Ah, no. Um-" You were going to fucking murder Ace, "It's Floyd actually."

Riddle stuttered something before taking a deep breath and trying again, "Like, Floyd... The Leech one?"

You nodded and watch as your older brother visibly deflated and slapped one of his hands on his forehead. He looked at you, "Are you serious?" You smiled awkwardly and nodded. "By the great seven..."

You send the video to the first-year group chat before pressing record again. It's silent for a moment and you watch as Riddle slowly turns red. He looks at the passing scenery and then back to you, "Floyd?" You nodded and he let out a shaky sigh, "Why?"

You couldn't think of a single positive trait that Floyd has, "Well, he's like... charming and-"

"He's not." Riddle repeated the two words while shaking his head, "He's really not."

"In his own way-!"

"Still no, (Name)." He was trying really hard to control his anger if the twitching eyebrow and the colour of his face were anything to go by.

You stop recording as Riddle stops talking. You send the second video to the group chat and read through the reactions.

Ace was in disbelief at the fact that you actually did it which you thought was odd as he was the one that had dared you. Epel and Deuce were losing their minds, one commending you for what you did and the other telling you you were stupid.

Neither Jack nor Sebek reacted to the first video but reacted to you calling Floyd charming. Jack said that calling Floyd charming was like calling Leona productive, while Sebek called you the stupidest human ever.

Yuu still hadn't reacted, much to your grave disappointment.

You snap a discreet photo of Riddle who looked like he was in mourning. His elbows were on his knees, and his face was buried deep in his hands, looking off into space with a haunted expression on his face.

He looked like that one picture of the guy on the chair that the Ignihyde Prefect liked to use as a reaction image.

You press record again and nudge Riddle's leg with your own foot, "You okay?"

He started grumbling to himself, "It could be so much worse. It could be-" He looked deep in thought before shaking his head quickly, "No, it really could not be worse. Floyd Leech of all people..."

Suddenly he straightened up, eyes blazing with renewed vigour, "(Name), I genuinely hear people talk about how beautiful you are all the time," Well, that was news to you, "Do you know how constantly uncomfortable I am because I hear how 'handsome', and 'cute' you are all the time. You could probably get anyone in our entire school, and you choose him?"

"Well, I didn't really choose him..." You grumbled out. It was true, you hadn't been the one to choose which guy you were going to have a fictional crush on, Ace did that.

He sunk into himself and placed a hand on his chin. You giggled, "Well, he's not that bad. I think you're overreacting!" You watched as the anger returned to him, but maybe he had finally started learning to regulate his emotions because all that came out was a disappointed and strangled calling of your name.

Perhaps he was tired of arguing about it. You stopped recording and sent the video to the group chat. The video was met with as much glee as the previous one had.

The conversation in the group chat eventually drifted from you and Riddle to the plans that the others had for winter break. Occasionally you would steal glances at Riddle who hadn't moved in nearly fifteen minutes. He was sitting with a hand covering his mouth, book forgotten on his lap, and tears in his eyes. You took a photo and sent it to the group chat, the first message being from Sebek remarking that 'it was pathetic watching housewarden Rosehearts go through the five stages of grief.'

As the train pulls into the train station Riddle sighs, "(Name)." he looks at you, "You can do so much better than Floyd."

You purses your lips and nodded. Obviously, you knew that, you didn't even have a crush on the guy, you were just doing this for a dare.

"But, I trust your judgement, and if he makes you genuinely happy, I say you," He stopped talking and sighed, as if it was tough for him to even say, "I say you should go for it. I won't tell mother because I know how she can get when it comes to other people."

Oh. That was... very sweet of him. He obviously didn't like Floyd and neither did you really, but the fact that he was willing to set his own feelings aside because of your potential interest in someone was kind of him.

And you hadn't even thought about how your mother might have reacted if she found out you had a crush on someone she hadn't approved yet. Especially if she invited Floyd over and found out that he was like... That.

"Thank you, Riddle." Perhaps you would save the explanation of the dare for the last day of winter break. That way, the anger and humiliation he felt would be fresh and he might just punish Ace the first day back. That would be delightful.

#twst imagines #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland riddle & reader #twisted wonderland riddle x reader #twisted wonderland floyd #twisted wonderland floyd leech #twisted wonderland floyd x reader #twst riddle #twst floyd #twst riddle x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst ace #twst ace x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #Twisted wonderland ace #i had the strangest dream last night. basically australia got bombed by japan and i was in Australia at the time but it wasnt a harmful bom #it just gave everyone tinnitus and a super bad sunburn. im not even australian so i dont know why i dreamt that i was in australia #also my math teacher was there. i dont like that bitch

[faerietells]

Another day, another marriage proposal. This time, it came from a young Lord named Robert, heir of his father's land or so he’d claimed. You admit he does look quite handsome and possibly has quite a few of admirers of his own, but alas, your mind is occupied by a certain mysterious vampire that had paid you a visit few nights ago. As far as you know, she hadn't made any move to kill you again after that night or even show up anywhere in town. It should be good news for you, but you can't help but feel a bit disappointed. After all, you've dolled yourself up everyday ever since that day, hoping she'd be around to see. But it’s okay. You’ve promised her that you’ll wait no matter how long and you intend to keep that promise so you’ll wait for months or even years if you have to.

"So, what do you think, my Lady?"

Robert's question brought your attention back to him and the wistful smile that graced your lips while you were thinking of her immediately faded. You'd think a nobleman like him would've been smart enough to be able to tell that you're not interested, but unfortunately it seems like either he's oblivious or persistent. At this point you’re definitely leaning to the latter. You doubt men like him get rejected often so if you had to guess, he probably thinks he could wear you down.

"What do I think? About what?" you asked in return, clueless as you weren't listening to what he had to say after he spent more than fifteen minutes practically boasting about himself, probably thinking that his achievements and the fact that a lot of women are interested in him would intrigue you. Clearly that backfired spectacularly as his tales bored you out of your mind instead.

"About my proposal, of course," he chuckled a bit too confidently for your liking. "I know, this sounds too good to be true, but—"

"Forgive me, my Lord. But... I cannot accept your proposal," you cut in before he could go on about himself again, offering him an apologetic smile as you did so just to be polite. "I am a woman of humble background. I don't think I know how to be the wife of a Lord such as yourself, so it wouldn’t be wise for you to wed me."

Much to your chagrin, instead of making him rethink his decision, your words seemed to have the opposite effect. “That’s very thoughtful of you, to be concerned of my future as a Lord,” he mused with a soft smile. “But you don’t have to worry! Someone as beautiful as you are doesn’t have to do much. You’d just have to be by my side and I’m sure that alone would be enough to make others envy me.”

It took everything from you not to grimace. Clearly he only wants a wife he could parade around and who could be better than the most beautiful girl in town? As much as the idea of marrying a Lord sounds tempting, you can’t imagine yourself being with someone like him, who clearly only values you for your beauty and nothing else. What would happen when you grow older and your beauty begins to fade? You don’t even want to waste time thinking about it.

“That is very kind of you, my Lord, but I still have to decline. I’m afraid I’m not ready for a marriage yet,” you declined for the second time, with firmer tone this time. You’d hoped he’d understand your reasoning and move on, but of course that’s not the way it is with men like him. No, you already could feel that uncomfortable feeling in your chest as his smile was replaced by a confused frown.

“Forgive me for being blunt, but you’re, what, past the age of twenty now? You’re almost past the age to be married,” he said, his tone almost sounds sympathetic. “This opportunity does not come easily, my Lady. I’d advise you to really reconsider.”

Wow, what a charmer, you thought sarcastically. If you weren’t repulsed by him before, you are definitely repulsed now. Not only he can’t take rejection with grace, he also thought saying such things would help his case? Perhaps his admirers only like him for his wealth, after all, because not even his good looks could help him mask that horrendous personality.

You were about to open your mouth when a familiar presence showed up next to you, causing your words to be stuck in your throat as you looked at her.

The mysterious lady.

She’s here. She’s really here. You didn’t even hear her approaching, she just suddenly stepped next to you with a sweet smile on her face. A false smile, you figured, the one you’d seen her wear when she’s interacting with other people. There’s something different about this one, though. It feels more… hostile, somehow. Your eyes met briefly as you stared at her in awe before she returned her attention to the man in front of you.

“My, what’s this? Are you proposing to another woman? I thought I was the love of your life,” she spoke in a mocking manner, yet despite that her voice still lure you in like a siren’s song that you nearly forgot the young Lord is still there. It seems to you that they’ve met, which isn’t surprising since he seems to have an eye for beauty. Doesn’t seem like they like each other, though.

“Isabel,” he spoke with contempt, the way he said her name made you think it was a curse.

“Hello, Robert. Still can’t handle rejection, I see,” she said before her false smile vanished and she let out a bored sigh. “Leave the poor girl alone. She’s clearly not interested.”

“You don’t speak for her.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But I do have eyes and I could easily see that you’ve overstayed your welcome. So, if you would…” she let her words trail off as she waved her hand, wordlessly shooing him away.

You can’t help but worry that things would escalate as you see how he’s looking at her like he wants to hurt her, but she remains unfazed despite how angry he looks. Knowing how strong she was when she pinned you to the ground, she most likely wouldn’t have a problem doing the same to this man. Thankfully, nothing happened. It seems to you that he somehow knows that he’d lose too so instead of getting aggressive, he just clenched his jaw and inhaled deeply in attempt to calm himself down and not make a scene before he gave you a restrained smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“It seems that our discussion is cut short for now. We will continue this conversation another day,” he told you. You averted your gaze, not wanting to spare him another second of attention. That caught the lady’s attention as she immediately let out a giggle, which earns her a death glare from him. “Have a great day, Miss,” he said through gritted teeth before he stormed away with the bouquet of roses you didn’t accept.

You watched as he walked away before you glanced at the woman next to you. Isabel. Is that her name? A fitting name for such an enchanting woman, you suppose. The amused look on her face vanished almost immediately the second she’s certain that Robert had actually left and you let out a tiny gasp when she finally turned her attention to you, your cheeks turn pink as she gave you her full attention.

“Thank you for jumping in,” you tell her sheepishly, offering her a tiny yet sincere smile of gratitude. She stared at you for a bit with this unreadable look on her face before letting out a huff.

“You must really not like him to feel thankful despite the fact that I nearly killed you just few nights ago. Have you forgotten or are you truly as mad as I think you are?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten…” your voice progressively gets quieter as she leaned closer to you, as if trying to look for something. Fear, you think. But instead of scaring you, the close proximity caused your face to redden even more as you stare right into her mesmerizing ruby eyes, your heart beating wildly against your ribcage. She’s going to be the death of me, you thought with acceptance.

Knowing how sharp vampire’s senses are, you don’t doubt she could tell how she’s affecting you. You’re guessing that’s why she looks so baffled. “So you weren’t just pretending to like me to survive,” she muttered, more to herself than to you.

“O-Of course not!” you quickly replied defensively, not wanting her to think that you’re simply feigning your adoration for her. “I’ve waited, you know! I’ve waited for you for days!”

“Oh, I know,” she said, much to your surprise.

“You do?”

She seems to just realize what had come out of her mouth as she seemed caught off guard, but she quickly pulled herself back and cleared her throat in a weak attempt to hide her embarrassment. “Anyway,” she decided to change the subject, “Worry not. I’ve lost interest in draining you of your blood.”

“Oh?” You tried not to get your hopes up, but you can’t help it. Even if she’s not interested in you that way, you hope her losing interest in killing you wouldn’t mean that she’d never show up here again. Just thinking about it saddens you and you prayed to any god that would listen that that’s not the case.

“Yes! You may rejoice, if you wish! I would take no offense from it,” she told you as she checks her painted nails, feigning disinterest. When you made not even a peep of celebration, she glanced at you only to see how you somehow look both hopeful and concerned. “Did you not hear me? I said you may rejoice.”

“I heard you, but…” you hesitated. “What does it mean, then? Would you not visit me again?”

The sadness in your voice is hard to miss and her eyes widened in surprise as she felt a pang in her heart. Her lips slightly parted as she stares at you in disbelief, her brain short-circuited at the sight of your sad puppy look. This is indeed strange. She had never been weak before, but she definitely feels like you could’ve made her fight against the gods themselves if you ask. What is this? Magic? She wondered, a bit disconcerted by the warmth blooming in her chest. The feeling is foreign to her, and she doesn’t know what to make of it. She’s not a coward, however, so she decides that perhaps being near you would help her to understand why you hold such a power over her. Yes, only to figure that out, of course. It’s not like she wants to be near you at all times or anything.

“Well, no, of course not!” She quickly averts her gaze again, acting as if her maroon nails are the most interesting thing she’d ever seen to hide her embarrassment just for thinking how she’d like to be close to you. “I have a score to settle with that Lordling and I’m sure he’d return. What better way to ensure he wouldn’t escape me rather than being near the object of his affection?”

“Oh.” Although you’re a bit disappointed with her reasoning, you figured it’s better than nothing. Who knows, maybe she’d find your company enjoyable and decide to stay with you for good! The idea of her being around all the time filled your head with joy as a bright smile found its way to your face before you could stop it. “Well, you are always welcome to my home,” you tell her cheerfully as you tilt your body slightly so you could be in her line of sight. She noticed this, of course, but she opted to pretend like she didn’t despite the barely noticeable pink tint on her cheeks.

“Inviting a vampire into your home. What foolish decision you make, little mouse.”

A soft delighted giggle escaped you in response of her playful remark, causing her to be unable to hold back her smile. This is uncharted territory for the both of you, but neither of you are in a rush. After all, there’s much to learn about each other. Perhaps in time, she’d grow to like you but until then, you’re happy to just have her around.

#monster x reader #monster girlfriend #monster lover #monster romance #vampire #vampire x reader #self insert reader #female reader #teratophillia #terato #exophilia #drabbles

[hongism]

mists of celeste ➻ 47.5

➻ pairing: yeosang, wooyoung ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 6.1k ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, mxm content ➻ pre a/n: as always, interims are completely optional and made in a way to where you won’t miss out on significant plot if you choose not to read!

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Hand clasped tight in Wooyoung’s, Yeosang knows fairly well how this will play out. It never changes much no matter how many times it happens; in fact, it’s become more of a ritual than a genuine attempt to fix whatever went wrong between them this time, a way of showboating that they can communicate and make up to some odd degree. He lets himself be dragged along almost the way a petulant child would be pulled away by their angered parent, except the circumstances are so vastly different for him and Wooyoung.

They step into Wooyoung’s room, and Yeosang takes a deep inhale of air as soon as he crosses the threshold simply because it has been so long since he had permission to even set foot inside. It’s not as though it has changed at all — still has all the simple decorations and little knick-knacks strewn about with no particular order — and the smell is still warm and comforting as always. Sometimes he wonders if he has been trained like Pavlov’s dog to find peace in everything Wooyoung does, because of all they’ve been through together, but in the same vein, he does not wish to reduce what they are and who they are to something so cruel.

Wooyoung seats himself on the edge of his bed, letting go of Yeosang’s hand to rest both between his slightly spread legs, and the loss of contact leaves the older of the two feeling hopelessly weak.

“Do you feel better?” he asks without blinking.

Yeosang swallows around nothing. Words won’t come out as intended, and his head is so void of an explanation that he truly does feel like a child again. All he knows is that no, he does not feel better at all.

“Are you satisfied?” Again, Wooyoung remains so still that he looks more like a statue than a person.

No, I’m not.

“Did it hurt?”

I had hoped to hurt you, but it backfired. I hurt myself instead.

“It didn’t hurt me. It doesn’t hurt me anymore, Yeosang.” It’s not that Wooyoung gets off on making him miserable but part of Yeosang wonders if he doesn’t feel remorse at all over it.

The apology sits heavy on his tongue but rather than saying it out loud to the air between them, all he can do is let his chin fall to his chest.

“You were cruel,” he whispers as a final line of defense.

“And you were heartless.”

When Yeosang was younger, he cried because the Steward found the small porcelain knight figurine that he had kept hidden underneath his mattress. It had been promptly confiscated and thrown out, the little semblance of childhood he had ripped away without a care in the world from the adults around him, while Yeosang was left to be given a book in place of the toy. Elitists don’t have toys, Elitists don’t play with the other children, Elitists are meant to be strong and intelligent. Being told such a thing while still so young should have been wrong, but Yeosang understood his duties well enough by then.

Until Wooyoung came to him that night with a half-smile and a bright, rambunctious laugh that implied he was up to no good.

He had pulled a poorly-carved wooden figurine out of his pocket and displayed it to Yeosang like it was the most precious gem in the universe. In Yeosang’s eyes, it was. The semblance could barely be distinguished between a human being and an oddly amorphous blob, but it was a gift, a treasure, one meant for Yeosang and Yeosang alone.

“We’ll hide this one better than the last one!” Wooyoung had told him, still smiling and laughing through it all.

Yeosang cried again that night simply because no one had ever bothered to be so kind to him before.

The Wooyoung back then had been so kind and gentle — lively, bright, loving, a brief moment of respite amidst all the horrors they lived day in and day out. What kinds of crimes has Yeosang committed to make the man who sits before him now so starkly different?

Wooyoung does not laugh, does not smile, does not reach for his hand, and when Yeosang desperately stretches his own out to seek some sort of contact, what he gets in response is a scoff.

Again, like a child, his lip quivers, and Yeosang has to bite his cheek to keep the emotion from spilling out.

“But you always are.”

Wooyoung sits back on his hands, pushing his weight onto his wrists and propping himself up to stare up at Yeosang with a pinched stare. His lip is curled into a sneer still, nose crinkled from the effort.

He doesn’t often feel pitiful or inadequate, but Wooyoung has an odd way of drawing out every emotion imaginable. Yeosang sinks to his knees between Wooyoung’s legs like a man possessed, nothing but the desire to please in his bones because he can’t stand the thought of the younger man hating him so much that he looks down at him with true disgust.

“Keep your dirty mouth away from me. You think I want something that’s been used on other people near me?”

It takes every ounce of his willpower not to deny the words in a flash, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his fingers begin to shake.

“Wooyoung, please.”

The man hisses through his teeth like Yeosang has spoken some unreasonable request despite not detailing what he wants in the slightest.

“We keep running in circles, Yeosang. Push and pull, push and pull — one of these days you’re gonna push me over an edge that I can’t pull myself back from.” It feels unfair, in Yeosang’s mind, to have the blame weighed solely on his shoulders, but Wooyoung says the words with such conviction that he finds himself believing that it is indeed all his fault. With a defeated sigh, Yeosang draws back from the man and stands on steady feet again, fists balled at his sides. Quiet conviction shouldn’t go unnoticed either, he thinks. Even if Wooyoung denies it with every breath he has left in his body, this is complete and utter fairness.

“You wish for me to be selfish, yet the moment I am, you tell me that I am being too much. You ask me to be realistic about what we are and what our future holds, and I do as much for the sake of both of us but you call that being pessimistic and hateful. With one breath you tell me that my love for you is something only you’re meant to understand, but then the next you’re asking me to push that love in other people’s faces without thinking of how comfortable I am with such a thing. You say I’ve done nothing more than pretend to be your lover, faking my emotions for your sake because I’m nothing more than a dirty Elitist who isn’t capable of feeling a thing. I ask you, Wooyoung, how many times have I sat at your feet with my heart torn from my chest and laid bare before you — no one else but you? How many more times must I do such a thing for you to understand? One moment fate is on our side, then the next you’re broadcasting to the universe that nothing in this life wants us to be together. Not once have put blind faith into that old crone’s words. It has always been you, and your blind faith, with your reckless ambitions to do something greater than yourself. All I have done in these years is be realistic and honest with you. It shouldn’t matter if that’s the bare minimum if I love you just the same.”

It’s hard to see Wooyoung past the curtain of tears over his eyes, but that doesn’t stop him from pursuing the conversation further. Yeosang’s heart is shaking and trembling in the confines of his chest even if the steadiness of his voice doesn’t show that, even if his expression isn’t contorted with the pain he’s feeling yet.

“How can you sit there and say that I’m not capable of loving you? I have dedicated everything in my life to you, and no matter how many times you shove and kick at me to push me away, no matter how many hurtful words you sling at me or how many times you hit me, I won’t do the same. Is it to hurt you? It is what you ask of me, it is what you tell me to do. You ask me to hurt you over and over, painting new colorful ways every time, and all the while you know that I can’t deny you a thing in this life. It’s my way of coping with the hurt you dealt unto me. Where’s the line? You can tell me to go fuck myself fifteen, twenty times but the moment I seek a bit of pleasure, I’ve become the villain? My class isn’t your excuse to treat me like shit, Wooyoung. My class doesn’t mean that I don’t feel things at all. It doesn’t mean that I can hurt you mindlessly without feeling something myself. If you know that I’m incapable of feeling things as strongly as you do, then I would hope you never have to feel the kind of pain I’m in when I stand before you a broken man reduced to tears and agony at your hands!”

The low jab does make Wooyoung wince, but that wasn’t at all what Yeosang had intended in saying such a thing. Understanding, however, can only come at the cost of pain in some situations. Yeosang imagines that this is one of those moments.

“Do I feel better? Am I satisfied? Did it hurt? Yet I would do it all regardless of the lack of satisfaction or pleasure that comes out of it, regardless of the pain it leaves me with, because it means I don’t come back to you with hatred in my heart. I don’t do it because I want other people, not because I don’t love you and certainly not because wanting to hurt you is the first goal on my mind. If I can hate that and hate myself for doing that, being someone so despicable and debase, then I can come back to you on my hands and knees begging for forgiveness because it means that I don’t hate you and that I don’t love you any less. There is so much fear in my heart, Wooyoung, but amongst my worst nightmares, I fear becoming blind to the pain I may cause you. Even if you hate me, I hope to feel it all.” When he drops to his knees this time, it is with the same amount of pleading as before. “Hate me, if that’s all you think I deserve. I think asking for that alone is a selfish want. But as much as you want me to hurt you… there is only so much I can do, only so much I can take. Pain to you is nothing more than a passing breeze, and even though I hate that that is what is has become to you, I will stand back and let you do what’s best in your eyes. What I ask for in return is that you spare me the same respect and understand that seeing you in any sort of pain is the greatest weight on my heart. Please stop asking me to hurt you. You’re pushing me to an edge as I’m desperately trying to pull you closer, and it’s going to kill us both.”

Wooyoung cries before him, as the shroud of nonchalance and disgust falls away to reveal something more raw than Yeosang can hardly bear to see. His hands curl around his knees, and Yeosang reaches out to cover them with his own. The touch is light, but Wooyoung allows it, and just that much is progress enough.

“Don’t ask me to h-hate you. I can’t hate you, not really, you have — you have to know that.”

“Let me love you in a way that’s beautiful, not this ugly distortion of love that we’ve deluded ourselves into thinking is good for us.”

“All the love I’ve ever seen is like this though. It’s all ugly and full of hate. Only works if something goes wrong, only lasts if pain is interwoven throughout it. If we didn’t fight, would it even still be love?” Wooyoung’s hands shake beneath his, matching the quiver in his tone as he chokes out his words in fragmented sniffles and sobs. “How can you love me if we don’t fight?”

There’s an admission in the almost innocent question, one that Yeosang has tried ignoring for so many years at this point. In Wooyoung’s eyes, their love can’t exist without there being a struggle because that’s all they’ve ever had to suffer over the years. Now, while things are not nearly perfect, they have a chance to love each other peacefully. Of course Wooyoung would view that through the lens of fear because it’s something unknown and undetermined compared to what they’ve grown accustomed to.

“But if we keep this up, Wooyoung, there won’t be any love left between us, can’t you see that?”

“Don’t say that. I can’t bear to hear you say that.”

Something has to give, Yeosang thinks as he squeezes the man in front of him tighter still. We can’t keep repeating the same mistakes expecting a different outcome every time.

“We’ve been at this for so long, Yeo. Isn’t this how our lives are meant to be lived?” Why Wooyoung wishes so adamantly to cling to the way things are should be more concerning, more confusing perhaps, but Yeosang imagines he’s lived at Wooyoung’s side long enough to understand as well as he can. “It’s not gone too far… we still love each other. Right? We still have that?”

Wooyoung needs it to hurt to know that it’s real and not a figment of his imagination, not a paradise that he’s constructed for himself to rest in when his life crumbles down around him.

“We have that so long as we don’t destroy it.”

“But… what if we don’t destroy it? What if things stay the same?”

Yeosang isn’t sure how much clearer he can be when the issue is laid bare before the both of them — that things staying the same is the issue needing to be addressed.

Wooyoung, a man who wishes to change the inner workings of the universe, cannot bear the idea of things changing.

What an odd twist of fate that has turned out to be. Clinging to the words of an old fortune telling who spewed words he didn’t even care about, Wooyoung has constructed this idea of fate around the two of them and trapped them within a steel prison.

Change, and yet he clings to the dead collar around his neck like a lifeline, unable to release the chains he has long since been freed from. Perhaps it would be easier to drag him to a new fortune teller, but Yeosang himself will be first to admit that he fears bad news.

Wooyoung’s hands start to scramble, digging their way into Yeosang’s collar and gripping so tight that the older of the two can feel the strain on the other’s knuckles.

“We always overcome it.”

“So we can learn and grow from it too,” he reasons although he suspects that isn’t what Wooyoung wishes to hear right now.

When he was a teenager, Yeosang found himself in a dark alleyway with rain pouring down around him. Above him stood a savior, crowned in pale lavender with a white halo of artificial lights framing his head. But before that moment, he had been a child lonely and afraid, trapped in a golden palace that did not let him want for anything. As is customary, there was always something more he wanted. A child given everything in the universe, cruelly wanting the one thing he could not have in totality. In a city full of falling darkness, dancing lights, and empty eyes, Yeosang begged for one thing: the chance to feel alive.

It was then that Yeosang realized he could have all he wanted, but the cost would be everything else in his life.

Beaten down and chained in iron, dragged out of a holding cell and through the halls of a musty jail, and finally pulled into the night air with iridescent rain pelting down on him from every angle — the first moment he felt that spark in his chest, the one of freedom and the one of life.

“I would do anything for you,” he had told Wooyoung back then with tears joining the streaks of rain on his cheeks. Now, so many years later that time begins to blur, those words manifest again.

“I would do anything for you,” but it comes from Wooyoung’s lips now. A softly spoken promise that hangs in the blanket of tension around them.

“Make me feel,” Yeosang requests in return. “That is all I could ever ask of you.”

Wooyoung holds him the way a member of the church would grasp something holy, with a sort of reverence that can’t be put to words. Even as his hands move up to clasp around Yeosang’s cheeks, it is so outwardly intimate that Yeosang feels utterly exposed in the room that houses just the two of them.

“Change can be slow,” he murmurs to Wooyoung moments before air is taken from his lungs and lips caress his. Yeosang lets himself be lulled into Wooyoung’s space, cradling the man awkwardly on the edge of the mattress without dropping all of his weight atop the other, and strong hands tug him closer still. They tip over together, like dominos at the end of a line. Wooyoung pulls him down to lay against him, and their legs manage to tangle together within seconds of resituating to be on their sides. The kiss ends, but the touches persist. First with Wooyoung’s fingers tracing the edge of his jaw, then a hand moving down to catch on the neckline of his shirt, and the Elitist finds himself responding in full to the touches. Wooyoung tilts his head back with a sigh, just long enough for Yeosang to take advantage of it and drag a finger over the firm lines of his neck, skating over the firm bop of his adam’s apple.

“Don’t wanna lose you.” Wooyoung rolls into him. “Can’t.” Hands drift lower to catch on fabric, and Yeosang feels his breath stall as the cloth is stirpped off his chest and thrown elsewhere in the room.

When he’s pushed onto his back and laid out over the mattress, firm thighs straddle his hips and Wooyoung’s weight settles atop him like an anchor. Yeosang wishes to drown completely in the man’s touch and embrace, to fill his senses like an ocean and lose himself altogether in everything that Wooyoung encompasses.

“Change doesn’t mean loss,” Yeosang whispers while he’s still fully lucid and attentive to the conversation at hand.

“I don’t wanna lose any part of you,” Wooyoung admits after a brief stint of silence that leaves the air tingling. “Good, bad, ugly, beautiful — every piece of you is precious to me. I wish to have it all.”

“All that I have is in your hands, Wo—ah!” The touch that starts feather-like over his bare torso takes a sharp turn as Wooyoung bares his nails to Yeosang’s skin and drags down with more passion. The blunt crescents scrape over firmly built muscle that stays tucked away from view, leaving little red streaks in their wake as he goes lower and lower with clear intent.

Yeosang is the larger of the two — taller, bulkier in terms of musculature, stockier even compared to Wooyoung’s lean form and toned muscles. But the moment Wooyoung gets his hands around the older’s hips, he lifts Yeosang with such ease that it’s dizzying in a delightful and heady way. Yeosang scrambles to grip the comforter underneath him as his legs are lifted off the bed, taking both hips and lower back with them, and he clings to the fabric for dear life and a searing heat of arousal rampaging through his veins. Wooyoung takes his pants off with some struggle, unable to keep the fabric from catching in some places, and his impatience is so hasty that by the time he has the pants disposed of, Yeosang is dropped back to the mattress like little more than a ragdoll. He pushes himself up to his elbows, legs drawn up awkwardly with nothing more than a cheap pair of socks and boxers keeping him from being nude before Wooyoung. Even that does not last long with Wooyoung nudging between his bent knees and pinning his hips to the bed with a firm, intoxicating grip.

Two fingers dig underneath the band of his underwear on either side of his hips, but the man makes no effort to strip Yeosang of the cloth entirely. He merely tugs down far enough to let the tip of Yeosang’s cock peek out over the fabric. The content little hum that he lets out as his hungry gaze consumes the man beneath him has Yeosang burning with embarrassment. Wooyoung dips his head lower and takes Yeosang’s semi-hard length between his lips without an ounce of hesitation. Yeosang feels his balance falter the second he jerks a hand up to cover his mouth. It’s too late to keep the strangled whine from slipping out, and Wooyoung acts on that sound with a burning passion as he tucks the entire length of Yeosang’s cock into his mouth.

“Y-You…” Yeosang can’t even finish the thought without turning incoherent without a few seconds of having his dick between Wooyoung’s lips. He’s filling out so quickly that it ought to be humiliating, but Wooyoung takes it in stride without any amount of the usual teasing. A groan overtakes him, the feeling of Wooyoung’s throat constricting bit by bit around the head of his cock falling into the territory of overwhelming pleasure with record speed. The touches still feel like worship in a way with how each flick of his tongue feels more deliberate than the last, and the tight swallows take more of his cock in with each passing second. And despite knowing that Wooyoung has done this sort of thing for reasons that are not his own pleasure in the past, Yeosang can’t help but to feel privileged in the fact that the younger man seems to be enjoying himself entirely.

He twists a leg inward, snaking through the gap between Wooyoung’s torso and the bed, and lets his foot settle atop the bulge of fabric at Wooyoung’s crotch. He’s painfully hard through the pants and his underwear, tenting both articles of clothing so hard that it must hurt. When Yeosang angles his heel into that bulge of fabric, Wooyoung sings. The groan carries through Yeosang’s whole body in a vibration so strong that he straightens his leg a little more out of sheer instinct and shoves his foot hard into Wooyoung’s erection. Rather than giving off a moan, Wooyoung gags around the cock in his mouth, and Yeosang gets a pretty eyeful of the man’s fluttering lashes moments before his eyes roll to the back of his head. The sight of Wooyoung overtaken by pleasure is always one to behold, so much so that Yeosang grinds down harder into his erection as the man is pulling off his length. The sound of a full-bodied moan choked by saliva and cock is sweet music on his ears.

But Wooyoung doesn’t seem to want to waste time right now, not quite pushed into the thrill of foreplay that could come, and instead he presses up into Yeosang’s space and overtakes his lips with a wet and messy kiss. Yeosang trembles under him, drawing both hands up to clasp around Wooyoung’s toned biceps before pinching and tugging at the obtrusive fabric stretched around the skin there.

His lover leans back with a huff and presses two fingers to Yeosang’s chest, knocking him back to lay flat on the bed gently. He then draws himself into a kneeling position overtop and makes a show of the way he pulls shirt from body and throws it to the side.

“Do you wish for me to show you all the ways in which I adore you, my angel?” Wooyoung inquires, breathless but oh so adoring even with the lust flaming through his eyes. Yeosang reaches a hand between their bodies just to feel the sweet curves along Wooyoung’s chest and waist.

“Please.”

He doesn’t bat an eye when Wooyoung climbs down from the bed and resituates his position on the mattress; Yeosang simply allows himself to be turned and twisted like a puppet until Wooyoung is satisfied with him being on hands and knees atop the bed with feet dangling over the edge. He remains stock-still in that position as Wooyoung moves about the room. First his pants get discarded then he’s moving for the bedside table before returning to stand at the foot of the bed right behind where Yeosang waits. The tell-tale click of a bottle cap snapping open has Yeosang’s lashes fluttering before the cool sensation of lube dripping down his skin even hits.

Wooyoung skates a single finger through the liquid, bringing it down the line of his ass and circling his rim without delay. Yeosang’s body tenses at the first intrusion even though he’s expecting the contact, and his partner presses his free hand against his curving spine moments later to ease the automatic discomfort. The tension is a little higher than usual as they having partaken in this kind of pleasure in some time, but his body comes to recognize the feeling of the man behind him within the first minute of having Wooyoung’s finger press deeper inside his hole.

When a second digit slides in alongside the first, Yeosang keens against the bed and presses into the touch with a kind of fervor that only Wooyoung draws out of him. The words that are exchanged are far from dirty, which is also a rarity when it comes to Wooyoung since his mouth is usually so filthy that it’s the source of much embarrassment later on once reality comes back to Yeosang. To be told ‘I need you‘, ‘I don’t want to lose you’, ‘I can’t do this without you’ while in the throes of passion with fingers working him open from behind is a surreal experience of its own that Yeosang can’t define well. By the third finger, however, he is well and truly on his way to having an out of body experience as Wooyoung pulls his free hand forward to circle around the base of Yeosang’s dangling cock and squeezes in time with the steady thrusts of his fingers. No amount of clenching at the bed provides any sort of relief from the consuming feeling, and his cock leans strings of precum like that’s all it’s good for.

Bringing an arm forward, he turns his head to bury his face in the crook of his elbow and conceal the flush painting his cheeks as Wooyoung’s ministrations causes more lewd noises to fill the room. There’s no room in his frazzled brain to think of the way an orgasm creeps up on him time and time again only for the coil to unravel with Wooyoung’s fingers squeezing the base of his cock and pulling him down from tasting that high.

The deprivation almost tastes sweet as it comes from Wooyoung’s hands, but the lack of relief hits in full when his lover pulls away entirely and leaves him void of touch altogether.

“Woo…”

“Shh, angel, shh, I’ll take care of you.”

Yeosang peeks over the edge of his arm to look at what Wooyoung is doing, finding the man with the bottle of lube back in his grasp. His cheeks find their heat again when the sound of the squirting emits from the bottle, and the moment he goes to bury his face away, Wooyoung lets out a low chuckle. The moment he has a hand free, he’s running it down Yeosang’s spine with great care.

“My sweet angel, still so shy over these things, hm?” Wooyoung’s body curls overtop his, and light hits Yeosang’s eyes as his arm is pulled away from his face. “Even after all the things we’ve done together?” Yeosang grits his teeth but manages to stare his lover down without wavering in that moment. The blunt tip of Wooyoung’s cock presses into his hole, teasing his rim with little thrusts that aren’t enough to breach his walls. “After I had you atop our captain’s chair, bouncing in my lap so recklessly?”

Wooyoung pins his wrists to the bed to keep him from hiding further. When their hands overlap, the younger of the two presses his fingers between Yeosang’s and wraps them down into his palms. Wooyoung sinks his cock deep into him in the same movement, offering a wholly intimate embrace for arguably the most intimate act two people can join in, and he’s grateful for the added touch because it grounds him through the unholy stretch his body has to make to accommodate his partner’s size.

“I don’t recall you being so virginly when I had you like that, or when I had you bent over in the kitchen while the others were eating in the next room… should I continue, dear? Hm?” Wooyoung’s taunts continue, none carrying heat or spite to their tone, and the humiliation that burns deep in Yeosang’s gut holds more desire than anything else.

“You — you run your mouth too d-damn much,” Yeosang grits out as the member inside him twitches with interest.

“That’s why I use it on you so much. Keeps me nice and docile for you.” Wooyoung leans back a bit as he laughs, but his hold on Yeosang remains firm even as he rolls his cock in and out of the man.

The sensation amplifies to new heights when Wooyoung continues that motion and builds up a steady rhythm to his thrusts. His hold on Yeosang’s wrists shifts only to bring both arms up over the Elitist’s head so he can pin them there. Using the new angle, Wooyoung seeks out his sweet spot, knocking his hips into Yeosang’s ass with such strength that it knocks him further forward on the mattress. He finds what he was after in that same moment, and it sends stars into Yeosang’s vision with the first rub over his prostate. When the feeling continues with this new angle, Yeosang has no choice but to curl his head inwards just to muffle the cries escaping him. Wooyoung himself is loud enough to alert everyone in the general vicinity of their activities; his grunts and growls paint the canvas of their joint pleasure into something almost carnal.

The more it persists, the more Yeosang loses his mind.

“I have never not loved you,” comes Wooyoung’s breathless murmur broken apart by moans. Yeosang wishes to reply but the rocking motion of hips snapping against his ass and Wooyoung’s cock rubbing over his prostate without relent has his brain turned to utter mush. The only noise that leaves his mouth when he opens it is a slurred moan that contains no intelligible words whatsoever. “And there will never be a day where I do not love you.”

With fingers threaded through his, Yeosang clings to Wooyoung tighter and hopes that his emotions can be conveyed with such a simple touch. It isn’t enough, but it likely never will be, and Yeosang is fairly certain that mere words can’t fully encapsulate the feeling well enough either.

Wooyoung fucks into him until they’re both hurdling over the edge of an orgasm together, and it drags a wet sob from Yeosang’s lips as tears color the comforter beneath his head. Wooyoung stays locked inside him, hips laying flush with his ass as he paints his walls white. They don’t part for quite some time either, both because Wooyoung keeps him pressed to the bed with their position and Yeosang feels so emotionally and physically exhausted that he doesn’t want to budge even an inch.

Yeosang cries the whole trip down from his high, for reasons that he can’t even place, but Wooyoung takes care of him all the same like he does when they’ve done much more intense scenes than this one. He realizes what has been bothering him in the heat of those aftershocks

Love is no easy matter, but loving Wooyoung may be the easiest thing Yeosang has ever chosen to do in his life.

…

“I love you.”

Wooyoung jerks at the softly spoken proclamation, head still buried in the box of knick-knacks he’s currently going through when Yeosang speaks at first.

“Yeo…?” His full lips fold into a delicate pout that accentuates the beauty mark sitting atop his lower lip, and Yeosang finds himself too enamored to say anything for several passing seconds. Wooyoung saves him from having to repeat himself, the words already feeling too far away and foreign to be uttered a second time. He breaks into a small bout of laughter that makes him fold in half over the cardboard box in front of him and grins from ear to ear while showering Yeosang with the warmest gaze he’s seen in a long time from the man.

Yeosang trudges over on heavy feet when he’s waved over to join Wooyoung at his side.

“I’m not sure who Hongjoong is friends with or how he managed to do this, but he got this box of collectibles from Eros so that I can decorate my room comfortably.” Wooyoung’s head falls to the side, bumping harshly against Yeosang’s shoulder. They both seem to move in sync as one contorts to fit to the other’s space until Yeosang has a hand wrapped around Wooyoung’s back to rest on his opposite hip while Wooyoung lets his head fall more comfortably into the older’s space. “Lots of this stuff looks like the things we would smuggle into your room. Not exact replicas of course, but… still nostalgic enough.”

Yeosang hums as his gaze falls over the box. He settles on a small figurine, this one made of black metal that is sleek and shiny all over. Not quite as delicate as the first one he owned, but not nearly as precious as the one he received from Wooyoung in the past.

“Ah, that reminds me!” Wooyoung snaps his index finger and thumb together and hurriedly pulls out of the other’s grasp to move off to a different area of the room. Yeosang nearly pursues him but he’s kept firmly in place by Wooyoung lifting a hand and making a stopping motion as he flits around in search of whatever he’s after. “Here it is, I found it!”

The triumphant little cheer Wooyoung lets out when he’s retrieved the item has Yeosang biting at the inside of his lip to keep from smiling too much. He returns to Yeosang in the blink of an eye, still giggling and smiling so hard that his nose scrunches upwards and his eyes crinkle from the effort.

“Here!”

The item that gets passed into Yeosang’s hand just about fits in his palm, something small and nondescript upon first glance, and he almost looks right over it without much care. In the fleeting glance he passes over it on his way to look at Wooyoung’s face though, he’s left to do a double take and blink down at what sits in his hand with nothing but shock filling his veins. That feeling twists and turns as his heart does.

A small figurine, almost like the one sitting in the box right now that is shiny and new and made of high quality material but starkly different in that it is made of cheap wood and poorly carved. Etched into the base lies two sets of initials side by side with nothing more than a diagonal line separating them.

When he manages to look at Wooyoung again, the man rests a hand overtop the one that holds the gift and clasps it tight between their shared grips.

“I love you too, Yeosang.”

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a/n: hello and welcome. now i know i havent answered all the asks about 47 yet... but i have plans to do some things on the weekend so i wanted to get this out first LSKJFL i will consolidate asks soon but in the meantime i decided CHAOS WAS ON THE MENU BABY! but also these two are so near and dear to me i’ve actually had this written since before i finished 47 and was waiting for this chance to post it so im very excited to post it TT i hope you guys enjoy as much as i do <33 hugs n kisses <33

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Children of the Forest Intro

BASIC

genre: fantasy, adventure,

status: finished first draft, editing

key themes: found family, exploration, fantasy, nature, mythology, magical realism, siblings, childhood friends, nostalgia, parasites, at this point i'm just listing things in my book i'll stop

𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼

STORY

Two boys are born in a willow tree inside a forest brimming with magic. They become obsessed with uncovering the secrets of this forest, exploring and researching the wilderness along with their childhood friends. When the forest suddenly vanishes and then reappears in struggling condition, the boys are left wondering what happened to their home, and if they can save it.

CHARACTERS

Theo Winter (he/him)

Impulsive, always-smiling, and just a tad bit reckless. He's the class clown, never one to take things seriously and it backfires. a lot. Theo's just having fun ok? Not his fault the god of the forest decided his body would be perfect as its puppet!

age: 17

quote: “I highly doubt any of what you said is gonna be a problem,” Theo said distractedly, then grabbed onto Kian’s backpack urgently as another thought struck him. He was always active, and always filled with energy. Kian didn’t think he ever saw Theo without a grin on his face or his blue bandanna off his head.

quick facts

he's trans (ftm)

adhd king

playboy (don't worry, he learns very quickly this isn't good)

inspired by oliver queen and lance mcclain

heart of the forest

Kian Winter (he/him)

Intelligent, oblivious, and always locked in his own world, he's always operating at 100% and extremely determined/stubborn. the inventor of the group, his tech assists his research on the forest.

age: 17

quote: John’s veins bulged from his neck, his eyes slitted. He turned slowly to look at him and his voice was low. “You’re dead.” “I’m very much alive. It’s Mothsong who is dead. I think.” Kian rushed to pick up his robotic insect’s limp body from inside the mess. “I’m sure I can fix this–”

quick facts

autism king

inspired by zane (ninjago) and gansey from the raven boys!!

always wearing his goggles and his jacket with a million pockets in them- with almost any gadget you can think of

gayyy

always known as the younger brother of theo even though they're technically twins and no one knows who's older

brains of the forest

Rue Ezeani (she/her)

Quiet, sarcastic, and always willing to stand up for what she believes is right, she's a punk who got kicked out of her home, and she's brutally protective of her friends. also, flowers grow on her quite a lot.

age: 16

quote: “Poverly, you don’t know shit about me,” Rue growled, taking a step towards them. “I’ve been to this forest longer than you, it’s more important to me than you’ll ever know. Of course I was working to get it back.”

quick facts

has freckles

trans lesbian

first friend kian and theo made

inspired by blue sargent (wow who could've guessed) and killer frost

eyes of the forest

can play electric guitar

i love her

Becca Hill (she/her)

Smart, cold, and competent, she is known as the 'normal' one of the group, although she has her issues, don't worry. Gets skeptical and annoyed easily, but connects with nature and animals very well. Natural-born leader.

age: 17

quote: “Oh my god, you guys can’t just break ceilings and destroy classrooms. Do you have any idea how much those cost?” Becca pressed her lips together, concerned.

quick facts

'token straight friend' (sure...)

inspired by laurel lance and pip fitz amobi!!

has a pet dog, turtle, and bird

complicated relationship with theo

ears of the forest

Cove Poverly (they/them)

If you thought Theo was impulsive, think again. They're a fighter, with a short temper and witty humour. Chews gum, tobacco, straw, lollipops...they like to keep busy. Mastered the 90's + 2020 aesthetic at the same time? A reaaal southern kid.

age: 16

quote: “Trouble in hetero relationships. Can't relate," Cove casually chewed on a piece of gum. They brushed past Theo, picked up a twig, and began drawing something on a nearby rock.

quick facts

heterochromia! (one eye is blue, one eye is hazel)

inspired by... tbh i have no idea where cove came from they just popped up

very blunt/no filter

nonbinary

m e n

likes arguing with rue (affectionately, they hate each other)

fists of the forest

Amora (she/her)

Mysterious, sassy and flirtatious imp, lives deep within the forest and a master of manipulation. Is she truly evil? Who knows? Some hate her, some love her, but no one trusts her.

age: ?

quote: Amora grinned, her eyes a deep mauve in this lighting. “No games, Thorny. I’m just here to help you save the forest. It’s my job.” She stretched the last part, singing it with a tilt of her head.

quick facts

wears a red cloak

inspired by darcy wu and parisa kamali

seduces like half of the characters

she has elfish ears

twig horns and long black nails

also has ties to a god/spirit...

Miiba (it/its)

no picrew for this mf but basically this is the god of the forest, it's a big pain in the ass for our main characters because there's...occasional possessions and flora growing everywhere on their clothes/body. it has questionable morals due to being immortal and its sole purpose is to preserve the forest. it doesn't have a corporeal form, instead bouncing its consciousness around any creature/living thing in the forest (plants, trees, animals)

AESTHETIC

FACTS

𖡼 i wrote this entire book during nanowrimo!! i won, but i added 13k after november so it's only 63k right now, but i am editing to make it longer. it took me two months to finish draft 1

𖡼 i came up with the idea during summer of 2022, based on a playlist that a close friend gave me - they said boom, make a story, and i did!!

𖡼 the story is set in the fictional town of pinevale, canada, and i do not have a name for the forest yet (i should probably get on that so it's less vague when i talk about the forest

𖡼 it's third person and the POV switches between kian, theo, rue and miiba, and amora for like one pov (i'll probably make it more consistent in the 2nd draft)

LINKS

spotify playlist

pinboard

𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼

if you want to know more, please tell me! this took SO LONG but i loved doing it. i'll probably do it for my other wips!!

#children of the forest #kian winter #theo winter #amora cotf #rue ezeani #becca hill #cove poverly #miiba #writeblr #nanowrimo #wip #creative writing #wip intro #blazerambles #introduction #novel writing #writing community #fantasy #forests #mine

[thebiscuiteternal]

Writing jam: can I request more of Huaisangs feelings on how much everyone seems to prefer Mingjue even when they're closer to Huaisangs age bracket?

He sort of... just figures that's the natural order of things. After all, he was such a disappointment that his father went looking to make a replacement without even telling him and the sect has made no secret of preferring a nine-day-old baby over him, so once Mingjue starts getting bigger and stronger and starts gaining even more friends and followers with his can-do attitude (They are both ambiverts by nature, but negative attention has more or less compressed Huaisang into an introvert while positive attention made Mingjue bloom into an extrovert), why wouldn't the rest of the world eventually like him better too? Huaisang can't even be mad about it, he also likes Mingjue a lot better than he likes himself.

It's another one of the list of things that The Betrayal severely fucked up, because before his father was killed, he could rely on the affection of Wen Ruohan and the friendship of Wen Xu, and had Mingjue been brought to the sect with his father still alive and those relationships still in place, his self-esteem might not have cratered quite so much.

On the plus side, while everyone else might think his brother is the obviously superior Nie, Mingjue himself adores his older brother and never hesitates to show it, be it in the withering glares and sharp words he has for anyone putting Huaisang down, or in the fact that he always points out the good things Huaisang manages to get done despite other people being as unhelpful as possible. Sometimes it backfires in an "Aw, he's so good he'll even stand up for his useless brother!" kind of way, which is usually when Huaisang has to gently intervene to keep Mingjue from backing up words with a fist.

The war, as mentioned before, complicates the rather simplistic "Mingjue good, Huaisang bad" narrative that's been built up for eight years. Those involved in logistics and support, both inside the sect and out, get to see how hard Huaisang works, and while Mingjue may want to fight, he's still two years away from even bonding a saber when the war starts. So Huaisang does gain some followers of his own (he's not especially aware of it, other than a sort of vague "Huh, even with a war going, getting work done seems to have gotten easier lately..." feeling).

Post-war, he at least has Jiang Yanli and the newly-minted Jin Guangyao solidly in the "friend" category, with Jin Zixuan and Mianmian in the "becoming friends" category. And while they may not be friends, his unwavering support of Jiang Cheng's effort to rebuild Yunmeng Jiang has won their gratitude and respect.

So, ironically, he comes out of the war more socially well-off than he went into it?

(There will be a downside to this, because Jin Guangshan sadly survives the war, but maybe things won't spiral as badly as they did in canon.)

#mdzs #reverse nies #larger age gap nies #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #and others #worldbuilding

[the-brat-prince-1760]

Lestat, I love you, but you have to be honest with yourself. I think you loved Nicki more, but just don't want to admit it because it would hurt Louis' feelings and Nicki is already gone.

-You never cheated on Nicki.

- you never expressed desire to have multiple lovers with Nicki.

-You made a song for Nicki, but only made a song for Louis to manipulate him and did it for the wrong reasons.

- You let Nicki have the autonomy to leave but you wouldn't let Louis leave in peace and kept manipulating him to take you back.

- you never beat up Nicki.

I know you have changed but don't you think your actions would suggest you loved Nicki more back then?

Lestat here.

I would have to disagree with you there, dear anonymous. You have brought certain things to my attention, but I can see why you might think that. The main thing that restricted my relationship was the mortal component of it; because way back when I met Nicki it was heavily frowned upon to have more than one love and especially given his state of mind it would not have been helpful to him. I was always curious on such matters, I just never fully vocalized them for the simple fact that Nicki had enough on his plate already.

I'm sure you yourself are a mortal, anonymous, and I must say that you understand the fleeting nature of a life, no? Picture me, as a mortal with my first love. I doubt that when you were with your first love (if that is your thing) you thought about leaving them. Living forever gives you more knowledge of the world around you, and the interconnectedness of relationships. After I became a vampire though, even though I didn't want it and I have consistently endured time, and time again, the immortality aspect can wear at you; knowing you cannot change, you cannot get any older and that you'll never see the sunlight again.

I don't actually think I gave Nicki much more autonomy, in fact, I abandoned him for a period of time and only communicated through gifts and other things of like, which means that I was being quite a miserable excuse for a partner. I gave Nicki too much silence and too much room for both his mind and heart to deal with; I would not call that autonomy. Louis is able to whatever he needs to, and we have discussed this before time and time again, he is his own beautiful self, and I can trust him to do things that I may not have some 100 odd years ago. I deeply regret many things from that era.

The song was meant to be an endearing manifestation of my love for Louis, admittedly adding Antoinette was very very regrettable, and the misguided actions of my youth heavily weight upon me even to this day.

I don't believe that I have shown a preference for Nicki, despite what many may think; I was legitimately a scared young adult who became a monster at the wrong time in my life under quite a traumatic circumstance. My first instinct was to protect myself and it backfired. I love Louis more than I ever could Nicki due to the simple fact that Louis wants to change, and wants to actually get better when he is upset, whereas Nicki resented the happiest points in my lifetime when I was with him. In Paris, he was absolutely miserable, which I had revealed when looking back in retrospect, whereas I was beaming.

Nicki couldn't change no matter how hard I tried to help him, and after a while it felt like a Sisyphean task.

So to answer your question: No, it does not appear as though I loved Nicki more than I do Louis, because context is dreadfully important when it comes to these accusations such as the one that you have simply made.

Lestat out. xoxo

#interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #iwtvampire #vampire #lestat de lioncourt asks #vampires #the vampire lestat #i have always loved Louis more #vc #vampire chronicles #the vampire chronicles #the vampire louis #ldpdl #louis de pointe du lac

[the-void-writes]

"Unbind Me" villian AU winte 👁️🤌

Thank you so much, I’m falling in love with this AU all over again lol.

I apologize if this one doesn’t properly count for unbinding. It’s more metaphorical with Will freeing Dante from his stress and Dante freeing him in many other ways.

TW: This snippet isn’t explicit, but it is suggestive. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then feel free to skip it.

(Also I don’t know if I ever properly explained it, but unless specified otherwise, when Will is with Dante, it’s in the future when he’s older. I write from different points in his life, and I’m sorry if that gets confusing.)

Dark Ichor AU - Freedom

“God, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

Dante had, in fact, been counting down each minute until his civilian work was done. No more meetings or calls were needed for the rest of the day. Now, it was time to fight the city’s precious heroes— by not fighting them, at all.

Ever since Gazali had his brilliant and outrageous idea to use a fellow hero as a distraction, Dante’s life had grown much more interesting. Instead of breaking bones and losing sleep over inventions, he was going out for dinner with the most gentle, generous, breath-takingly beautiful person he had ever met. Gazali’s plan to manipulate him had backfired, because Dante found himself wrapped around another person’s finger, and he was more than happy to be there.

As he shut his bedroom door, his dear hero’s arms surrounded him, loosening his tie.

“Long day?”

Dante scoffed. “No kidding. I’d chuck your boss off a bridge, if I could.”

“Alex is gonna beat you to it. We’ve got a bit of a war going on between our heroes and inventors.”

“Oh, send them over here, then— I’d love the extra help.”

Will’s soft laugh sent pleasant chills throughout Dante’s body.

“You don’t want them building your machines, trust me. Your work is perfect, as is.”

Dante turned around and took his hands, kissing each one in turn. “I don’t deserve you, baby.”

“Correction: You’re everything I could ever want.”

Warmth and affection filled Dante’s soul as he kissed every inch of his partner’s face, and down along his neck. Will brushed his hair aside delicately to give him better access. The softest, sweetest noises left his mouth at the contact.

“You seem happy,” Dante said.

“Overjoyed.” Will chuckled. “I love being with you.”

“Aww, baby—”

“I’m serious, Dante. I’ve never felt anything like this before— I didn’t think I could until I met you. Every moment with you is a breath of fresh air. It’s exciting, you know?” He smiled shyly. “You excite me.”

Dante cupped Will’s face in his hand, entranced by his deep blue eyes, his look of sincerity. A shuddery breath left Dante’s lips as Will wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I’m so in love with you,” Dante said.

“I love you, too.”

“Sweet.”

“Sweet?” Will laughed. “Really?”

“I suck at talking.”

“You’re an aspiring politician.”

“I suck at talking with gorgeous and compassionate heroes.”

Will hid his warm face against his shoulder. “We should stop talking, then.”

“Ooh, I like the way you think.”

Their kiss was gentle, but that changed quickly the longer they stayed together. Dante held him to his chest and picked him up off the ground. He felt Will latch onto him as he carried him to the bed, still holding on when they both fell onto the sheets.

“Dante—”

It filled his heart with pride to hear Will whisper his name. The city below their suite was blissfully quiet, so the only sounds left were the low voices on the TV and Will’s soft breathing. He shuddered so gently as Dante kissed his neck. It drove him wild, the way he fit perfectly in the arms of a hero.

Another sweet sigh made Will’s chest tremble. His fingers tightened in Dante’s long, coiled hair, pulling him closer to his neck.

“Are you okay?” Dante asked.

“Yes,” Will said. “You’re perfect.”

He laughed to himself as Dante whined into his skin. His praise could make even the fiercest villain unravel in mere seconds. Dante moved his hands up Will’s chest, riding his shirt up slightly. That small hint of skin filled Dante’s mind with images that would have made his partner faint.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Will smiled. “Just wonderful. What about you?”

“Amazing… I just want to know what you’re okay with right now.”

“Dante, I’m good with anything.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that to make me happy or—”

“I mean it, Dee. Use your powers, see for yourself.”

He shook his head. “I promised I wouldn’t use them on you.”

“You don’t have to be scared, I trust you.” Will stroked his cheek. “Go ahead.”

For the first time, Dante allowed himself to see Will’s emotions. A ring of light formed around his head, visible only to Dante, shimmering and flowing like the rays around the sun. The colors were incredible— white, pink, purple, blue, and traces of emerald green. Those colors were common whenever Dante established a mental connection, but on Will, they seemed even more grand and elegant. This was what an angel looked like.

With the light came the wave of thoughts from Will’s head. They weren’t coherent ideas or sentences, but they carried all of his feelings in them. Dante could feel the deep-rooted coils of his anxiety and guilt, like a cluster of weeds, but there were other feelings smothering them. It was a warm sensation, similar to walking inside from the cold, with the change in the air that made one feel at home.

This was the way that Will felt happiness, and safety, and comfort. This was how he felt love.

It rushed through Dante like a wave, filling his heart and his lungs and every part of him that could be reached. To think that someone loved him so intensely, even after knowing what he was… He let the feelings drift back to Will, who held his hands as he waited for him to leave his trance.

“Are you okay?” Will asked. “Your eyes are red.”

More than just red, Dante could tell. His eyes were burning and slightly misty. He wiped them with his wrist as best as he could.

“Oh yeah, that’s normal if I push myself too far.”

“You should rest.” Will started to sit up. “I can make you some tea if you want—”

He gasped as Dante pulled him into his lap, holding him close against his chest. A villain like him, with his heart pounding in his chest and a pleading look in his eyes… The world would never fear him again if they knew the power that Will held over him.

“Rest can wait.” Dante took his hand and squeezed it tight. “I need to give you what you just gave me. I need to kiss you, worship you, and carve your name into the fucking stars so everyone knows you… so they can see you for the god that you are.”

Will went still in his arms, unable to respond. Tears rolled down his cheeks and onto the sheets. Dante gently wiped them away.

“Too much?”

“Not a bit.” Will kissed him. “I love you so much.”

Dante held him tighter. “Say it again, please.”

He smiled and placed another kiss on his forehead, then his cheek, and his chin. With each kiss, he whispered to him: “I love you.”

They gently fell back onto the bed, and Dante got to hear those beautiful words again and again. As much as he hated Gazali, he would forever be grateful to him for letting Will join the hero team. He couldn’t imagine a life without him, or the light that he gave to this dark world.

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Dante’s chest rose and fell rhythmically. His arms framed his head like a ring, and his hair had fallen into his golden eyes. Will was mesmerized by his appearance, and his heart fluttered when he turned and smiled at him.

“You must be really tired.”

“How can you tell?” Will mumbled.

“You’ve never grabbed my chest like this before.”

Will looked down at his hand, which had indeed curled around Dante’s chest as though it were a pillow. His face felt warm as he released his grip.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, no worries.” Dante chuckled. “You’re allowed to like my chest. In fact, it’s an honor.”

Will hid his face in his partner’s shoulder. “Why are you such a tease?”

Dante laughed again and pulled him close. “Sorry.”

He left several brief kisses on his neck, drawing another string of soft sighs from his lips. The serene atmosphere was shattered by the beeping of Will’s communicator. He rolled his eyes, took the device from the nightstand, and tapped the little blue screen.

“Hello?”

“Will!” Gazali’s voice still shook his ears, even through the speaker. “I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

Will glanced over at Dante, who gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Nice while it lasted, right?”

It had been wonderful, and Will didn’t want it to end. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“What do you need, sir?”

“I just need to run something by you. The mayor is organizing a party for tomorrow, to thank our team. I thought it would be good if you came with us.”

“You think anyone would allow me at a party again?”

“It would help them see that you’re one of us. The incident at the Briggs building wasn’t your fault, and they need to see that.”

Before Will could begrudgingly agree, Dante took the communicator from him.

“What’s that, Mister Hero? Having trouble appearing marketable to the public? Need to make yourself look good for the press?”

Will could hear Gazali choke on the other end of the line.

“Mister Briggs?”

“If you want the public to like you, maybe do something worth liking, instead of making yourself into a golden calf.” He held the microphone closer to his face. “And leave Will out of it, okay? There’s no point dragging him around for those entitled fucks when he can be here with people who actually love him.”

Dante pressed the button to hang up and handed the device back to Will, who stared at him in disbelief.

“Sorry,” Dante said, “I can’t stand when he talks like that. You’re not a fucking trophy.”

“… You told him you love me.”

At the weak sound of his voice, Dante pulled him into his arms.

“Yeah, and I meant it. He better get it through his thick head.”

“It’s too dangerous.” Will shook his head. “I don’t want him to hurt you for admitting it.”

“I’m not scared of him, baby. I told you, I want the whole world to know. If Gazali’s gonna fight me over it, then so be it.”

Will leaned over him. “You can’t speak like that. He’s too powerful, he could kill you. I won’t let him get his hands on you, okay?”

“Will—”

“If anyone ever hurt you, I’d burn the city myself.”

Darkness stirred in his eyes, a darkness more befitting of a villain like Dante. Then, in an instant, it disappeared. Will sank back against the mattress and hid in the crook of his elbow.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “That’s not what I… I don’t want to lose you, Dante.”

He trembled as Dante pulled him back into his arms. It wasn’t the right time to admit it, but the idea of Will tearing the city apart in his name sent shivers up his spine. To be loved so deeply, to be held in such high regard, was the greatest compliment he had ever been given.

“We’ll be okay, baby.” He kissed his head. “I promise, we’ll be okay.”

#writeblr #writing community #dark ichor au

[joy-of-life88]

Inked Temptation [a Damian Priest story] 12 Backfiring

Ellie POV

Humming, I packed the last things into one of the many boxes. I could not believe how much stuff I had. But now that everything was packed, I realized the extent of it. I had sorted out a lot and donated it. I had also sold my car. It made more sense to sell it and buy a new one in Florida. To be honest, my car wasn't the best anymore anyway and I wasn't sure if it would have made the long drive at all.

It was good that I had not rented the small U-Haul. Because not everything would have fit in there. The movers were loading the last of the furniture. I was glad to finally be done with it.

These four weeks had been really exhausting. With our work and the need to still spend a lot of time together and then the preparations for my move. Fortunately, all that would be behind us tomorrow. And I was really looking forward to it. Damian felt the same way. Even though it was clear to both of us that it would be a new challenge. Especially because it would probably be pretty cramped with all our stuff.

But should it become too much then we had any time the possibility to look around for a bigger place to stay. Together.

Just as I had these thoughts, my phone rang. I could not help but smile when I saw the callers ID.

"Hi D! How are you?" I asked happily.

"Better when I can see you, baby girl. I'm on my way to get a cab right now. I should be with you in about 1 to 1 1/2 hours. Then I can take my baby to her new home." he replied.

"I can't wait. I hope we didn't get ahead of ourselves by wanting to drive the truck to Florida by ourselves. But I trust you to know what you're doing." I said with a laugh.

"Of course I do, Ellie-Bell. This will be our first extended road trip. And we have a lot of time. This 20 hour drive will go by really fast. Don't worry." he replied in a good mood.

I really hoped that he knew what he was getting into. Because for me, the whole thing did not sound particularly appealing. The only good thing was that I could spend the time with Damian. And then there was the fact that I finally got out of here.

"If you say so Mr Priest..." I giggled.

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An hour later everything was stowed in the truck and I took another look around the apartment. It was strange to see it so empty. Good thing Damian would be here soon.

"Eleanor Robertson? We have a complaint from your neighbors because the parking lot is blocked." I suddenly heard from the stairs.

I turned around and saw two policemen coming towards me. I didn't know one of them, but I knew the other one even better. I groaned. It was so to be expected. The spy wanted to see what was going on and had found a excuse to do so.

"That's not possible. The truck is parked in a designated area and my neighbors have all been informed of my move and the noise and unpleasantness it will cause," I said matter of factly.

"If you don't mind I will see for myself. Lieutenant Henderson, please escort Miss Robertson to the truck to make sure everything is indeed in order." said the older man.

"So it's true.... You're actually moving away from here..." said Scott.

Meanwhile, I grabbed my purse and the bag of prepared snacks and refreshments to take back to the truck. Then I locked the door. One last time. Even though this was so not the goodbye I had imagined.

"Yes, I see you are still doing your job as a spy for my father. Didn't he tell you that it was not a good idea? I don't mind exposing you," I wanted to know.

"You're bluffing. You have nothing on me, El." he said, but his look told me he was anything but sure.

"I have some evidence... And then you can forget about your promotion. So leave me alone already. Or you'll be the one who regrets it. Not me." I replied calmly.

"You shouldn't threaten me. It might backfire on you." he growled.

"Just leave me alone. I'm not afraid of you." I said, then climbed into the truck.

I locked the door behind me. I tried not to let him intimidate me. But it wasn't easy, because I didn't know what he was capable of. Now that I had openly threatened him. Scott was pacing up and down beside the truck. And that made me nervous. What was taking Damian so long? I wanted to get out of here.

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Damian POV

Why did there have to be this much traffic today of all days? I finally wanted to take Ellie in my arms and bring her to her, our home. She had just texted me that she was waiting for me in the truck and that she had news.

But then as we turned into her street, I saw it. The thick cloud of smoke, the flames.... And then I heard the sirens. What the hell was going on?

The cab driver stopped. Then I saw where the flames were coming from. It was burning in front of the building where I was going. There was a fire where Ellie lived.

Without thinking what I was doing, I threw money at the driver and jumped out of the car. I ran towards the building. It didn't take me long to realize that there was a big truck burning in front of the house.

Oh my God, no! It was the only truck around... And that meant Ellie was in that truck.

#damian priest #WWE #Wattpad #My writing #inked temptation

[mod-ibuki]

I want some good ol platonic sibling love, I request fuyuhiko and hiyoko (sdra2) with a big brother reader who loves to tease him (ex: ruffles his hair, uses him as a handstand, you know)

“Shorty!”

M-I: I love platonic stuff and this idea is so cute :D Hope you like this, anon!!

Summary: Fuyuhiko and Hiyoko with a male!older brother who likes teasing them for their height

Pairings: Fuyuhiko + reader, Hiyoko + reader

FUYUHIKO KUZURYU

Let’s ignore the fact that I had to search up his last name and check Google every second to make sure I spelt it right

First of all, he just goes defensive mode when you tease him, especially in front of the Kuzuryu Clan members, he’ll freak out and go knuckles from sth on you. But, you are his older sibling so he guesses he can spare you, for now at least. Still, goes crazy when you tease him. “How does it feel to be the size of a smurf?”

In private though, he doesn’t chew you out as much as he does in front of other people. Just groans, looks up at you, groans again, and walks away. He knows you won’t stop with your teasing, always calling him short and asking him ridiculous things that only a “short person could accomplish” (your words, not his). He tried his best to piss you off the same way you do to him, but it ends up backfiring when you use him as some sort of arm rest.

When you do this in front of Peko? She just stands there and watches as you tease the shit out of him, while he tries to remain his tough Kuzuryu persona up. “Aw, you’re a midget!” You chuckle, grinning down at him as you watched his face turn beet red, then proceed to silently scream at you for your bold teasing. You have no shame when it comes to him, which he isn’t sure to be proud of or not.

In the killing game, he, again, keeps his “tough Kuzuryu persona” up, even in front of you. He thought you’d stop your teasing now that you’re both in a very serious situation, but you don’t. In fact, it only gets worse. The teasing becomes more frequent, with you randomly showing up and deciding to use him as an armchair once more. Fuyuhiko doesn’t know what to think of this, but Peko suggests that it could be a way of coping through this killing game, which made him a little bit more okay with your teasing.

Doesn’t know how to feel about it, but accepts that it’s his fate and can’t escape it. Since you’re his older brother, it makes the chances lower of you ever going to stop.

HIYOKO SAIONJI

Annoyed, embarrassed, confused, raging, might press the quit button for self control.

She hates the fact that you taunt her about her height. Calls you immature for it, but that only boosts the need to tease her even more about it. Also has the mindset of “only I can bully my brother”, so whoever agrees with her or calls you annoying will be last seen being lowered in their grave while she calls you weird for bullying her for her height.

“Big sis Mahiru, he’s being mean to me for my height!” “Koizumi, you can’t deny the fact that she’s really short. Agree with me on this.” Koizumi thinks about it for a minute, before hesitantly nodding her head, hoping that Hiyoko won’t go overkill on her for this.

When you do this in front of other people, she just stands there and looks at you with the most done expression she could muster. You can tell she’s ready to hunt you down and throw you into the Marina Trench so you’ll never be found, but you don’t back down which probably only makes her anger worse. Hiyoko, similarly to Fuyuhiko, tries to bully you in order to stop your taunting against her height. She fails, you become smug, she ends up becoming some type of birds nest and next thing you know, her hair is a mess from you ruffling it up.

When she gets her growth spurt, you don’t know what to make of it. So, you dramatically wail to her that she’s not your little shorty anymore, to which she decides to turn the tables and call you a shorty. That is, if you’re shorter than her. If you’re the same height, you purposely tiptoe around her to make it seem like you’re at least an inch taller than her. If you’re still taller than her.. well, of course the teasing won’t stop. (She despises it)

When you’re in the killing game, surprisingly, your teasing sort of.. lessens. Although it still occurs, it doesn’t happen as much as it did in the past. She comes to the conclusion that it’s probably ‘cause of this whole killing game. Hiyoko gets it, you wanna survive along with her but still tryna be the older brother, playing it off and trying to remain as calm as you can appear to be. You fail at fooling her though.

When she dies, um.. You’re very, very devastated. You’re always gloomy, walking around with a frown on your face, and with no one to tease.. What is there to do?

[Tell me if you want anything changed, anon!]

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[frozenbound]

Shimadacest headcanon #30:

(Continuation of Shimadacest Headcanon #29)

The day after his birthday, Genji shows up to training wearing compression shorts and nothing else.

"Is something wrong?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Hanzo rolls his eyes as he takes his position. "How did you know," he asks drily, "that the air conditioner was broken before you got here?"

Genji stops short, then blushes furiously.

He's on the floor in a moment, his head squeezed between Hanzo's thighs...his bare thighs, because it's so hot in here that Hanzo has long since stripped down to his briefs.

Genji's face is bright red as he stares wide-eyed up at Hanzo.

"I've been here for three hours without A/C, Genji," Hanzo says disapprovingly.

Genji immediately sucks in a breath through his nose and flushes a darker shade of red.

Hanzo shakes his head and gets off of him, brushing some stray locks of white hair back behind his shoulder. Training can be a pain with waist-length hair, even when it's tied back. "You may think this prank is funny," he says, fixing Genji with a flat stare, "but I think you'll find it's going to backfire on you now."

He makes sure that Genji is twice as sweaty as he is by the end of their session, even though it's only an hour and a half long. Genji is absolutely drenched and his white compression shorts are completely see-through by the time Hanzo finally releases him from one last punishing hold.

What a day for Hanzo to wear his white briefs. They're made of slightly thicker cotton, so they're not semi-transparent, but they do cling to him like a second skin.

But this is the Shimada family dojo, so there's no one to offend as the brothers walk side-by-side to the baths.

Genji is rock hard, as he always is after training, his cock dark and full under the translucent fabric.

It's a completely natural reaction, as Hanzo explained to a pimply, awkward Genji years ago, smiling and laughing and clapping him on the shoulder to soothe his little brother's embarrassment at popping a boner in front of his much older brother-slash-training instructor. In the years since, it's happened nearly every session, and the brothers have long since accepted it as a simple fact of Genji's anatomy.

"Allow me, brother," Genji says when they arrive at the baths, abruptly cutting across Hanzo to slide the door open for him.

His erection rubs directly against Hanzo's own flaccid cock.

It's hot to the touch, and Genji's brusque movement means that his cockhead nudges right between Hanzo's balls, loose in his sack after training hard in a hot environment.

"Whoops," Genji says...not exclaims, not blurts, but simply says...as he steps back a little. "Sorry, brother. After you."

Hanzo raises an eyebrow at him but walks into the baths without comment.

He does catch Genji's look down at his crotch though.

He has the same look as he had at his birthday party yesterday.

Hanzo's body doesn't respond to training the way Genji's does, but shoving a cock against his own cock will certainly provoke a response.

Hanzo's now as hard as Genji.

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[aik-membrane]

OOC: Heart-Aik: Aik Membrane's Prequel

Chapter One

<September 26th, 1995>

"Aik Membrane." A scientist clad in a white coat and thick black gloves stood outside of a small glass canister. The canister had just been opened and emptied of its contents.The scientist held the wet and sleepy looking bundle in a blanket, studying the child. "Pulse looking steady, breathing looks normal… welcome to life, little one."

A small human child squirmed a bit in the blanket. He seemed not old enough to be a toddler but somehow not young enough to be an infant at the same time. A very strange mix of both being a bit older and terribly young, something that wouldn't occur naturally. That's because this child was not natural, not by a long shot.

"Amazing, the first clone is complete!" The scientist held the child high in the air, seemingly proud of the confused bundle. "Aik, my boy, you're going to do great things." He seemed unaware of the fact that the child was far too disoriented and maybe too young to understand a word coming from his mouth.

The scientist started on a ramble, whether to himself or to the infant was unclear. It was just them and a slew of equipment in the room though, so it was one or the other.

Aik Membrane, the first clone of Project Eternal, had just woken up. A successful experiment created by the scientist, Professor Cypher Membrane.

The Professor spent a few hours checking the tiny Aik over for any signs of failing health. But Aik's DNA was pure, pulled straight from the Professor himself. There were no health problems, he even had a tiny matching tuft hair that shaped into a crooked scythe, just like the Professor.

"Let's check your tonsils now," Professor Cypher said, taking off a thick glove to take on a thin blue one. He held Aik up and stuck a finger in his mouth.

Aik made a muffled grumbling sound, not being happy with all this studying in his first few minutes of consciousness. He bit Cypher's finger hard, despite having only the very tips of his teeth poking through his gums.

Professor Cypher yelped and withdrew his hand. He stared at the slightly torn glove, a tainted red mark with a bruise visible through the tear. "Ah. Okay noted, subject is unstable and prone to violence. Possibly." He turned back to the grumpy infant, who was staring at Cypher with intensity.

"Eek…" Cypher muttered. "Okay, maybe there are some flaws… It's fine, we can work past it. You're alive and you have the most advanced brain of any human child, there's no way that this could backfire."

Cypher placed the infant onto a monitoring table and left him there for a moment while cleaning and patching up his finger. Aik wiggled his arms out of the blanket and stared at his hands.

"Alright, now to wait for you to grow up. Best to not let the press see you until I can ensure you're a safe child." Cypher returned to the boy and took off the blanket entirely to dress Aik in a plain yellow shirt. "Your color, it suits you."

Aik grabbed at the shirt, studying the color.

Cypher smiled. "Very nice."

Aik looked up at Cypher, eyes wide.

"Huh. I wonder, can you talk yet?" Cypher leaned down to be nearly eye level with Aik. "Do you know who I am?"

Aik just watched Cypher.

"Hm. I'm your father, your dad. You can call me Dad," Cypher precised. He shook his head with a chuckle when the child didn't respond. "Of course you can't talk, you're minutes old. But you will learn, your brain is more advanced, you will learn very quickly. Come!" He picked up Aik and held him on his hip. "We have much to do!"

Aik seemed excited and gripped Cypher's coat as the professor began to busy himself with other tasks in the lab, talking Aik through every action. Aik watched with fascination for hours, as Cypher updated equipment, identifying parts and pieces, and even did a brief summary of how he created Aik, a clone.

Cypher had no idea how much of that information Aik would retain. In truth, it was nice to have someone to ramble too. And Aik seemed to not mind. Then again, he was a child.

After a few hours, Cypher paused. "Oh. Oh my! I haven't even taken a photo of you!" He grabbed a camera from his coat, attached it to a robotic piece, and a bright light flashes as their picture was taken.

Aik blinked with a small yelp and rubbed his eyes.

"Ah, sorry Aik." Cypher chuckled nervously, ruffling Aik's hair and putting the camera away. "Didn't realize the flash was on."

***

The first few years of Aik's life passed peacefully, Cypher spent his time monitoring Aik and talking to him about different projects and the future he had planned. Aik was meant to grow up and take over Membrane Labs as the new face of science for the world, and create new clones to take over once he retired. Aik of course was too young to respond, though he seemed to absorb everything all the same.

However, at seven months old, Aik was talking. One word responses, usually unintelligible, though he did clearly call Cypher Dad.

Cypher couldn't be happier though he kept a very close eye on Aik's mental stability, preparing for the worst but hoping for the best.

Cypher also performed a few IQ tests and other programs to see how smart Aik supposedly was. He also noted that the boy would bite or scratch whenever he was studied for more than three hours. Cypher found this to be concerning, he didn't consider it to be a reasonable reaction at all. He didn't tell much to the public about Aik at all, preferring to keep his methods and what he considered to be the boy's unstable nature a secret. He couldn't risk having his image ruined by the fact he created and got attached to a violent infant.

Which means his entire life so far, Aik only saw one human. Cypher. And once Aik was able to sleep through the night on his own, at around a year old, Cypher would often leave him alone for a few hours in the lab. Aik studied the equipment, able to walk fairly well. He broke a glass container once, and Cypher reprimanded him. And Aik never broke a piece of lab equipment again.

As Aik neared two years old and kept the habits of biting and scratching when studied, despite being able to talk better and communicate well for his age, Cypher started to wonder if it was better to let Aik be himself and not entrust him with Membrane Labs when he grew up. He didn't want to risk handing such a powerful corporation to a potential psychopath. Just in case, he began preparations to make the second clone. He knew he would need more than one anyway, he just didn't plan on starting the second one so soon. He kept the preparation a secret from Aik for as long as possible. In order to keep Aik from discovering the new clone and messing with the equipment, or possibly harming it, in August of 1997, Cypher built an extra room in the lab to keep Aik in.

No, he didn't see a problem with this.

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