#can't decide whether i should scream about whether he had the right idea about it or whether i needed a copy of that exclusive cut

[targayrenss]

A Dance With Dragons (I) -Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

pairing:Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

Content: Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Jocelyn had never met her father's sister, but according to him, they were both very alike.

After her uncomfortable funeral, Jocelyn decided to go to the beach to soak her feet a bit, that was the excuse she gave her mother to get out of that uncomfortable place.

Looking at the sea she thought about how nice it would be to have a funeral like her aunt's, they were born from the sea and in her death they would return to hers, Jocelyn always thought of her as more Velaryon than Targaryen.

She loved her mother's house, she loved her dragon, star, she and her dragon shared a very special bond, Jocelyn loved everything about her dragon, from her star-like white eyes to her sea-blue scales.

She knew that one day it would be the dragon of one of her future children that would burn her body, she would rather become another fish in the sea than be reduced to ashes.

"I see your father didn't lie when he said you're the spitting image of him." Jocelyn tilted her head to see the owner of that voice.

Daemon Targaryen, Jocelyn had never met her uncle nor was she interested in doing so, and apparently her mother had no interest in her meeting him either.

—Uncle, I am very sorry for your loss, I would have loved to meet my aunt, my father always tells me the stories of his childhood shared with his sister

Daemon didn't answer but smiled at her, Jocelyn thought that was it so she turned her gaze back to the sea.

The prince took a seat on the sand next to her—It's beautiful, isn't it? I've never been so interested in the sea but now I can see how beautiful it is.

Jocelyn just nodded.

As she watched the sea, Daemon looked at her.

Jocelyn doubted if what she was going to ask was appropriate, she was comfortable and she was afraid that her question would ruin everything.

—Do you think I'll be a good queen?

-Who are they?

—Everyone! Everyone will hate me, they minimized my reign, the mother says that I will get married soon, the people will see my husband as their king, not as a king consort.

Smart girl, she was right in everything she said but at least she knows the truth, not like her mother who is completely blind to people's opinions.

—Whether they hate you or not, they will have to accept you as their queen, and if they don't, don't hesitate to burn them to ashes.

Jocelyn and Daemon looked at each other, both smiling at each other.

"My prince! Princess! His presence is requested in the throne room." The guard looked quite agitated.

Daemon took Jocelyn's shoulder and led them both into the living room.

The closer they got they could hear the screams coming from inside, Jocelyn hurried on until she flung open the door.

Everyone's attention fell on the young princess and the Daemon prince.

“Luke! Jace! What happened?” Jocelyn knelt down to her smallest brother's level, “Come on, show your sister.

“They attacked me!” Jocelyn looked from her to Aemond, the poor man mutilated.

Jocelyn shared a look with Daemon which did not go unnoticed by Rhaenyra.

She didn't know when or how, but the queen had thrown herself at her mother with a knife in her hand, managing to make a big cut on her arm.

"Enough, we can't go on like this! We're family!" Viserys yelled at everyone, "I'm not going to allow this family to separate anymore."

Jocelyn felt the king's gaze on her.

"My granddaughter, Jocelyn, and my son Aegon will marry, they will both inherit Dragonstone, and when their time comes, they will both reign together."

"Father." Rhaenyra tried to convince her father that this was a bad idea.

—It's an order! My granddaughter has already bled but she will be until she is sixteen days old when they should get married.

Jocelyn couldn't believe that she would have to marry Aegon, it was the compensation prize for a fight neither of them were involved in.

She went to sleep thinking that everything would improve but she did not, when she woke up she went directly to her father's funeral.

When her father's ashes were thrown into the sea, she Jocelyn headed to the beach hoping that if she went into the sea she would feel her father one last time.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not hear the footsteps that followed her.

"Sorry for your loss, niece."

Jocelyn was slow to answer, once again wondering if what was about to come out of her mouth was for the best, but she did.

I need you to do something for me, man.

Jocelyn turned back, seeing her uncle, he had more than thirty days of his name, he was taller than her, Jocelyn thought that even if she wasn't a girl he would still be taller than her, his eyes are the darkest violet she has ever seen.

"Take me to Dragonstone and make me your wife."

#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x targaryen reader #Daemon targayen x oc #Daemon targaryen x velaryon oc #Daemon x you #daemon targaryen smut #hotd fanfic

[chaifootsteps]

sarcastic productions did a vid recently about this thing called Tone Armor and it explains something I've had issues with in HB but struggled to articulate

so Tone Armor is, to simplify it (but I do recommend the vid) what the audience understands the stakes of the show to be. I.e. in a Loony Tunes short no one expects a character to be seriously hurt falling off a cliff, getting shot in the face, getting a piano dropped on them, etc. It's kind of part of suspension of disbelief - some shows exploit tone armor by having an early twist that goes against the conventions of the genre. The twist in Madoka Magica ep3 works entirely off this - if you've seen a lot of magical girl shows like Sailor Moon and Cardcaptors you're used to their stakes and you don't expect anyone to really die. In ep3, someone really dies.

And that's a big problem I have with HB - it can't keep its stakes or tone consistent to save its life. In Harvest Moon, Stella hiring Striker to kill Stolas is played like a dark comedy joke. We're supposed to take it like a dramatic beat but also a kind of wacky demon thing. But then The Circus drastically shifts the tone and expects us to treat Stolas and Stella as a straight example of domestic violence - which they do by having her try to slap him, something which is much less violent than the hit she's already ordered on him episodes before. They've already had Stella escalate to the end point most abusers get to, played it as a joke, and they want to turn around and demand the audience instead take it seriously instead of treating it like just a thing demons do? It was already shaky ground in ep5 whether we should judge Stella for ordering a hit given that the premise of the show used to be about imps running an assasination business, and their targets used to be in Hell!

The show also can't make up its mind whether the audience should be worried about the characters being in real danger at any moment in time. Western Energy is the absolute nadir for this - one minute Stolas is dodging holy bullets like he knows he's in danger, the next he's calling Blitzo and speaking with no more urgency than he did when he hired him as a bodyguard in Loo Loo Land (and the episode seems to expect us to blame Blitzo for not dropping everything to help him? Why wasn't Stolas screaming in terror on the phone then???). Worse, when he gets cut off Stolas says out loud 'am I in danger right now?' like he wasn't just tied up on the back of a horse bound with blessed rope. What in gods name happened to his intelligence in this episode?

Then it's right back to wacky hijinks right as the tone was starting to shift with the Striker song from the imp trio and Stolas is still making jokes ('how does one get their own theme song?') until the episode then decides it's going to be serious and act like the audience should be worried Stolas could die. Besides the fact Viv was never going to kill her Creator's Pet, it is way too late to demand an audience buy into this plot line on a dramatic level. To make it worse half the fight scene is scored with a bubblegum pop song on the radio and it keeps cutting to the much lower stakes Blitzo trying to get Loona to take her shot, like it makes any sense at all to cross cut between the two! That episode is absolute garbage imo and I have no idea why it ended up the way it did outside of Viv probably insisting there needed to be a plot device that would render Stolas helpless (which begs the question how Striker hasn't managed to finish off half of Hell's nobles by now if he has blessed rope or at least Stolas, given he's also dumb enough not to bother using his eye powers or his demonic form earlier - the power levels in this show are also massively inconsistent)

And then to put the cherry on a very bad cake Blitzo asks 'he can get hurt?' like he didn't already know blessed weapons exist and he didn't already fight Striker for trying to kill Stolas with one of them (which he should have let him do to spare us all the badness of this never-ending plotline)

Extremely good point.

Tone armor is definitely a thing, and Viv's problem is that she wants it to be both ways. She wants this show to be Looney Tunes and Madoka, and she wants to alternate back and forth between the two whenever she pleases, and when her audience inevitably complains or is confused, to blame them.

And that's not how this works.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #helluva boss critical #actual blog post

[alicedash2]

Whitebeard's crew x Y/N with communication problems!

YN is a person with communication problems, sometimes she would like to socialize, but she also likes to be alone too, but because of that, she ends up feeling lonely too, it's been a while since she's been in Whitebeard's crew and she still hasn't spoken with anyone, although the party people have tried to talk to her, but she pulls away or makes up some excuse not to talk to the guys, one excuse, is that the singing and the smell of alcohol affect her migraines, but Marco always said that could give YN some medicine to enjoy the party a little, even if it's in the kitchen with some people, but YN says she just needs some time, so she goes out again, sometimes wanting to take it with her, but with the insecurity of meeting a complete stranger, and also having many men at times, she almost rarely talks to the nurses, but it doesn't help much

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until one day, on a day of much singing and partying, YN gathers all her courage and decides to do what Marco said, go to the kitchen, but that's it, YN won't be able to start a conversation, so YN just decides, when arrives at the door that leads to the kitchen, sees that there are a variety of people there, peeking through the door hesitating if she should really go there, YN decides to go back, but she feels something heavy behind her, a slow and warm breath, as if there was a huge bear behind her, ready to attack, YN is paralyzed, not knowing whether to act brutally and run away or pretend to pass out right there, she feels the presence getting closer and closer, until she feels something on her shoulder, she slowly turns her head head, sweating cold and panting, until she sees a pair of deadly, frightening eyes, and then there's just a scream that can be heard throughout the ship!

- Wait! wait! Its me! Thatch! Stay calm...- Thatch said as you sat on the floor panting, as people ran to see what had happened, you felt dizzy from the crowd that was happening, you gathered what little strength you had left and staggered away, Ace, decide to help YN, but the moment he takes YN by the hand and looks YN deep in the eyes asking if YN is okay, YN's trembling legs end up giving in and YN ends up falling in a silent scream, Ace is in doubt of what to do, and he picks you up and takes YN to the infirmary, the ship's doctor arrives, there, among many stutters and broken words, like "I" and "I don't speak" together with "fear" makes Marco finally understand, YN has communication problems, now that he knows what the problem is, he just can't solve it, Marco decides that you will only talk to one person on the ship a day for 7 days, and after 7 days YN will start talking to two people a week, from the calmest person and energetic to the silliest and most energetic on the ship, and finally, talk to the ship's captain, he will make YN train little by little but always accompanying her, indefinitely with the crew, YN will be able to choose between who she wants to talk to and for as long as she wants, and if it doesn't work, YN can only talk to him, because he is a doctor and needs to know how YN is doing, in the first week, YN will only talk to Marco, and then Izou, Izou and Marco, and then Ace, and then Ace and Izou, and it varies from the person YN choose with, the subjects can be random, from how YN's day was to the battles they've had

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Marco decided that YN will talk to someone on the ship every week, it is an idea that in his head could work, every week YN will talk to someone, and every week it will gradually increase people, he will always accompany you, the first week it was just him, then Izou, then Ace, then Ace and Izou and Marco and so on (°)

YN will be able to choose who to talk to and what to talk about, so YN gradually fit in, one day, YN decided that he would have dinner with everyone, even though he couldn't answer anything they asked (°)

YN stay a few weeks with this training, YN got little results, however, if you feel more comfortable in the crowd, YN managed to exchange a few words with the captain, just asking if he was okay, amidst the stutters, Ace always tries to talk to YN, but Ace's energetic way sometimes scares YN a little, making her lose her mind with her words, talking to the crew is something very pleasant, even if YN is someone who doesn't talk much, not because she no don't want to, sometimes she's so familiar with silence that she gives up trying to socialize, but nothing a few words and questions won't help! the crew is also loving the progress, and as YN even eats with them during the meals that YN ate alone in her room, Whitebeard already tried to ask YN at first if YN was alright, but YN just made a shaky gesture and went back to the fourth, but now, YN can at least not shake anymore, and speak whole words without stuttering, but, after anchoring on an island, she won't be able to leave, as she will still have trouble talking to strangers, if it was it was difficult for her . the crew that stayed most of the time with YN, imagine someone unknown! someone will have to accompany her during the exploration of the new island, in this, the boys play games and almost fight to see who will accompany you during the tour!

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#whitebeard pirates x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #whitebeard crew #shirohige

[thequietkid-moonie]

Beelzebub with a powerful God of Destruction

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

I had a lot of inspiration for this one and I love how it ended, but it got longer that i expected 😳😳

is like takind Hades' role

I hope you like it as much as I did!

Beelzebub had been reading of you, a powerful and merciless god of destruction who was feared and respected by almost all your pantheon, and by other gods too, it was strange to find a god who didn't fear you (at least a little) and he was sure that you will be able to make his wish come true and finish with his existance, so, making his choise, he go to search you

Just entering in your territory he was stoped by the guards, threatening him to go back in his way, but he was ready and started fight them. After minutes he was stoped by the same god he was searching

You stand up in all your glory in front of him, asking what the hell he wants with an annoyed expression, without hesitation he say that he wanted to fight you and before he can say something else you interrupt him saying that if that is what he wants he should just said it, making a mess of the place is usless, unless he wanted to please you, you are a god of destruction after all (but you weren't in the humor to clean someone's mess)

He was really surprised for your attitude, he had mentalized to find someone cruel and not this, you admitted to him that this wasn't the first time someone came to fight you in order to prove their strength, or something like that

Making some preparations you guide him to an arena where you could fight, telling him to not worry since is clean, there were nothing that could favor you nor him, just surrounded by all the guards and servants of the palace as spectators, also you tell him that he is free to use whatever weapon he wants, you don't care

Beelzebub still was surprised but he just brush it off and start fighting, it was rought and he was using all his strenght, it was a really difficult fight and last long but soon, between the screams of spectators and clashing guns you start to get advantage over him until Beelzebub run out of strength and fall on the floor, he couldn't move anymore, he was exhausted but he start feeling some relieve for finally finding someone strong enough to kill him

However, everything was throw away when you tell him that the fight was over since you already won

He get super angry, weren't you supposed to be merciless and cruel? why the hell are you leaving him alive? And after he get treated he confront you about it but you say nothing, just ignore his question, from your view you were just being honorable so why the hell is he so mad?

He didn't like this, he was furious at you so he decided to follow you from the shadows, whether you knew it or not, he search all he can about you, he was determinate to get what he wants, even if Beelzebub has to make you hate him if is need it in order to fullfil his goal

After a while you finally confront him about what he was doing, and he admitted to you that he wanted you to kill him, maybe it was that he picked your interest or it was just pity, but that doesn't matter, what matter is that you didn't want to kill him right away, so you offered him a deal, you had an important work to do, if he helped you fullfit it you will do what he wants and kill him, Beelzebub didn't like much the idea, but if that will be the cost then he will accept it

And after that day you two start working together, and you two get to know each other better, at first he wasn't interested in you at all, but with time he just can't stop himself and get curious about you

Everyone talk of you like you were the cruelest god alive, but that wasn't exactly true, he get the opportunity to meet you in reality, a side from you that only the people of your fully trust know, he see you smile and laugh so carefree and get excited for silly things (like one of the servants make you favorite dessert), he saw you scold some of the servants but it was like seeing a parent scolding their kids, he even see you get angry and frustrated and even then you didn't take it out against others

But he get the oportunity to see you fight too, and he sees you look at people with so much anger that they could feel like dying right there, talking with a voice so intimidating that he swears that even Satan would tremble, understanding now where all those rumors come from

Also you were constantly praising his intelligence and determination, but it took a while for him to finally accept the compliments, he feel it like he didn't deserve it. You get to know about his past too, about his friends and his lover that he ended up killing for the curse he has (understanding why he want to die so bad), still you never stop treating him friendly and with kindness

Until the day that he most feared came, one day the two of you were just hanging out like always, you proposed celebrated for how well your plan was going (you were so close to achieve your goal), and even if he didn't want to you weren't exclatly going to accept that answer, cheering him and insisting until he finally accepted. You two were having fun, just chating so carefree about everything and anything (he was even smiling) until everything goes black for Beelzebub and he loses control over himself, he had just pass out (just like all the other times)

When he finally wakes up he did it in a complety different room (he was in a bed, even covered with blankets) and you were nowhere to be found. Beelzebub was fearing the worst and cursing himself for doing this once again (even if it isn't his fault) only for his thoughts to be interrupted by someone entering in the room

It was one of the servants who where carrying some bandages and food for him, and after them was you, your body covered in bandages and some bruises too, just by looking at you he understand what happened and still he gets confused and surprise, but he feels more ashame than anything, even when you greet him cheerfuly he didn't have the brave to look at you in the eyes

He hesitantly let the servant check his wounds and change his bandages while you were telling him what happen, even when he already know it, and when you start praising his strenght (sure, it was Satan, but he have to be strong too, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle Satan's power) he gets super embarased, but he didn't know if it was because he hated this situation or because it was you who were complimenting him

He stay silent all the time, not saying a single word, and after he get treated and the servant leave the room you look at him curiously, siting by his side you take his hands so gently that he even look at you out of surprise, and you were looking at him with so much care and love that he can feel tears forming in his eyes

You say that since you are close to achieve your goal your deal will finish soon too, and he should think about his request, if he still wants for you to end with his life you will, you promise to respet his decision until the very end and with that you leave the room (not without before telling him to eat and wishing him recovere soon)

He was right that you will be able to fullfil his wish, you survived Satan's attack after all, but right now Beelzebub doesn't know what to do, there was a lot to think, a lot to considerate

He doesn't know what he wants anymore

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #records of ragnarok #snv #ror #snv beelzebub #ror beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x y/n #snv beelzebub x reader #ror beelzebub x reader #snv x reader #ror x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

[genshrineimpact]

universe abound

| ◆ ch.4 ⑊ welcome home.

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

◇ a/n ◇ he's self aware! she's self aware! they're self aware! you're self aware! it's a self aware galore over here! woo! anyway, i am going to mostly use their archon name starting next chapter - e.g. "barbatos" / "morax" / "beelzebul". i was going back and forth between "beel" or "baal" but considering the reader's history and lore i feel that it's more fitting to use "beelzebul", so that's what i'm going with!

you don't remember falling asleep.

was it exhaustion? did you pass out on the sofa while working or watching tvs? or perhaps you did crawl into bed but you just don't remember doing so?

… yes, that must be it.

you sigh onto the pillow and bury your face against it even more. yes, you must have somehow climbed onto the bed, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to sleep so comfortably. in fact, the bed feels far too comfortable than what you're used to. and it smells very different too...

wait….

your eyes snap open and you push yourself into a sitting position, mind on full alert despite having just woken up. your suspicion is spot on, and you're unsure whether you should feel happy about your intuition or tremble in fear because you have no idea where you are.

it’s definitely not your house, that's for one. the walls and interiors are too different. you suspect it’s a different building altogether, and the nuance of the room suggests-

-huh?

this…

this layout looks…

... familiar.

isn't this a bedroom you made in your serenitea pot last time?

you examine the bed. you're not a hundred percent sure but this has to be the bed you chose. just that instead of a 3D model of a bed, you’re looking at a realistic version of it. perhaps this would be how genshin would look like if it was made for ps10.

that is if the ps10 allows you to touch and feel the objects in-game. which you can certainly do now, but you know the actual console doesn't have that capability.

the silken sheets are soft under your fingertips, and the flooring is surprisingly warm under your feet. you dash towards the mirror and see... yourself. with the clothes you remember changing into after showering. your look clashed so badly against the overall look of the room, and you groan, burying your face in your palms.

this has got to be a dream, right?

there's no way you just got isekai’d into the game, right??

the universe wouldn't play such cruel pranks just to spite you, right???

"also, are you kidding me?! if i got isekai’d i would've wanted to be reborn in a younger and better-looking body at least!!!"

your screams muffle against your palms as you curse the gods above - or whoever brought you here. you look up to glare and shout more at your reflection, but what you saw made you stop.

what the….?

humans are never perfect. you know of this and you’ve learned to fully accept this throughout the years. yet despite that, it's just natural for human beings to always strive for perfection and to unconsciously draw a ‘perfect’ version of themselves in their mind. from physical appearances down to traits, from jobs to materialistic properties, you too had a picture of what you see as ‘perfect’.

and your ‘perfect’ reflection is currently staring back at you through the mirror.

young-looking, supple skin, healthy hair, bright eyes, body draped in clothes that you’ve always wanted to wear when you were in your young adult stage but were never brave enough to.

you wave. the reflection mirrors the motion.

you smile. a lovely smile stretches the reflection’s lips.

you pinch your cheek. the reflection follows and frowns in pain.

is this how dogs who have just walked into a mirror room for the very first time feel?

"i... i’m lucid dreaming. that has got to be the explanation."

though you're the one who said those words, you can't seem to fully believe them either. since pinching your cheek didn't seem to work, you decide to try and slap it, just in case. all you get is a spike of sharp pain, leaving a tingling sensation on your right cheek.

frustrated, you throw a glare one last time at your reflection and settle into surveying the area instead. your eyes zero in on the door, and you weigh your options.

if this truly is your serenitea pot, then the companions you place on the main hall should be around outside, right? would it be safe to go outside, then? but what else can you do, stay cooped in the room while trying to fall asleep so you can wake up in the real world?

you used to read all those sagau imagines. if this has the whole impostor thing going on, then you might get hunted. but on the other hand, there's a possibility that you might get worshipped by those who used to be your favorite characters… that last possibility doesn't sound too bad...

wait, no. no, bad [name]. focus!

this might just be a dream, but what if it isn't? you’d rather completely avoid the dying route. no dying today, thank you.

yes, it's better to be overly cautious than regret it later.

steeling yourself, you slide the door open and peek outside. your view might be a little limited, but you don't see anyone, and everything is quiet, undisturbed.

huh. you’re pretty sure you placed a few characters in the main room… but perhaps your memory is failing you. it’s been a long time since you’ve been here after all.

upon opening the door wider, true to your observation, no one is standing by in the main room. you then tiptoed to check all the other rooms in the mansion, finding no one but a rush of nostalgia. you remember the hours you spent grinding wood and minerals and all the materials needed to get your mansion to look the way you wanted. and now, to be actually inside of it? it’s like a dream come true. you’ve always wished there was a way to upgrade the size of the quarters, but now that you're actually here, you're glad there was no such thing - it’s already far too vast for your poor legs.

a little excited, you open the front door and step out onto the front porch. tubby isn't there, but everything else looks just as you envisioned in your head. a beautiful garden, and even a pavilion with some-

-people....

oh. oh shit. oh gosh. oh fuck.

you freeze in fear when three pairs of eyes meet your gaze. in a snap of a finger, purple flashes in your eyes, and you yelp upon realizing that the lightning archon herself had kneeled in front of you.

"my liege! i can’t express how-"

"[name]!!!!"

a body crashes against you, followed by a pair of arms looping around you in a tight hug. a sweet smell dominates your senses and for some reason, the cecilia flowers pop into your mind despite the fact that you shouldn't have any knowledge on how those flowers smell.

"ah, what a nostalgic sight."

"hmph, such... obscene behavior, in front of the divine creator…"

"oh, but [name] loves me this way! free, unbound, and a teeny tiny bit obscene - isn't that right, [name]~?"

you stare at the three in succession.

zhongli looks just like how you saw him the last time you logged in, but without the pixels and polygons-based model, he’s a thousand - nay, a million - times more handsome. and his aura! imposing, ancient, regal... it nearly makes your knees buckle.

ei’s hair is braided, tied up into a bun instead of flowing freely behind her, secured with a kanzashi. her usual attire is replaced by an extravagant knee-length kimono, its fabric going from dark purple to the softest purple pastel, bearing the sigils of electro and inazuman patterns sewn meticulously onto it. she’s wearing her signature stockings underneath, with anklets decorating her slim ankles and a geta sandals on her foot - which were barely visible given her kneeling position previously, but now clearly seen as she stands to glare at the anemo archon.

barbatos seems to have altered his ‘venti’ form. though, in essence, their styles are still very similar. a lyre hangs faithfully on his side, coupled with interwoven twines with several charms hanging off it alongside his fake anemo vision. though his hat is missing, his hair is still braided on the front, longer than what you remember. there are crystalflies weaved into them, shimmering under the sun. he’s a little taller too, you notice, though maybe it’s also because of his new high-heeled boots.

you then realize that the three of them seem to be expecting you to talk. so naturally, like all other sane human beings in presence of three utterly hot and gorgeous deities, you stare back at them dumbly and reply:

"..... huh?"

"... eh? oops, did i came on too strong? ehe, i guess you're still a little shocked from the fall… but it’s all okay now!! you’re home!"

your brain slowly tries to reboot itself.

home? home….. home! wait, shit!

"my electricity bills! i need to go back home and turn off the lights!!" you say in realization and turn back towards the building, although the task proved difficult because one of them was still latching on to you.

venti notices you struggling and whines, tugging on your clothes as if he's five years old and not thousands year old ancient at this point, "wait wait wait, [name], look at us! look at me! why are you being so distant…?"

"your grace…"

you snap reflexively towards zhongli, eyes narrowed, "don’t call me that."

his draconic eyes widen and he bows his head in humility, "my apologies. then, what title pleases you?"

"title?? why would i need a-" you repeat incredulously, and you stop trying to pry the anemo god off you, falling into silence, realization dawning.

surely, no dream can be this real. you’re literally touching venti and talking with zhongli. they’re referring to you so formally and seem to be enamored with your very presence. you've tried to wake yourself up, to no avail. surely... surely this scenario is...

"did i create teyvat?"

zhongli tilts his head slightly, much like a puppy who just heard the most intriguing sound in its whole life, "why are you stating the obvious, your gra- ahem, i mean…. divine creator?"

oh.

oh god.

wait no, you're the supposed god here, aren't you.

"my liege," beelzebul places her hand on her chest, bowing elegantly with a smile, "i… we are truly glad you decided to answer our prayers. we beg you to have in your heart to forgive us, and let teyvat flourish once again. we will not fail you twice."

morax speaks next, "it is as baal says. though we might be all that's left of your closest acolytes, we’ll do our best to assist you with everything you could ever wish for. you need only ask, and we shall do our very best to provide. in exchange, we hope to receive your guidance."

"ehe, they’re always so formal, huh?" barbatos flashes you a grin but steps back nonetheless, a gentle expression overtaking his youthful face, "but i guess i should be proper once in a while. it is a special occasion afterall."

" " " welcome back, [name] - the sole master of celestia, divine creator of teyvat. " " "

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau #venti #barbatos #zhongli #morax #rex lapis #beelzebul #raiden ei #universe abound #rin writes

[saltyfryz]

MORE SKELETON INFO DUMP!! (Pt one with Cassie and the outcodes)

First, we got LavenderTale Sans! Or Plum.

At first I wanted him to be 5'10 but I'm not so sure about that, so just know he's tall!

He's the old man of the group, he's been around a while.

Plum does have eye lights, but they only appear when he feels strong emotions. And when they do they're white, unstable and broken.

His drink of choice is Vinegar(spiked and unspiked), always carrying a bottle or two in his inventory at all times. Because of this he always smells strongly of the stuff.

He's got high LV and was incredibly dangerous in his prime, but after an incident that left him with his scars and old age, he's not as quick or as angry as he once was.

If confronted with a problem, he prefers to not play with his food so to speak. Especially if they're looking for a fight. Nowadays he just can't be bothered, so he quickly skewers them with a bone and moves on. However if they're just talking shit, all bark and no bite, he will mess with them a bit. Maybe he'll rough em up, or scare them with a bone attack straying a wee bit too close. Oftentimes he will just insult someone just for the hell of it, he loves it when people get all angry for 'no reason'

The exception to him not fighting anyone is if they interest him. Like if someone dropped something of value to them and Plum found it, if they were to fight him to get it back Plum would make it a massive game of keep away until he either gets bored of it or his fatigue catches up to him.

Speaking of, Plum suffers from chronic headaches and phantom pains due to the cracks that lace his skull and body. When the pain gets too much to handle, it can lead to him having some sort of episode. His senses get all muffled and he becomes a husk of rattling bones for a few hours. You should never interact with him in this state, as he has no idea what's what and will attack on instinct. When he eventually comes too, he usually finds himself safely tucked into his bed.

~~~TW! substance abuse~~~

Due to his pains, he's picked up a habit of drinking and getting high whenever the pains begin to flair up. This has led to him abusing the substances whenever he can, and him and Papyrus often get into screaming matches about it.

When they make it to the surface, eventually Plum does learn to stop relying on the stuff so much and actually gets the help he needs.

~~~

He has frequent and recurring nightmares, whether that be of Papyrus dying over and over again or of how he got his scars. He only occasionally gets good dreams, mostly about being on the surface with pap

He loves kids, (mostly infants) and sometimes offers to babysit for favors.

Plum has a removable patch of the Deltarune on the back of his jacket, it blends In perfectly and you can't even tell it wasn't there originally. He only wears his patch when working.

Like og sans, Plum is a Sentry and owns an illegal (and kinda overpriced) hotdog stand, and for a pretty penny he also sells soggy pretzels. They're surprisingly good if you can ignore the texture, and the strong taste of vinegar..

On the surface Plum gets two pets, a sweet pitbull service dog named Bulldozer and a tarantula named Marvy or Marvin.

Now, onto THE GREAT AND VILE PAPYRUS!! or Topaz!

He's asexual! Sex repulsed to be specific.

He has three scars on his skull. The two in his left eye socket were given to him by Asgore in a manner similar to the og fell pap, while the one down the right side of his face he's had as long as he can remember. Although he can't exactly remember how or where he got it.

Topaz's dish of choice is chicken alfredo, however it is SEVERELY burned, the noodles are DRENCHED in vinegar, it's over AND under cooked and the chicken can't decide if it's supposed to be stale or soggy. He does end up going to cooking classes on the surface though.

Despite his lack of cooking skills early on, Topaz is PHENOMENAL at sewing. He often patches up Plum's jacket or sweaters when he isn't looking

Despite his appearance and outward persona as "THE GREAT AND VILE PAPYRUS'' he actually doesn't really agree with the 'kill or be killed' mentality the underground had adopted, and would much rather curl up with a good book than put lower monsters 'in their place' for the millionth time. Still, he is very diligent with his guard duties and takes them extremely seriously, just because he doesn't agree with that mentality does not mean he isn't a BEAST when it comes to fighting. You don't become Captain of the royal guard for nothing.

I'm still trying to come up with his weapon of choice, but what I do know is that it's HUGE and heavy hitting.

As previously stated, he's a bookworm, loving adventure/romance novels as well as the occasional tragedy romance.

Topaz drives a motorcycle on the surface and Plum gets to ride in a little sidecar, in tern for free fixes and tune ups.

On the surface Topaz takes up commissions related to sewing or knitting, wanting to become a fashion designer. All his ideas may be a little unorthodox but no one can deny that he has talent.

Onto Cypher!

Or well, I wanna start with information about his au first!

It's named "True Hero"

And it's a surface fantasy au! Humans and Monsters have gone to war, but they ended it on peaceful terms and as a result Monsters were never sealed. However, just because it ended peacefully doesn't mean everyone got along. Humans and Monsters are still at odds with each other, and usually stay segregated. The land is divided into provinces with their own towns and cities.

They're separated as follows-

Snowdin province

Located north on the map

Where Snowfield Village resides

Almost always snowing

Waterfall province

Located in the middle of the map

Connected to oceans and rivers

These areas have many caves and waterfalls, but there is one huge main body of water named "Fated Oasis" as it's a hot spring that bridges all the provinces together. Some folk lore even describe the waters capable of healing.

Very wet, has marshes and some forests

Always raining and or damp

Hotland province

Located south with a mostly tropical climate

Has a few beaches that leak into some waterfall provinces

New Home

The monster capital

Run by the royal family

Location TBD

Ruins

The ruins of the first monster settlements.

Was attacked by humans and burned down and was one of the main catalysts for the war.

Location TBD, not drawn on maps

Has a massive graveyard to commemorate the lives lost. Some monsters come every now and again to pay respects.

Human territories are scattered around the map, far away from most Monster settlements, usually located far east or west near ports, as most Monster cities are further inland.

Like I said before, TH is a fantasy type world, however it does have some modern elements mixed in. Some areas and provinces are more modernized than others, having cars/trains while others are more traditional. The more modernized places are usually heavily populated cities and towns.

Snowfield village is one of the most popular towns in the region, as it's known for human monster integration. Incidentally this village/town is run by Cypher! It's not the only one of its kind, especially throughout the entire continent, but it is the one rumored to be run most smoothly.

Speaking of Cypher, he is the sans of this universe! Well known as the kind and energetic ruler of Snowfield village! He may look sweet and innocent, but don't be fooled! He is seasoned in the art of magical combat and sword fighting, able to beat anyone who stands in his way. However there's no reason to get so barbaric as Snowfield village barely has any real threats that need to be dealt with such force. Even so, Cypher trains day in and day out, honing his body to his full potential.

He is highly persuasive, and can talk down or up anyone with his cute face and charismatic charms

He's 4'11

Cypher doesn't cook as he usually lets the maids he hires do it for him, although he does enjoy secret codes, messages and cyphers.(hah)

He's a bit of a perfectionist, always wanting to look and be the best at anything he has his sights on at the time. He can get a little pouty if things don't go his way, but he doesn't let it show for long.

As for magic, Cypher can make these crystals that can sap, store and transfer the magic of others. This can make the transfusie feel tired and sluggish or even faint if too much is taken. After sapping magic, Cypher can either add it to his own reserves or someone elses to give them or himself a power boost. Although, he has to be extremely careful with his crystals, mostly around Monsters. Since they're made entirely of magic, if one were to come into contact with even a tiny part of the crystal they would almost instantly dust. The bigger the crystal the more the crystal is able to sap and store, but the bigger the crystal the more of a toll it takes to create. If the crystal tries taking more magic than it can handle, it shatters.

The crystals also cast a soft glow the color of Cypher's magic.

Onto Papyrus! Or Hyde/Hydro!

He's 6'2 but always slouches to look smaller.

Hydro is Cypher's royal advisor! Basically he takes care of the dirty work of running the village, mostly taking care of any disputes or criminals Cypher can't (or before he even finds out in some cases) in his own lazy way.

He runs on chocolate pudding(he can practically inhale gallons of the stuff) and bad puns.

Always tired due to his duties as advisor, often taking naps standing up or at his workbench.

Due to this appalling sleep schedule, he also barely has any magic to spare in his reserves and is often unreliable in battle magic wise. To remedy this Hyde always has a unique gadget to help to defend himself on him at all times. All of them of which he created

Speaking of, Hydro is very knowledgeable about scientific and magic infused technology. In his free time, he often studies and tinkers with any scrap he can find drifting down the river from the Capital. He has even created some experimental weaponry that he sells to neighboring villages.

He always tries to dress fancy for his brother, but he always gets his clothes wrinkled or dirty. On some shirts the bottom of the sleeves are almost entirely stained. Mostly with pudding or oil.

And that's all I got for now! If you have any questions feel free to ask :p

#salty ramblings #undertale aus #undertale au #undertale sans au #undertale papyrus au #underswap au #semi unrelated but i still need a au name for Cassie's au qwq #i got #LavenderTale #and #True Hero #but i cant seem to find a good name for her au #any ideas? #true hero au

[jadethest0ne]

In need of Refueling, Chapter 32 - Nightdreams and Daymares

Summary:  “You?! Why would I trust you? You have brought me nothing but failure. Time and time again; nothing but disappointment!”

His father’s words might have been a result of his possession by the  White Bone Spirit, but whether or not they were his true thoughts, Red  Son vows to prove them wrong. To do so he seeks to attain a power strong enough to destroy his father’s immortal enemy. After all, he’d much rather throw fire at his problems.

Word Count: 2801

Ratings/Warnings:  Teen and up; injury, burns, angst and hurt/comfort, toxic thoughts caused by toxic parents, panic attacks, abuse.

Notes: Red Son's nightmares get worse...

Credits: Big thanks to @painted-arachnid and @simplyfornardo  for helping me bounce ideas off of them. And also thanks to @lemonsqueazie for providing me with “Journey to the West” lore. I don’t know much about the original novel or other iterations, but I still tried to keep  some things compliant with the lore. You should check all of them out, since they’re really great content creators with neat ideas!  

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———-

Everything burns. His surroundings, his clothes, his hair.

It hurts.

Red Son clings to himself, trying to protect what he can, but the fire just holds on tighter.

The fire is blue.

"Why?" he questions, though he's not sure to whom. "Samadhi Fire?"

There is a form that walks through the curtain of flames, and towers over him.

"Father!"

The Demon Bull King snorts out the flames from his nostrils. The True Fire of Samadhi billows around him and washes over Red Son in a blue wave.

He wakes up screaming

"What, what is it!" Red Son's eyes snap open to see Mei jump up, brandishing her sword. Though if there were truly any danger, Red Son isn't sure she'd actually be able to take it on since she still looks half asleep. She also seems almost in pain, one hand over her chest, gripping the fabric of her shirt there, tightly.

"Red Son! Are you okay?" Red Son's vision flickers over to MK, who looks at him nervously. "You were dreaming."

At this point Red Son had been hanging out with Mei and MK much more. Sleepovers were a common occurrence. Unfortunately, so were the strange dreams he was having, and he supposed that sooner or later the two would coincide yet again… Red Son moans and puts a hand up to his head, rubbing his hand through his hair, and putting out any errant sparks that flickered as a result of his tumultuous emotions. "I-- yeah. I was having a nightmare."

"You wanna talk about it?" MK asks. Mei seems to have realized that there is no danger and slowly crawls back over to the pillow pile. It's now bright outside, but Red Son can't be sure how early or late in the day it is, and Mei seems content to just sleep again. Red Son isn't sure if she's even fully awake or listening, but he decides to answer MK's question.

"There's honestly not much to say,” Red Son says. "I've been having this dream for the past few weeks or so... Ever since we defeated Spider Queen."

"The one with The Fire?" Mei asks. Guess she was still listening, Red Son muses.

He nods. "Yeah, but this time..." He hesitates. "It was, uh, I don’t know, more clear? I could see my father more clearly… and it felt–" He peters off, and Mei looks a bit more awake. MK looks nervous, but also like he's thinking of something.

"At least it didn’t affect my powers this time," Red Son says, trying to brush the awkwardness off.

"Yeah, but you've been having this kind of dream for a while," Mei says. "That sounds like an issue in itself, dude."

Red Son puts his head in his hands and groans frustratedly.

"Have you checked in on your parents recently?" MK asks.

Red Son's head snaps up. "Uh.. no actually." He had completely forgotten. Or maybe "forgotten" isn't the right word. "Avoiding it" might be a better choice of words. They were aware that he had a way to spy on his parents, but he hadn’t been open about how little or how often he did.

He takes out his phone, but hesitates before opening the program he uses to spy through the bullbots.

"What's the holdup?" Mei asks, she still seems sleepy, but engaged in the drama.

"I just-- I don’t want to look because I was trying to put the past behind me." Red Son says.

"Yeah?" MK says.

"I thought I was with you guys now, so I don't need to look, right?"

"Well something in your subconscious must be bothering you about that," Mei says.

"It's not just that..." Red Son squirms. There's something about his dreams and the fire that he'd been trying to avoid thinking about. As if he was afraid of speaking it into existence. "It's the Samadhi Fire. It feels... kind of alive. I was worried that I might be awakening it in my dreams."

"Why's that so bad? Maybe that means you can control it again or something." Mei pushes.

Red Son sighs dramatically and looks at MK, who still seems a bit nervous about this whole talk, but genuinely curious to what Red Son has to say.

"If I awakened it or if my parents found out where I was... Well, I didn't want to subject that to any of you again..." Red Son says quickly.

There is a beat.

Then Mei, now fully awake lets out a big "Awwwww!!! Red Son cares about how we feel!"

"Ugh, shut up!" Red Son rolls his eyes.

MK’s nervousness changes to laughter at the display, and he finally says, “I think you should check this out if it’s bothering you this much. It’s better to talk about it than keep it bottled up,” MK says. “We’ll be here to support you!”

Red Son can't help but smile slightly. It does feel good to have people in his corner for once. But there's also the annoying feeling that he now has people he doesn't want hurt over something he started. And then there’s that underlying fear of what facing his parents would mean. He thinks for a moment. If he can’t go through with it, he can at least be honest with his new friends as to why.

“I haven’t actually spied on them for some time now… If I did - if I thought about them more - then that means I’d have to think about actually facing them. Explain why I’ve been away for so long. Talk about The Fire. I just, I’m not ready yet…” he says the last part in a sigh, like a puff of air letting out his insecurities.

“You know you’re probably having those dreams because you’re keeping yourself from thinking about it, right?” Mei says bluntly.

Red Son rolls his eyes and snaps back at her, “Yeah, I know!” His tone had a bit more annoyance than intended, but she didn’t seem bothered by it.

“You know, if you did face them, you wouldn’t have to do it alone. We’d be there for you,” MK says reassuringly.

“DBK is dangerous. I wouldn’t want you all to have to face him as well because…” Red Son again, looks nervously at MK and Mei.

"Because you CARE about us!" Mei says with a giant grin.

"Ugh!" Red Son rolls his eyes heavily, and throws his hands up. “Listen! I’m just not ready to deal with this yet! And not on a day when -” he finally looks at the clock and sees the time, “-when we have to be at work in a half an hour!”

MK also looks at the clock and makes a clicking noise with his tongue. He turns back to Red Son and looks him hard in the eyes. Red Son looks back somewhat pleadingly, though he’s unpracticed at a puppy-dog-eyes look, so it probably just looks strained and awkward.

MK finally nods. "We can respect that you need your time," MK says. "But we'll be here when and if you need us!"

Mei affirms with her own nod.

“Now let’s get ready for work!” MK exclaims, back to his usual boisterous self. He loops an arm around Red Son, who rolls his eyes, but doesn't protest the motion.

Yes, he'd wait a bit. But if he can resolve the issue with his parents, without bringing the others into it, he'd prefer that. He started it, so he'd end it.

Unfortunately, if there's anything that Red Son has learned it’s that things don't always go as planned.

- - -

Luckily, Red Son and MK make it to work on time and with little fanfare. Red Son is currently in the kitchen seasoning some noodles and broth. Pigsy is stirring up some noodles boiling in a large vat next to him. MK had just come back from a delivery and was waiting on the two of them to finish with the soup so he could bring the product to the appropriate customers. Mei and Tang are chatting with him at the counter, with Pigsy and Red Son throwing the occasional comment out to them from the kitchen area.

Red Son is in the middle of a minor tirade about the differences between various noodle types and the appropriate spices to go with them, when he is cut off mid-sentence by a low rumble and the room suddenly darkening around him.

In the next instant, columns of blue flames launch out of all the burners on the stovetop, bathing the entire kitchen and himself in a sapphire light. Somehow his friends are no longer there, but the dark void that had replaced them is then filled by the overwhelming booming voice of his father; a rage-filled yell echoes around the area. Red Son’s breath catches in his throat, and he freezes, unable to move, until a pressure appears on his shoulder and literally shakes him out of the state.

As quickly as they had appeared, the flames, the voice, and the darkness are all gone, replaced again, with the gentle warmness of the kitchen, and the worried faces of his friends. Red Son is finally able to suck in a breath, and he lurches forward, holding his chest and pulling in deep breaths. He is coached through it by Pigsy, who he now realizes is the owner of the hand on his shoulder. He focuses on the pressure there and on his voice, and it helps ground him. He looks over and notices that the Dragon Girl looks equally stressed out, hand to her chest, and looking almost in pain. MK has a hand over her shoulder and is looking nervously between both her and Red Son. After a few tense breaths, Pigsy worriedly asks, “You okay, kid? What happened?”

Red Son looks around confusedly and answers honestly, “I– I don’t know… I just - um–”

He catches Mei’s eyes, which are staring into his own with such intensity, as she clutches at MK for some stability. Red Son stares back for a moment, searching, and he practically feels her own searching gaze. Did you see the same thing? Red Son thinks hard, as if hoping she hears him, but his tongue feels glued to the roof of his mouth, so he doesn’t say it out loud. Mei doesn't respond, just keeps on looking at him intensely. His thoughts and practical staring contest with Mei are interrupted by a voice to his side.

“Maybe you should lay down?” Mr. Tang is there, too.

Red Son nods slowly in response. Still confused about what happened.

Pigsy hands him off to Tang, as he takes over the stove. MK seems hesitant to separate himself from Mei, but she nudges him encouragingly and he helps Tang with guiding Red Son into another room. Mei trails almost cautiously behind him. Or at least Red Son thinks she seems cautious, he’s still a little hazy. He is brought to a sofa and given a glass of water.

He drinks slowly, and it gives him time to think. What was that?! That had never happened before, and yet it felt familiar-

Something clicks into place.

He turns slowly to MK and Mei. MK is sitting next to him, and Mei had slung herself over the edge of the sofa, giving an air as if she was not bothered, nor ever was in the last few minutes. Maybe Red Son was wrong about the look she gave earlier. Tang hovers by the entrance to the room.

“I– I think I’d like a moment to myself,” he tells them.

“Sure thing,” MK says, giving him an extra pat on the shoulder. “Just call if you need anything.”

Red Son nods as they take their leave. Once they are out of the room, Red Son takes out his phone. No one had turned on a light in the room, and now that the door had closed it is much darker. The only light in the room is the eerie glow from the phone that illuminates his face. He’d turn on a light, but his thoughts are stuck on what had happened.

Whatever vision he had seen, felt a lot like the dreams of the Samadhi Fire he had been having. Like before, he is certain the dreams were just inner anxieties, and maybe that was just a hallucination - a sign he is falling further down the mental rabbit hole. But despite that being somewhat terrifying in itself, a part of him thinks maybe it is wishful thinking that it was just in his head, and not the even more terrifying alternative… That what he’s been seeing were true visions or premonitions, not merely dreams.

He quickly opens up his Bullbot app, takes a deep breath in, and checks in on his parents. What he sees confirms his fears. He sees his father, with blue flames wreathed around him. His eyes have a blue glow to them, and there are wisps of fire floating out of his mouth and nostrils. He can’t get sound on the bullbots without potentially clueing his parents into his spying, but he can see that his father is talking to his mother. The Demon Bull King doesn’t look crazed like he initially was when commanding The Fire. Instead, he seems to just be talking with Princess Iron Fan. He does seem angry, however; some of the fire is kicking up from beneath his hooves, and the two look to be having a heated discussion. Eventually Princess Iron Fan storms away, and Demon Bull King sits down in a huff on a large throne-like chair. He casts a look over to the bullbot that Red Son is commanding, starts breathing heavily, cool flames puffing out and being sucked back in through his teeth, before he yells angrily and the entire screen is covered in blue.

Red Son jumps in his seat and quickly exits the program.

He sits there in stunned silence for a moment, processing the information. His father still has the Samadhi Fire somehow. It is only a matter of time before they come looking for him, and potentially try to take their anger out on the Monkie Kid crew. If Red Son could somehow connect to The Fire and see visions about it, there is a possibility that they could find him through it as well, which would put a target on his friends.

Red Son sits there for a few minutes more mulling over what to do. He’s not sure how long he sits there, but it’s MK poking his head into the room, bringing a ray of light from the kitchen into the dark room, that stirs him into action. He stands up, suddenly.

“Oh, um, I was just about to come and see if you were okay…” he hears MK from behind.

Without looking at him, Red Son says, “I’m fine, but I think…” He pauses, then turns to his friend and says with an earnest expression, “I think I should go home and rest.”

MK raises his eyebrows. There’s an odd sort of glint in his eyes, but Red Son can’t tell if it’s just from the odd lighting of the dim room or something else. “At the boathouse..? Uh, sure.”

Red Son holds his phone tightly, and hopes that the Noodle Boy can’t see the tremble in his hands. He quickly skirts around him, voices some curt goodbyes, and takes his leave.

- - -

“Everything okay?” Mei asks MK, when she notices his worried expression as he watches Red Son leave the noodle shop.

“Oh, um, yeah…” MK’s voice trails off. Mei had given him a scare almost as much as Red Son earlier, but she had brushed it off and seems all right at the moment. He’d push her about it more later, but right now he had a more pressing question on his mind. “Hey, Mei,” he asks her, “Has Red Son ever called the boathouse ‘home’ before?”

She puts a finger up to her lips and hums in thought. “Hmm, no I don’t think so. Why? Did he just do that?”

“He said he was going ‘home.’”

“Awww, Red Boy really does care about us! He’s finally seeing Sandy’s boathouse as home, that’s super sweet! I’m definitely going to bring it up when he’s feeling less out of it, haha,” Mei says, all too eagerly. She hops happily onto a seat by the counter and starts talking to the others.

MK continues to look out the door where Red Son just left, with a nervous rumbling in his stomach, due to the fact that Mei didn’t quite catch onto what MK was getting at. He said he was going “home”. But the way that Red Son had left the shop was not in the direction of the boathouse…

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[sohcah--toa]

[English translyrics] - OMG - NewJeans

This translation is slightly scuffed, since the original song already had many English parts in it and honestly, I had no idea whether to change them or keep it as is (and something else, but you'll see later on) .... but really, this song is great! It's so catchy! And hopefully, my translation did it justice.

You can listen to the original song here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZAgIHmHLdc

I wrote this song, it's about you, baby

Only you

You, you, you, you, you, you, you

Swept up by the stream, before I could even scream

Saying it’s a dream, nothing’s as it seems

(It’s you) You wake me

(Its you) You’re the key

Keep it all at bay, boy, what do you say?

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

You are always only one call away

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

It’s crazy how you never show up late

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

Don’t tell me this is all a dream, I pray

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

There’s no way ‘cause you’re the one that's living in my system, baby

Oh my, oh my God! Really nothing new

I was really hoping that you will come through

Oh my, oh my God! Everything’s about you

Asking all the time about what I should do

No, I can never let you go, you're all I think of 24

I really couldn’t ask for more, I know, I know

I’m waiting for you at my door, but my heart is ready to soar

It’s what many would die for, I know, I know

I'm going crazy, right?

I’ve got no clue, this fact rings true

There ain't nothing else that I would hold on to

I hear your voice through all the noise

Don’t ever let go of my hand, oh no

My worry’s overthrown 'cause I got someone

It’s okay if I’m alone 'cause I love someone

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

You are always only one call away

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

It’s crazy how you never show up late

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

Don’t tell me this is all a dream, I pray

(They keep on asking me, "who is he?")

There’s no way ‘cause you’re the one that's living in my system, baby

Oh my, oh my God! Really nothing new

I was really hoping that you will come through

Oh my, oh my God! Everything’s about you

Asking all the time about what I should do

No, I can never let you go, you’re all I think of 24

I really couldn’t ask for more, I know, I know

Impatient waiting at my door, cause my heart is ready to soar

It’s what many would die for, I know, I know

I'm going crazy, right?

[instrumental break]

My heart is glowing, it's glowing up (glowing up)

When I’m with you, my fears are nothing (glowing up)

My feelings all flowing and flowering

My heart is glowing, it'd be glowing ('cause he!)

Oh my, oh my God! Really nothing new

I was really hoping that you will come through

Oh my, oh my God! Everything’s about you

Asking all the time about what I should do

No, I can never let you go, you’re right there for me, 24

I really couldn’t ask for more, I know, I know (you and I)

My sole purpose was to meet you

You’re taking up my whole world view

My heart is glowing, it's glowing

My heart is glowing up, so I can't sleep at night

(You know, when I was translating this, I was thinking... "this is peak horror!" and that's why some of the lyrics are so dramatic.... I mean, come on... "널 알기 전까지는 나, 의미 없었어 전부 다" means something among the lines of "nothing meant anything to me before I met you"... or I'm completely reading it wrong!! You decide!!)

#newjeans #omg #kpop #translyrics #translation #song #pop music #kpop lyrics #korean #intentional psychological horror #nwjns #Youtube

[undertheknightwing]

Going feral because i somehow only just realized that in the scene where Jon-El's family sees he has powers, it's pretty heavily that implied that he had had powers for a while but had been hiding it.

No idea how I didn't notice on my first time watching that scene, but the reserved way he stares up at the man about to fall like he was trying to decide what to do, the defeated/nervous way he looked around after he had done it, the way he was so in control of his powers!!! Driving me absolitsly crazy that I didn't pick up on any of that before.

Anyway, all of that say: we saw how badly Jordan adapted to getting powers, especially super-hearing which Jon-El was shown to have. Thinking about how difficult it must have been, getting a grip on his powers and hiding it from his parents. I dunno how he could possibly have hid the development of super-hearing from his parents. Maybe he just got lucky, and he and/or Jordan were away from home on some sort of week-long publicity stunt. when his powers developed.

I really like the idea of Other Jordan helping him through it. Ik the show didnt get into his and Jordan's relationship more than Jon-El thinking Jordan was just the "weak" powerless one, but if it were up to me, I think that world's Jon and Jordan should have a bond. Whether or not Jon-El was willing to admit it, Jordan was probably the only one around when things got bad at home. Jordan was the only other person around who knew what it was like to be victimized by their parents. In my head the other world's Jon and Jordan were really close when they were younger but ended up growing apart as they aged, especially after Jon got his powers and Clark low-key brainwashed Jon-El into thinking of Jordan as inferior. But even after all that, I think that bond would mean something to Jon-El, even if it had eventually become more of a trauma bond between two lonely kids struggling to survive abuse and neglect.

Excuse my rambles <3

OUCH THE ANGST

But this is why Jon-El is one of the best characters in the entire series, there is so much unsaid and unexplored about his character and the show just threw him away 🙄

The scene where he saved the man falling HURT you can tell by the look on his face as he's descending that he knows that's it, his previous life is gone, now he's going to be forced into spotlight and fame he didn't want just because he has powers.

Now that you mentioned the having to hide his powers thing, I can't imagine how awful and hard that would've been, look how painful it was for Jordan. But the fact he tried to hide them in the first place says A LOT about how his relationship with his parents, but mainly with his dad, was.

He knew his parents didn't see or hear him or his feelings just as Jonathan and knew it would be even worse if they knew he had powers since powers are seen as the most important thing. And he was right. (*cough* in the main world too *cough*)

Kal didn't even let him choose his own superhero name, just said his name is Jon-El and Jon had to accept it, no questions asked.

The family image is the most important thing to Kal, how his choices are destroying his son was the last thing he cared about until it was too late and saw how deep Ally sunk her hooks into him.

It wouldn’t surprise me if Kal tried to get Jon-El to believe he was better than Jor-El and Kal purposely neglected Jor-El just because he had no powers (it's a universal thing for Clark to neglect the powerless son I guess), but I like your idea of Jor-El being the one around to be with Jon-El after things got bad because he knows his brother doesn't really think those things and knows how badly he's hurting. He's probably seen Kal get upset and scream at Jon-El for not wanting to be shoved in front of a camera everyday and force Jon-El to go anyway even though he's begging to stay at home.

Jon-El looked so dead inside during the "fame" montage scenes and like he was faking his enjoyment of the spotlight constantly shining om him.

Anyway before I go full headcanon/fic mode because I will if I keep going, thank you for the rambling I love it ❤️🖤 welcome to the Jon-El fan club

#cods.talkin #jon-el

[the-cat-chat]

August 12, 2023

Bones and All (2022)

A young woman embarks on a 1000 mile odyssey through America where she meets a disenfranchised drifter. But all roads lead back to their terrifying pasts and to a final stand that will determine whether love can survive their otherness.

JayBell: Going into this, I knew it was a cannibalistic love story, so I made the conscious decision to have an absolutely open mind. Honestly, I don't know how anyone could possibly go into this movie without being at least a little mentally prepared.

So here's the thing. I actually do like the story. If you take away all the cannibal aspects, it's simply a coming-of-age love story. It's about a girl, on her own for the first time, trying to discover who she is and what she believes in without the influence of her parents' beliefs and expectations. And honestly, that's pretty relatable. As you grow, you are forced to decide things for yourself, the life you want to lead, what's right and wrong, and how much you should value the opinions of others.

But of course, the cannibalism is in the story, and I can't just ignore it. And trust me, I wanted to. I found this depiction of cannibalism more visually disgusting compared to the depiction of cannibalism in Fresh. I was more psychologically disgusted with Fresh because it presented cannibalism in a way that forced you to see the possibility of cannibalism in familiar foods that you've had before and enjoyed.

Don't get me wrong, in Bones and All, the sight of tearing flesh and the nasty sounds are gross, but the whole situation seemed a little too absurd and out of the realm of possibility that it almost made it all the way back around to comical. Like sure, maybe someone hides human flesh in a meatball and forces me to eat it. I can see that happening, and that idea is completely terrifying. But can I see myself chomping on some strange rando that I find at the grocery story? Thankfully, no.

If I remove any thoughts on cannibalism and just look at the coming-of-age story that's at its center, I can digest the narrative more easily (pun intended hehe). That said, there were a few grievances.

At one point, our main couple has this argument and they split up for a while. Not only did I not completely understand the root of this argument they had, the viewer doesn't get to hear their conversation when they reconnect. What made our main girl decide to come back? Does she apologize? Does he? Where has she been? Is he angry at all? Maybe this scene is more explained in the book, but I feel like it's an odd choice to not have it in the movie. Plus, the weirdo stalker cannibal following our main girl has a hair fetish or something, and I wish that was explained a bit more.

In the end, I enjoyed this movie more than I thought I would. So I consider that an accomplishment. But I also don't think I can ever see Timothee (Champala—)(Charlat—)(you-know-who) again in the same way.

Rating: 6.2/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: This movie. My gawd. I could probs write a whole book on this movie and the acting and the plot and how I literally haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since we watched it and did I mention OMYGAWD!!!

Soooo I tried reading the book knowing I had every intention of watching this movie. I couldn’t do it (now like 30% of me wishes I would’ve stuck it out a bit). And when I saw the movie on Amazon Prime when we were lost and destitute for a movie to watch- it was like the stars aligned. And I kneewww this would be weird and we’d suffer organ damage. But we did it. And I gotta say the least I’m kinda concerned.

Bc the more I think about the movie the more I think I kinda liked it. Barf 🤮 I knooowwww. What is wrong with me? Someone call the doctor I need a lobotomy!!! But yeah obviously half the time I was cringing and screaming internally and saying ewww and omigaaawd. But two things can obviously be true- and I have a love hate feeling towards this movie.

Like it was absolutely bizzaaaaare. Love that. It was so out of this world crazy and unlike anything I’ve ever seen that it was just transfixing. I wanted to know what the actual fluff was happening. And like why are they like this? And why’d her dad leave? Where’s her mom?? Sooo many questions. And like why are the cops after Lee? Where’s his dad? Was he an Eater too. Also Eater? Ew. Is that really the agreed upon name the team picked?

And the actors. Omigawd they were sooo good I loved Taylor Russell as Maren and obviously Timothée Chalamet as Lee. But let’s give the ickiest shout out to Mark Rylance as Sully. For the love of goooooodnesss. It balances on such a David Lynch Twin Peaks vibe which I love but in a horrifically unsettling way, and then maximizes to a total Forensic Files freak vibe of “someone pls get me outta here pllllssss.“ And by here I mean take me away from my brain and soul.

And the detailsssss. The way some characters have like bite marks??? Ummm okay?!? The sounds??? Barrrrrf. Like who said it was okay to unlock all my primal fear and ickiness. Bc it’s not I know I signed up for it but it’s not okay. And the fliesssss. And that poor old lady. - and she hasn’t died yet and it shows how cruel Sully is when he’s acting like he’s sooo kind. But like how when they eat her- gawd help me- And her pictures are all there in the room showing she had a life that connected her with others and she was probably someone’s granny and then all the creepy dolls bc that’s what old ladies do is collect dolls. Ahhhh!!!

I do have complaints obvi- I’m meee. Ummmm soo first thing we’re gonna glaze over is the mullet. And the weird KISS dancing scene. And then how people are cannibals. I know it’s a big one. And the weird hair rope Sully has. No. Just no. And I hate the ending- the ending’s a big no. Like a girl can’t just work in a bookshop and be a cannibal with her boyfriend. And Lee’s sister. 😢

Okay so I guess I kinda hated it. 😬 IDK anymore I actually feel a bit broken. But I think it is worth watching even tho it’s uncomfortable and weird bc it is bizarre and unusual and entertaining. It’s interesting too how there is meaning laid into the story so subtly bc you’re just like this is disturbing and gross why am I watching this weird stuff? Oh bc it’s actually about human connection and identity and how we all fit in together and just finding another person that understands and accepts without needing to change you? Ahhhhhhhh I can’t. Really. And that’s my essay- you can go back and forth that this is awful and oh this fit in the bigger picture like that so good, and I’ll be thinking about this movie at least once a week for the rest of my life. So yeah, question of the century, is it yay for trauma or genius!?! I haven’t a clue.

Rating: 6/10 Cats 🐈

#movie #movie review #timothée chalamet #taylor russell

[frenziedslashers]

Heyy may i request fluff with thomas? tooth rotting fluff on how he'd be around his crush. 😭

I love this idea, thank you sm 😭😭 Idk if this is exactly what you wanted, but I'm kind of sick rn so I'm hoping I read your request right 💀

How Thomas Would Act Around His Crush:

If he meets you at the meat plant, he's always staring. You're like a sunflower surrounded by thistles. Everyones so prickly and hideous compared to you. Who shines bright and pretty, at least in Thomas' eyes.

If you talk to him he'll get pretty nervous. He's more one to admire from afar and would have preferred to never interact in the first place, but when you walk over and introduce yourself he isn't exactly complaining either.

He'd stare at you for a second, before writing his name down for you. You had heard that he didn't talk much, but you always assumed that it was because everyone was mean to him. Not that he actually couldn't talk

His palms would get sweatier the longer you were around him, but he enjoys your presence. So he doesn't quite like it when you leave, either.

When you make it a daily thing to greet him, he's more than happy. Swooning and smiling under his mask everyday to and from work.

Then you offer to give him a ride home one day when it's riaining. He doesn't understand your generosity at all. Most people are terrified of him because of his big and bulky form, but not you.

"C'mon, it's the least I could do, Tommy." He'd finally agree, but he wouldn't really do anything more than awkwardly sit in the front seat until you started a conversation.

When you finally do start talking he's staring. It's not a glare, or a stare of annoyance. No, he's looking at you like you're one of the angels Luda Mae had told him about while growing up. Thinking maybe he was blessed with you.

If you do this again, Luda insists he invited you in. So he does. Pulling a notepad from his pocket, scribbling down the words. 'You wanna come in for tea?' Handing it to you with slightly trembling hands.

When you agree you can't help but notice the smile that was slightly hidden behind his mask. Making you smile, which melts his heart.

He's gonna be very protective over you, too. Whether it be from Hoyte when you start visiting him more or one of the employees at the plant. If they try anything with you he's standing in front of you with a glare that screams 'Make a move, I'll kill you.' That's always enough to get people to back down. Thomas always checking you over afterwards. Ignoring your comments like, "I can take care of m'self." He doesn't mind. He loves protecting those that he loves.

When the plant closes, he's sure he'll never see you again. Especially since you weren't at work that day. It's one of the reason he snaps and kills his boss. Not only did he love working, but he loved seeing you, and now both of those things were gone.

But when he got home he saw your car pulled out front, and you were standing by the clothes line, helping his mama hang up clothes to dry.

He'd be thrilled that you can back to visit, but uncertain if he should go over and say anything or pretend that he didn't see you and wait until you come inside.

Then you wave, and he decides to walk over after giving you a small wave of his own. Smiling softly at both you and his Ma.

"Your friend here is so sweet, Tommy. They're offering to help me out more since they don't work at the plant no more! They told me about it closin', m'sorry to hear that, son." Thomas looked over to you with a gentle gaze, nodding at his mothers words. He wasn't sure what he was gonna do, knowing you'd be at his home more often.

When Luda gives you your own room, that happens to be right next to his. He's freaking out internally. He'd figure out your sleep schedule. Going to bed when you do, waking up before you do so he could greet you before you both start chores

Then when you start bringing himm food? He's ecstatic. It gives him more time to be around you and he loves it!

He's definitely gonna figure out your favorite wildflower, too. Picking you bundles of them so you can set them in front of the window in your room.

It might take some pushing from Luda, but when he does finally realize that you care about him the way he does you. He'll slowly start making moves, even though he doesn't know how.

When the two of you go outside on your little treks through the field, he'll ask to hold your hand. Smiling when you agree.

He'll invite you to lay with him in his bed during your guys' breaks. Just so the two of you can cuddle and you can tell him about whatever.

Then soon he's writing it down for you. Even if it's a simple, 'I love you.' Since he is certain after months of being around you that this isn't a little crush anymore.

When you tell him you have feelings back he isn't sure what to do now. The two of you are probably already cuddling when he tells you, so he just pulls you closer to him - if that's even possible.

Don't be fooled though, he'll still get nervous around you, even if you are his and he is yours, now.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt headcanon #thomas hewitt x reader #slashers x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre

[planetdream]

okay but imagine teasing changbin all night in front of his friends to get him to fuck you in their dorm but he thinks it’s too risky. you’re doing the most so he has to give in after you text him that you want to have him in your throat and feel his thick dick in you. after reading that, changbin takes you to his room, pins you against the door, grabs your throat, and thrusts into you hard while telling you to keep your dirty mouth shut so no one hears you. oh and he calls you a slut for even making him do it while his friends are in the house but he secretly fucking loves it

😩😩😩

babe this ask made me SCREAM when i first saw it 😭😭😭 bc this is my favoriteeee shit to write about (and do LOL) so as a brat, i love brats 🥺🥺

so anyways bestie... u ruined me and inspired me... this was originally supposed to be a lil 300-word drabble but as you can see below the word count is well over 300 :) (also idk what to title this, if anything)

words: 1063 this post contains: smut [degradation. spit. daddy kink. dom!changbin + brat!reader. spanking. squirting] reader wears a skirt

no bc changbin is sooo cautious about fucking in the dorms (or whatever since they moved 😭😭). no matter how much he just wants to take you to his room and bend you over, he can't. of course, he's extra touchy with you around the guys, yes, but it rarely exceeds kisses and very very light petting.

and he thinks he's going to fucking die because you're pulling every single bratty trick out of the book to get him to fuck you. barely knows whether he should be mad, horny, or laugh. eventually just avoiding you for the night, even though he's always right next to you (don't speak to him because he won't answer but also let him cuddle with you ☹️). but eventually, you accept that your efforts have failed (and that you'll get fucked the next time the two of you are alone), and go elsewhere in the house.

eventually finding yourself in his room, a marvelous idea pops into your head to text him a bunch of naughty shit. that you want him in your throat and other things about how you want to feel his cum leaking out of your pussy. eventually sending him a very explicit picture followed by the text: "look how wet i am for you daddy. wouldn't it be fun to fuck me full of your cum?".

changbin looks at his phone after all the buzzing, in the midst of a conversation with jisung. let's just say jisung may or may not have seen anything (he played it off but...still) and poor binnie snaps, excuses himself from the conversation and stomps his way to his room. the door is slammed just as quickly as it opened and changbin wastes no time flipping you onto your stomach and flipping up your skirt to slap your ass. then, grabs your hips to position you better; face down, ass up.

"made it so fucking hard for me not to bend you over and fuck you in front of them, did you know that?" another smack at your ass. "i hope you had fun pulling all those stunts, baby."

"i did, daddy" you laugh and changbin pauses, sighing. he thinks he's become lightheaded. takes a deep breath and exhales, hand coming down at your ass five more times. the sting felt like instant relief, this is what you needed.

"such a filthy fucking slut for making me do this." his hand rubs over where he smacked you, before hooking into your panties, pulling them to the side.

his breath gets caught in his throat at your wet you are, wetness getting caught on your panties. he spreads you open, spitting into your slit then tracing his thumb down to your clit. you shudder at the feeling, getting a bit too caught up in bliss—not only the feeling of changbin touching you but the warmth of him. knowingly, changbin decides to bring to back to life, a harsh smack at your cunt.

"shut the fuck up," he starts. a gasp comes from your lips, and his hand strikes back down at your cunt. "don't wanna hear your fucking mouth."

he continues what he was doing before the interruption, thumb circling at your clit. he's honest to god mesmerized by your pussy, caught in a daze. he craves to taste you but wants to be inside you more than anything. his mind is cloudy, originally set on your punishment—whatever it may have been—but before he knows it, his lips are around your clit, sucking you in, hands spreading you open for him.

he's lost in your taste while you're lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling on your clit. but he's brought back when you can't contain your moans any longer. pulling himself away from you, but not checking you for breaking your only rule. no, he's in too deep for that right now.

he pulls away from you to rid himself of his pants and underwear, cock hard. he comes up behind you, a hand on your ass, the other around his shaft, slapping his cock against your cunt. you jump a bit at the feeling, biting your lip to contain your moans after the previous slip up.

sick of his own teasing, he finally slips himself into you—slowly inching himself deeper into you. and once he bottoms out he sighs in relief. you practically draw blood in an attempt to keep yourself silent but yelp when he slides out a bit and slides back in, nudging at your spot.

"since you don't know how to shut the fuck up," he grabs you by your arms, pulling you up towards his chest. one hand around your neck and the other covering your mouth. "i'm starting to think you want them to hear you,"

driving his cock into you, you pulse around his cock, painting it in your juices. begging for a release. "i don't think you deserve to cum. don't even think you deserve my cum."

and your cunt squeezes around his cock beyond your control, perhaps in a plea for him to give you his cum. a plea to let you cum. he can't do anything but laugh at your desperation. changbin would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this moment. the (almost) pseudo-secrecy of it all, as he's sure they've heard you by now—you're practically crying into his palm. the only thing on your mind is changbin.

he submits to his mind, increasing his speed as he fucks up into you. "cum."

in that instant you cum around his cock, repeating his name into the palm of his hand. body full of heat from his hold on you, tears and sweat mixing together. he continues to rock into you, fucking you through your high and into the beginning of overstimulation as he reaches his own. cunt leaking around his cock, dripping onto his bed as he fucks his cum into you. the hand that was around your throat coming down to slap at your clit repeatedly.

"a fucking mess, wanted me to fuck you that bad?" he groans, cock painfully hard. he already came, but he can't help the feeling of fucking himself inside of you. "so fucking sexy"

he slowly pulls out, gently letting you go and placing you on the bed. "let's get you cleaned up. you're still in trouble though."

#💌 — mail time #do i say the f word in this too much ??? yeah probably #✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #changbin smut #🌑 — vividdream.skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #changbin x reader #seo changbin smut

[thehandsresisthim]

Taming Tenko - Part II

Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko / Female Reader

Part I can be found here

Contains: sub shig, dom reader, low-key women-hating shig, college au, quirk less au, masturbation, shig nuts on readers scarf, cock stepping, shig humping against readers feet, humiliation, overstimulation, shig and reader are having fun playing pretend lol

Before he can help himself, he's rubbing parts of the scarf along his cock - at first it's strange, but the smell of you is so soothing that he finds himself unable to stop.

Amidst whimpers and moans, Tenko blows his load all over the piece of clothing, ruining it.

"m' sorry, mistress..." he whimpers, still deep in his fantasy.

+++

"Hi, Shimura. How's it going? I just wanted to quickly ask you about the project - we still do need to finish it. Would you be interested in meeting up with me? We could meet up at your place, just text me your address and a time."

It's the ninth time he has played your message once again - the voice recording, no matter how mundane it's subject, gets him going like nothing else. You're his pretty miss.

The scarf you gave him was now covered in his seed - it had dried in a few places, making it all crusty, but he still couldn't help using it.

It felt so good - he had never felt a woman's touch before, and this was as close as he could get.

After cleaning himself up a little, he answered your request with an adress and a fitting time, afterwards taking a look around his room and promptly starting to clean it. He did not want his mistress to think he was gross - he put clothing into the laundry basket, got rid of old plates with food on them, vacuumed the floor, replaced his bedsheets with new, clean ones and dusted of surfaces. He had to admit, his room hadn't been this clean for a while. Even when he wasn't pretending to be a dirty pervert, keeping clean was important to him when you came over.

A few hours later, the agreed upon time had come - you had answered him in a text - and he was certain he had never been more nervous.

Tenko hears the doorbell, the sound sending a wave of shock through his body. Finally, you were here.

He walks over to the door, breathing heavily, and quickly lets you walk in.

Fuck, you're so pretty, he can't help but think.

'Shit, shit, shit,' he says in his mind, 'I'm already hard.'

"Hi, Shimura. How's it going?" you say as you take of your coat, a different scarf - Tenko almost whimpers in shame as he is reminded of what he did to your other one, where did he put it again? - and your boots.

"I'm... doing good. And you-u are?" he stutters out, distracted with thinking about whether or not his bulge is visible.

"I'm all good. Cmon, Tenko, let's start working already. Where is your room?"

Tenko? When did you start calling him Tenko. Did this mean that you liked him? You're not helping his erection.

"I- it's this way," he blabbers and starts walking towards his room. You follow suit.

You enter, and he can see the way you look around yourself, taking in his space. He wonders what you think, but is too nervous to ask.

"Oh, Tenko, there's my scarf!", you exclaim, and he's sure he just died inside.

Before he can do anything, you've grabbed the thing, and are holding it in your hands, no doubt feeling how damp and crusty it is in places. He wonders if you'd believe him if he told you that he spilled something on it.

Your facial expression conveys how disgusted you feel quite well.

"What happened here, baby boy? Did you seriously dirty my scarf with your disgusting sperm?"

"I-I... Look, I-"

Quickly, you walk over to the door, close it, and lock it.

Next, your hand is buried in his hair before he can dodge it, and you push him down. He whimpers, and he himself can't tell if it's because he is shocked at your sudden harsh treatment or aroused by it - maybe it's both.

He's kneeling now, right beside your legs.

"Are you seriously hard already? Really, Tenko?"

Your foot is stepping on his cock, and he can't help but buck his hips up against you.

"I- I'm, sowry, I-"

You push down on him, and he let's out a raspy moan. It's all happening so quickly, he doesn't know what to do.

"But, you were- so, nice, to me, so why-" he stutters in confusion.

"Oh, Tenko, at first it was genuine. But then I found out just how disgusting you are."

"But how-" he chirps out in stress.

"Stop whining and take your filthy hands of my scarf, you little whore.", you instruct, and he immediately follows your command, putting it onto the bed right next to him.

"It's really not surprising that a disgusting boy like you is turned on by being humiliated. I already guessed you'd be a masochistic bitch, but when I checked the browsing history on your tablet whilst you were in the bathroom at the Café I got confirmation. A gross little nerd like you should know to delete your browser history, hmm?"

"I... I forgot, I-", he tries to explain, but you interrupt him.

"Of course you did. You can only think with your tiny cock, can't you? Take off your pants and underwear, I want to see just how small you are."

Does this mean that you like him? A big part of him jumps in excitement at the thought. You had to, right? Otherwise you wouldn't ask him to expose himself.

He starts untying the band holding up his black sweatpants, and quickly removes his underwear, all whilst still kneeling down, in hopes of not disappointing you.

You immediately stare at his private parts, and he feels his face get red with shame.

"Wow, Tenko, you're even smaller than I expected." you exclaim loudly, and he hates the way his cock twitched at that. Based on your facial expression, you saw the twitch too.

"Aww, look at you!" you say and use your foot to massage his tiny nub.

He starts humping your foot, gasping for air and moaning once again and you chuckle, then suddenly move your foot up with quite a bit of force.

Tenko reacts deliciously - letting out a strangled scream, and says something you hadn't quite expected - "M-mommy!"

You can't hold in your laughter now.

"Seriously, Tenko? I didn't think you'd be this pathetic."

You can see how the shock over his own words kick in.

"I... I didn't mean, I'm not- it's not..."

"Come on, repeat what you said. Babyboy."

You see the glistening amount of pre dripping down his cock, and the repeated twitch of it at the nickname.

You take to massaging his aching cock with your foot once more, and he starts to buck once again. "Come on, Tenko, say it."

"Mommy... Mommy, need my m...mommy. Please." he whimpers.

You smirk and shove one of your hands into his hair, slowly rubbing.

"Don't stop humping, babyboy."

Tenko sighs at the sensation of your socks against the sensitive skin.

He quickly feels an orgasm coming. Should he tell his mommy? He's not sure. You're mean enough to deny him, but he doesn't think you'd appreciate him dirtying your socks, considering your previous reaction to what he did to your scarf. He ultimately decides to tell you.

"Mommy? I'm, going to-,... cum." he says quietly, averting his eyes.

"So quickly?" you ask.

"I'm sorry - I don't want to... disappoint mommy, but, cock is too, sensitive..."

"Well, you can cum - but you better don't stop humping after." you answer his plea.

Tenko whines after comprehending the instruction, knowing that he can't handle overstimulation all that well. But following mommys commands is more important than his comfort, he decides.

After a particularly sensational hump, he quickly covers your feet in his seed. The noises he makes are nothing short of adorable - a high pitched chirp of "mommy!"

"Don't stop now, little Tenko." you remind him, and as he follows the instructions, he is reminded of why he hates overstimulation.

The confusion of having pleasure and pain mixed is simply too much for him, and before he can think, he has his arms wrapped around your waist, grounding himself through the touch.

He sounds absolutely miserable - high whines and gasping moans escape at a high rate.

"Can you cum again, my little boy? If you do, I'll allow you to take a break." you say, your voice still calm. Tenko notices how much he likes how collected you are whilst he's making a mess of himself.

Eager to fulfill your request, he quickly recovers - taking way less time to orgasm again. This time, it's not as pleasurable - the nerves still burning as a consequence of the overstimulation.

But the way you laugh at his pathetic expression is a wonderful reward.

"Onto the bed, you slut." you say, and he just nods in response, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that he just came two times in the span of roughly 7 minutes. He adores you, and the idea for such a scenario - you were always willing to listen to his ideas, and getting grouped up for a project gave it the tint of realism he loved. He felt lucky to be with you.

He quickly gets himself together - as best as he can - and hops onto his clean sheets.

"You're going to eat me out now, maybe you'll actually have something you're good for, let's find out." you demand and take of your pants.

Tenko sighs at the idea of your thighs surrounding his head as he laps up your juices.

"Yes, mommy," he manages to say, though quietly.

Here's part one!

#Shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #Tomura shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x y/n #Shigaraki Tomura x you #Sub shigaraki #Sub shigaraki Tomura #Bnha smut #Mha smut #Dom Reader

[komoreangel]

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 (𝐫𝐞𝐪)

pairings: scaramouche x fem!reader, childe x fem!reader

scenario: one of the fatui’s new recruits is too quick to act, and the consequences will be disastrous. 

request: Angst Idea: Scaramouche and Childe with a s/o who was killed by a new Fatui recruit, who thought she was an enemy? She isn't part of the Fatui, but she's just there to watch them

reply: i can already hear the hearts breaking,,, thank you anon :) 

scaramouche 

they told him there was no use trying to save you

some beginner mage had accidentally cursed you while trying to protect him

how were they supposed to know that it was one of the most ancient spells in all of the history of teyvat

originating from guizhong, goddess of dust

any victim of the curse would begin to break apart, and eventually they would fade away

the goddess was not cruel, and so made it a painless death

but is any death truly painless?

and so here you were, lying on a cot in his tent, withering to pieces before his eyes

"i don't want to go yet...i can't go yet."

you were gripping his shirt, tears staining your face

"there was so much i wanted to show you. the sakura forest. the..the waterfalls in jueyun."

you were practically spitting out any words you could think of, the fear overriding your ability to articulate your words

he could hear the fear in your voice

"i want to stay here, please, don't leave-"

you broke into a coughing fit

he couldn't stand seeing you like this

"i wanted things to stay like this forever. you and me."

this time he couldn't hold back his tears

this wasn't fair

what did he do to deserve this?

that was an easy question

but what did you do to deserve this?

and all because you chose to be with him

this was indirectly his fault

he clutched your head close to his chest

"i don't want to die."

your voice was barely a whisper in the wind

no, not yet

not yet

give it a minute

just one more minute

he wasn't ready

don't take her yet

he blinked back the burning in his eyes

and you were gone

the lover he had held in his arms so many times, with care that you'd think was impossible for someone like him was nothing but a memory

no body to bury

one of the medics came into the tent

"my lord, is everything alright?"

he stayed silent

he knew if he talked, his voice would break

waiting for them to leave felt like eternity

he closed the entrance and stared at your cot

as much as he wanted to he couldnt break down into tears

he hadn't experienced death before

most people usually felt sad

at least from what he'd heard

but the only thing he felt was an intense frustration

he should've been able to save you

you weren't supposed to go like that

he wanted to scream out, to shout, to kick something

should've, could've, would've

cant. couldnt.

without you he lost all regard for his own wellbeing

whether he lived or died no longer mattered

he was more reckless, and he who once looked at the world with interest, as if to see what it could give him, now gazed upon everyday life with a cold indifference

anyone could see that

it's safe to say he never loved anyone again

childe

his chest heaved up and down

he couldnt breathe

he couldnt see

it was like someone had taken a baseball bat to the world

as it fell apart like glass at his feet

you were in his arms

however, you weren't moving anymore

but that had to be impossible, right?

why would you stop moving?

it's the same as asking, why would the sun stop rising?

he was running

somewhere along the way you had stopped talking

but what had you been saying

something about...the sky

that couldn't be true, it was pitch black outside

you two had been on a date

he had come back to snezhnaya for the month

after being in liyue for days on end, it was easy to say that you missed him

he had planned the whole day out for you two

it was supposed to be perfect

'it was supposed to' isnt that what everyone says about death

wasnt supposed to, shouldnt have

they all describe it as an unfortunate accident

a mistake

and looking down at you thats what he wanted to believe in that moment

he wanted so desperately to believe he was dreaming

that any second now he'd wake up

but if life's taught him anything

it's that the world is all to fond of killing dreams

and when the ones who protected them aren't there anymore, what happens?

one of dottore's new assistants had mistaken you for an assassin when he handed you one of his knives to toy with

and as the tsaritsa trains her people to be quick and diligent...before he knew it, four daggers were sprouting from your chest

you fell into his arms, heavily breathing and your eyes focusing in and out

in the end, all it took was his bare hands

he supposed he should be appalled at that

you would've said something

he doesn't even know where he's going at this point

all his sense of reason has gone out the window, it left the moment you cried out in pain, the sound of a blade whizzing through a body all too familiar to him

the weight of what had happened suddenly too heavy, he sinks to his knees in the grass

he would pray, but to what god?

what god out there would give someone like him mercy?

it was like suddenly, the world had decided to take one of the few good things he had left

after you're gone, his family can tell that he doesn't care for anything that much anymore

he loves his family, of course he does

but simple things that used to make him smile dont anymore

some would even go so far as to say that the abyss had its hold on him again

he walks around, a husk of the person he used to be

lost in memories and broken promises

a/n: im just going to apologize because i am SO bad at writing angst like i have no clue what im doing lmao but i did try my best-

and i have one more request pending before i open them up again so <3 wooooo :D

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[julemmaes]

The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

Word count: 2,581

Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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[thedaredevilsgirl]

Dear Teacher - Part 2

warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)

Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)

N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖

Part 1

When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.

"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

MONDAY:

 Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.

You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.

 "Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.

 "Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson. 

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.

"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.

"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.

"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.

"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.

Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.

"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?

"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.

"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.

TUESDAY:

Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.

He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.

As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.

WEDNESDAY:

You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.

This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".

It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.

"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.

"You asked..."

"I didn't think you would actually come."

"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.

"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"

"I can't do that"

"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.

A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.

"I'm sorry about Friday."

"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.

"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.

"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.

"No?" He finally looks directly at you.

"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".

"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"

For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.

"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"

"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."

"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."

"Thomas..."

"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.

"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.

"No" the two of you answer quickly.

"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".

"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.

"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.

He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.

"Y/N please" he says.

"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?

"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.

"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.

THURSDAY:

Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.

Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.

In different places, but sharing the same pain.

FRIDAY:

Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.

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Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.

"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.

"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."

"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".

"I really don't want to talk about it"

"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.

"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.

"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."

"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.

"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"

"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah"

"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"

"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.

"I'm sure you two can make it work."

"What if she's not willing to try?"

"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.

"I think you are right, I will do it".

"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.

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It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.

"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.

Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.

"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."

"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.

"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...

"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.

"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."

"Tom" calls him again.

"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.

"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"

"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.

He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.

"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.

"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.

"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.

"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.

"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.

"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".

He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .

"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "

"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.

"Good girl."

"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.

"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.

"I.Am.Your.Girl."

"My girl."

He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.

"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.

"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".

You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.

"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .

"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.

"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.

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You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?

"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.

"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.

"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.

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