#genuinely shrieked trying to fix it

[mirkoluvs]

★ GETTING INTO AN ARGUMENT WITH MHA CHARACTERS (PT. 2)

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

genre: comfort !!

notes: find part 1 here !! i’ve been busy with stuff, sorry for not getting this out sooner!

izuku midoriya

- a day had passed since he flipped out at you

- he knew he messed up but you were letting him know he messed up.

- every time he texted you he’d always end up being left on read or delivered.

- even at school when he tried to come up to you, you’d always end up running towards somebody else and joining into a conversation with them.

- he wasn’t going to give up until he finally talked to you and figured things out though

- which is how he ended up in front of your dorm room door at 9 pm at night.

izuku let out a nervous exhale before raising his fist to knock on your door. fighting his nerves, he shook his head and hit his fist against it gently. “coming!”, you chirped, pushing yourself out from your desk to answer the door. a faint smile arose on his face at the sound of your positive voice, but quickly got washed away by nerves once he saw the door begin to open. when you opened the door and saw izuku there, you rolled your eyes, beginning to shut the door, but you were quickly stopped by izuku shoving his foot into the space between the door, slipping his hand in as well so he had a hold on the door. “y/n, please talk to me”, he muttered, trying to look you in the eyes. “hasn’t enough been said? what happened to you and your “limits”?”, you sarcastically asked, putting emphasis on the limits part. he sighed, looking down at the ground. “listen, please. i really, really didn’t mean all of that. i was just so overwhelmed and exhausted but i know that doesn’t excuse me snapping on you like that. i don’t know where i’d be without you watching over me all the time”, he spoke, his voice was passionate and somewhat shaky. “i love you so much, y/n. i wouldn’t be where i am without you, and i’m so, so sorry for taking that all out on you”, he finished. only hearing silence back from you, he got nervous. slowly looking up, he was faced with the sight of you with tears glistening in your eyes. his eyes widened as he panicked. “oh no… i’m sorry, i’m sorry! was it something i said? shit-“, “no- no, you’re fine, zuku. this is perfect, actually. thank you”, you cut him off, a small tear falling down your face as you quickly wiped it away. izuku sighed as he pushed the door out of the way and pulled you into a hug. “i love you so much and i’m so sorry”, he told you again, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “it’s okay, i love you too”, you sighed, snuggling into his hold. “i thought you were gonna break up with me for a second…”, he confessed. you let out a laugh at this, causing him to laugh a bit as well. “i’d have to go crazy to break up with you”.

katsuki bakugo

- yeah… he was losing it 💀

- he expected you to get over the whole situation overnight and things would go back to normal the next day, but it was the complete opposite.

- you ignored him constantly throughout the entire day.

- even when he’d call out your name, you’d act like you didn’t hear anything.

- his final straw was when you tried to walk home without him.

- that’s when he snapped, he was tired of the hard feelings between you two and he couldn’t deal with it anymore, he wanted to fix it.

you felt a hold on your wrist that caused you let out a slight shriek, but you quickly calmed down when seeing who’s touch it was. of course, it was katsuki. “are we gonna talk about this or are you just gonna keep ignoring me?”, he asked, and surprisingly he seemed genuine too. “you made it known what place this relationship has in your life, i really don’t see what else there is to talk about”, you answered, your voice raw and harsh. he hated this side of you, and he hated being the reason for it. “i don’t- can you just listen to me?”, he somewhat begged, his voice quickly descending from annoyance to calmness. your eyes somewhat widened at his urgency. it wasn’t often that you saw him be so vulnerable in a sense, honestly you don’t ever recall seeing him like this. “i’m listening”, you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at him, waiting to hear what he could possibly say. you had a hard time believing that he was actually about to take accountability for everything because based on previous events, he didn’t seem like the type to do so, ever. “ok… i know i fucked up. i’m not gonna stand here like a moron and act like there was a good reason for forgetting our anniversary because there wasn’t. i was just caught up with all my training that it slipped my mind, but i know that doesn’t make up for shit. and all those things i said last night, i didn’t mean it. any of it, i was being fuckin’ careless with my words. it wasn’t “just some anniversary”, it’s a big ass milestone, i know that and i wanna make it up to you. i treated you like straight shit and i regret it so, so bad. i… i’m sorry”, he spoke firmly, making sure you knew his words were genuine, and you definitely did. your eyes were blown open, shocked at the speech he just gave. you never thought you’d ever see him so apologetic or ever hear him say things like these. you could feel tears pricking your eyes, but you quickly pushed them away, letting out a soft giggle. he raised an eyebrow but quickly lost his composure when you jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly. “t-thank you katsuki. this means the world to me, seriously. i forgive you”, you sniffled, hiding your face in his neck. he let out a chuckle, hugging you back. “yeah, yeah. and i’m serious ‘bout what i said, im gonna take my sweet girl on a proper anniversary date, alright?”, he smirked, rubbing your back. “yeah, that sounds perfect”.

shoto todoroki

- the difference between shoto and the other two is that he didn’t even wait till the next day to talk to you 😭

- he wanted to make things right between you two and fast, you knew how much he hated ending things on a bad note between you two.

- he made his way to your dorm, determined to gain your forgiveness

- it was when when he got to your dorm and heard sniffling from the outside, his heart ached. he knew how bad he messed up.

leaning against the door separating you from him, he heard soft sobs and sniffles, causing his heart to ache a bit. he never wanted to be the one responsible for your tears and sadness. he was meant to be the person to take that all away from you, but yet here he was, being the reason you were crying alone in a dark room late at night. he gently knocked against the door, and once he did the noises behind the door came to an immediate stop. “y/n, it’s me… can we talk?”, he asked, his fist still on the door as he waited for an answer. a few seconds went by, nothing. he knew you were in there, so he figured you were either ignoring him or just didn’t want to face him. “i know you’re in there, but i understand if you don’t want to talk to me right now… i’ll still say what i have to say anyway”, he started, clearing his throat. on the other side of the door, you were scooting closer to the door, wanting to hear what he had to say. you weren’t going to open the door, you couldn’t face him with how much of a mess you were in. you didn’t want him to see you in such a weak state because of him. “i’m so sorry for what i said earlier. i didn’t mean any of it. my father gave me a hard time when i visited and natsuo was also pushing it with him, it was just a mess. that’s why i was so upset, but that doesn’t matter anymore. i should’ve talked to you instead of holding it all in. it’s like you said, if i keep holding in all my problems, i’ll burst, and that’s what happened. you didn’t deserve that at all, and i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it”, he confessed. he waited a couple moments, praying that you’d respond. when he heard nothing, he rested his forehead against the door, sighing. “i’m not leaving until i know you’re okay”, he muttered. little did he know on the other side of the door, you were tearing up all over again. you quickly stood up, unlocking the door and whipping it open as you jumped into his arms. he was startled but quickly wrapped his arms around you, sighing with relief. “i love you, sho… it’s all fine now, i forgive you”, you told him, your voice a bit shaky as you smiled, hiding you face in his neck. “i love you so much more”, he muttered. he took you out of his arms for a moment, taking your face into his hands. he let out a sad sigh at your bloodshot eyes and red nose, feeling so guilty. “i’m sorry, so sorry my love”, he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. “it’s alright now, just promise me you’ll talk to me from now on, ‘kay?”, “i promise”.

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

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[cherryjuiceblues]

maybe demonrry with a knife kink i feel like itd fit his vibe idkkkk

✰ demon!harry suggestive content. knife kink. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 0.7k ッ vanilla lime masterlist

“What are you makin’?” Y/N leans her cheek against the palm of her hand, elbows digging into the table as she watches Harry’s fingers curl around the knife’s handle. The light bounces from the blade to his rings, glinting as he works nimbly.

“Vegetable lasagne,” he murmurs—unsurprised by her presence. He’d heard the change in her heartbeat, the creak of the sofa, and the shuffling of her feet along the floor. “Can you get me the garlic? Thanks, love.”

She settles her bum against the edge of the table, watching from a distance, gaze still focused on the capability of his hands. “Harry…” 

“Mmm,” he hums—unquestioning.

“Why do you cook?” It’s something she’s wondered before but never asked.

Harry presses the flat edge of the knife against the garlic, squishing until it turns to mush. His forearms flex. “Got a hungry lady to feed, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, catching the grin he throws her way. “But… you could just snap your fingers. Why go through all the effort?”

He reaches for a peeled carrot and starts chopping it, and then dicing it. “I’ve had a long time to perfect many different art forms, Bambi… and cooking happens to be one that I enjoy.”

Y/N wonders what other art forms he’s perfected that involve knives and sharp objects alike. What kind of art he could make with that blade right there. “You look good,” she admits, “when you cook.”

Harry laughs at that, “Did y’just compliment me?” He turns to look at her briefly. “What do you want, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” she says—far too abruptly.

“Yes, y’are. C’mon, what is it you’re drooling over now?”

Her jaw drops, “I don’t drool.” She’s insistent, dismayed.

He smiles so knowingly. “Heartbeat gives you away every time, baby.”

He’s being sweet with the pet names; trying to lure her in—break down her walls. Confess, he may as well be whispering into her ear. The knife shimmers like an extension of his own hand. The damage he could inflict, the power he could wield. The fact of her safety despite such facts—heat starts to swarm in Y/N’s abdomen.

Harry’s brain whirs away; silently monitoring the uptick of her heart when he does certain things. Places the knife down, stirs the sauce, peels an onion, picks the knife up, puts it down again.

He smiles to himself. And then he’s in front of Y/N, table screeching slightly against the floor, the knife’s tip pointing underneath her chin. She shrieks and her heart starts to struggle inside of her chest—begs to escape from her ribs. “It couldn’t be this, could it, sweetheart?” Harry’s low voice drips like arousal between her thighs.

Y/N shakes her head. “Be careful with—that!” But it’s a null comment, a pointless suggestion. There’s not a single ounce of genuine fear; just pure adrenaline.

“My little human wants to be carved up, hm?”

“No! God, no,” Y/N exhales, neck straining as far back as it can reach with the way Harry’s thick body presses her into the edge of the table. “Not—not carved,” she swallows.

“Not carved,” Harry repeats, twisting his wrist slowly. Admiring the shape of the blade, the shine of the steel. “But nicked, maybe. Caressed?” He brings it down, tapping the point against her collarbone. She gasps. “Scared. She wants to be scared. Powerless against the bad man with the knife… is that it? Is that…what you want?”

“May—maybe,” she gulps, tongue thick in her mouth—eyes fixed on Harry’s inky ones and lashes desperately fluttering.

“Mm,” he hums, smile nothing short of sadistic. “My little freak of a girl,” blade flattening against her cheek, pushing ever so lightly into the flesh. He holds it there as his stare bores into Y/N’s own—feeling this new game out, testing the waters, bathing in them.

But then it disappears abruptly, and Harry steps back, analysing the knife with faux interest. He turns away from her, rinsing it under the tap before he resumes slicing vegetables. Y/N inhales shakily, pushing herself onto the table with weak muscles.

“Harry,” she whispers—half whine, half whimper.

He looks round with a charming smile, so easily an innocent man once again, “Be a good girl and sit tight,” he says, “I’ll decide if you deserve it.”

#writing #vanilla lime #demonrry #demon!harry #harry styles #harry styles blurbs #harry styles one shots #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #poopypandaa #concept

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Do It Together (Doctor Who Drabble)

Eleventh Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Based on the prompt: “When have I ever been wrong? … except about women. Generally.”

Doctor Who: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“When have I ever been wrong? … except about women. Generally.”

You blink, staring at the Doctor as though he’s grown a second head. You gesture around you at the wailing Dalek ship alarms and the robotic voices of the Daleks coming closer as they sweep the wing for you and the Doctor. 

“You do not want me to answer that,” you reply exasperatedly, practically shrieking. “Do you?” 

The Doctor wiggles his fingers thoughtfully as he contemplates pressing the big red button. It’s a gamble. Will it teleport you both back to the TARDIS in the boiler room, or will it transport you somewhere crawling with bloodthirsty Daleks? 

“I suppose not, do I?” He added, looking up from the button. He looks a little worried, but he smoothes it over almost immediately. He was always doing that, trying to keep you from being scared. Not that it was overly effective when there were about twenty thousand aliens coming to exterminate you from any trace of the universe, but, hey- points for effort. 

“No, you don’t.” Your voice is harsh, but you’re smiling anyway. “Alright. Give it to me straight, Doctor. What’s the prognosis?” 

The Doctor grunts, eyeing the button again. 

“Well, either- we get transported somewhere closer to the TARDIS and we fly away- safe and sound…” he trails off, and you prompt him with the alternative. “Or… well, or, we get transported into the heart of the ship with about a thousand Daleks and will be killed immediately. Both riveting options, if you ask me.” 

You join him in staring at the button. It’s funny how one little red disc can cause so much fear and turmoil. 

“There’s only one way to find out,” you say, unconvinced. You can hear the Daleks outside the blast doors, shouting and working to get them open. This was your last chance. It was now or never. “Together?” 

The Doctor places his hand on top of yours on the button, fixing you with the most genuine expression of adoration you’ve ever seen. 

“Together,” he agrees, and together, you press the button. “Geronimo!”

#doctor who #eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #11th doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #x reader #doctor who imagine #eleventh doctor imagine #doctor who drabble #matt smith #doctor who fanfic #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfiction #eleventh doctor x you #eleventh doctor x y/n

[lixiektty]

baby fever

๛word count: 1.3k, warnings/kinks: dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, language, unprotected sex, breeding, size kink, praise, creampie, daddy kink (wonwoo calls himself daddy like twice), feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

wonwoo was a man of his word. to be specific, since the night of your honeymoon— he has been pushing hard to make you a mother. he loved thinking about not only being a dad but as well as how you'd look waddling around.

not to mention your husband, especially recently, had been having a horrible case of baby fever. you'd been busy, working and trying to get your house looking the best it could be, there was no way you could bring a child into your life while in the middle of so much. you weren't necessarily broke and neither was wonwoo, you were just one to watch your money and right now you were focused on getting food and fixing the house.

it's been a while since you and wonwoo had tried, you were still iffy about it all only because again you weren't ready financially. mentally as well you didn't know if you could actually take on the pressure of having a kid, having wonwoo by your side made you think about that less.

"fu— oh fuck," you moan out loud. a smirk plays along your lover's face, he knew how to please you and that's what always got him going— you were only his to please.

"feel that?" he asked, warm palm pressing flat against your tummy.

his tip bulged through the skin, this only turned wonwoo on more. he was so big and you were so small, he loved how he could do so much and toss you around like a doll.

you open your eyes the best you could, looking at the man with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. you softly nod, followed by a hum.

"you feel amazing around me, sweetheart," wonwoo praises, head falling onto you chest— leaving pecks here and there.

the love you had for him was unbearable, fucking or making love he always knew how to make it the best.

"i wanna give you a baby, my love," he said so confidently, "so fucking bad, please please, y/n~"

the more he pled, the more you wanted to give in. you had agreed before, right now is just not the right time. wonwoo insisted on taking care of anything else but you couldn't bare watching your husband work so hard while also having to take care of you.

"i promise, i'll take care of you. we'll do so good, don't you think?"

don't you think? i dunno. you really didn't, how could you when you never truly experienced taking care of a child?

"you're so beautiful, think about how cute they'll be. they'll have your eyes," he said, voice softening when he began talking about your features, "your pretty lips," his thumb brushing across your lips and pushing past the other to rest it in your mouth. closing your mouth around it, you suck slowly as he watched.

"is that your answer?"

you nod. it was like once you did, something changed in wonwoo— face lighting up, eyes opened wide and not looking fucked out like he did just moments ago.

"gonna be the death of me, y/n," he said before yanking his hand away and kissing you roughly.

the deep, soft thursts turned rough throughout time. he became needy and it was cute, his kisses became messy as well. you tried your best to keep up, tongues exploring one another's, but it was hard for you. you could barely hold up your legs anymore.

"i love you so much," wonwoo breathes out, sweaty forehead against your own, "you have no idea."

his next harsh thurst forced a high pitch shriek from you, eyes snapping shut with moans continuously coming from you as he went on. with each time his hips met yours, he hit that small sweet spot inside you.

"you— you're fucking crazy," you struggle to say. he was, he really was— for you that is. genuinely, you could never remember being fucked this good. no one was wonwoo.

"yeah?" he held your jaw tight, forcing you to look up at him, "fuck you so good you go dumb, can't learn any good damn respect."

all you heard was ringing and the tiniest bit of wonwoo's remarks, you were really fucked dumb. it was insane how he could do that, using your body as you go limp and can no longer hold onto the broad shoulders of your husband.

when you did finally speak, you let out a small "c- close," that could barely be heard. wonwoo knew though, he felt you getting tense knew how when you clenched, you were extremely close to your high.

"cum all over me, show daddy how much you love his cock," his groans had became low and his thrusts got sloppy, he was doing everything he could to get to his climax. the thought of you being pregnant was just enough to push him closer, but he needed to hear it from you.

your back arches off the mattress as he fucked you into your orgasm. each time you get to that point your words just spill out, half the time you forget what you say, but wonwoo loved it. he loved hearing you say the dirtiest things without any filter, without being embarrassed because that's what he wanted. to hear how he makes you feel gives him this boost that he could definitely use right now.

"sh— shit, woo you're so good to me," you moan out, hips stuttering, just adding more friction, "put a baby in me, we'll be amazing fucking parents. do it."

you said it like he wouldn't. that was exactly what he wanted to do, "oh, like i won't? i'll fuck several kids into you, baby."

his eyelids became heavy and he got deeper, overstimulating you in every way possible— mouth attached to your nipple, sucking hard, "gonna take every drop for me? like a good girl, yeah?" wonwoo asked and you nod, that not being enough, "say it."

"i'll take it like a good girl," you demanded, answering him like you should, "like your good girl." you finish. your breast fell from his mouth after he looks up at you in awe.

"that's it," he nods and moves back up to press his lips softly against yours.

this kiss went on for a while, the loving action not matching the impossibly rough and fast fuck wonwoo was giving you right now.

"ah—" he chokes out. you're cumming around him once again since you had been so overstimulated, this just sent shockwaves throughout wonwoo's body.

his warm seed filled you to the brim, him fucking it deep into you. both your sinful sounds were synced and eyes rolling to the back of your head, "gonna make me a daddy?"

"y– yes, yes," you responded.

wonwoo's mouth was so filthy and he kept going until he was draining out everything he could into you. you had been so curious about what wonwoo had been talking about earlier, about how he could see himself through your tummy. once you finally lifted your head and looked down, the sight was definitely something— he was so big and the fact that you could see him fucking you did something. his harsh movements caused you to leak out part of the load he had just put in you.

"don't waste it," he says, looking down and collect some of the substance onto his fingers.

they were brought up to your mouth, wonwoo making you suck his fingers clean. you didn't know how he was still going, fucking you hard while he was softening up inside you. the action of you sucking on his fingers alone would probably cause him to get hard again.

eventually, he had got tired— body falling onto yours, skin touching skin and still being inside you. the two of you laid there for a long while, catching your breath and lightly rubbing your hands along the other's skin. wonwoo eventually lifts himself up just enough to pull out and then lay right next to you, hand resting on your stomach, "this better work."

#seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt smut #svt imagines #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo imagines #kpop smut #wonwoo smut #smut #kpop imagines #imagines

[seastarconstellation]

Does anyone want to scream about Lily Evans and her relationship with Snape with me? I'm writing a longfic and I'm struggling a little with my characterisation.

Okay, actually. I'll start:

Lily fascinates me because we know so little, and what we do know often contradicts in very interesting ways. Who Harry’s parents were is presented as a mystery that Hary solves throughout the books. Lily appears to be even more obscured than James; he has a group of friends to tell Harry all about who he was. People seem much more hesitant to talk about Lily (the marauders mostly bring her up to talk about her green eyes. That part where Lupin talks about being close with her is movie-only), and her closest friend and family actively withhold information. There are never any Griffendor women who talk to Harry about being close to his mom. It leads me to assume that Lily, a known muggle-born from a poor town in the middle of nowhere and a known associate of Severus Snape, wasn’t quite as popular as Slughorn suggested in Hbp

I’m also going to go out on a limb and say she wasn’t quite as put together as you’d assume; she had a baby at 19 or 20, in the middle of a war. I’m really trying to put what I’ve seen happen first-hand with super young parents aside. But even when I accept that Lily was able to be a good mum at such a young age, I can’t pretend that this was a mature decision. A war was happening, and Lily and James were both prominent soldiers in it. Surely she realised how much danger they both were in.

The big bombshell is, of course, her friendship with Snape. We know they became friends at eight years old, considered each other ‘best friends' at one point, that their relationship started crumbling in the fifth year and that she officially cut him off after he called her mud blood at the lake. Other posts have already masterfully illustrated how they were torn apart because they were fundamentally unable to see things from each other's point of view. Severus talks about being bullied, then dismisses the bullying other Slytherins were doing (when Lily tells him about Mulciber using dark magic on a student he waves her off. “That was just a laugh.”). Lily, on her end, seems very eager to believe Griffendor's gossip over her supposed best friend when it comes to the shrieking shack incident. They’re both hypocrites. Completely ignoring each other's issues while blaming the other for not acknowledging their own. So one thing leads to another, Snape yells a slur and Lily decided that enough is enough. Which makes sense, it’s not her responsibility to fix him if he’s starting to get radicalised. There’s a certain tragedy in baby Sneeple being thrown in the dungeon with a bunch of wannabe-death eaters at eleven, but again, that was not for her to fix.

But I’m still completely baffled by the fact that she laughed. Whywhywhy did Joanne(derogatory) write that. That’s your best friend being publically humiliated and borderline sexually assaulted, what in the hell are you smiling for. I’ve tried to argue that she’s not laughing at Snape, she’s getting flustered by James’ antics. But no, that doesn’t make sense either. At that point, she’s still very turned off by him, and she calls him a toerag only a few lines later. His show-off is precisely what she dislikes about him. This would not be charming to her even if she already had a crush.

One explanation I’ve seen is that the friendship was one-sided from Snape’s end. She pitied him when they were kids, got sick of him at Hogwarts and then dragged this dead horse of a friendship around for five years before finding a way out. Meaning that she laughed because she genuinely thought Snape being bullied was funny. And to be honest, I hate this interpretation. It’s just sad, but not in an interesting way. There’s no tragedy there. It reminds me of those fanfics on Wattpad where the love interest was only fake-dating Y/N as a joke.

It’s wildly unrealistic, renders Snape’s sacrifice kind of meaningless, makes him seem like a total idiot and her like an evil harpy. I’m rejecting it on principle.

So… then what? Lily just has a lack of empathy? Demonic possession? Honestly, it seems as likely that Joanne(derogatory) had not quite figured out what their relationship was supposed to be. Because it makes perfect sense if they don’t really know each other, doesn’t it? The smile emphasises that Snape is socially ostracised. The fact that she composes herself emphasises that Lily is a moral figure and does not approve of James’ conduct.

If you have another interpretation that makes sense, please tell me! I’d love to know how others are reading this scene because I feel it’s essential to her characterisation but I’m just not quite able to get there yet.

#lily evans #severus snape #harry potter meta

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

There's just no gettin' through Without you

part 10 of Look What We Became

summary: the prince and the princess try to come on decent terms before taking big decisions, but not everything goes as planned

warning: description of an asthma attack (to my knowledge) mention of lying and cheating, brief mention of sex, violence (a little) agnst? fluff?

word count: 3000

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10

When you open your eyes again, you see that the room is lit up by a lantern, As you try to shift around, you feel two very strong arms wrapped around your torso, and that is when you focus on the light breathing you could feel on the nape of your neck. You turn around in his hold, which causes him to wake up. “Hello,” you say, “Hello,” he says in a groggy voice with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. It made you giggle. “Are you laughing at me, princess?” he says, pouting. You nod your head, still laughing, and kiss his pout. “You know there are consequences to laughing at your husband.”  he says, and then he starts tickling you, and you squirm and shriek and laugh, trying to push his hands away, “Prince Harry! Stop!” you say, “why, do you not feel like laughing anymore?” He says, with a big smile on his face. he stopped his assault, and you both caught your breath, he was on top of you, again, legs on either side of your body, hands on your waist.

You both were looking into each other's eyes, as if you were lost in his green eyes, “mind telling me what happened during breakfast, princess.” he asks, softly, and you turn red, absolutely red, god how were you supposed to tell him, the thoughts you had were embarrassing, lewd, filthy! 

You look away from him, trying to hide your face in your pillow, he chuckles and leans down to kiss your collar bone, “fair enough.” he says and gets off the bed and starts wearing his dress shirt,  “are you upset?” you ask, getting bit scared, everything was going so good, and you just did not want ot ruin it. “What!? Why would i be upset?” he asked, while fixing his collar, you just cast your eyes down, buttoning his shirt he walks closer to the bed, “princess, i am honoured, and i am grateful, to you, for you have given me something so beautiful, you have made me feel incredible, and i hope i made you feel it too,” and you nod st him, “you have made me feel capable, you have satiated me, you have given me your trust, so no, i am not upset, in fact i am elated! I am so happy, you have no idea.” he then places a light kiss to your head, and stands up straight, “ and now, i must go down, it is time for me to be an avid reader, to show my wife, she is really hard to impress.” he says, “oh then you must hurry, wouldn't want to upset your beautiful wife would you now?” you giggle, laughing you quickly pecks your lips, before going out, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You were finally content with your married life, everything was going great, you both were talking to each other, it was all lovely, and he was touching you, in that way, and it all felt perfect. 

Harry was happy, more than happy. How could he not be, after so many days he was finally feeling good, feeling like a good person. Harry was not a hateful person, and he genuinely hated everything he had said to you before his marriage, he hated himself for it, and he didn't know what else to do. He wasn't being heard, so he made you listen, and he didn't know why he made you listen, but he did. But now he was sure he was going to make you feel heard, he was going to listen to you, like he did today, or at least he thought he listened to you today. Those moans, those whines, those gasps, oh the thought of it just did something to him. Never has he felt this with anyone else, never felt proud. With everyone else it used to feed his ego yes, but it never made him feel like he accomplished something, with you, he felt on top of the world, as if he had won at life. 

Walking down to the library, Harry was sure he would find a good romance novel, and share it with you, you were quite intelligent, and he knew you would appreciate a good book, even if it were about silly feelings and dramatic dialogues.

God you were such a boon in his life, he felt so alive finally. He finally felt so-

And his chain of thought was destroyed due to someone pulling him to the written play shelves. The audacity of this person, he thought, and then he noticed the hands, dainty, pale hands, on his arms, then he saw the back of the head, the open wavey hair flowing down, and then he took in the maid clothes, and oh he was furious now! How dare she! He jerked his arm away from hers, and she turned around, “did i not tell you stay away from me!” he almost shouts, “you are going against direct orders! I have no interest in speaking to you!”

“And who says I want to speak?” she says with a smirk on her face, but Harry was not amused by the audacity she had!

“Don't you think you have had your fun, kissing her in front of me, in the gardens, running after her, hm? Haven't you punished me enough? And i need you now, i really do, look at me, i haven't been able to sleep-” but harry interrupts her “does it really look as if i care? I told you stay away, didn't i? Don't want to see you around us, be grateful you are still working for the crown, after clear violations of orders that were clearly given to you.” he says and starts to walk away, when she grans his arm once again, “do you not like it, when i went against orders?” she says batting her eyes at him, which remind him of the times they used to sneak around, distracting her from her chores, he was so childish then, “like it? It is your job to follow orders! Now leave me alone, before i call the guards!” he says, she just pouts and pulls him closer, which he avoids, and pushes her away. “Why are you behaving this way, don't you love me? Hm?” 

“No! I don't! I despise you! You made me believe you loved me! And then you went and traded my love to punish me! You made me believe you were my everything! But in reality, you are nothing but a harlot!” he screams, as tears run down his face, and she takes his face in her hands, wiping the tears away, “I told you I am sorry, I tried talking to you, I love you, and I want to be with you, but you wouldn't listen!” she says, with a sympathetic look on her face, “everything was so good before her, it was just us.” she says, and harry continues to cry, “leave me be! Please! I don't want to ever see you! I loved you! I LOVED YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS!? I WAS READY TO THROW MY MARRIAGE AWAY, AND JUST BECAUSE I DID NOT TOUCH YOU DID NOT GIVE YU THE RIGHT TO JUST GO FOR SOMEONE ELSE! YOU COMPARED ME TO HIM!?” he said sobbing even more, “you compared me to him, you are a horrible horrible woman! And you know what? You know? I am happier now than I ever was with you! All the lies you told, about being there for me forever! The second you got the chance you took it! You just wanted the crown! You- I-” Harry was getting breathless now, he always had some trouble with breathing, and this wasn't helping.

She held his face in place, looking more concerned now, but he did not want to see her face, her touch was not comforting anymore, instead it felt like he was being clawed by a bear, her voice wasn't soothing anymore, it sounded like a thousand crow just crowing at him, her scent felt smelt rotten now, he did not want to remember it, the things he claimed to love, were just an illusion that he was free of now. 

“Prince harry?”

 there, he heard, the most beautiful, angelic, nightangel voice ever, hiswife, his beautiful wife, but he just couldn't see her, god why couldn't he see her, oh he knows why, because this witch had her hands on him! And oh! Oh.. oh fuck!

“What are you doing?” he could hear the heartbreak in her voice, he could feel it in his whole body, as the sound of her voice traveled to his ears, he could feel the pain in his brain, and he wanted to scream, wanted to tell her it is not what she is thinking, but his lungs were not ready to corporate, his body was losing its strength, coughing, he put a hand to his chest, as he heard you call for the guards. He felt so pathetic, maybe he was pathetic, that is why Deborah went to William, that is why he could just never do it right with you, that is why he was a bad son to both his parents. Prince Harry was so pathetic.

You were waiting, rather anxiously to hear back from the medic, your husband was inside, and you had no idea what they were doing to him. You had decided to join him, in the library, but when you had reached, you could hear people talk, and what you saw, you just couldn't forget, he was with her, she was holding his face, she was there when your husband was mere seconds away from death, and you weren't, he went to her. 

What your purpose? If he just had to go to her? Everytime something went wrong?

You looked defeated, your eyes were red, you were a mess. 

“Princess.” you hear someone say, and you wanted it to be your husband so bad, you wanted it to be him god, you just wanted to talk to him, but it wasn't, fortunately for you, he was the second person you so desperately wanted to see, the medic.

“The prince is insatiable condition, now, if you would like to meet him.” he says, before bowing and leaving. 

Slowly walking in ,you see your husband, lying on your shared bed, looking out of the window, you clear your throat, and he looks towards you, and smiles but you don't. 

“How are you?” you ask

“I am much better now, come sit.” he says, patting the spot next to him,

“No, i am great here.” is all you say, and he frowns, “what is the matter?”

You take in a sharp breath, willing yourself to not cry, “i will never be enough for you.” you say, it wasn't a question, it was a statement. 

“I never said that-” 

“You didn't have to,” you say, “i hope you recover soon.” 

“I am recovered-” he says “wonderful then.” you say

“Princess?”

“You said that we should get to know each other,and were, and we were happy, weren't we? Where did i go wrong? What was the need to go to her, when in the morning you told me what a monster she is!? Were you lying to me? I don't understand!” and the waterworks started, god you felt so stupid, “i don't know what to do! You say something but you do something else! What am i to do!?” 

You wipe your tears, “princess listen to me-”

“Why should I? So you could tell me more lies? I am more than happy to avoid that!” calming down a bit you say “I shall find myself another chamber for the night, rest well, prince harry.” and you leave. On your way out the door, you collide with her and she just smiles at you, you look back to see Harry’s face, which had the classic frown, always the victim, always misunderstood. classic.

The first thing harry did after you left, was grab her by the hair, and slam her against the door, “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?” she had no idea how furious he was, harry would never raise his hand on a woman, never, but this, this thing that he had his hands on, she was pure evil, “i only ever told her the truth!” she said, squinting from the pain, “DONT YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!” he then threw her across the sofa, “i told her the truth i swear!” she was crying now, and if harry was still in that bubble, he would run to her, make her stop, but oh he saw red, “YOU RUINED ME AND NOW YOU COME AFTER MY MARRIAGE! YOU PATHETIC WHORE!” 

“HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME!” she screams, 

“I AM NOT ONE OT LIE!” he says, before opening the doors, grabbing her hair and dragging her out. 

“GUARDS! GET HER OUT OF HERE, OUT OF THE CASTLE, OUT OF THIS KINGDOM! I BANISH YOU! YOU HEAR ME! GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

She stared at him in disbelief, as the guards grab her arms, and escort her out.

Harry runs his hand through his curls, and runs the halls, searching for his wife. 

You on the other hand, were sitting on the garden bench, thinking about what she had said.

“You know, he always has loved me. You just came in the way. Every time he is with you, he feels suffocated, that is why he comes to me every night. After you heard our conversation, he wanted it to be a secret, but now that you know, I just wanted you to know what happened and why he hid it from you. But you are a girl and so am I, and I would also want to know if something like this was happening to me. I understand that you love him, but so do I, and he had chosen me. Chosen to love me. Please I hope that you understand. I really do. I know we aren't in an equal position, but I need to be honest with you. Because he wouldn't be.”

And you had remained completely stoic, what else were you to say, 

“Princess! What- are- you uh- ha- doing - out?” you heard his voice, he was panting, he shouldn't be running after what had happened.

“I- have been -huh- looking everywhere- for you.” 

“I would like it if you don't. I would like some time away from you. I don't want you to even try and talk to me, can you give me this?”

Turning your head to face him, you see the most heartbreaking site, you husband, in his beautiful cream coloured dress shirt, and dishevelled hair, sweating due to all that running, with tears brimming his eyes, trying his best to, not let the tears slip, his face contorting in pain and fear. 

He stood there staring at you, before slowly walking backwards, his shoulders were now deflated in defeat. Before he went in.

That was the last he heard from you. 

It had been a month, since harry had last heard from you, he had seen you around the castle, on numerous occasions, but that had also stopped about a few weeks ago, and in that month, harry had completely stopped taking care of himself, his hair had gown out a bit, he hasn't left his room, in the past two weeks, he did not dare to open the curtains, he had absolutely no idea of day or night, he would only eat half of his food and mst of the times, he would just sleep. And even then he would dream of, being by his side. How could you have impacted his life so much, he barely even knew you, but all he could think of was how you would laugh when he would say something mildly hilarious, how your lips would pout on their own when you were concentrating, how your eyebrows would furrow when you didn't understand a conversation, how you would cry when a character would die in a book. He missed you dearly. He had seen you, he was watchful. He loved watching you, and now he couldn't. He felt like he wanted to die.

until today, when a servant came to your chambers, “your highness, i believe you have received a letter.”

“Does it look like i care Bitward?” he says, sitting against his bed, he looked at the poor man, who looked awkward, not knowing what to do exactly, taking pity at the man, he says, “tell me who the sender is.” 

“I believe it is the princess, sir.” 

And that made him sit up straight faster than he could even think.

“Do you believe or are you certain?” 

“I am certain sir”

“Give it to me.”

He says, and he grabbed the letter out of the ,man’s hand like he was starved and was snatching food.

Dear prince harry,

I hope you are doing well.

I am writing this letter to you, to let you know I am at my parent’s castle, assuming your mother has not told you yet. A rather bad decision made by me, I was hoping you could come here and speak to my father, just to reassure him that everything is completely fine. He is desperately asking me the reason for my visit and I do not know what to say. You would be doing a huge favor to me, and I hope you would. I was also hoping you could take me back since I don't have a good reason to come back either. 

Regards,

Princess Y/n

She must be really upset to go back to her father, and harry wouldn't let her stay there another second. 

“Britward, tell them to prepare my carriage. Andsend someone to tend to me.” he says, frantically getting up.

He was going to get you back home.

A/N: okay okay, so, I know I gave a snippet, but the thing is, you will probably get that in the next part because I wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger of sorts. love you guys

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[romanoffsbish]

Bloody Hell of a Mess

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request

“Oh my god you're bleeding. How the hell did you do that?”

“I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

Warnings: Gash/Blood

"Oh my god you're bleeding!," Natasha shrieks as she enters the kitchen to find you hovering your injured hand over the sink., "How the hell did you do that?," she continues while making her way over to assess the damages, and she's nearly fainting as she takes note of the deep gash, her eyes quickly bore into yours next, effectively making you nervously shriek out a response., "I was trying to cut the tomatoes!"

Natasha's brows furrow while her hands take a fresh dish towel to apply the necessary pressure to your bleeding wound. The pain is rather blinding, causing you to slightly sway in your spot, and that's when Natasha uses her other hand to stabilize your body., "Y/N.," she calmly mutters your name, you look up to her nervously as you're unsure what Natasha you are about to get here., "Why were you cutting the tomatoes and not Wanda or Bucky? You know, the ones who actually cook dinner here."

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"I-I was trying to help Wanda, she seemed stressed, and so I offered to be her sous chef.," you mumbled your answer so quietly that the redhead hardly heard you., "Come again?," you looked up to her with your lip trapped between your teeth, and her surface level anger melted at the adorable sight of your nervous state., "Detka, you know there's a reason you're not one of the chef's here.," she softly cooed before swiftly pecking at your lips to get you to release your lower lip., "That reason being your stunning ability to burn water, and apparently now to chop your hand up along with the tomatoes.," she chuckled when you tried to lean away from her, the embarrassment clear as day on your face., "Natty, it was one time."

"One time is too many.," she reasons while pulling your body closer to hers, and you can see the genuine concern she carried for you beneath her usually guarded eyes, "Let's get you to Bruce now, then if you're good we can cuddle in bed until you're feeling better.," you sighed, knowing that fighting her would get you nowhere so you nodded your acceptance.

Wanda then entered the kitchen at the worst time, approaching the cut tomatoes and shrieking at the sight of your blood all over. Natasha was quick to stop you from talking, the need to keep you focused on your hand was imminent., "Hey Wands, use the black card to just order takeout tonight, Y/N here was given privileges she never should've been.," the witch grimaced once she took in the sight of you, the way you looked of a wounded puppy made her heart skip, and she also found Natasha's calm to be nothing to take for granted., "Sounds good to me, I'll just clean this up and order some Chinese food since it's your guys favorite.," Natasha smirked at the relative easiness of the situation, knowing good and well that even if Wanda would win in a fight, she was still fearful of the former assassin.

Wanda sent you an apologetic smile when you walked by her sniffling, the bloodied towel a reminder to never you near the knives again. Natasha was also quick to whisper said reminder to her, the softness in her voice was a faux offer of comfort, because the truth in her words was that the witch got off lucky this time. Natasha escorted you to Bruce, who with one silent nod from the redhead knew to get to work on fixing you up. She held your good hand, allowing you to squeeze hers whenever a stitch was too much to bare, and she kept her comments to herself about how soft you were.

After all was said and done you were her precious little baby, a fierce avenger by day, but by nightfall you were a soft little cuddle bug. Every time you’d inevitably come home injured she’d revel in the cuddling to come after she knew you were going to be okay. So just as soon as Bruce gave you the all clear she was carrying you out of the medbay bridal style. Passing the kitchen she expertly grabbed the bag being extended her way, and carried you along with the takeout up to your shared room.

Natasha settled you on the bed, stopping briefly to kiss your cheeks since you whined at the loss of her warmth. The adorable pout you wore always warmed her heart, knowing that she brought you as much comfort as she did never failed to make her feel contentment. Loving you had been by far her favorite thing that life ever threw her way, so as she held you close, scooping your go to chow mein into your mouth, she thanked the world for another day that she got to spend cherishing your life.

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[phantomraeken]

"I know you're in pain" ─ Teen Wolf ─ Derek Hale

A/N : Hi! My writing isnt the best! This will be a series of stories of our m!reader being in pain and how our Teen Wolf babies would react!

Character: Derek Hale

Warnings: Blood and gore

Y/N had many encounters with hunters. He was rarely scraped in the process of these encounters. Nothing some bandages and a lot of rest (that derek insisted on) wouldn't fix. Today was no different. He hadn't even been seaking out these people. He'd been sat at the bar of a coffee shop talking to the barista. They'd went to high school together a while back. He was a sweetheart, or so Y/N thought. Until an hand met his left shoulder. It was fine until the hand gripped. Hard. Y/N gently swiveled his head to meet the womans gaze. Before he could get a word out she shoved him out of the wooden bar stool on to the hard tile floor. He hadn't gotten a grip of the whole situation until he heard the bar stool hit the floor beside him.

"What the hell?" Y/N spat at the woman trying to push himself up. Her foot met his chest shoving him back down. Knocking the wind out of the boy. He let out a harsh breath. Y/N finally caught his breath and spoke again, his eyes shooting daggers at the dark haired woman. "Need something?"

"Awww, the wolfy is all mad." Her voice taunted his ears. His heart jumped as those words slipped through her painted red lips. Y/N went to grab her boot but the moment his hand met her shiny boot she pulled out a blade.

"Fuck off!" Y/N growled, his eyes sparked gold before returning to their natural (e/c) state.

"Cute." She smiled, a shit eating smile. A smile that made Y/N's anger rise. The woman slowly leaned down, her knees met the floor on either side of the boys torso. Her blade was waved in his face. Silver.

Y/N tried to move from her grip but suddenly pain throbbed through his upper right arm, she'd dug the blade through his arm making it stuck. He reached his other arm over his chest to pull it out. She clicked her tonuge. Suddenly, in one swift moment she grabbed Y/N's wrist and shoved it above his head. She pulled another blade out slashing it across his chest.

Y/N let out a shriek of pain. What more could he do? This hunter was insane. Before he could speak again her voice filled the silent café. "Your kind killed my family. Your father killed my family, Y/N L/N." Anger filled her voice. "And now I've come to repay you the favor, dear boy. Don't think any of your friend are safe either."

Y/N finally howled, it ended in a scream of pain. The lady laughed at his horrible noise. He watched as one of the workers covered his ears. Y/N was done. He ripped his hand out of the womans grasp. With the violent jerk his whole body moved, throwing her off of him. Though, it did result in the blade that was stuck in his arm cutting him further. Finally Y/N pulled the blade from his arm and threw it to the side.

The door quite litterly flew open and off its hinges. He couldn't even watch where it went. When it met a wall he winced at the horid noise. "Little late, don't you think?" Y/N gave a small, pained smile as he looked back to see Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and his lover boy, Derek Hale himself.

"Sorry honey. Figured you could hold your own." Derek spoke in his usual comanding tone, it was laced with sas and genuine care. Y/N pushed himself up before a new pain met his leg. He looked down at the woman. "Okay, now she's-"

"Really?" Y/N interrupted Derek. "Hun," He knelt down his gaze meeting hers. "I'll meet you in hell! Say hi to Peter for me, will you?" His free foot jerked to meet her face, sliding her back a few feet. "Nice blade too." He pulled the knife out of his leg. Y/N gave the blade a good look before throwing it. The blade met her head.

"Fuc-" Y/N's body finally gave out. Boyd quickly caught him and knelt down so Y/N wouldn't fall on the floor.

The world slowly went black, muffled voices filled Y/N's ears. Some of it was panicked, some was just pure anger.

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Y/N gained consciousness after a few painfully long hours for Derek. He was sat beside the unconscious body of his boyfriend. Derek had insisted that Y/N stayed at his place instead of a hospital.

His fingers were intertwined with the (s/c) boy. Derek didn't want to seem weak in front of the people who needed him. He finally broke down and started sobbing.

Y/N couldn't move, just listen to the chokes that slipped out of Derek's mouth. As he regained some strength he gave a small squeeze to Derek's hand. This was rewarded with a small kiss to his knuckles.

"You're alive." Derek spoke quietly.

Y/N managed to sit up. A spike of pain hit his chest. He let out a gasp and gritted his teeth. Derek's hand met his cheek.

"It hurts." Y/N gasped out. Normally he had a high pain tolerance but his chest was his weak spot. Derek gave a gentle shush like noise.

"I know honey. It's going to be okay. I'm here, Y/N. I'll take care of you. Okay?" Derek spoke sternly. Y/N knew Derek ment well. It was just his way of talking. "You need rest. Lay down. Now."

"Der, I can take care of myself. Ple-" Y/N was quickly cut off.

"No. I love your independence, really. But you need to trust me and rest. You're healing at the speed of a human this time." Derek spoke sternly. His eyes glowed red and a growl escaped his lips. "You need to lay down."

"Okay, okay. I'll rest." Y/N slid back into a laying position before giving a small pat to the bed beside him. "You should rest too. You're stressing to much about me. Please."

Derek couldn't resist your cute face, he loved the small smiles you gave him. Everything about you was perfect to him. He gave in and slipped under the blankets with you. He very, very gently wrapped his arms around you. Like you were fragile.

"Derek." Y/N started. Derek pushed his face into the smaller boys neck, his breath ghosting over it. In response to his name he gently hummed. "I'm not fragile, you know?" Derek moved his face so the two boys locked eyes.

"I'm scared I'll-" Y/N cut him off with a kiss.

Derek melted into the kiss a small smile played at the sides of his mouth.

Once Derek shifted to make both boys more comfortable Y/N was asleep in seconds. Derek loved when his boyfriend fell asleep in his arms. He knew he wouldn't sleep. Derek had to watch and make sure Y/N's chest was still rising and falling.

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It had been a few days sense the incident. Y/N had finally started showing signs of healing. Today was his first day out of bed, against Derek's word. It took him a few tries to get out of bed but he found his footing. Y/N slipped on Derek's slippers, they were a bit big on him but comfortable. He didn't know where his boyfriend was but he'd find him.

Midway down the hall the silence was interupted by Derek's deep voice, "Y/N, why are you out of bed? I'm glad you're feeling better but you need to rest."

Y/N spun on his heels, losing his footing and falling on to his knees. Derek ran over letting out a sigh.

"I wanted to come see you. I was lonely." Y/N pouted. Derek scooped him up bridal style. Y/N let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back so his head was hanging back.

"You need to heal. You can sit with me but you need to lay down." Derek's gaze sofened.

"Fine." Y/N grumbled, a small growl played in his throat.

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A/N: SOFT DEREK HALE BABYYYYY. I hope you liked it and let me know who you'd like next!!

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[erythromanc3r]

Crash!

Oh, hi! @pearlypairings came up with an awesome little prompt (party crashing) and naturally I took that and ran with it — right for The Grammys! This ficlet takes place in the It Ain’t Fiction-verse, circa ‘93!

💥 🪩 👠

He’d heard it a million times before – ‘they don’t feed you at those things!’ – and figured it was one of those bad anti-jokes decrying the absolute excess of the industry, the kind of bourgeois bullshit all the friends he’d made playing the smaller clubs used to scoff at when a bigger act would come around, shrieking over unmet demands in their riders.

Like, of course they wine and dine you. It’s The Grammys.

It turns out, they really don’t. Combine an empty stomach with being seated for no less than five hours for what amounted to a broadcast taping of a self-aggrandizing, industry-wide circlejerk sprinkled with the occasional live performance, surrounded by the kinds of people that made him rue the day he ever thought of picking up a guitar…and you’d begin to understand why he was determined to salvage the experience for his beautiful Plus One, who sat so politely and clapped when the signs said ‘applause’ and smiled with far too much kindness while she listened to agents and producers and hangers-on try to one-up each other through name-drops and net worths.

His label reps had mentioned an afterparty at the Beverly Hilton, and it seemed like a natural enough way for the night to progress – you go to the stuffy ceremony, then you hit the afterparty as a reward for your good behavior, right? Like some kind of marshmallow test performed en masse?

Wrong!

Eddie wouldn’t exactly call his behavior a tantrum, but he’s not particularly proud of how he handled the doorman’s inability to locate ‘Munson, party of two’ on the guest list. It was tantrum-adjacent, at worst, nothing an apology and a generous tip couldn’t fix, and he did genuinely believe this snub was initially a mere misunderstanding, that his name was missing on this particular document (the true and complete form tucked away in some back office, naturally) but Eddie’s persistence eventually resulted in a FIRM and DIRECT request for him to step aside…because he was, according to security, ‘holding up the line for the individuals on the guest list’.

Fucking ouch!

Chrissy, meandering behind him in a seashell dress and her shiniest, clackiest pair of heels, folded her arms and made her way to the valet with her head down. That’s when the plan first came into his mind – she looked way too good, was far too patient with her time for him to let her not enjoy the fruits of their labor tonight.

This particular ballroom couldn’t be any harder to get into than the Shrine Auditorium, could it?

“Not so fast, baby,” he murmured beside her as she dug through her clutch for the valet ticket. “I have an idea.”

There was worry in her eyes, sure! But there was also that glint of mischief that made his heart sing. “You don’t want to go home?”

“Fuck no, not yet at least. I want you to have the night I promised you.”

“But what if we get caught?!” She whispered.

“We leave the way we came. C’mon, you think you’re the only one who wants to rub elbows with Ms. Jackson? Besides, I could use the kinda cred that comes with crashing an industry party.” His small come-hither gestures lead them sauntering around the corner, where a gaggle of young men in black-tie adjacent catering uniforms leaned against the fence, already fatigued, already on their second or third smoke break of what would be an unbearably long evening.

And opposite them, the kitchen door was propped open with an overturned milk crate. Easy peasy lemon-fuckin’-squeezy.

“The doorman might not want to let me in, but you know who will? You know who's gonna be happy to see us? The guys who have to wash these rich asshole’s dishes. That’s who.”

(Chrissy’s dress is from the Versace s/s ‘92 collection btw ✨)

#hellcheer #my fic

[whattraintracks]

22. Puzzling - TMNT 2012

Don't worry, guys, that wasn't supposed to happen.

When the bit of Kraang tech he's examining (read: poking randomly in the hopes that something will happen) explodes, Donatello's not sure if he or Raphael shrieks louder. He thinks it's Raph. Which would be way funnier under different circumstances.

He blinks against sooty particulates. "Huh, well, that wasn't supposed to happen."

He's amid a cloud of unexpectedly thick, slightly pink smoke. Which is on-brand but frankly annoying. He waves at the air in a vain attempt to disperse it. Maybe he can move this operation to the kitchen, work under the exhaust hood. He should probably install one in here. He gives up flailing his arms, and backs away from the desk. Step one to solving any problem is getting some distance. Step two is—oh, that's weird. The cloud doesn't seem to have moved since the initial explosion. What kind of particles are these? He hasn't seen Kraang tech do this before.

The moment he remembers Raph is also the moment he trips over him. With a yelp, he hits the ground. Hard. Raph giggles. Rude. He's going to have at least two bruises tomorrow. And his scream was definitely louder than Raph's, so he's lost any right to make fun.

"Dude," Donnie groans, pushing to his feet. At least he's away from the Kraang smoke, "Why'd you trip me?"

"I don't know," comes the high-pitched reply, "Why're you so big?"

By the time his eyes clear, he's pretty sure it's a genuine question, not an insult about his height. It makes more sense once he looks down, down, down to find Raph miniaturised.

Donnie throws his hands to his head. "That wasn't supposed to happen, either!" Raph just giggles again.

"Leo!"

As far as they can tell, based on Raph's appearance and memories, he's about five. Donnie can't even remember being that young. Which he counts as a good thing because kids are weird. Or maybe that's just mutant turtle kids. He doesn't have experience with normal children to establish a baseline. Leo and Sensei do, though, and they seem unperturbed by Raph's behavior. Even Mikey takes the whole thing in stride. He is, in fact, absolutely thrilled and oscillates between gathering blackmail material and doing whatever Raph asks.

Donnie will admit he's having trouble making sense of it all. First, and he thinks he’s mentioned this, that was not supposed to happen. He can't figure out how a broken Kraang tech part without any detectable energy source could have caused something like this. Which naturally leads to the question of how he's meant to fix it. Raph has no idea what happened, either, so he's no help. Worse, he just might be the most confusing being Donnie has ever met. Take yesterday, for example.

He's not sure what time it is when he stumbles out of the lab for breakfast, so it might not technically be in the range of the day at which it is appropriate to call a meal breakfast. His brain is too full of viscous pink Kraang smoke to care. It must be some mealtime because everyone but Master Splinter is in the kitchen when he arrives. Leo is at the island supervising Raph and Mikey's mess-making by the stove.

Raph perks up, "Hey Donnie! I wanna tell you a question."

"Ask nicely, Raph," Leo reminds, hiding a smile behind the rim of his tea cup.

"Please, I wanna tell you a question." He barrels on, "How do you open your labrador?”

Open his what? Donnie stares at the space above Raph's head, trying to parse the question until a nudge from Leo resets his brain. "Say what?"

"Your labrador!" He flings his arms out, nearly knocking himself to the floor. Mikey catches the lip of his shell just in time.

“What Labrador? Raph, I don't have a—”

“Yeah, you do!” He's angry of a sudden. Of course, he is. But it's weird. It's not the first time Donnie's made him mad since the incident, but he's never gotten in anyone's face or stormed off with a huff. He just screeches until he gets whatever it is that he wants. It's Raph's anger, but it's not. “It’s how you get to the place you do all your smart stuff!"

Mikey swoops in, crouching to squeeze Raph gently, then translates, “He means the door to your lab, bro.”

“The door? Oh. Why would—?" Donnie sighs heavily, sinking into the stool next to Leo. “Raph, that’s the lab door,” he enunciates, “Not a Labrador. A Labrador is a dog breed."

Just like that, Raph's face unscrunches into something thoughtful. “So it’s not a labrador?”

Well, at least the exasperation is familiar. "I literally just said that. It’s a normal door.” Leo clicks at him warningly. Come on, what is he supposed to do here? Seriously, this feels surreal. Maybe this whole dialogue is a dream, and he's hunched over his desk right now. He straightens his shell to test for any worse-than-usual aching.

“Okay," Raph says. Then he turns around. Just like that. As if the entire conversation never happened. Never mind his original question or whatever he was trying to ask. He makes no sense, literally none at all.

But, you know what, fine. Donnie has to eat anyway so he can go back to the "place where he does all his smart stuff" or whatever. So he can figure out how to get his actual brother back, who at least makes sense most of the time.

Leo finishes his tea, returning Raph's enthusiastic wave goodbye, and then there are three. Mikey and Raph finally settle down to eat whatever noxious concoction they've whipped up as Donnie cleans his dishes. Freshly fed, his brain refills with extradimensional smoke and engineering.

"Well, that's boring!"

He fumbles with his mug at the sudden shout. A glance over his shoulder finds Raph, who had been eating quietly, now glaring at him.

“You should name that boring normal door Labrador so we can just call it that anyway," he says firmly.

He's not sure why he tries to ask, “Why would I—”

“Or or!" And it's like a switch again, anger suddenly dissipating. "We could name it something cooler! Like Thundoor from Crognard!”

“Thundarr,” He corrects. It's too late, Mikey's joins in.

“That’s awesome, little dude!" Mikey laughs buoyantly. "We should name all the furniture!”

“Yeah!”

And Donnie is so tired and so lost, and Raph is too much and too little of his brother at the same time it’s not even funny anymore. He doesn't think it ever was.

“Come one, Dee!" Mikey hoists Raph onto his shoulders, naturally content to ignore the messy kitchen. "Help Raphie and I name everything in the lair!”

Donnie tries to shake his head as Raph reaches for him. “Can you! Can you, please? Just for a little bit, please, Donnie, please?” Oh, now he recalls his manners.

"No, Raph." He bangs his mug onto the drying rack, ignoring Mikey's frown. "I don't have time for your nonsense questions and weird games. I'm trying to fix you."

It's not until he slams closed the lab door that the words trailing after his dramatic exit finally click. A puzzled sort of muttering from Raph: "Fix me? But I’m not broken."

So maybe he got a little too worked up, as tired as he was. But he's better now! He's eaten. He's slept five hours. He's determined to sit here until he cracks this thing.

And then someone bangs on the door.

He drops his head with a groan. How is he supposed to heroically solve all of their problems in these conditions? “Who is it, and what do you want," he shouts into the pages of his notebook.

"Once a second!"

One second, he mouths to himself. He listens to Raph struggle with the door for a lot of seconds and hopes he'll give up. He probably won't. Donnie better unlock it before he hurts himself. Or worse, starts screaming. Only because Leo would find some way to blame Donnie for it.

He shoves the door open, not at all irritated. Or vindicated either, when Raph falls on his shell and his sai skitter across the floor. Wait. “I thought Sensei took those out of your—Hey!”

Five-year-old Raph may not be much of a ninja but he is pretty slippery. He scrambles under Donnie's arm and launches into the rolling desk chair.

“Raphael." He glowers, summoning his inner Leo, "You are not allowed in the lab—”

“Without you,” he recites, spinning the chair so Donnie only catches glimpses of his cheeky smile. “But you’re here too! So it’s okay.”

It most definitely is not. Raph has no understanding of lab safety right now, so if Raph stays in here, then Donnie will have to keep an eye on him, and if Donnie has to watch Raph, then he can't focus on his work. He does not want Raph in here, and he says so.

“Donnie, I'll be so so so good. Please!” Oh, Mikey absolutely taught him how to do that with his eyes. Not cool, Mike.

“Raph," Donnie faux whines back. "I need to work. Go play with Leo or Mikey."

"Ugh," Raph flops onto his shell, letting his head and limbs hang. “But Sensei and Leo are medating, and Mikey’s with Red."

“Meditating," he corrects, "And I know you know her name is April.”

“Casey calls her Red.”

“Yeah, well, Casey’s a—” Raph looks at him with wide, innocent eyes. A promise on his face that anything Donnie says will be repeated. "It’s polite to call people by their name."

Raph hums, continuing to spin idly, “But I don't call you Donatello, I call you Donnie. And you call me Raph or sometimes Fai.”

Not a bad point. But what was that second thing? Fai? Oh. His brain retrieves fuzzy, forgotten memories. That's right. When they were both little, that had been his nickname for Raph. Just between the two of them. He can't remember when he stopped using it.

“Right," he says slowly. "But those are nicknames. They're a shorter version of your name.”

“Oh, okay.” Then Raph rolls out of the chair, clunking to the ground shell first, and wanders away to explore the lab.

Donnie retakes the seat, resigning himself to further interruptions. Part of his brain is devoted to thinking up better excuses in case this is one of those conversations Raph returns to without warning. The rest of his awareness is on Raph as he pokes and prods at books and equipment and even poor Timothy. It takes the better part of a half hour for him to realise he's still sitting at his desk not moving a muscle.

He growls, gripping his head. Raph is on him in an instant. "What's wrong? Can I help? Do you need a book? Do you want one of mine? I can get Leo! Or Sensei, or—"

"No," Donnie snaps.

He gapes as Raph's beak trembles and his eyes fill with tears. "You're crying. Why are you crying? Please stop crying." He slides to the floor next to Raph, "I'm sorry? It's just. I'm trying to focus! I need to fix you, but I don't—"

“I don’t want you to fix me!” He shouts, scrubbing his face and hiccupping. “I just want to play! Why won’t you play with me anymore?"

“Raph, I," Donnie looks down at his hands, "I don’t have time,” he finishes lamely.

“Yes, you do! You’re just being mean!” He runs out of the lab. Probably to someone who actually understands him. Someone who tries. Donnie wonders if he’ll ever stop messing things up for Raph.

Because as far as they can tell, this version of Raph went to bed one day, and the family he found upon waking was suddenly different. Of course, Raph is frustrated and confused and probably a little scared. He's not just normal Raph in a smaller body. Donnie might've realised that sooner if he'd spent more time with him instead of causing one mess after the other and then hiding from it all in his lab.

Donnie doesn't remember when he was five, but he's heard Sensei's stories about their childhood. The ones about his younger self hanging on Raph's every word. That one embarrassing retelling of the biggest fight Donnie ever caused by announcing Raph was his favorite brother. His father's memories of them doing everything together, at least until Donnie really got into science. So he steps out of the lab and locks it behind him. His brother, this brother, needs to come first.

He must look contrite enough that Leo only grills him a little before he points to Raph's room. After a single breath of indecision, he sits, shell against the door.

“Hey, Fai?” he starts, tugging at his fingers, “I’m really sorry. I have been pretty mean lately, haven’t I?” It takes a few moments, but a little thud echoes on the other side of the door.

Relieved, he continues, “I’m not as good at this as I used to be. I might need your help. But I’m out of my lab right now, and we can play whatever you want.”

Donnie hits the floor before he realises the door has swung open. Little Raph is looking down at him, eyes still watery but excited. "Really? Anything? Even Space Heroes!"

And Donnie almost can't believe it's that easy. He smiles with Raph's infectious joy. “Space Heroes? Who are you, Leo?”

Raph collapses into him with a laugh that banishes the rest of his tears as Donnie reaches out, tickling him just like he's seen their big brother do. He's still giggling when Donnie staggers to his feet. “Think I could use some bedding to build us the Dauntless?”

Raph cheers. Launching into an explanation of his favorite episodes and characters as he directs them around the lair to collect supplies. If this isn't blackmail material, Donnie doesn't know what is. Raph will never be able to deny that he likes Space Heroes ever again. Once Donnie figures out how to reverse this Kraang-smoke-induced de-aging that is.

He does still have to. They need Raph as he should be: their teammate, their protector, their equal. But if he were here in those roles right now, Donnie knows he would have heard a thousand times over that he needs to sleep, to eat, to take a break for at least five minutes, Don, come on.

So he'll try. He'll take breaks to hang out with his favorite brother. He'll get a lot of experience building sheet spaceships and pillow forts. And by the end of it all, Donnie will realise his little brother really does just want to play and ask silly questions that probably don’t seem so silly to him. He'll decide this little version of Raph isn't a puzzle of confusing emotions. He's the same pieces he's always been, unfiltered and untethered from all the pain and fear of their older selves.

And so, even after Raph returns to 16, whenever the thought creeps up on Donnie that he's not doing enough, that he needs to fix it. He'll lock his lab behind him and say, "Hey, Fai! Wanna play something?"

#march for raph #rolls in late without starbucks #but look! it's the official start of raph's shrunken ordeal #credit to my awesome little sisters #whose interactions with me when they were five inspired and indirectly provided a lot of little raph's dialogue in this #five year olds are so cool you guys #this one got away from me in more ways than one #ended up being more donnie centric than i intended but hopefully there's enough raph in here for y'all #plus it just might be the longest fic i've ever written #cause i could not get these two to stop talking #raphael hamato #donatello hamato #michelangelo hamato #leonardo hamato #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #shrunkified raph and the aftermath #writing off the rails #trying out a new tag system for my original posts #train themed because i'm hilarious

[hypnoneghoul]

now hear me out: eds ghouls but how it impacts sex

rain fully getting fucked and just dislocating something about halfway through

595 words of exactly what the ask says

"What the FUCK just happened?" Swiss shrieked, hovering over Rain with the most confused and terrified expression the water ghoul ever saw on his face. "Did I break your fucking back?"

"N- no, chill, Swiss," Rain laughed. He was laughing, actually giggling, highly amused by Swiss' reaction, apparently, "it happens sometimes, you know that."

"Yeah but it never happened while I'm quite literally fucking you into the mattress!" the multi ghoul panicked, trying to not move an inch worried about making things worse.

"You didn't break anything, it's fine," Rain tried calming him down, but his reaction was just to funny, he couldn't stop laughing. "And it's not my back, just my hip."

"JUST your hip!? Your fucking hip, just what, popped out and you're laughing?"

"Well... yeah, it's funny," the water ghoul continued chuckling, tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes by now, making Swiss terrified even more.

"W- why are you crying, does it hurt, what am I supposed to do, what-" he started rambling, trying to move off of Rain and pull his cock out of him with as little movement as he could.

"Shhh, I'm not crying, it's from laughing," he placed his hands on Swiss' biceps, squeezing gently to ground and calm him a bit, "I'ts fine, doesn't even hurt, if I'm being honest."

"Are- are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Rain said, smiling genuinely. Swiss seemed to believe them, but he paled a bit when he looked down to where one of Rain's legs was laying bent at a weird angle, the space over his hip looking like something was poking out from under his skin. Something that wasn't supposed to, that is.

Swiss witnessed Rain dislocating a lot of body parts over the years but he genuinely never saw his body do something like that.

"This doesn't look not-painful," he noted, moving away from that leg.

"I swear, it's fine," Rain chuckled again, poking himself in the hip with his finger, "See, didn't even flinch. It's fine, I'll fix it later."

"Bitch, the fuck you mean later!? Why not now?"

"Because now I'm still laying here extremely hard and leaking, same as you," he noted, how accurately.

"Oh, hell nah, not gonna touch you until you fix it," Swiss lifted both of his hand up in the air, moving even further away from Rain. The water ghoul sighed, running a hand down his face, smile still on it. He knew Swiss meant that, and no matter how down he always was for him, he wouldn't win him over this time.

"Okay, help me sit up then," Rain reached his hand out to Swiss, and he, very carefully, grabbed it and pulled him to a sitting position. It made his hip look even more concerning and the multi ghoul was very close to panicking again.

The water ghoul grabbed his knee with both hands and threw the dislocated leg over the edge of the bed, planting his foot on the floor. Swiss stared with wide eyes as Rain placed one of his hands on the outside of his hip, just over that weird thing poking out, and the other one lower, on the inside, just over his thigh. With a sharp push of the one hand something cracked loudly and Swiss let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"There," Rain sighed, kicking that leg in the air, "can you put your dick back in me now, please?"

Well, Swiss was known to never be able to say no to Rain, especially when he said please.

#the band ghost #hypnone writes #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rulti #ficlet #eds rain #hypnone's disabled ghouls

[wendy-darling23]

Behind the scenes

People: Ler! Sneeg and Lee! Ranboo, a little bit of implied ler!charlie at the end.

Summary: They had just finished filming an episode of Genloss and Ranboo and Sneeg at hanging out. Let’s just say Sneeg’s hands had minds of their own.

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“Well! That’s a rap, you guys did good!” Ranboo said, appreciating everyone’s hard work. “Hey Sneeg! Wanna chill out in the coffee room?” (Ima assume they had a coffee room)

“Sure, By the way can we go over the script real quick?” Sneeg replied, kinda confused on what he was supposed to do.

“Yeah, duh, of course.” Ranboo said walking into the room. They sat down and chatted for a bit. Sneeg could see that Ranboo was a little bit stressed about how things were going to go. Sneeg wanted to get Ranboo to ease up, suddenly, he got an idea

“Yeah then we- we go into the room and-“ Ranboo cut off after hearing Sneeg groan.

“AH- DUDE RUN, I THINK IM GETTING BRAIN WASHED- AH” Sneeg shouted, dramatically falling to the flour. Ranboo got up at this in a slight worry. Sneeg shook everywhere like he was seizing.

“DUDE RUN, OR YOU’LL REGRET IT-“ Sneeg suddenly fell limp, like he died or something (just like he did more than once in Genloss). Ranboo slowly crept up to Sneeg.

“…Sneeg?” Ranboo softly said, genuinely confused.

“Sneeg is no longer here…. I AM NOW THE TICKLE MONSTER!” Sneeg- or should I say the tickle monster- jumped up and pinned Ranboo to the ground.

“AH- um Snehehg we can tahahlk about thihihis.” Ranboo said, already giggling with anticipation.

“Nah dude, I sensed your stress, I had to take over and fix that.” Sneeg said like it was a totally normal thing. With that, he dug his hands into Ranboo’s sides.

“Snehehehehehg nohohohohoho, dohohohohohon’t” Ranboo said, immediately bursting into giggles.

“Don’t what? Don’t stop? Well I guess If you asked for it I just have to oblige I guess.” Sneeg teased, moving up to his ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHO- Yohohohohur sohohoho mehehehehahahn!” Ranboo giggled out, suprised at the sudden rib tickles.

“WHAT? Me? Dude I’m the one trying to make you feel better,” Sneeg said, moving down to Ranboo’s hips, “Besides, I didn’t even hold your hands down, you had alll the power to stop me, and you didn’t! What about that huh?”

“SHUHSHSHSHHEHEHEH” Ranboo Managed to get out.(nah he was like ‘DONT EXPOSE ME SSSHHH’) Sneeg smiled, knowing he had enough he slowed down the tickles. He helped Ranboo back onto the couch and sat beside him.

“You know, if you ever feel stressed or worried, you can talk about it. We’re here for you dude.” Sneeg said in a semi-serious tone.

“Thanks, I kinda needed that…” Ranboo said looking down. Sneeg poked his side. Ranboo shrieked and shuffled away. Sneeg chuckled putting his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m done. But you will definitely be getting it from him.” Sneeg said, pointing at The doorway. Ranboo was confused until he saw Charlie at the doorway.

Let’s just say, Ranboo’s stress was long gone.

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I think it was a little short. But I’m happy with it!

I hope the anon is happy with it-

Anyways PLEASE GIVE ME MORE REQUEST SO I CAN HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE.

#ler! Sneeg #lee!ranboo #genloss #I have a use nooooww

[tickle-bugs]

Wait… ATLA… I need some zuko fics for suree!! ❤️

.. I know you’re not currently taking prompts at this time but maybe something to considerrrr when you arrree :3 hehe

zuko my beloved my skrunkly my sweet <3 headcanons for you as a treat <3

when Zuko snorts, a lil puff of smoke comes out his nose. I know it to be true. Iroh told me.

He has a rly sweet breathy laugh that sometimes goes silent prematurely. very giggle prone and he pretends to hate it, but if he actually did he would barbecue everybody so. checkmate.

This one might be a hot take but I feel like he might actually be great at pretending something doesn't tickle if it's one sensation in one place. I'm choosing this hill because I think it makes things so much funnier if the gaang is trying to catch him off-guard and can't. and he knows. and he's smug.

but, flipside to this coin, he's like a jumpy cat. if you do catch him off guard he will launch directly into the stratosphere and squeak. there's nothing he can do to recover.

if zuko knows you're going to tickle him he will giggle uncontrollably before you touch him, get mad that he's doing it, and then (rare phenomenon) angry giggle. very cute.

Zuko can't firebend if he's laughing because firebending needs air. When he throws his little tantrums or goes to do something reckless (and stupid), whoever is closest to him is quick to poke his sides and the air leaves him in this big woosh. If he tries to firebend (which he probably doesn't, he doesn't wanna hurt anyone), lil sparks come off his hands.

tickling Zuko is objectively funny because he curls up like a lil pillbug, but when you hit a bad spot he uncurls and every limb seeks violence. category six flailing event. Sokka comes back to camp with a black eye and Suki and Katara are ready for bloodshed, but he has to stumble through an explanation of why on earth he thought tickling Zuko was a good idea (worth it, no regrets. not pictured: toph smirking bc she could feel zuko's laughter reverberating through the ground)

mai does not know this about him until Ty Lee finds out. Mai takes full advantage and Zuko pretends to hate it with all his might.

i think if we're exiting the lil utopia bubble here for a sec zuko canonically probably hates being tickled. azula strikes me as the kind to torment him with it. but i'm choosing to remain within the bubble. i like the bubble.

zuko mirrors behaviors that he sees other gaang members doing to try and fit in. and i just. Zuko getting bold enough to poke someone and everyone is delighted because he's graduated to physical contact. and then he's like "why are you all looking at me like that"

i can one hundred percent see the gaang having like a 'days since zuko's last temper tantrum' counter or whatever. like as he mellows out it becomes harder to provoke him. Except one day Sokka goes too far and Zuko jumps him and everyone has a split-second fear that he's like genuinely snapped...until Sokka is shrieking and everything's fine actually. (the counter gets reset).

zuko and toph being touchy besties is everything to me actually and i like to think they are constantly irritating each other with lil pokes and stuff. toph likes to drape herself over Zuko at her own peril.

Aang sometimes won't take his training seriously because he's just not intimidated by Zuko anymore. Zuko's like. well. I can fix that. and aang Flees.

Zuko has so much respect for Suki and refuses to lay a hand on her and hurt her when they spar, but Suki's like. C'mon fireboy. Zuko remembers something about her that Sokka said in passing and he's like well! this will work! (i just have this visual of aang being like 'wow the kyoshi warriors are so cool zuko's so special getting to train with Suki'. meanwhile Zuko and Suki are in a tickle fight so intense that they've smashed and burnt furniture).

#my headcanons #ticklish!zuko #zuko #atla #he is everything to me your honor #i just finished s1 of korra so ive naturally been having lots of tender thoughts about the og gaang #these got long but i love using headcanons as a blueprint for fics so. im sure these will come in handy in the future wink wonk

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | The Argument 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.4k

Drabble 10 - (As requested by multiple readers hehe) The last time you saw Jungkook

warnings: angsty, swearing, mentions of sex

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Three Weeks Ago 

Jungkook stands in front of you in the open space of his dark lounge, you’re sitting on the sofa cross-legged and teary eyed as you both watch the news in horror. Toying with the hem of your white t shirt you can’t stop the cries from cascading down your cheek, the tape has been leaked to the public.

“Taehyung will fix this, he’ll get it deleted,” Jungkook nods as he reassures himself, eyes glued to the television, news reporters going into vivid details about your final night in Bora Bora - including an audio clip of the conversation that followed some of the most intimate moments of your life, “He’s the best attorney money can buy, I’m not just saying it because he’s my friend he’s going to fix this—”

“How could you do this to me?” You whisper, gaze finally meeting his.

“You think I did this?” He’s hugely offended, his hooded eyes animatedly large and round, contrasting to his sharp set jaw, “You actually think I did this?” His voice is raised.

Standing from the sofa you frown, “Did you send the video to one of your friends? Is that it? Is that how this has happened?” You want to believe he’s not capable of something like this but all the evidence is against him – he filmed the video, on his camera, he was the only one with a copy. “Was it just something to send to your group chats? Is that what it was to you?”

“That video was for me and you, nobody else—”

“Then how has this happened?! Explain to me why it’s all over the internet!” Your heart hammers inside your chest as you scream, thrashing your arms about as adrenaline courses your veins.

At this Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down, “I-, I don’t know.” He exhales, ridding himself of his grey hoodie before he throws it on the sofa, leaving him stood wearing a plain black t shirt.

“Bullshit.” You spit, “You’re the only one who had the video, you expect me to believe you didn’t have something to do this?”

“Why would I do something like this? Hm? Financial gain? Last time I checked I don’t need the money. So what other reason would I have to do this?”

“You tell me.” You scoff, shrugging as you wipe away your tears.

The realisation that you genuinely believe he’s the one to blame suddenly dawns on him, he’s shocked and insulted to say the least, “Y/N I didn’t fucking do this, why would I want anybody to see that video? I’m on it too.”

“Right,” You laugh, though there’s no humour in your tone, “Because this is going to end so badly for you. The only thing that’s going to happen to you is now everybody knows that you’ve got a big cock, guys are going to high-five you and congratulate—”

“Stop it.” Jungkook bites, “I didn’t leak the video.”

“You know what will happen to me?” You’re furious as you continue ranting, wiping your cheeks with shaky hands, “I’ll be known as the slut that billionaire playboy Jungkook fucked. I’m just another name in your little black book! The sugar baby that he spanked in a beach hut—”

“I said stop it!” His voice is louder, “You’re my girlfriend, I’m not going to let that happen.”

“It’s already happened!” You shriek, “I wasn’t your girlfriend in Bora Bora, the media already know what our situation was back then it’s all anybody’s been talking about for the past two days. It’s all over the fucking news Jungkook! The news!”

“You don’t think I know that?!” He growls, “You think this is easy for me? Knowing that people have watched that video?” He’s pacing the room now, fingers pushing his hair back in a hurry.

“Oh I’m so sorry that you’re having a hard time, it must be so difficult knowing that the whole world knows you’re good in bed!” You know you’re being irrational with him, you know it’s hard for him to digest the events of the past three days but you can’t bring yourself to look past the fact he’s the one who’s done this.

“Y/N.” He laughs unamused, shaking his head in disbelief, “Nobody feels worse about this than me.”

“What about me?” You’re quiet, “Do my feelings mean nothing to you?”

“Of course not! That’s not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean Jungkook? You think that you’re worse off than me in this situation? Knowing that men have watched that thing and… I feel violated. I feel sick. I haven’t slept because I know that it’s spreading like wild fire, I can’t even get into my apartment building without the paparazzi asking me for more adult content.” You’re sobbing now, your breath shaky and shallow.

“You think I don’t feel violated?!” His voice is hoarse as he yells, staring down at you with a face of thunder, “Somebody has leaked a video of me having sex with my girlfriend, not some random girl I don’t care about - my girlfriend. I feel disgusted that people are watching that thing and ogling you without your consent. My fucking parents are devastated, I’m devastated, why don’t you understand that this is hard for me too?!”

“You really expect me to believe that you’re not responsible—”

“You know what? Yeah. I do expect my girlfriend to believe me when I say that I didn’t do this, and the fact you don’t says a lot about what you think of me.”

“Why else would you want to film us in the first place?” You can barely make out his face through your tears, he’s standing two feet away with an expression that can only be described as hurt. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Don’t,” He warns, refusing your questions, “In hind sight, it was a fucking stupid idea. If I could go back and change it trust me I would.” There’s a moment of tense silence before he opens his mouth to speak again, “Y/N this wasn’t me, I didn’t do this, I could never do something so… disgusting and inappropriate to you.”

“Disgusting and inappropriate…” You repeat, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat, “You mean like when you wanted to pay me for sex thirty minutes after meeting me?”

At this Jungkook stills entirely, it’s his turn to cry now – he stands in front of you with watery eyes, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as though that will catch his emotions before they escape, “That’s enough.” 

There’s an uncomfortable silence, you’re rightfully upset and angry but even you know that was too far. You try to steady your breathing, toying with the idea of apologising before his words interrupt your thoughts.

“You really think I did it don’t you? That I leaked the video?”

No words are exchanged, instead you nod slowly and look away from his desperate profile, settling your gaze back to the television which is still reporting the story about you both. For obvious reasons the video can’t be aired on TV, so the news stations have settled for a screenshot of you laying beside each other in bed, his arm draped over your waist as he was about to confess his feelings for you, dazed and fucked-out beneath the sheets.

“But what I don’t understand is why…” Your voice is merely a whisper, “Why you would string me along for so long, just to publicly humiliate me break my heart.”

“If you genuinely believe I’m capable of this, you really don’t know anything about me.”

“No,” You grab your bag from the sofa and throw it over your shoulder, looking him dead in the eye for what you assume will be the last time, “I guess I don’t.”

“Y/N wait.”

You don’t look back.

Jungkook watches you leave his apartment with an aching heart, no sooner than you’re hidden behind the golden doors of the elevator he breaks down, sinking to the ground in floods of salty tears. Unbeknownst to him you too are bawling your eyes out as you exit the building, hiding your face from the dozen camera men that wait for you outside.

It’s over.

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[silentwillowwhisperer]

Shots (the doctory ones)

Ok, wait, I want to clarify that when I say shots, I mean vaccines, not the alcoholic ones or gunshots.

Cool? Cool.

When Lance is forced to get a shot, he shrieks like a child, but he’s mostly being dramatic.

After the ordeal, he’ll go home and be all whiny and use his ‘poor, abused, punctured arms’ as an excuse to make Keith do everything for him.

And Keith would roll his eyes and make a snarky comment, but clearly he’s genuinely worried and would spend the whole week (yes, week) suffocating Lance with care like the closeted mother hen that he is.

Keith, on the other hand, would try to keep a straight face. But he seriously can’t handle it.

Due to his killer immune system, he rarely had to go to the hospital. Also, he usually just toughed it out or fixed it himself when he got injured as a child.

So he’s already on edge thanks to this unfamiliar place full of grumpy adults and children who seem to be leaking mucus from absolutely all places, and now he’s being dragged into a small room by Lance and that lady is smiling at him so bright that he’s 58% sure that she’s a serial killer.

She has the nerve to ask him how his day is going.

So far he has been forced to this horrid place by his traitorous boyfriend (Husband? Are they married yet? Who knows.), been given a headache from the piercing wails of infants, made conversation with a dead looking receptionist with a scar splitting her right nostril (How does that happen?), and called into yet another strange hallway by a random who knows his name (what? Why? Did Lance give away Keith’s identity? Because partners or not, Lance has NOT helped Keith escape this situation yet and he feels utterly betrayed. He expects to be paid in full with cuddles and movie marathons after this is over).

Yeah, Keith’s day has been great, thanks. He decides to ignore Lance frantically shaking his head at the nurse.

Anyway, he makes it through the checkup with only a couple comments about his scars, and he breathes out at last, knowing he’s finally safe.

Lance clears his throat awkwardly.

“Uh.. it’s great to see you relaxed, but you don’t think we’re done yet, do you?”

What.

Screaming seems like an good option right now. Why hadn’t he been listening to the gibberish coming out of the doctor’s mouth? Why was this so much easier last time, when Lance was the one getting a check up?

He can feel Lance’s burning gaze watching him think, but there is a sharp knock on the door an it swings open slowly. The man who walks in is pushing a cart.

On the cart is a tray.

A tray of needles.

Before this point, Keith has been sitting in one of the 2 chairs in the corner of the room. As soon as his eyes land on those evil stabbies, he hops up and settles quickly in Lance’s lap, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s tan neck to block the rest of the room from his vision.

He can feel Lance running his fingers soothingly through Keith’s hair. He grips on tighter just to make sure it won’t stop.

Honestly, Keith can’t decide what’s wrong with himself. He can take a gunshot and keep fighting, be interrogated fiercely by aliens, hunt dangerous species from foreign universes, and yet he can’t look at some needles.

Lance chuckles softly.

“Hey. You have to sit up, you can stay on my lap and close your eyes, but it’s only gonna hurt more if you stay all tense like that.”

Keith raises his head just a bit to stare at Lance with wide, teary eyes. He nods shallowly and flips around so that his back is pressed to Lance’s chest.

Long story short, Lance ends up having to pin Keith’s arms still and hug his chest tightly until all 4 shots have been injected.

Keith only manages to ignore him for about 2 minutes before running over for hugs. He can be petty later, right now he’s been through a traumatic experience and need comfort in the form of Lance the doting boyfriend.

(Does Lance feeding him their stash of Valentine’s chocolates while they watch ‘Legally Blond’ and all three ‘How to Train Your Dragon’s make this all worth it? No.)

(Yes.)

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This was supposed to be 4 paragraphs long…

Have fun trying to find a plot in this mess : )

I just got 2 shots and a finger prick yesterday, so yes I am projecting. I’m really bad around needles, I can’t even look at cartoon-style pictures for longer than a couple seconds. I almost passed out, but what’s new?

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[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

the sano brother

Fem!Reader / one-shot / 1K

2005, in a universe where shin doesn’t die lol

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“Your brother’s actually pretty cool.”

If this were the first time she’s heard a girl actually being endeared by Mikey, Emma might pause and turn to look, narrow her eyes in incredulity. But most girls are weird that way, she finds—at least the ones who only try to be close to her to get to her brother—so she simply walks straight ahead.

“Ah-huh,” she murmurs, but loud enough to not expressly say she doesn’t need you telling her about it.

“Funny, too.” Oh? Is that a chuckle curling the edge of your words? Like a well-kept, newly-formed secret? She chances a glance at the corner of her eye, more interested in the action than the cause of it because, if anything, this is the first time that she’s seen you smile. A smile that isn’t forced or simply polite.

(Except maybe for that one time last week when she’d stupidly blurted out that she doesn’t actually get along with any of the girls in class, to which you simply shrugged and smiled, said Doesn’t matter; we’ll have each other now.)

It’s been exactly one week and three days since Emma has known you, so, really, it’s not such a big deal that she can’t tell what you’re thinking right now. Even though she’s the one from class who’s spent the most time with you so far—buddy system for new kids, some rule—and has, inadvertently, been spending significant hours trying to figure out what goes on in your head. One thing she finds out today, though, is that you’re actually secretly sweet enough to bring her a get well soon card—along with the past two days’ school works. She thinks that your loopy cursive is funny, too, a fact that she chuckled at even though you didn’t. The morose expression barely shifted; she caught the tiny, polite curve of your mouth and that was all.

You don’t say anything else so Emma is left to listen to the quiet pitter-patter of your footsteps and the delicate chimes of the bells of your bike. She isn’t yet fully well, you could see, and you hesitated when she offered to walk you to the nearest station, but she’d insisted; she had to make you wait for almost an hour in the Sano residence, after all, and this is the least she could do.

She wonders what you and Mikey possibly talked about. Come to think of it, she wasn’t even aware he came home early.

“Does he actually know that much about bikes?” You instantly scrunch your forehead. “Sorry, I mean…I mean he fixes bikes, so of course, right? Duh.” The last part you whisper to yourself even though she hears.

Now Emma turns her head to fully listen to what you have to say because this is the closest she’s seen you to stuttering. You glance at her once, only to return your gaze straight ahead.

“It’s just cool.” She catches a tiny, tiny smile. “I think it’s very cool. Being so knowledgeable about it.”

“Well, he is obsessed with them. I guess you have to be if you’re in a biker gang.” Or is it because you’re obsessed with bikes that you have to be in a biker gang? she wonders, though not out loud.

You face her with an incredulous look in your eyes. “Wait, he’s in a gang?”

“President of a gang.” She definitely has to let you in on these things so you’ll know which ones to avoid. (Though the answer is most of them.)

This is the part where most people either shriek, terrified, or swoon with hearts in their eyes, and Emma is more or less left to pick them up. But you laugh. “You’re kidding.” And there is, indeed, genuine disbelief in your voice. “He doesn’t strike me as the type, to be honest.” And now it’s her turn to smile, pleasantly surprised, because she’s never heard anyone say that about Mikey.

“He even dropped a wrench on his foot when he turned and saw me…”

Emma can’t help but laugh. The image of Mikey hurting his big toe is funny, if only because it’s so unlikely.

“I even laughed so hard, it’s embarrassing.” You shake your head at her unabashed expression. “Really, oh my god. I wish I didn’t but that was my initial gut reaction. But he—“ you snicker out a laugh. “But he was laughing while saying I should maybe try to be a little more respectful to my elders.”

Bold of him to hit you with the older than you card; Emma rolls her eyes. The guy’s practically older than you by only about a year, big deal.

“And he.” Today, she discovers that you pause a lot while you talk when you’re embarrassed. “Well. He has such a weird laugh. He’s very weird,” you say, still with the sweetest smile on your face.

Emma can’t help but be genuinely intrigued, but then also endeared. It’s usually Mikey telling her of how ‘weird’ her friend was, or classmate, or whoever had the (un)fortunate experience of having to be entertained by Mikey in her stead, in circumstances similar to this. How could Mikey be so clumsy—so uncool—in front of a girl?

She watches as you smoothly fold your bike—smoother now than ever before—stepping on the entrance stairs before turning to her for one last time. “Tell him thanks again for fixing my bike. I know it’s not as interesting as an actual bike, but…it runs easier now.” Even though she has half the mind to tease you and say, ‘You can tell him that yourself tomorrow,’ Emma has to pause and blink in wonder:

Since when did Mikey ever fix anyone’s bicycle? That one’s definitely a whole new level of sweet. He’s gonna need to answer her questions.

When she arrives home, it’s Shinichiro’s lopsided grin—his gangly frame resting lazily on the doorframe of his room—who greets her. “Well, your friend’s bike working okay now?”

It takes about a minute for the gears in Emma’s head to catch up and make sense of his words, before it all clicks. All of it. But then when she finally recovers her words, Shinichiro’s eyes have already left her. His smile telling her his mind is somewhere else. “Funny girl. Got lost while on her way to the bathroom.”

She sighs. Because, of course it has to be the weird older brother. Oh, hell, the other is just as embarrassing.

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tagging: @prettyiolanthe 💘

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