#more like just a headcanon that spun off too far

[motleyfam]

Tim hardly ever wears seatbelts.

It’s not a conscious choice at this point really, he just never got into the habit. When he outgrew his last car seat at age five, his parents didn’t bother getting him a booster and just let him sit in the normal seat, so the belt always felt like it was cutting into his neck and he hated it. He put up a big fuss about it once on the way to some important event, and his parents just huffed, “Fine, don’t wear it then. Fly out the window for all I care” and that was that. They never forced him again.

He just so rarely has to wear one that it slips his mind. Buses don’t have seatbelts. Motorcycles don’t have seatbelts. The Batmobile has them, but they’re rarely used due to the necessity for split-second drop ins and getaways.

It’s not until he’s 17 and driving with Jason somewhere that he finally gets called out on it. Not only called out, but told in a no nonsense sort of way “This car ain’t moving till I hear a fucking click. What, did they stop showing ‘Red Asphalt’ in drivers ed while I was dead??”

(They do still show it. Tim just slept through that class)

#Jason Todd is a mother hen whether he admits it or not #and he’s appalled Bruce hasn’t noticed this quirk in his kid for so long #mostly because in the beginning Bruce wasn’t paying enough attention to Tim #and then once he was Tim was old enough to drive himself places #idk if this counts as a drabble #more like just a headcanon that spun off too far #but I don’t have an actual fic behind it #Tim Drake #child neglect cw #tim drake headcanon #drabble

[dw-writes]

Angelic Rip Off - Hazbin Hotel

AN: Okay, so, this is just like....a testing concept I guess? something that came to mind after talking over theories and such with @lpwrites about what's going on, and i thought this would be a fun reader to explore! i dunno if it's gonna be a series, but at least its something fun to maybe add to. this part here i guess serves as the...set up?? if you're curious about anything that happens in it, lemme know and I'll expand - i just threw this together at midnight so...yeah :D lemme know what you think Contains my own headcanons Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Spoilers

A million thoughts went through your head when you spotted Lilith being escorted into Heaven.

The first was of Lucifer. Most of them were of Lucifer, if you were being honest with yourself. How he wasn’t with her, which meant he was alone, which meant something went really fucking wrong if she was in Heaven on her own. Though not alone, which as your next though as you trailed after her and the angels that escorted her – fucking Adam was there, chattering away about something you couldn’t hear from the distance.

That made it double bad.

You were so caught up in your thoughts about what Lilith being in Heaven meant that you didn’t realize you were being too loud. Lute whipped around, glaring as she barred your way from continuing forward.

You stopped short. “Move,” you demanded.

“No.”

“I think you forget your place, which isn’t in front of me, so fucking move.”

“How about you eat shit and stop fucking following us.”

“Excuse me?”

Adam appeared behind her like a cursed shadow, the grin of his mask far more disturbing than it should’ve been. “Is there a problem here?” he asked, gripping Lute’s shoulders to move her. He shifted as he did, giving you a glimpse of Lilith entering an elevator far down the road, with Sera at her shoulder.

The angel’s eyes widened as her gaze locked with yours before the doors slid shut.

Lute stepped to one side of you. Adam, the other.

The silence that pressed in from the street finally told you how you saw something you shouldn’t have been able to see. You exhaled slowly, closing your eyes.

The days following were a blur – it didn’t matter that you’d spun the cosmos into existence, that you’d had an impeccable record for thousands of years, or that you didn’t actually fucking do anything – you were dragged in front of the angelic council with claims of rebellion. Adam and Lute provided testimony that you’d been conspiring to overthrow the seraphim and install yourself in their place, that your age and knowledge of the universe gave you more right to head it than anyone else.

Sera looked you dead in the eye as she found you guilty and dropped you from Heaven.

You landed in the immaculate front yard of one of the Goetia. It took months for him to help you heal correctly – your wings were a disaster for longer than that, all six of them shattered from the fall – but Stolas was happy to assist you, especially when your hand in creating something he loved about the world came to light.

He was less than thrilled when you told him that you needed an audience with Lucifer once you were fully healed almost a year after you crashed.

“Um, no,” he said, turning away from you, releasing the wing he’d been helping you to stretch.

You fluttered the appendage as it settled against your back with the other five, frowning at his statement. “Why not?” you asked. You stood. “You’re a prince of Hell. You’re more than qualified to ask for an audience – it’s practically standard right? You have meetings all the time.”

“Well, yes, of course we do, it’s required to ensure Hell runs smoothly,” he said as he turned back to you. You arched an eyebrow. “As smoothly as it can,” he corrected.

“So, what’s the problem?” you demanded, “I need to speak to him, and I have no foothold here, I have no power. You can sponsor me!”

“I can,” he agreed. He rubbed his claws together, glancing over his shoulder as he quickly waved them at you – keep your voice down.

You crossed your arms, folding into yourself as you perched on the edge of the bed. You were a secret to his wife – one he shared with his very curious daughter. He’d been terrified the day Octavia had stumbled upon you stashed away in one of the many rooms of the mansion, but you’d charmed her with your stories of the stars and galaxies that existed beyond Hell, and his worry had faded. “Why won’t you?” you whispered.

“When’s the last time an angel fell from Heaven, hm?” he asked as he gently sat next to you.

You pressed your wings tighter to your back. “That’s the whole point – that’s why I need to speak with him,” you murmured. You look up at your friend, whose wide red eyes stare at you with obvious concern. “Please, Stolas. I wouldn’t be asking for such a large favor if it wasn’t important.”

He rubbed his claws together again. “If you leave, you won’t be able to come back here,” he sighed. He leaned against his knees with a guilty slump to his shoulders. “It’s far too dangerous to sneak you in a second time,” he explained.

“I know,” you replied, “I wouldn’t want you to trouble yourself again for me. You’ve done far too much as it is.”

He smiled. “You’re my friend, my dear. I’d move stars for you, if I could.”

“I’d move them for you again,” you replied with a smile.

“You’ll visit, though?” he asked after a long moment of silence, “If all goes well.”

“Well, I can’t really leave Hell, Stolas,” you said, “And you’re my friend. Of course I’ll visit you.”

His feathers fluffed, and he smiled.

He didn’t hesitate in making the meeting after that. He made sure that it sounded urgent, said, “It cannot wait, sir, the sooner that we can meet, the better.”

You vaguely heard the reply of, “I have time this afternoon.”

Stolas escorted you, making sure that you would be alright once you were done, ensured that you knew multiple places that you could stay if Lucifer didn’t open his doors to you.

He hugged you before you entered the gates of Lucifer’s palace. You returned it fiercely, and promised to call him before the day was done. He passed you off to an imp waiting nearby, insisting that you were attending the meeting in his place, and disappeared.

You were led inside without a word.

The imp scurried off once you were led into the parlor, leaving you to look around the room unsupervised. There were large portraits with a very familiar Lucifer and equally familiar Lilith, and a young woman you didn’t recognize. There were plenty of apple motifs around the room, balancing out the wallpaper covered in patterns of long trees. It was a lovely parlor, and you wondered how much of it was Lucifer’s decorating or Lilith’s.

Though, if she had left him in Hell, you weren’t sure you cared too much about her decorating choices.

“Prince Stolas,” came a bored but familiar drawl, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You turned to the door that the imp had disappeared through. He hadn’t changed. He looked a bit taller than when you’d last seen him, though he had been dragged through the very empty streets of heaven at that time. He was dressed sharper, but didn’t wear a smile until he finally looked up from the floor to meet your gaze.

Then he froze.

Lucifer didn’t know what to say when he saw you in his palace. There was supposed to be a gangly owl Goetia standing in his parlor, not an angel, and especially not one he’d been ashamed to say he missed over the last ten thousand years. He hadn’t seen you since the day before his fall. You’d both watched the stars you had worked so hard to make move across the sky as you talked about what you both hoped the world would be, and he told you about Lilith, and Eve, and the Garden, and joked about Adam.

“I know,” he remembered you saying, “You told me when it happened, Luci.”

“Well, you can’t blame a guy for being excited!” he’d replied. He’d sighed, leaned into your shoulder, and wistfully told you how beautiful she was. And you had told him how happy you were for him.

No, he thought as he sluggishly moved forward, eyes scanning over your face. No, the last time he’d see you was when you’d been running after him while the angels had dragged him before the council.

He whispered your name as he got closer, glancing at the door behind you, then laughed nervously. “Is this a joke?” He moved around you, staying close to the wall of the parlor as he inched towards the door. “Lil?” he laughed again, “You playin’ a prank? You come home and bring me an old friend?”

“Luci,” you whispered.

“No, no, no,” he said, shaking the apple atop his cane at you. “You’re not supposed to be here!” he trills, turning back to you, “You’re supposed to be in Heaven! You’re supposed to be there—”

“Where Lilith is?” you cut in.

He audibly swallowed.

You moved towards him, stopping short when he backed up against the wall. “They kicked me out, Luci,” you said with a sigh, “About a year ago, I saw Lilith up there, and I questioned it, and they put me in front of the council and kicked me out.”

Lucifer all but lunged towards you, dropping his cane as he gripped your arms. “You saw her? Is she alright? Did they hurt her?”

You squeezed his arms with a frown. “No, she was fine. Sera was escorting her somewhere, what?” your frown deepened, “Why was she there in the first place, Luci? What happened?”

His grip on your arms tightened for a moment. Turning, he guided you towards a couch set near the fireplace in the parlor. He moved for you to sit, then fell into the spot next to you.

“Heaven asked for a meeting,” he sighed, pulling his hat from his head, “Said that they were worried that, with our growing number of Sinners, we would start a rebellion.”

“What?” you asked. You shook your head. “That’s never come up. Who…”

“Sera,” he said, slumping, “And Adam, of course, can’t keep his nose out of people’s business.” He fiddled with the snake on the edge of his hat. It slithered, it’s head resting on his hand. “They wanted to come down and do a mass extermination. Wipe out,” he paused, his breath hitching in his throat, “Wipe out everyone. From the imps to the sins.”

“That would change the face of Earth,” you said, shaking your head, stuttering over your worlds, “That would change everything.”

“We know,” he whispered. He scrubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “We made a deal. All of the hellborn would be safe from the extermination,” he said. He smiled, weakly, looking up at you, “We have a child, you know. A girl. Her name’s Charlie, and she’s amazing.”

You blinked slowly. Your heart twisted in your throat at the news, realizing why the girl in the portraits looked so familiar, but you smiled and whispered, “You’ll tell me all about her, I’m sure,” followed by, “She went in exchange.”

“Lilith did, yeah,” he replied, “Said that we couldn’t just include Charlie in the deal, we had to include everyone. She’s attached to them all, like they’re her own children, too.”

You sat back, sliding your hands over your face as you sighed, “Because she’s the mother of all demons.”

“Exactly,” he groaned. He flopped back next to you, allowing the snake to crawl over his fingers. “So, she’s there. Collateral or…a hostage, I dunno. She offered herself up. Not that there was a choice, there was no fucking way they were letting me back in under any circumstances.” He slumped. “I’m glad you’re here, though,” he said with a small smile, “I’ve missed you, starlight.”

You leaned against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you, too, sunshine,” you whispered. You held your hand out for the golden snake to investigate. “I’m here now, you know. I’ll help you however I can.”

“Thank you,” he replied. You both watch the snake wrap around your wrists in lazy circles. “I’ve made, like, a shit ton of rubber ducks ever since Lilith left. You wanna see them?” he suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Is this because you can’t see the ducks on Earth?” you asked with a slow smile.

“Obviously. I worked so hard on them, I’m fucking furious that I can’t see them," he scoffed, shifting, a large pout on his face, "And there’s no ducks here, I can’t get them to thrive, it’s annoying.”

You snorted. Gently pulling your hand free from the snake, you patted Lucifer’s knee and stood. “Show me your ducks,” you stated, “And tell me all about Charlie.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #angelic rip off series

[gilded-garnet]

A Taste of Defeat

Summary: Just a fluffy headcanon scenario of how a friendly duel leads to Sebastian and F!MC's first kiss.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow / F!MC

Themes: Duelling, first kiss / WC: 1K

She'd found Sebastian in the Undercroft, in the process of blasting a training dummy almost to pieces. Not wanting to disturb him, she'd watched as he unloaded a barrage of Confringo and Depulso until the poor thing looked rather worse for wear.

When he'd finally sent it spiralling into the opposing wall, he doubled over, placing his hands on his knees and taking deep lungfulls of air.

"Hardly a fair fight," she remarked.

He jumped and spun to face her, breathing heavily. Internally, she thought he looked quite dashing out of breath as he was, cheeks flushed and hair dishevelled, but she kept that to herself.

Sebastian quickly regained his composure, straightening up and plastering on his trademark smirk. "Are you volunteering?"

"Sure. Though I assure you..." she went to walk past him, stopping to breathe into his ear. "You'll lose."

He looked down at her and she was forced to acknowledge (not for the first time) that he had grown several inches over the summer.

"Possibly," he retorted.

"Certainly."

"I've gotten better."

"Well, I am better."

Merlin, she hoped she wasn't talking out of her arse. He would never let her live it down if he beat her. They had duelled a few times since their first meeting in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but she had always come out on top.

"Alright then, challenge accepted," he said, smirking. "I've had a good warm up, anyway. Rules - no ancient magic allowed."

"I didn't need ancient magic to beat you on my first day and I certainly don't need it now."

He tsked, but his eyes were teasing. "You're awfully cocky. You just took me by surprise, is all."

She hummed in mock agreement, walking past him to the far end of the Undercroft and spinning on her heel to face him. "And every time since?"

"Touché."

They both raised their wands, poised to strike. He was smiling, almost smug, and she found she very much wanted to wipe that look off his face.

She took the initiative, casting Levioso quickly in order to catch him off guard. No such luck, he easily shielded himself before sending a purple jet of Depulso her way.

They traded spells for several minutes, illuminating the Undercroft with bright flashes of light. She was forced to acknowledge that he had improved, but she knew she would win in the end. She always did.

Eventually, she found her opening. He cast his shield charm a split second too late and was pushed off balance; she pounced on the blunder.

"Accio!"

She savoured his look of surprise as his clothing traitorously pulled him towards her. He came to a halt just in front of her, and she was just getting ready to end it with Expelliarmus when he did something she was wholly unprepared for.

He hooked his arm around her waist, drew her to him, and pressed his lips to hers.

Her brain ceased to function.

The moment was both endless and over in an instant, and she vaguely felt his free hand snatch the wand from her grip before he pulled away, dancing out of reach.

"Ha! I win!" He was elated, waving her wand in the air like a trophy.

What had just happened? She could only stand there, dumbstruck.

"That - that's not fair!" She finally managed to stammer.

He gave her a sly look, twirling her wand between his fingers. "Ah ah. We simply agreed to no ancient magic. If you wanted to add more conditions, you should have specified."

Her bafflement was rapidly transitioning into rage. How dare he!

"You know what, Prewett was right. You Slytherins do fight dirty," she huffed, fully aware that she was pouting and being a very sore loser indeed.

He laughed. "Oh, come on! I was simply exploiting an opening. Perfectly reasonable tactics."

He started walking towards her, a glint in his eye that simultaneously gave her butterflies and put her on her guard.

"So, you didn't enjoy it, not even a little bit?" He asked, voice still light.

He slipped her wand back into her hand and she clenched it tightly. She'd felt awfully vulnerable without it.

"Absolutely not." She refused to look at him, staring resolutely at a very interesting suit of armour in the corner.

"So, you absolutely wouldn't want me to do it again?"

She felt her heart skip a beat. What was wrong with her? Part of her mind told her that he was just messing with her to try and get a reaction, whilst the other - the much less rational part - was screaming at her to look at him.

Despite being very much against her better judgement, she turned to face him. He was very close, and was looking at her like that.

"Hm. For someone who is absolutely sure, you're taking an awfully long time to -"

She didn't let him finish. She grabbed his tie and sharply pulled his mouth down to meet hers; to shut him up, she would tell herself, later.

His lips were soft and pliant, and it didn't take him long to master his surprise and bring his hands up to frame her face.

She kissed him greedily, not really sure what had come over her. A spark of excitement twisted in her core as he angled his head to kiss her more deeply.

His thumb brushed across her cheek, leaving fire in its wake, and she felt her whole body shiver when he groaned softly into her mouth, eliciting her own breathless gasp.

They broke apart, breathing heavily. She knew her cheeks must be scarlet and Sebastian's eyes were dark. He looked like he wanted to devour her.

It suddenly felt like too much. Not five minutes ago she'd been ready to blast him across the room. Not able to look at him anymore, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his shoulder. He was pleasantly warm.

"This win still doesn't count," she muttered.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Oh, it definitely does."

#sebastiansallow #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfic

[starlight-strider]

So I should be writing two other posts, but I’ve been inspired to write out a little “Renu’s headcanon Kirby lore” thing about…

Adeleine’s eternal youth

Enjoy

Ribbon wasn’t helping set up for the celebration of the saving of Ripple Star like she knew she should be. She was one of the most important members of fairy society. The Guardian of the Crystal. But she had also been on the entire journey to save the entire universe from destruction, and she needed a break. She looked out of the window of the palace library at the late afternoon scenery. Outside she could see crowds of fairies and some delegates from other planets walking up to a small stage that had been set up for the heroes to give speeches and accept thank-yous on. Ribbon could barely make her out because of how far away the stage was, but she knew she was up there.

Adeleine was the nicest person Ribbon had ever met, and she was so different from everyone else she knew. Adeleine didn’t dress like a girl, and she was tougher than nearly every fairy Ribbon had ever known. She was tall, and could make living paintings. She seemed to be the only member of her kind left. Ribbon sighed as she flipped through the book on lesser known species in the universe. There was nothing about humans in it. She set it down and fluttered back up the shelves. There had to be something. She looked over the titles of books, but didn’t find anything that might have something about humans in it.

“Ribbon? Shouldn’t you be out with your friends?” someone behind her asked, startling her. Ribbon spun around, her wings flittering much faster than normal. Hovering behind her was Velveteen, one of the many fairies that lived in and helped maintain the palace.

“I live here, Vel,” Ribbon said. “Nobody is going to ask me questions.” Velveteen rolled her eyes.

“Ribbon, we all want to know what that battle against Zero Two was like. And you were the only one there besides that overgrown rubber ball!” Velveteen said. Ribbon crossed her arms.

“Don’t call him that, for one,” she said. “His name is Kirby and he’s very nice.” Ribbon looked at the bookshelves beside her and back to Velveteen. “And I’m… also looking for a book. It’s important.” Velveteen perked up.

“What kind of book?” she asked. Ribbon took a deep breath.

“A book with any information at all about humans,” she began. “I met one on this whole journey. She’s possibly the last one there is in the whole universe, but there must have been more of them before. I just need to find out any information on them I can, because she doesn’t really know anything herself.” Velveteen closed her eyes, and then snapped her fingers and pointed at Ribbon.

“Follow me,” she said, flying to the other side of the library. Ribbon followed, watching Velveteen as she flew to a row of dusty looking books that was tucked away into a dimly lit corner. She looked over them, and pulled out a smaller, not very thick book and handed it to Ribbon. She looked at it, wiping some of the dust off the cover.

“‘What are Humans, Anyway?’” Ribbon read off the cover. She looked down at the bottom of the book and gasped. “Queen Ethereal!? How old is this thing?!” Velveteen shrugged.

“A good few millennia,” she said. “But that should have the answers of whatever you’re looking for. Unless it’s about what happened to them. It probably predates the mass extinction.” Ribbon frowned. She wasn’t looking for answers about that, as Shiver Star and Adeleine’s jumpy behavior there was enough to tell her how they all died out.

“Thanks, Vel,” Ribbon said, holding the book close. Velveteen nodded and flew out of the library. Ribbon make her way back over to the small book she had been reading at, and opened the book. She coughed as a cloud of dust billowed up, and blinked rapidly. The table of contents seemed fairly generic, and wasn’t informative at all. Ribbon had heard that Queen Ethereal was empty headed, so she wasn’t surprised about that too much. She flipped through the pages, until she found what she was looking for.

“‘Humans, being a type of large mammal, have very short lifespans,’” she read, her voice cracking as she did. “The typical lifespan of a human seems to be 80 years. They also age very rapidly, which seems to cause this. As such, it’s advised to not get too attached to them.” The dusty old pages of the book quickly became damp as Ribbon weeped. 80 years. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be. Adeleine was so full of life. Ribbon shut the book and put it back where it used to be, landing on the edge of the shelf and flicking her wings to kick up some dust so it didn’t look like it was touched. She fluttered back over to the rest of the books she had grabbed and stuffed them back in their spots, wiping tears from her eyes the whole time. She sighed heavily and turned to leave, when the door to the library creaked open slightly.

“Ribbon? Are you still in here?” Ribbon snapped to attention immediately, blinking the tears from her eyes. Queen Ripple carefully walked into the library, closing the door behind her.

“Yes, your majesty,” Ribbon said. Ripple waved a droopy sleeve at her.

“I told you not to call me that,” she said. “I was just looking for you because everyone else is out there, and you… aren’t.” Ribbon shrugged.

“Didn’t feel like it,” she said. Ripple tilted her head, eyeing Ribbon.

“Really now,” Ripple said. “You seem upset.” Ribbon knew she shouldn’t lie to the queen. She sighed, and flew back over to the place she had been sitting, curling up in one of the soft beanbags. She could feel that she was about to cry again. Ripple sat down in a chair across from her.

“I… It’s…” Ribbon stammered, choking on her words. “Adeleine. She… She’s my best friend. She’s so kind and funny and creative. But… But humans only live for 80 years. Eight zero. That’s… That’s not fair!” Ribbon buried her face in the beanbag, sobbing. She wasn’t sure how long she cried for, but after a while, she felt Ripple gently touch her between her wings.

“That’s horrible, Ribbon,” she said. “But you have her now.” Ribbon violently shook her head.

“But I want her to be my friend forever…” Ribbon said shakily, her wings twitching. Ripple tapped her foot and ran her fingers over the sides of her glasses, which were both tells she was nervous or overwhelmed. She brought her hands together, and sparks of silvery-pink magic crackled in the area above them.

“There isn’t really anything we can do,” she said. Ribbon shook her head and sat up.

“Yeah there is,” she said, and Ripple turned to look at her, her massive wings pointing up.

“What would that be?” she asked. Ribbon cleared her throat and fluttered up to be eye level with Ripple.

“You’re magic,” Ribbon said. “All of us fairies are, but you especially. You can probably just make her stop getting older!” Ripple’s eyes widened in shock. She looked at her hands.

“Ribbon, I’m not sure how that would work,” Ripple said. “I don’t even remember I am magic most of the time.” Ribbon looked down in thought.

“How does your magic work?” Ribbon asked. She had never actually seen Ripple do any magic before. Ripple waved her hand in a circle.

“I just think about something happening to an object or person while touching them, and it happens,” she explained. “Also creating small defensive shields or picking up things without needing to touch them. I’m not close to being full grown yet, so obviously my skills are much more limited now.” Ribbon fluttered closer to Ripple, who took a step back.

“So just think about making Adeleine never get any older and live forever,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please.” Ribbon was shaking. She knew of one other thing she could try, but she wasn’t willing to risk it unless Ripple stubbornly refused. But she was the Crystal’s guardian and now one of the saviors of the universe, and Ripple was always kind. Ripple nodded.

“Alright,” she said. “When I give them the medals at the ceremony later tonight, I’ll do it.” Ribbon smiled, tears welling up in her eyes, and zipped over to Ripple, hugging her.

“Thank you, Queen Ripple,” she said, crying tears of joy. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” She heard Ripple laugh, and then she hugged her back.

“Just Ripple,” she said. Ribbon giggled. She was ecstatic. Adeleine would be okay.

The ceremony was significantly less crowded than what Ribbon had been expecting. All of the people from other planets had left after the initial meeting with the heroes. There were still plenty of fairies though, all of whom understood the importance of ceremonies, especially when crystals were involved as a gift. Ribbon was fluttering around in one of the many halls that led out from the main hall, currently being blocked off by guards with pointy spears made of crystals.

Ribbon peeked out again to see her four friends standing up on the stage, and Ripple behind the stage, taking medals from another fairy who flew off. Ripple looked over and saw Ribbon, and beckoned her over. Ribbon flew over as fast as she could, and hovered beside Ripple. Fanfare played as Ripple began walking up the side stairs, and Ribbon stayed close to her. Ripple presented all of the heroes with a medal. Dedede stuck out his chest as Ripple put his on, and Waddle Dee’s was far too big for him and just fell to the floor. Ripple loosely draped Adeleine’s medal over her, and then put Kirby’s form fitting one on. Ribbon looked nervously at Ripple. She hadn’t done it. She looked over at Kirby, and fluttered up to him, giving him a small kiss as a show of appreciation for all he had done. Kirby didn’t say a word, but blushed deeply and walked across the stage giddily, nearly falling down the stairs.

“Watch out!” Waddle Dee yelled, but Kirby had already tumbled down them. There were a few laughs in the audience. Ribbon looked away bashfully. That was entirely her fault. She looked back over to see Ripple stopping Adeleine from falling after him trying to grab him. She put a hand on Adeleine’s chest close to her heart, and Ribbon saw the sparkles of magic. Adeleine didn’t seem to notice, instead adjusting her medal.

“Now that’s what I call crashing a party,” Dedede said, pointing at Kirby. There was an uproar from the audience, and both Waddle Dee and Adeleine rolled their eyes. Ripple waved both of her hands, her sleeves falling over them as she did.

“Everyone, thank you for attending,” she said. “This is a very special occasion, but I’m sure you’ve all already heard it. Our planet has been freed of Dark Matter, and the rest of the universe saved from it, thanks to these lovely heroes. Including our very own Ribbon!” Everyone cheered, and Ribbon smiled and waved to the crowd. “Now, enough with the thematics. Everyone, make your way to the dining hall for a feast befit for the saviors of the world!” Everyone moved to the hall to the left, with Waddle Dee helping Kirby up, who excitedly ran to the dining hall. Ribbon stayed with Ripple, who followed after everyone else.

“Thank you,” Ribbon said, nearly crying again. Ripple gave her a small smile.

“If it makes you this happy, it couldn’t possibly be bad,” Ripple replied. Ribbon nodded, and flew after her friends. Everyone was already being seated, with the heroes near the head of the table. Ribbon took the seat right next to Adeleine, who had picked up her spoon and was running it over the table as if it were a paintbrush and the table a canvas. She looked over at Ribbon and smiled.

“Hi Ribbon!” she said. “Where were you earlier?” Ribbon flicked her wings and waved a hand dismissively.

“Just doing my required ‘Guardian of the Great Crystal of Ripple Star’ stuff,” she said. Adeleine laughed.

“You should’ve been out there,” Adeleine told her. “Everyone was so nice! I mean, they asked some weird questions. Like about wh… well, that doesn’t really matter.” Ribbon could tell what it was based off how her tone changed. Someone asked her about the extinction of humanity. Ribbon smiled to herself. Now they would never have to worry about humans truly going extinct.

“Hey Adeleine?” Ribbon asked. Adeleine looked at her inquisitively.

“Yeah?” she replied, her beret slightly falling off her head.

“You’re my best friend!” Ribbon declared. Adeleine smiled wider than Ribbon had seen her smile.

“You’re my best friend too!” she said. Ribbon giggled, and kicked her feet happily while her wings fluttered.

“We’ll be best friends forever,” Ribbon said. Adeleine smiled at that. She didn’t understand the serious weight they had to them.

“Forever is a long time,” Adeleine said, “are you sure about that?” Ribbon laughed to herself.

“I’m absolutely certain,” Ribbon said very matter of factly. “Forever.” Adeleine gently tussled Ribbon’s hair, and Ribbon stuck her wings out and immediately went to fix it. As she did, the food was brought out, and everyone began to eat. Adeleine grabbed a small sandwich off a passing by plate and scarfed it down. Ribbon grabbed a bowl of fruit salad, and watched Adeleine as she talked with Dedede across the table. Her eyes were full of bright, youthful energy.

And Ribbon didn’t even have to cherish it in that moment.

Wow that was a lot longer than I intended it to be, whoops

So uhh… yeah. Ribbon just really likes her new friend. Adeleine never really finds out about this. She isn’t even aware of how much time is going by. Also yes, Ribbon is supposed to seem ever so slightly sinister! Fairies aren’t usually the good guys in folklore, you know

Adeleine only finds out much, much later on when she says she can’t believe so much has happened in just a couple years and is informed that it’s been centuries years since Zero Two was an issue. Susie then tells her that she should be much older than she is, and Adeleine obviously has a freak out over that

But does she ever find out it was Ribbon..?

(Also because you liked this concept and were the one who actually finally gave me the motivation [and set up] to post it- @desultory-novice. Obviously had to compress it a ton in that comment because of character limit)

“Hey Ribbon?” Adeleine asked her fairy friend as they laid in the grass. Everyone else was at Dedede’s castle welcoming the Beast Pack to visit, but Adeleine wanted nothing to do with anything related to the New World. Instead she had decided to go out into the fields with Ribbon and spend the day that way.

“Yeah?” Ribbon replied. Adeleine twiddled her thumbs as she looked up at the sunny blue sky of Pop Star.

“How long is forever?”

#renu writes #thanks for reading this was super fun to write #um anyway tag time yippee #kirby #kirby series #kirby headcanons #kirby fanfic #kirby 64 #ribbon kirby #adeleine kirby #adeleine #kirby fairy queen #uhh no tags for the others because they aren’t as important #also while ethereal is purely headcanon lore stuff #velveteen is actually one of my super headcanoned on to versions of one of the random background fairies in the cutscenes! #the one with lilac hair in the opening one

[ciaossu-imagines]

As you lovelies might have seen on other posts, depending on how the shuffled queue puts these out, I spread the Disney love from the Disney day of the event around to all my various fandoms! For The Outsiders, I loved thinking about and then writing about what Disney World hotels each Greaser would love the most, if they ever became rich enough to go to modern day Disney World! I hope you wonderful people enjoy!

I really do strongly headcanon Darry as being someone who is into architecture. He might not know all the technical terms and all the different styles and such, but he appreciates them all and does want to learn more about architecture. He went to work helping build houses, so houses and architecture and buildings became an interest of his that spun into a passion. Because of his love for architecture, his favourite Disney hotel is one that has some unique architectural features. He really loves the Animal Kingdom Villas, even if he can’t afford to stay in them. He’s especially a fan of Kidani Village.

Sodapop just can’t relax and feel right if the hotel’s too fancy-smancy, unlike his brothers. He prefers simple and comfortable and a less fancy atmosphere suits him best. Not only are the cabins at Fort Wilderness simple and rustic, but the resort also allows him to go trail riding and to really be around and interact with horses in a very rustic, nature-filled setting. It’s not something he really gets much of but it’s something he truly loves, so that has to be his favourite by far.

Ponyboy actually does have a taste for the elegant and fancy of bygone ages. There’s just something that really hits him, emotionally and mentally, about that architectural style and those kinds of surroundings. Because of that, he definitely would prefer a statelier hotel. I think the Grand Floridian really attracts Ponyboy’s attention and he would be really pulled to everything about that hotel. The others might tease him about it, but everything about it just hits him perfectly.

Steve cares more about a hotel’s amenities than what the hotel itself looks like. He isn’t going to be someone who spends a lot of time just lazing around in the room and only cares about whether he’ll have fun and interesting things to do. Because he is someone who really loves sports and being physical, it’s no surprise that his favourite Disney World hotel ended up being the All-Star Sports Resort. He really likes the arcade at that one, but also the theming and the jogging trails there. He and the boys also definitely goof around at the playground and get told off by at least a handful of parents.

Dally honestly doesn’t give too much of a shit about the hotel he stays at. He really doesn’t. He’ll be fine in any of them, especially since he’s mostly using them as a place to lay his head and has plans on stealing everything he can from them anyway. What matters the most to Dally is the parks since that’s what he’s there for. His favourite land in Disney World is Hollywood Studios so he does prefer the hotels that are within walking distance of that land. Out of those, I think he has a mild preference for the Boardwalk Inn, mostly for its pool. He really enjoys that waterslide and definitely races with the other boys to see who has the fastest time going down it.

Johnny is a lot like Soda in that he can’t really get comfortable in a lot of the hotels. They’re just a little too fancy for him and he’d enjoy roughing it just a bit more. He’s also like Soda in that he loves Fort Wilderness, but Johnny, who is used to sleeping on the ground, actually prefers the campsites at Fort Wilderness. He finds camping fun and it’s made all the better by the lush forest and all the interesting things that the resort has going on. He’d also be a big fan of the recreation options at the resort as well, especially the trails, the nightly bonfires, and he’d actually turn out to enjoy and be fairly good at archery.

Two-Bit really enjoys the novelty and fun of the really heavily themed resorts. He doesn’t want fancy luxury but instead would opt for smaller rooms but more fun surroundings. Because of this, he’s really fond of Disney’s ‘All-Star’ resorts. However, his absolute favourite has to be the Pop Century Resort, for it’s bright colours and whimsical theming. Plus, it has the Skyliner, which Two-Bit really does enjoy just a tad too much as he rides it every day they’re there.

#unrequested prompts #the outsiders #darrel curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #dally winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #headcanons #disney

[muzzleroars]

hello do you have any v2 headcanons. i love the Heem

v2.....my tragic little child i DEFINITELY have thoughts....

tbh something about v2 just REALLY gets to me, and i think it's just the fact that this thing never had a chance - it was created to recoup losses on the v-series when the war ended but that was desperate, unworkable, and so it got shelved while the new peace continued undisturbed without it. and when humanity is lost, it goes into hell with the rest of the machines but what can it do when faced by something like v1, a being that was made for this? v2 is in v1's world, it has to meet it on v1's terms, and so it could never succeed. like everything in its life, it lost before it even began, already obsolete before it can prove itself.

i've talked about it before of course, but v1 is the machine turned animal, it has embraced its errors and has spun off from its programming long ago, while v2 is digging its nails into its protocol, doing everything it can to stay "sane" when nothing in the world is. v2 forever wants to be the enforcer of peace, it still wants to show what it can do even though there's no one to see it now. in a way, it lives in a fantasy, proving something only to itself by somehow trying to find a way to enact order in hell. it never got its chance and so it's taking it now, in a dead world that can't be at peace where it will never be acknowledged. and its programming is going bad too, it's culling any code that could be errant without much oversight because it wants perfection...and its convinced itself this isn't for survival, that it's not scavenging for blood but instead bringing back the new peace. it destroys other machines and it slaughters husks, but only because they're hostile, they insist on engaging, and at this point it doesn't really understand they can be no other way. and as far as v1 goes, it isn't fighting it just to prove it can win, that it was always the superior model, but because a war machine is its antithesis. if v1 exists, there will never be peace.

and it gets stuck on that.

it challenges v1 a second time not just from hurt pride, but because every bit of its programming has fixated on it and the alarms are constant now, the war is advancing and it's killing everything in its wake. v2 is failing. it finally has its chance, and it's letting everyone down. and too, a lot like what i discussed with gabriel, this is leading to a breakdown in its identity. its potential was a promise, it was a dream it had, it ran so many simulations of the good work it could do, would do, but v1 tears it apart, it shatters what holds up its mental framework. and so v2 really can do nothing else but challenge it again. it needs to win, to stop the war, to be the machine it was made to be decades ago, to be who it always imagined itself to be. but that second encounter proves it only ever really was imagination. it was never true. it aspired and it fell short, the world it made for itself fell apart just as it died.

its life is just so unfair, and that kind of thing really gets to me with ai characters ;o; BUT i want to end this on a...lighter? note, and also give a more proper list of headcanons rather than just characterization so!!

v2 is very skilled with modifications and building due to it trying to find purpose when its usage for the new peace was falling through. it wants to do whatever it can to remain relevant, so it used its incredible mind to devour information on hardware construction and how to improve machines. it didn't really ever get the chance to show this off either, however, since no one ever knew it taught itself so much and so never asked for its help.

it's probably obvious, but v2 is a much more introspective being than v1 and it has a more powerful imagination. its mind is modeled quite similarly, but it had the proper limitations placed on it and it was given much more exposure to human thought models to help it relate to people better. so v2 is actually kind of dreamy and spends a lot of time in its head (but don't mistake this for sensitivity - v2 is a dreamer, but it has an extremely tough shell and it doesn't share its deeper internal life. both because it never wants to project weakness and because well...its strong imagination isn't really shared with other machines. they wouldn't get it).

however, much like v1, v2 is naturally very curious and it needs a lot of stimulation for its massive mind - it enjoys playing and it automatically understands how to limit itself unlike v1. it's quite competitive and it would endlessly challenge someone to another round after another round if anyone would humor it. and although it's sort of supposed to be programmed to not win every time, it's found ways to circumvent that.

talks. talks a lot. it has so many thoughts and it wants to articulate every single one!! it also quickly forms opinions of anything and everything, so that's even more to say!! mostly this is talking incessantly to the terminals, who are as quiet as ever but obviously very much enjoy the company. it also speaks many more languages than v1.

v2 has good posture. just. it still stands upright and any modifications it makes are seamless (v1, by contrast, has a goofy neck and silly posture because of weird code and weird modifying on its part)

it has a sense of aesthetics, another thing many machines have no concept of. it can actually look at any of the art in hell and get something out of it, and it alone understands the surrounding area as "unpleasant". additionally, this led to some of its agitation in limbo, as it was an exceedingly uncanny place (creeped out not in a fear sense but in a "thanks! i hate it" sense lol)

#I GOTTA CUT MYSELF OFF OR ELSE..... #talking about v2 honestly makes me so sad uwaahhh #adding it to the collection of characters that get to live #doing the 'found family but it sucks' thing with all of them lol #cake answers

[pastafossa]

so i've asked briefcasejuice about this already but i'd also like your take too - since you're part of the daredevil tumblr fandom council and all ...

I'm writing this scene and one of my ocs asks matt if he can handle spicy food and i wanted him to explain this whole thing about pain receptors in his mouth being "sensitive"... and how he hated pineapple because of the bromelain...(the substance that breaks up the protein in your mouth, that's why it's tingly)

and then my oc asks about like regular "body" pain since touch is after all one of the senses of his that have been heightened, and he explains something along the lines of even if the feeling of pain is heightened -- his body isn't actually weaker or more sensitive - so while he gets injured like anyone else he feels the pain of those injuries differently (more). over time he has gotten used to it but its still something he's working on as he hurts himself worse with every fight.

WHAT I'M GETTING AT is that i came to @briefcasejuice about this because they're very knowledgeable about matt stuff and comic matt especially, and they told me it did sound pretty accurate - so now i guess i just want to know -

how do you interpret or view matt's sensibility when it comes to pain - and if it came up in TRT (which maybe it did and i forgot oops?) how would you write it out?

and btw - congrats on the mango thing!! what's next on the fruit discovery journey 🤨 (what else can i be shocked that you didn't try)

Ok first of I love the idea of a Daredevil tumblr fandom council, because now I've got the image of all of us gathered solemnly to talk about DD fandom topics and headcanons like

Second off, ooooh this is a good question. I can't remember if I've ever gotten deep into it in TRT, although it'll probably come up eventually. But I absolutely agree with @briefcasejuice, and with your take on it. This seems right, for a couple reasons, including my own experience with pain.

So a lot of this is based on my own issues (and one of the reasons I relate really strongly to Matt's sense of touch, touch starvation, and pain, and when writing generally include him being comforted and going near comatose beneath gentle touch). Without getting too specific, due to chronic pain and health problems, I experience something called allodynia - "pain due to a stimulus that does not normally provoke pain." Basically, my nerves are all spun up to 11 and even light sensation often reads as pain, regardless of whether I'm actually hurt - Matt's comment about 'cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin'? I get that, cause rough fabric's painful to me (another ex: put icy hot on my skin once, just about clawed it off my arm because I was convinced something had gone wrong and it was burning me). And on bad days, even very soft fabrics or, hell, a breeze, any sensation anywhere I have nerves feel like bits of glass grinding into a burn. Best explanation I have for a really bad day. And we know Matt's sense of touch is heightened. So I often think he feels a lot like me, and how you described it feels right.

Everything hurts more, even if you're not being hurt more, and even if your body's strong enough physically to take whatever's being done. Physically, there's no reason his body can't handle cotton sheets, or a food with acid, and God knows the man can take a punch. Functionally, his body is fine. But his nerves don't act that way. They send way more signals than they need to, and sure, this helps if he's trying to use them to his own advantage, but it also means he's left wide open to a far higher degree of pain from stimuli that most of us would consider more minor (pineapple, in this case) along with the pain we all regularly avoid.

Does he mostly block it out? Yes. Especially on a day to day, to the point where he may actually miss smaller injuries because he's focused on tuning out other, larger pains. I know I do - your brain eventually just goes 'oh new baseline and I still need to live so Imma put everything below it into the background so it doesn't stop us doing what we need to'. I hug people, I touch things that are rough, I use hot water with the dishes, and if I focus on it, I remember that it hurts a bit, but I've learned to tune that out for the most part. Much like me, Matt's dealt with this for years, so while he does what he can (soft sheets, avoiding certain foods, wearing certain types of clothes), he's gotten used to a lot of the day to day stuff he can't avoid, though like you said, as the injuries pile up, it just gets worse and worse as that pain stacks. Some of it might be tempered by surges of adrenaline and endorphins (why I theorize he can fight even when injured - tune it out thanks to all the practice, PLUS fighting so ferociously that his body pumps him up until he can ignore it, at least until he crashes afterwards, and crashes hard), but he's definitely feeling it far, far worse.

So I basically think it's likely, especially when pain is stacking, that he's just made a bunch of calculations for his everyday life on what's worth the pain and what isn't - certain foods? No point. Cotton sheets? No point. There is no benefit, and so he comfortably avoids it, whereas going out to fight he generally always sees as worth it since there's a tangible benefit. Those calculations at least are something we all do every day - we decide the pain of a tattoo or working out or that sour candy is worth it cause it gives us something we like. Matt just takes it up to 11. I can absolutely see him taking something like, say, pineapple - tingly and acidic - and not only feeling pain when eating it but also just literally running the mental math and going, 'yeah not worth it' because he's in enough pain day to day thanks to injuries and other things he can't avoid.

In summary: you're right and I headcanon Matt operates much like someone who's been dealing with allodynia for a while, which means he'd feel more pain from stimuli even if it's not hurting him, so he chooses things in his day-to-day to avoid and then just throws himself into the pain on big things and hopes the endorphins and adrenaline will help him tune it out.

LASTLY THANK YOU ON THE MANGO! I cannot BELIEVE I went so long without knowing how fucking delicious they were. New fruits I haven't tried that are on my list now that I realized I need to find if there are MORE DELICIOUS UNKNOWNS LIKE MANGOS: boysenberries, figs, grapefruit, guava, kumquats, passionfruit, papaya, prickly pears, and satsumas!

#daredevil #matt murdock #headcanon #allodynia #this is how i treat matt's dealing with pain anyway #i know it's not exact so i often make some adjustments #but there's just things he's said or done that resonate too much for my brain not to go 'like me??? matt is like me???' #which is strangely comforting #and so i've used a lot of personal experience to fill in the gaps on how he might operate in his day to day #and how he might function #in that he's YES more sensitive to pain even if there's not technically more pain #he just FEELS it more and his nerves TELL him it hurts more even if it's NOT hurting more #on the up (down?) side he can probably stand getting stitched up easily because he's felt way WAY more pain so it barely registers #because he's so used to tuning out even more pain so his brain's used to filing that away #BUT #when his concentration is down or he's tired that gets harder #same during injury stacking which'll only get worse as he gets older #either way he'd look at shit like pineapple and just go 'uh no that hurts I'll pass' because there's no good reason to eat it #we joke about matt's catholicism making him suffer and I joke about it too but #i think in reality he'd do these subtle little avoids for stuff like this unless he was REALLY depressed or in I Am Stick mode #or just has a good reason #and on some bad days he probably can't stand being touched tbh and would barely be able to drink room temp water (cold = pain) #at least it means the reverse it true - he'd absolutely melt beneath gentle touch or pleasant things or fleecy soft fabric #and sometimes even on bad days if you touch him *very* gently he'll tolerate the pain because he knows #that the oxytocin he gets from affectionate touch helps dull the sting just a little #(i realize this sounds bad ya'll can hug me if you see me at the con i won't turn them down i like hugs they're worth the sting)

[saltedsolenoid]

Ahshes! by SaltedSolenoid

Fandoms: {MCU: Mutual Cinematic Universe} {Witch's Heart}

Tags: Archer/@guy0509 x Ahse Bradley | sorry for the bad spelling! wrote this at midnight lol | crossover fic | oneshot | no proofreading we die like everyone in witch's heart | based off a comment by @thatonegaybastard | thankies all readers!

501 words

[Archer looks at his thoughts about Ashe and has a 'revelation,' i guess?]

(It had been 288 days now.

Being an oversimplified character in a fandom full of theorizers, perhaps Archer sympathized with the fellow. Perhaps they found him silly. Internally, in his own only slightly-beating heart, Archer was able to see that it was all an act, of themself and of Ahse, the one that he held so close.

To be different, Archer thinks, is what’s necessary for Ahshe to be so compelling.

A suncatcher turns the rays of that star ever so far away into rainbows, spattered on the walls and ground. It diverts the layers that the Sun holds and turns them into what can be seen in a different way, metaphorically and physically. 

Archer would love to hold Ass to the sun and watch him burn and scream, watch the colors he beholds.

How putrid!

With an arm previously acting as a pillow underneath her head, Archer sat up, admiring their Crocs. Teal, almost metallic, reminding him of Ashie’s gorgeous locks. He looked around his room; a poster saying “Him I Love” in barely-readable, scrawled cursive, and nothing else on the walls. It was dim in here, and felt empty. So strange! 

Archer thinks to themselves, head in their knees. Xe could bother Piper, in the other room, but fleur’s likely too busy either strangling Ash or staring at a picture of Claire they hung up on the wall. 

Sighh… nothing to do. But! Think about Ashehe, Archer thinks, kicking their feet with excitement.

They think, and think, until he finally realizes he can think of Ashe no more. Wbat… what? 

What the hell is this? Had her brain run dry? Ashe was always there, cheering xem on, being spun from the ceiling fan by his brain, what was this? This couldn’t be happening. 

Archer stood up, shaking, searching for Ashe. Behind the Him I Love poster? No. With Piper? No. Outside the window? No! Flushed down the toilet! No, no, thousand times, no! What’s going on? What’s going on, Archer can’t stand any more, seeing the hell of No Ashe opening up before her eyes, hands trembling, he reaches out, ripping open the abyss, searching for any semblance of comfort left.

But there was none there. Ashe had taken it all. Ashe had run from the mansion that was Archer’s heart, and left a void.

A void, and in the corner of that void, was hope. Would Ashe truly leave with no trace, Archer realized, and thought further into the idea? No, no. He’d leave something behind. He isn’t one to not say goodbye… or is he? Remember the conclusion, remember the mansion, remember his family. Remember.

“Remember what?” ahse spoke from behind Archer.

They turn around with a fright. 

“I wouldn’t leave you. So unlike me!”

Ashe shook hands with Archer, still in awe of what had just happened. Is Archer just supposed to take this as something that happened?

Yes, yes he is. And he’ll find the strength to move forward, in the end of it all. )

AUTHOR'S NOTE

sorry about this lol! i summoned this out of thin air in less than 30 minutes right before i went to sleep, thus has a lot of headcanons, hope this works!

#this actually ended up being longer than the original stripes #huh #i like stripes more but. whatever! #things that i write

[ladyshivs]

Eviction Notice

Fandom: Fallen Hero: Rebirth (all disclaimers to Malin Rydén)

WC:~3299

Pairing: none

Tags: Retribution spoilers, headcanon heavy, farm headcanons, regina, canon typical angst, mental manipulation, brief suicidal thoughts, POV change

Richard is forcibly removed from the premises. 

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The world dipped sharply. Spun left and then like a stray leaf caught by a particularly aggressive wind, twirled viciously. The frequency of the alarm was just right enough. Wrong enough to send shockwaves through Regina’s scattered senses, the high pitch squeal forcing her vision to go double and drag hideously around the office. Someone, impossible to tell if it was Ricardo or Daniel, shouted and bolted for the door. Not a dampener. They didn’t need dampeners. Not just a dampener this was new. Whatever this was sunk devilishly recurved barbs into his mind and yanked at him. Ripping flesh from bone. Ripping mind from mind.

Jerking free a rotting tooth that had been left to fester for far too long. Scoring out the infected tissue from the depths of her gums. Trying to at least.

Richard forced Regina’s eyes shut. Dove back into her brain with a nauseating dip that her empty stomach had nothing left to sacrifice to beside foamy bitter bile filling her mouth. He had just enough tendrils to feel her body slump to the floor like a sack of garbage, and that it would be hell to try and walk again in it, but at the moment he had bigger issues.

The vast cavernous void of her mind echoed numbingly with the siren. Whale song in the deep. Cold and alien. Whatever was buried in it clung like sewage to the bottoms of his feet. Easy to shake off at first if he focused, but it kept coming back. Kept sticking. And once it stuck it began to pull with a sound like a crusted bandage being ripped away. There was another ripping, not from his.

Richard felt his heart stop. Felt her heart stop. That.

Not human instincts. They didn’t have to be, they still worked, they still had their jobs to do. Every survival instinct inscribed on every manufactured line of DNA in his body screamed.

Not alone.

Not alone, there among the looming pillars of her mind.

A far more wretched thing singing a harmony of agony in return. He scrambled his way along her shifting bucking endless dark. Feet coming out from under him, knees slamming down again and again, the seabed of her black abyssal Mariana Trench was unpredictable and suddenly shifting violently under him. Sending him skittering like a cockroach on a boat deck. Not alone. Not anymore. Row after row of hulking, dead consoles. Getting pulled down now by the feet. Ankles. Knees. He’d gotten something very wrong. Whatever he had done, the drugs, the psychic interference, the physical trauma. Something else was spreading out through her systems. Creeping kudzu vines, leeching the life out of everything it touched. More connections failing, slow and subtle. No.

Not him, this wasn’t his work, not something he had done. Careening out his whip thin control. Whatever that frequency was, it was pulling at the seams of where Regina ended and he began, exposing the stiches and pulling harder to open the smallest of gaps. The thinnest of entry points. Letting something. Someone.

His stomach tried to buck again, terror lancing through the hollow spaces of his bones, pressing out against the cobwebs. Something was trying to flicker on.

What drugs were left in her system were being metabolized. No. No, that had happened long ago she. Not alone, something from his mind insisted, trembling in the dark. Crying for a non-existent mother to come save it. The only worse thing than trembling alone in the dark was being lost in the dark with something else. Richard’s mind threatened to go blank with the full body rictus of a rabbit confronted by the sound of snarling. The unseen enemy at the edge of the lightless world. Scrambling to make an excuse. A reason. A. He went down a mental checklist, hoping in his blind panic to find what it was.

She was hurting. Badly. There was something in the alarm that was trying to end his possession of her. There was that great, hideous chitinous thing he had felt when he first entered her mind, and it had resumed searching fruitlessly in the dark for him. Hoping in its dumb animal way that he might fumble upon it and be sucked into its gnashing maw. That his hands might grope blindly until he either felt serrated teeth or. They weren’t what mattered. She didn’t matter. Her mind didn’t matter. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered in the world was that something had slipped in along with the muck.

He wasn’t alone in there. The only place it could have come from was.

Seductive panic, vying to take over until he reached. Clutched. White knuckled at the first control panel he could sense that seemed to still be in working order.

A steady thrum. Familiar. Too familiar. Not her mind. Not his own, but slick back of the throat terror.

A flurry of searing cold slush coated the depths of his lungs and sunk them low towards his kneecaps. Joints freezing over. It was familiar. It was his. Not her mind, not just her mind. The thought wrenched at his ribs, stretching him thin on the rack. Waiting for the hammer strike. Focus. He had to focus, if he didn’t focus. Fingers slid along the smooth and cool and unending. Her eyes. He knew her eyes, he could control her eyes. And if he could just get her eyes working, he could.

Eyes flickered on.

Not her eyes. Inwards. Downwards. Richard could feel hot slick liquid on his hands. His face? His blood, blood not in his body, not in this body, back somewhere far away, shrieked in his veins. Leaking out. Broken, bleeding, spread out thin. Knives in every nerve ending marking the road map to making him. Eyes on him, peeling back his skin, inspecting...

Recognition. Rage. Obscene enough to bleed into the beautiful. Paralytic in the unadulterated purity of its hatred.

Closing in on him. Clenching down on him in that endless awful falling splintering glass impacting and breaking, shattering and the sheer gut wrenching, bone splitting terror of oh god oh god slipping out his mind and nestling into.

No. NO he could fight this he could fight it he could win. Freezing himself over in a last ditch attempt to keep it out. Keep her out. Ice crystals pumping into the congealing, pulling slime. Stemming the flow. Blood coagulating. Encasing him. Buried alive in ice but protected. Shielded; preserved in a glacier for future generations to examine. The sound he was making was verging out of human and into a primal range, tearing at his throat.

There was a return volley. Skinning him alive and forcing bare viscera into blistering over the flames and tight, tight like he could never make it, tight like his fingers had slipped on the knots, like he had tried and failed so many nights, constricting his throat, hadn’t he wanted, hadn’t he tried, wasn’t it what he deserved, it would be easy, it would be so simple clean solve everything all his problems end all the pain. End all of it. End Regina. End himself. End all of the things he was doing to all the people he loved.

How was it here?

--

“Fuck,” under his breath, heavy, lost in the screaming sirens. Another sound jostled by sharp elbows in the gathering throng. “Mierda,”

“Shit,” Daniel’s voice was an echo, rebounding off his own mounting distress. Swearing heavily somewhere behind him and Ricardo swung back around hard to face him. The door was a lost cause anyway, the biometric scanner whining pitifully, like a kicked dog, when he tried the handle. Stupid. He shouldn’t have rushed it. Latent sparks still zipped balefully along the metal. Whoever grabbed it next was in for a nasty surprise. He’d discharged too much into the system, but it took what he poured in and ate, ravenous and dead all at once. The smoking metal didn’t reassure him much. Likely sending dangerous signals to an unknown dungeon to whichever Torquemada was on standby. Someone who wasn’t the Director was in her office. There would be security coming. Quickly.

The smell of ozone was filling the room. Coming from him. Taking everything in him not to just haul off and. Drew it in. Held it. Held it sharp and hard and crackling between his kidneys.

The draft of a fake interview. Half of it was real. Just enough to make it seem legitimate to someone who knew him. To give it his voice and make it seem natural. Real enough, so that when they went in and edited the lines to talk about Sidestep, it would be that much harder for Richard to tell where the lies began. They hadn’t asked in the interview. He didn’t think they did. He couldn’t even remember all of the real questions because he had been just plastered enough to get through it without making a complete idiot of himself. Someone else on the PR team had handled giving out the information for the graveside gathering and speeches and. The photo was of him. Clipped from somewhere else and airbrushed to be next to flawless. Looking relaxed and pleasant and smiling back at the camera. The fake question of how he was doing without sidestep. The fake answer that he’d been doing ‘oh? fine, obviously’ that it was tragic to lose young blood, a sidekick, but that these things can’t be helped sometimes. The nature of the game. Dismissive. Changing the subject to his latest scandalous paramour.

Ricardo felt something pinch at the base of his spine and he dipped deep into it, feeling his muscles tense. His nerves zipped with barely contained energy stinging in his knuckles. Tesla coil snaps, faint but threatening between his fingers. He and Daniel be able to break through the walls if they needed to but. His thoughts hit a different wall harder.

“Ricardo,” Daniel’s voice, edged with panicked filigree. Richard—Regina—was seizing. Head moved off of the floor and onto Daniel’s lap for the moment, but muscle spasms running wild, Regina’s chest bucking. A thunderclap of something related to shock. Drawn inwards and wrestled down into submission. The space between his kidneys was occupied. This got to take up the section under his diaphragm. Tonic-clonic. Would it break the possession? Was it because Richard was curb stomping something delicate in her brain or because of the siren? Daniel’s eyes were looking through the body on his lap, staring at something miles away at the core of the earth. Face slipping on a mask that Ricardo had absolutely no time to inspect. Above and around them the sirens continued wailing.

Were those footsteps in the hallway?

“We need to get back to the hangar,” shit, that was bad. Was that bad? He had no way of knowing if Richard was even still inside of that body. Whatever was being blasted out with those sirens had dropped him like a sack of flour—had he hit her head on the way down? Was he stuck in there? The spaces between his ribs were filling with lightning, setting his teeth on edge. He could feel the static driving in needles at the back of his neck. There was a flash, blink and you’d miss it, thought. The after image lingered behind his eyelids. Getting too old for this.

“I don’t think he was finished with,” Daniel started, shifting on the ground, still making sure the skull in his lap didn’t slam itself into so much jelly. Ricardo bit back some of the venom in his throat. Some of it. Not directed at Daniel. “He said something about labs,”

“Does he look up and at ‘em to you?” still burned in his throat all the same. Daniel’s face folded, almost an ugly expression taking over. No, that was absolutely a glare. But he didn’t argue. “Whatever he got done will have to be enough,” Not letting him die here. Screaming in the center of his chest—he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Whatever it took.

He couldn’t fail Richard this time.

Absolutely footsteps downstairs. Evacuating, Ricardo realized with a sharp burst of adrenaline. Not coming into her office to get them. Bad. Not as bad as it could be unless someone came to try and evacuate them. The alarm was relentless but there was a cloud of sound rising to meet it just beyond the walls of her office. Running. Barked conversations and rushing feet, muffled, confused conversation. Not a chaotic evac. Clearly the alarm wasn’t just for fire. How many people worked here?

A grim ball of static crept up his gullet. How many people’s lives were being risked? Whether by being left behind to whatever had triggered the alarm, or purposefully cut short.

Too many souls. Theirs might really be among them if this went any further south.

It stung. It hit right between the eyebrows and twisted, and Richard would have been proud of him for thinking it anyway. Damn him. Richard could have taken home first prize in the state fair worrying competition, but his fears weren’t unfounded. The paranoia was anything but ungrounded. Something slipped internally and a hard arc lanced off of his right hand onto his left. The air snapped out of rhythm with it.

Continents shifted in the time it took the seizure to end but before they could even begin to settle, Daniel was lifting Regina’s body. A ragdoll thrown in the gutter and left for the rats to have their way with. The breathing was ragged. Unconscious?

No. No, thank God, waking up. The slender hand was reaching up to touch Daniel’s cheek. Eyes still closed, breathing still unsteady and ragged. Mouth. Wait. Ricardo’s thoughts fizzled. And then sparked back to life. Lips spreading too hard and too wide and twisted into something not right, not remotely right, not reaching for Daniel’s cheek, reaching for his throat. Fingers wrenching themselves into claws in slow motion to grip his windpipe and.

--

The glacier calved, shotgun fire blast reverberating through the beds of his fingernails. Shattering the ice. Slammed into the water with all the force of a meteor, dragging him down. Cement around his ankles, following him down. Back. Out.

All the way.

Dark tight knees to his chest screaming nowhere no air for the sound to go clawing digging soft. Softness over hard. Fabric covering metal. Metal? Nausea. Purge caught in his esophagus, and it was the sour sting that got him. Biliary savior, because he could exhale from his nose. A clear sinus. Muted sirens. Breathe in. He swallowed a massive gulp of air, chest searing with the pain of sudden expansion. Not drowning. Not dying. Not. No broken nose meant. Breathe out.

Ah beans. He clenched his eyelids shut and then forced them open against the crusty seals.

Not in Regina. In his own body, in his own armor? Shoved into the cramped compartment just behind the fuselage and bundled up in what felt like fifty miles of blankets. Soaking in sweat, although the suit had been doing its best. There was oxygen there, but low, and lower still from his screaming. Pitch black, but at least when his hands swatted out in front of him, he could feel the edges of the hatch that clearly led out.

He was allowed a few moments of bleary, newborn blinking before the panic slammed home into his solar plexus and made all of his limbs react at once. In different directions, but the effort was there, drenched in panic, peeling off the blankets that Daniel had so carefully mummified him in. When had? How had? Daniel must have somehow.

Nails on a chalkboard. All of his thoughts sat down in unison, attention turned to the front of the classroom, ready to be scolded by their teacher.

Heartbreak. In her head. In his head. Which was enough to send him spiraling again but. Not the time. She—it—had come out of hiding, clawed its way out of the fetid bottomless pit that he kept fastidiously tucked away in the corner of his mind. And slipped into Regina when he was dragged out. The siren that had tried to rake him out with the leaves had opened enough gutter space for that mind to slither in. Richard very carefully and delicately placed his panic into a plain cardboard box and shoved it under a mental bed to be forgotten about until some distant moving day. Not now. His nerves had fully been drenched in adrenaline for far too long and, unable to process any more, had decided to give up.

Nauseated, but not panicking. However, dread perked its ears up and began wagging its tail, ready to be acknowledged.

Richard was more than glad to.

Going to die. He needed to get back inside, or they were going to die. They shouldn’t have come. Neither of them, any of them. And now Ricardo and Daniel both were trapped inside. Reckless, selfish, selfless fucking heroes the both of them. Because they wouldn’t just accept that it would be better off without him. That they would be better off with him dead and gone. Daniel with his fucking promises and proposals. Manipulative and naïve hope for the future and the belief that anyone, not anyone, not just anyone but him of all people, the face from his nightmares, could be saved. His Daniel. And. Ricardo.

Ricardo, that he had begged for in the same breath as death when he had been on the brink.

The nightmare scenario. Not a nightmare, not a hallucination.

That smoldering, evil spark of hope that had been consuming him from the inside out lately sent off a smoke signal of distress.

He had to get back inside.

There was no sound from outside, save for the distant wail for the siren. An evacuation alarm, now that he could actually focus on it. Not to the hangars. They’d be streaming towards the parking lots. Cold comfort when he didn’t even know for certain what had set it off. Nothing that the three of them had been up to. Confident in that.

The door to the compartment he’d been stowed away in popped off with a satisfying crunch under his boot. Piping back up in the back of his brain was the unhelpful but still urgent thought that Daniel must have dressed him. Gotten his limp linguini body into the Mad Dog armor. The fact that Bo had given it over didn’t linger long. Richard analyzed the fact, turned it over in his palm once or twice, and then carefully placed it down before it could start biting. Boris’ day had already been so goddamn weird, why not Herald helping his boss into his villain armor? No time left to give a spare moment to being upset about it.

He was Here. In his armor, with the Rat King perking up, confused by the sirens but scampering over his brain seeking comfort. A small nudge and softer tone. A gentle hand and they settled, contented, ready. The nanovores spiraling like an arctic ocean current, waiting for the thaw. Climbing out of the back of the plane into the empty hangar, shedding blankets from around his shoulders like a magician doing a bad trick, leaving only his cape on his shoulders as he began sprinting.

That new frequency of theirs had been a nasty little surprise. Mad Dog had nastier ones. The boosts provided by the Rat King and Mortum’s armor combined into a lovely little twist that spread out into a mental cat o nine tails and lashed out, the not-a-dampener fizzling out right around the same time as he crossed the threshold back into hell.

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[sweetlywriting]

Kissing and affection headcanons~

Includes-Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia, Riddle Rosehearts, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Kalim Al Asim

Leona Kingscholar-

Leona loves kissing your neck

He can feel your pulse and the poke of collar bone, and he’ll often greet you with a small peck on the neck

When he’s not in the mood to be nice nips turn to rather painful bites

He likes the light red that it makes, like a necklace of bites around your neck

He’ll try spooking you with them, randomly coming back behind you and suprise you with a lazy bite

He thinks the way you jump is rather cute. When he’s feeling more vulnerable he’ll let you do the same

He likes it when he also has the red marks on his neck

Pda is also a huge yes

Azul Ashengrotto-

Always kissing your Hands!! 

It’s elegant and gentlemanly say hello to you with a swift kiss on your hand

Sometimes he’ll give it a little bite just to see red on your face

In public he has a reputation to maintain so he’s not very fond of public affection

Behind closed doors he’s rather touch starved. Often burying his face in your neck, and just breathing you in

He’s often flustered though, you can easily catch him off guard with a kiss!

Kalim Al Asim-

Kalim loves peppering them on all over wherever he can if he’s taller than you that means your hair or head, if you’re taller than him he’ll be pecking at your neck and waist

It’s just really cute honestly, he’s not one to shy away from public affection normally opting for a hand intertwined with yours or a ruffle of hair

Loves snuggling up in blankets and pillows.

Riddle Rosehearts-

Nose. It’s a silly little habit that cater loves to tease him for. Loves kissing your nose

He always tastes of strawberry too

Theres a strict no pda rule so that’s off the table. if your sneaky you can steal a couple in public, but he gets all flustered and his face turns far too red

Sometimes he’ll rub your nose with his as a way to show affection

He’s very romantic when he wants to be so kisses with him always feel special.

Idia Shroud-

Cheek kisses!!

Shy very very shy though

Idia holds you as though you were glass and runs his hands through your hair as though it was spun gold

He always focus’s on what you like rather than what he wants. So if you smile most when he kisses your cheek he’ll do that most

Public affection is a huge no though, it would feel to uncomfortable to do that in front of others

So when he walked up too you after class greeting you with a shy cheek. You were stunned

He loved seeing the happy expression on your face

Now he occasionally pecks you in public after working up a lot of nerve

Vil Schoenheit-

Vil loves capturing your lips in a warm kiss

He’s wonderful at it, he’s practiced the art of appeal down to perfection and knows it too, he’s a great kisser

It’s not really his favorite type of affection though, it often ruins his makeup and lipstick

But when you really need one, all thought of appearance disappears and the only thought is making you feel better with a true love’s kiss, after all the best true love kisses are always given by mouth.

Malleus Draconia-

Trips and falls on you the first time it happens, he’s not the most experienced honestly. But that’s okay!! 

You are definitely his first kiss

He’s not as shy about it though, and as Lila says practice makes perfect! 

He really doesn’t mind pda but he often has Sebek and Silver tailing after him so it’s a bit awkward

He won’t deny holding your hand though, in fact he’s usually one to initiate it, often intertwining hands under the lunch table or tucking your hair back during alchemy

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[takes1]

FAVOURITE WRITER ALERT 🚨🚨🚨🚨✨

UR DABI FIC WAS SO AMAZING

dabi becoming obsessed with inexperienced!reader (part 6)

WOW TYSM I LOVE YOU !!! the dabi series has been my favorite series to write so far! ik i said that this would be the final part however it was just gettin too long so i had to chop it in half. also big apologies for the inactivity- the semester has really been kicking my ass. BUT i needed to dust the cobwebs off of this draft and get it out to yall, hope ya like it!

warnings. nsfw, dubcon themes

details. fem!reader / lov recruit!reader / inexperienced!reader / corruption!kink dabi / healing quirk!reader / overstim / degradation / praise / quality jealous-clingy action / lots of d. piercings / face sitting / grinding / dacryphilia / dabi getting sober / yandere!dabi / 2.1k words

🤍 scenario series. dabi p.1 + p.5 and full list here.

more links. my ao3 / dabi headcanons / requests open!!

The reassuring buzz of electricity and the smell of your own apartment after a long day, like clockwork, had you stop and take a deep sigh at the front door.

Your routine bag-drop and key-hang followed suit, as would the action to take off your heels, but the clink of a mug on your kitchen counter and a scratchy hum distracted you.

"Oh, hi," You grinned at Shigaraki.

A tiny, cracked smile was given in return. He stirred some honey in his tea and examined your tight dress up and down without an ounce of shame.

Noticing little actions like that wasn't one of your strengths, so you approached the other side of the counter and sat on the twirling stool. You brought your elbows up to the counter and rubbed your temples.

"Fun night?" He brought the steaming cup to his lips, eyes locked on your low neckline.

"Long night," You sighed.

He bit a grimy compliment back just in time to hear a door open from the hallway, footsteps approaching in a predictable, rushed-to-casually-slow way.

"You've been having a lot of those recently," He croaked with another sip.

The comment went mostly ignored because Dabi was on you in an instant. Needy arms snaked around your waist, pulling you back from the countertop, and spun your chair so he could get his proper, suffocating hug.

"Didn't say ya were gonna be gone for that long," Dabi spoke right into your neck and muffled your cringe with a crushing squeeze.

Shigaraki watching made you stiff and unreceptive. You hardly hugged him back.

Your kind, soft tone tried to make up for it, "Yeah, I didn't know we were--,"

When his lips drove towards yours to cut you off, you were barely able to dodge it, "--Going out of town for the restaurant."

He forced many hard kisses into your temple, cheek, and jaw, while his hand kept you still by the nape of your neck.

Squinted eyes looked from you to Shigaraki, absolutely sure he did or said something to make you uncomfortable. All he got was more pissed off. The decrepit mess was gawking at the way your ass was almost spilling out of your dress.

"Shut up and go fuck off somewhere else, loser," Dabi lowered his grip and palmed your ass to cover it.

You gave a quick, frightened squeak and tried to move his hands by the wrists while Shigaraki scoffed, eyes only glancing up for a moment.

"Dabi!"

"I didn't say anything, asshole," He shifted only a little when Dabi yelled 'Go' again at him, "How about you shut up for a night? Can't fucking sleep with you going at it!"

"Fuck you," Dabi muttered, since he couldn't do much to tear his eyes off of you. He picked you up by the butt and carried you in the direction of the hallway.

Despite Shigaraki's creative insults in return, you called a defeated, "Sorry," as Dabi turned the corner.

The familiar sound of a lock clicking closed made you a little nervous when he set you down. Logic told you that you didn't have any reason to be that way, since he already had his fun earlier.

Before the dinner with your coworkers, he took one look at you all dolled up and decided he couldn't wait hours to eat you out-- then decided once wasn't enough-- so you had to reapply your mascara and were a little jelly-legged for the beginning of the night.

"You shouldn't talk to that creep," He squeezed past you, almost tripping over a shirt, to sit down.

You picked it up, deemed it clean since you didn't remember him wearing this one yet, and started to fold it before he swiped it from you to do it himself.

Standing over him, you grinned into a cheeky kiss and pulled away long before he was ready, "That's so funny, Toga said the same exact thing about you."

Hungry hands pulled you into his lap by your thighs, his always primed cock rolling against the heat between them.

"Ya think Imma creep?"

He sounded drunk, but you knew better; he was a few days sober, and still trembly from withdrawal. The only two things with the power to stop his shakes were time and the squeeze of your own fingers laced in his.

"You don't listen," You gave him a little peck, then another, and were quickly smushed into a rougher, longer kiss.

He didn't let you go until he nicked your bottom lip bloody. Then, he sucked the red up between the inattentive words of his reply.

"I do listen. Imma great listener," You watched his eyebrow piercing wiggle when he raised his brow, "I was just asking if ya thought I was a creep."

The question shot you back to the time you found out he stole your used thong, then explained it like it was a keepsake of the first time you let him go down on you. Or the time he convinced you to let him record you getting off with the toy he bought-- which still didn't work, even when he helped. Or the time he texted you, drunk, saying he knew your social security number and that he was going to merge them together because 'he wanted to be one person.'

It was still unclear if he actually knew it or not.

"Um..." You laughed and he finally stopped nursing on your throbbing bottom lip.

All he did was suck his teeth at you, roll his eyes, and mutter, "Whatever."

His disinterested front would be useless and short-lived. He knew he had a problem. As with most of his vices, he didn't know where it came from, or how to get rid of it, and didn't want to.

Your favorite thing to do when he wasn't as receptive as usual was to tempt him.

Usually, it was something simple. For instance:

"I missed you."

A seasoned veteran with your tactics, he quickly looked away from your irresistible doe-eyes and relaxed onto his back, hands at their usual place behind his head. Once he closed his eyes, you knew it'd be significantly harder to make him the way you liked him.

You followed him down, quickly delivering smooches against his face and neck that you convinced yourself were rougher than they actually were.

He smelled like outside-- likely from hours on his ridiculously long runs a nearby park. It was the only way he wouldn't text you.

Breathy from your little back-and-forth motions against his print, you tried, "I thought about you a lot."

Dabi's immediate, small chuckle let you know he didn't believe your lie for a second.

Unlike him, you had two separate lives and the ability to withdraw from either at the drop of a pin. His was confined to illegal activities and you.

It wasn't a total lie; you definitely thought about him when you had to get used to being sore.

"Well, I did miss you..." You gave a small bite to his scarred jaw and hesitated, thinking it may have been too hard, "I wish you had texted me or something."

You liked seeing messages waiting for you at the end of your shift, whenever you got done with errands, or hanging out with friends. It made you feel wanted and loved, it got you through tough days at work.

Nothing. He always was a physical man.

With a loud, annoyed sigh, you sat upright and tugged a little on his sweatpants, hips still working on him for your own sake. He had a habit of going without briefs, now that you wanted him to whip it out for you every chance you got.

If he didn't want people to see it, he shouldn't have gotten it pierced, is what you told him every time he acted demurring.

You loved the way it smacked his toned tummy. So pretty and shiny.

As you shifted over it to grind, hands pushing flat on his multi-colored ribs, you saw that his eyes were still closed.

"Look at me," You huffed. It was so much better when he watched and told you how pretty you were.

His jaw flexed with indecision.

"Mmm, pretty sure watching would make me a 'creep,' right?"

You wanted his hands, you wanted his eyes, his words, his attention.

"I want you to be a creep," A small push to his chest made him start to let go of his hands in favor of yours, "Just look at me!"

It was easy to forget he had respiratory problems. He cleared his throat, deciding to omit the warning for you not to do that when you moved your hands down and opened his eyes.

The sight of you in that filthy gorgeous dress, perched on his swollen cock, sulking because you wanted him so bad, spurred a full-body shiver.

Fuck that, he wasn't going to humiliate himself again.

"Jesus," He looked up at the ceiling and rubbed his brow.

Impatient, you groaned at his denial, "Dabi, please."

"Doll, I swear to God, just..." He sighed, "Ya want me to cum in the next-- five seconds??"

You bit your aching lip with a cute, dumb giggle, "Yesss."

He cursed himself for not just pumping one out to that video of you while you were gone, so he wouldn't feel like he was ready to burst right now. How could he not be the world's biggest creep when you were dripping on him?

"Well, I don't," His hands pawed your hips off of his twitching, flushed erection and kept you from sitting back down, "How about ya come sit on my face, huh?"

A long tongue darted out of his mouth and made you stop trying to pry his fingers off. It was impossible to say no when your clit had a conditioned response to the sight of his piercing.

That pretty, shy face you made at his suggestion forced his cock to jump. He laughed at your sudden change in demeanor.

"That's a good girl," He groaned and hiked up your dress while he helped you adjust your position above him.

Just before he locked his arms around your thighs, he chuckled at how soaked you were, "Fuck, baby, maybe you did think of me."

You let out a pitiful sound at his tongue sliding past your poor clit.

He kept you firmly against him when you tried to pull away at the intensity.

Lots of messy, unpredictable kisses all over your pussy drove one hand into his fluffy hair, another on the mattress to keep yourself upright.

The metal ball on his tongue and your sex were practically best friends by now. Very familiar with one another.

"H-oh, my god," You squealed out while he rolled his tongue across the warmest, wettest part of you.

His laughter made your legs weak.

There was this new empty feeling in your tummy-- you usually only got it after you came to his mouth, but today, throughout dinner, it remained and was now getting significantly worse.

It left you breathless, weak, and needy.

"Slow-- slow down, please," You begged, pulling on his hair with a swallowed sob.

Your shitty endurance, however, was not new. It was just the beginning and the end, no matter how many times he did it.

He never took his time. He wanted you to come as quickly as possible, as many times as possible.

"Dabi," You breathed, "Dabi--, please."

Of course, he didn't listen to your request. This was as much for him as it was for you.

The foreign, but divine sensation of his tongue prying into you forced your thighs to fight against his arms and lose.

"A-aAh, Mm--," You tried to quiet your surprised yelp, but it was pointless as Dabi forced your hips to roll on his long tongue, shoving it deeper into you.

It eased that weird, empty feeling.

Stained tears rolled fresh across your cheeks, broken curses spilling from your mouth. His nose brushed your clit over and over again while he fucked you with his tongue.

That was when the realization hit you.

"I want you," You pushed against his hold, but were too weak, "Dabi--, Ah, Go-d,"

He was going to make you cum if you didn't pry him off.

"Mm-mm, stop, stop, I need--," Your hand moved from his head to one of his arms and pulled, embarrassingly debilitated, "I need you in me."

He froze for a moment.

"Are you... serious?"

"Yes!"

You took the chance to try to move off, but he did the work for you by slipping through your legs and sitting up so quickly you thought you may have imagined it.

Maybe it was the sober feeling of being denied an orgasm, but for some reason, you wanted to take your statement back at the sight of his bouncy cock under you. That was significantly bigger than his tongue.

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[ijwrsmff]

Hello there

This one is a bit lengthy but can i please get headcanons of the straw hats reaction to an admiral reader(gender neutral please) who quits the marine to join them, and is at first is distrusted but does something to gain theirs trust

I hope it's not too much trouble

It's no trouble at all! I really like this idea, it was a ton of fun to write! I hope you enjoy it ^^

Luffy:

He found you during a fight with the marines

He noticed...you were so much stronger than the marines you were fighting with

Maybe not strong in comparison to Luffy...but he was extremely powerful so comparing to him isn’t fair

He saw you deal what should have been a finishing blow to his crewmates…

But for some reason you never hit them hard enough to kill them

Down them, sure...but never kill

He makes quick work of the other marines, and approaches you with a smile

“Join my crew!”

You looked at him baffled

“Quit the marines and throw away all my hard work to become an admiral because some...kid thinks I would be a good match for his crew? No thanks.”

Luffy left it at that, but knew he’d see you again soon

You encountered him once more at a nearby island

“Is...is that offer still on the table?”

He grinned wide and pulled you by your hand to his ship

He couldn’t put his finger on it...but something was special about you

He just knew the crew would love you

After they get over their initial distrust that is

But Luffy? He trusted you already

No hesitation, he knew you had a good heart and that’s what really mattered

Zoro:

He didn’t trust you...at all

He would go silent when you talked to him, giving you the silent treatment

He didn’t trust the marines...how was he supposed to know you weren’t there as a spy?

You tried to talk to him a couple times...but he just pretended he was sleeping

One day, he was up in the crow’s nest training and you walked in

“Mind if we spar? It’s been a while since I was able to.”

Since you left the marines

He huffed but gave a firm “sure”

He didn’t go easy on you, which surprised him when you handled yourself fairly well

You parried his attacks, and gave a few good jabs of your own

He respected your strength

He still won...but he expected to beat you within seconds

Not minutes, nearly half an hour of sparring

From then on, he’ll make small talk with you

Every once in a while he’ll go to take a nap and he’ll pull you down to lay beside him

He also sits next to you at the dinner table, even helping you fend off Luffy when he tries to steal your food

Overall...he respected strength. And if Luffy chose you...you were here to stay

Once he starts to trust you, he’ll protect you at all costs

Nami:

She trusts Luffy’s decision...but that doesn't mean she has to trust YOU

She won’t go out of her way to be mean...but she won’t help you if it means bending over backwards

She interrogates you, wanting to know why Luffy had chosen you

After days of interrogation on and off...she thinks she sees why

You were unhappy in the marines

Sure...you managed to become an admiral...but the happiness you had hoped to feel just wasn’t there

She discovered that in the short time you’ve been on this ship, you’ve felt happier than you ever did in the marines

She’ll be nicer after that, slowly building up her trust in you

“Want me to show you how I chart the islands we go to?”

Even if cartography wasn’t your thing, you figured it would help get you closer to Nami

After that, you would spend hours upon hours with Nami

She can be very...very protective

So once she trusts you, any comments about you that weren’t warranted she’d defend you

She wants to get closer to you, and spends the majority of her time with you

Either sitting on the deck or working on her maps

She even tells Sanji off if he starts to bother you, making the hearts in his eyes break

She’ll protect you...and she knows in her heart you’d protect her too

Usopp:

He is so...so scared of you at first

You were an ADMIRAL

How could you just give up that position to join a crew?

Doesn’t trust you for a good long while

He’s convinced you’re a spy

He lets his imagination get to him, and that drives a wedge between you two

You don’t blame him...the situation is sketchy, but you were genuine

You would spend all the time needed to get the crew to trust you

After only being with them a short period of time...you trusted them with your life

And that’s never happened before

In the marines...people wouldn’t go out of their way to save another if it meant getting hurt in the process

During battle, you stepped in front of Usopp and took a harsh blow, forming a long slash across your chest

After that...he’s significantly nicer to you

He visits you in the infirmary and looks...troubled

“What’s wrong Usopp?” You give him a concerned look

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you save me...you’re hurt now. Because of me.”

You smiled at him...so he did care

This was a good first step

Maybe eventually you can become even closer

Sanji:

He’s reluctant to trust you at first, but Luffy seems to see something in you…

Just like he saw something in him

So he tries to get closer to you, even going so far as to not flirt with you

Not until he got to know you better

The first time he really began to see the trust between you building was a regular day

Nothing particularly special about it, except you went into the kitchen while he was cooking

“Mind if I help?” It was your attempt to get closer to him

“Of course! Here, I need this mixed.”

You cooked together in relative silence, small talking every once in a while

Overall it was...nice

It was a bonding experience and he cherished it

That day, he sat next to you at the dinner table

You gave him a wide smile, which he returned

He would defend you to anyone who spoke ill of you after that

He could be quite protective, and it showed

Especially to Zoro, who made comments about your being a spy (which only made Usopp and Chopper panic more about the situation)

“Hey marimo! They don’t deserve the bullshit you’re throwing at them. Back off.”

“What are you gonna do about it, shitty cook?” A smirk formed on Zoro’s face

Oh dear...it looks like they’re fighting again

You went to speak up, but Nami stopped you

“They get like this sometimes. Though it’s impressive how quick Sanji was to take the bait this time...I think he likes you.” She gives you a wink and your face flushes

Who knows what the future will bring...all you know? Is that you made the right choice to join this crew

Chopper:

He wants to trust you...he really does

But the nagging fear of you hurting his crew is at the back of him mind

He avoids you, not wanting to risk getting hurt

Once you get injured in battle...he realizes how unfair it was that he did so

“I’m sorry y/n...you’re hurt. Please follow me to the infirmary.”

He keeps it relatively formal, only talking when he needed to do something to check on you

“Would you...come back in a couple days so I can check on the wound and how it’s healing?”

You gave him a smile “yes doctor! Thank you!”

“Hehe you don’t have to thank me I don’t deserve your thanks I was just doing what I’d do for any of our crew!” He swayed back and forth, his paws on his face as he smiled

You could swear you saw flowers around him…

After that, he invited you to play games with him, Usopp, and Luffy

While Usopp was still reluctant, Luffy was 100% on board

“Come on y/n! Play with us!” Chopper smiled up at you and...well...there’s no way you could say no to his adorable face

So you joined in

It was fun...more fun than you thought possible to have

You laughed as Chopper tagged you, and you spun around picking him up in a hug

“Chopper...thank you.”

He smiled and laughed, “for what? Tagging you?”

You shook your head, putting him down

“No...for being a good friend.”

And he was, he was your best friend. You grew closer to him in the days following and you were certain you made the right decision

Robin:

She knows what it’s like to not be trusted by the crew initially...but at least with her it was one pirate to another

You were a marine

And not just a marine...but an admiral

She is reluctant to trust you, but will give you the benefit of the doubt

She spends a lot of time with you, gauging if you’re a threat to her crew or not

She would sacrifice herself for any one of them...you’re no exception

She almost thinks its her JOB to determine if you’re a threat or not

It wasn’t until your first battle together that she finds she trusts you

You give her a look, and she knows to use her devil’s fruit

You both coordinate perfectly together, and it shows your trust

She has only battled so flawlessly with her crew...which means you’re entirely one of them now

She will defend you from that fight forward, and stands up for you when the others express their doubts

“Y/n? Would you like to read with me?” She pats the spot next to her and smiled at you

“Of course! What are we reading today?”

The two of you grow closer and closer, spending hours upon hours just...enjoying each other’s company

She looks at your smile and knows...she would do anything to keep that happy smile on your face

Franky:

He doesn’t trust you...but he doesn’t...NOT trust you

He’s reluctant to get close, but finds it’s really easy with you

He’s newer to the crew, but he trusts Luffy’s judgement

So he doesn’t have any reason not to give you a chance

He’ll spend time with you, requesting you sit in his workroom as he works on a specialized weapon for you

Over that time, you make a lot of small talk

It brings you closer together

“Y/n! What do you think?” He’ll say holding up your now finished weapon “Pretty super, right? Don’t you just love it?” He has a look of pride on his face that makes you grin

You take the weapon into your hands and feel the weight is perfect

Not light, but not overly heavy either

“Thank you Franky!” You jump up to hug him and miss seeing his face turn a dark crimson

“O-of course! Anything for a crewmate!” He hugs you back, lightly as if he’s afraid he’ll break you

This makes you laugh, “Franky...I was an admiral remember? I won’t break from a hug!”

“Well then...take this!” He lifts you up, spinning you around in circles

You both laugh, pulling each other closer and closer

Once he sets you down you see the fleeting color of pink on his cheeks

You were sure your face mirrored the same color

He knows in that moment he would protect you

Even if you didn’t need it

Maybe...protect isn’t the right word

It sounds so...one sided

“I’ll protect you...will you protect me?” He looks sheepish, almost as if he hated asking

You lean up and kiss his cheek

“I’ll protect you Franky. I’ll protect all of us...this crew...it’s special.”

He nods, knowing exactly what you meant

“Then we’ll protect each other.”

And it was settled

Brook:

As soon as you stepped onto the ship he approached you

“Your name is y/n...correct?”

“Yup! That’s me!”

He leaned down so your…”eyes” were level with each other

“Can I see your panties?”

SLAP

“...is that a no?”

It’s safe to assume...he doesn’t judge you for being an admirable

Though seeing some of the crew be distant from you...it only motivates him to speak to you more

You looked tired after playing with the crew on deck, so he approached you

“Would you like me to play you a song to help you sleep?”

You stared wide eyed, not knowing he was the musician on the ship

“Sure! Would you...maybe be able to teach me how to play an instrument?”

“Which instrument would you like to learn?”

You hummed, “I’m not sure. I’ll get back to you on that.”

And so he played you a song

It put not only you, but Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper to sleep

He would have grinned if he could, and looked over his crewmates with love

As he finished the song he looked at you once again

“Sleep well y/n...I’ll see you tomorrow.”

#monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #x reader #gn reader #nami x reader #usopp x reader #sanji x reader #chopper x reader #tony tony chopper x reader #robin x reader #nico robin x reader #franky x reader #brook x reader

[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || sweet but ‘scary’ s/o

request: How would Satour react if crush/future s/o was sweet and caring person, but could turn into a deadly assassin badass when they need too?

note: i feel like you’re a returning requester because the of the typo for gojo’s name lol. I see you reappearing in my inbox so much. i’m chilled with it, it makes me happy that you enjoy my writing enough to come back c: i did change the request a little cause i couldn’t finish it after writing half of the headcanon lol - so i hope you don’t mind c:

i based this around this post!

pronouns: them/they

everyone knows you as the ‘sweet and warm sensei’ that everyone can turn to when things start to get too much

a parental figure that will listen to their issues without judgement, or feeling the need to give them advice; just someone who they can just rant to without needing to hear anything back in reply 

on days where they are just overwhelmed with work, you’d come into the study room with bags of snacks, asking if they want to go to the rec room in their dorm for a well deserved break

you’re the same for your co-workers/fellow graduated classmates - when you were a student in the college, you are considered as the sweet and caring senpai who bakes snacks for everyone

so you cannot believe their shock when you had gotten together with gojo - to which everyone threatened gojo at least twice to take care of you; unless he wants to feel their wrath 

and i headcanon that even though gojo always claims that he is the ‘strongest sorcerer alive’ - an angry shoko never fails to send shivers of fear up his spine

but in general, after awhile they realised that somehow, you managed to tame the ‘wild and rambunctious’ gojo satoru into becoming your doting and ever loving boyfriend. who is still a huge pain in the ass, but at least he is loyal lol

you’d help to do the group laundry on your off days because you hate the idea that everyone is running out of fresh clothes, whilst teaching nanami and haibara how to use the washer and dryer (cause nanami gotta learn how to be the perfect man from someone)

on days when you’re on dinner duty, no one misses them because you cook the best and most warmest meals for them all - makes them miss home a little less

although you always have this super sweet and caring front, there was a side to you that gojo had never told anyone of; it’s nothing bad. but when he first saw it, he was definitely taken back

he witnessed it when you are sent on a mission together - there were a group of troublemaker kids who had entered an abandoned hospital that had been inhabited by a Special Grade that seemed to be trapping them inside

so you two were sent to go and retrieving the kids if they are alive, but your job is to exorcise the curse no matter the outcome 

gojo knew that you hated that answer, so he allows you to drag him about the many hallways of the school, trying to find the young kids before the curse gets to them

when you found them, your motherly side came out as you fussed over the sniffling and crying kids; using the small first aid kit you had on your person of all time to help them clean and bandage any scratches and wounds they had on their body

gojo was annoyed that you seemed so focused on the kids, but he still stood guard like you had asked him too; arms crossed and an annoyed pout resting on his face

he was about to whine to you again, asking when you’re done when he freeze at the sudden strong source of Cursed Energy that was radiating from somewhere

he had just turned to warn you when a sudden blur passed him, causing him to blink his eyes in shock as he glances over at where you were moments ago; only to be faced with equally shocked kids

“wha-” he mutters before he turned to poke his head out the classroom you had taken refuse in, just in time to see you with your weapon drawn and already stabbing the Curse without hesitation

he was stunned at the sight of his lover, his sweet and kind bunny, going absolutely ham on the Curse; exorcising it within a second

gojo just stared at you in shock, which was rare as it is; his mouth parted in awe as he watches as you dust yourself off and made your way back towards him; your kind smile painted on your features once more

“well - shall we leave then?”

gojo had gone back to the college with you after you had dropped the kids off with the cops; unsure of how to bring up at how different you were when you are serious and have your head in the game

because of this, he had never really told anyone about this side of you; since he really saw no reason to reveal it. he just learns to accept it, and that it is just another part of you that he loves as much as he loves you

fast forward a few years, now you and gojo have been together ever since the third year of high school; having raised megumi together as a couple, and had officially became one of the teachers of the school

many of the students had yet to see this ‘side’ side of yours. whilst people like nanami and ijichi had seen it first hand; and had both unanimously decided to never piss you off

however, your beloved students just saw you as the sweet sensei who made them muffins and cakes on their birthdays, who teaches them things they’d need to know to become an adult

you’re a familiar pillar that they can lean on during the darkest of times; so they never believe when Yaga-sensei or Nanami try to tell them that beneath that kindness there is something that they should watch out for

the students cannot imagine their kind and soft-spoken sensei to be this scary killing machine that is known to be one of the best sorcerers to deal with heavily infested areas

they had no reason to believe so - until Yaga-sensei had approved for them to shadow Gojo-sensei and you for your latest mission

they stood at the side with Nanami and another First Grade Sorcerer to watch as the both of you entered the abandoned office block on the outskirts of tokyo

you had noticed the students, and after giving them a warm smile and wave you and gojo made your way inside of the building as the curtain was completed; blocking the outside world from looking in

at first the students were not sure what they were actually waiting for, since they couldn’t really see any action from where they are standing - which was the entire reason for their trip 

they questioned nanami as to why they had to stand at such a distance away, but nanami just held his hand out and told them to be patient and wait for a few more moments

suddenly there was a huge bang! before what seemed to be a figure shooting out from the exploding rubble; a manic glint in your eyes as you spun your weapon in your hand so it pointed downward as you started to fall 

the students watched in horror and shock whilst you seemed to be having the time of your life, gojo just standing behind you with a soft grin as he protected your back; yet made no real move to get in your way 

they watched in horror at the sigh of you exorcising the Curses around you without hesitation, a dark and determined look shining in your eyes. a far cry from the sweet smile you always have on your face

no one knew what to say as they continue to watch as you exorcise the masses of Curses. too shocked to really process everything happening before them. even megumi was stunned, since he had never seen this ‘dark’ side of you before

whilst gojo looks like he was having a blast, even cheering you on from the sidelines, nanami was just shaking his head with a tired sigh

“so much for ‘educational purposes’,” nanami hummed tiredly as he turned to the other first grade sorcerer, who just smiles back in response. “shall we grabbed some hot chocolate for the kids? there is a cafe that we passed whilst driving over here.”

when the other person agreed the two of them started to usher the kids away, nanami waving off gojo’s whine of how he was going to be missing the best parts

“you fawn over your lover by yourself, gojo - i am going to make sure the kids don’t go into further shock then they already are.”

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[oreosmama]

Pretending to Moan Another Guy’s Name (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Hehehe, I’m s i c k. Anyways, here’s a rly long headcanon that I’ve been thinking about writing for a while. Some are short and some are long, but hey, that’s life🤷‍♀️ Enjoy! (Side note: been a while since I did a milestone, but hey, this one’s huge--happy 4k y’all💜!!)

Word count: 2705

Oikawa Tooru: 

He’s dead silent, waiting to hear that name fall from your lips one more time just to make sure he wasn’t having a nightmare. 

“Ushiwaka…”

Nope. He wasn’t. He pinched himself five times to prove it. 

Oikawa can’t stand the thought of you dreaming about one of his greatest enemies. His hands curl into fists and his bottom lip gets drawn in by his teeth and, if you hadn’t been so busy trying to fend off your own laughter, you might’ve heard the small whine leaving the back of his throat. 

The bed shifts with Oikawa’s weight leaving it imbalanced and just when you prepare yourself to stop him in his tracks with a giggle, the bedroom door slams hard enough to rattle framed photographs of you and him on the walls. 

Okay… so maybe you had gone too far. 

Stunned into silence, it takes you a couple minutes to recover from your boyfriend’s outburst. When you finally find the strength to breach the cold air of one a.m. goosebumps rise along your skin and you decide to wrap a blanket around your shoulders. 

Lord knows damage control with Oikawa always required a solid chunk of time. 

You find him in the kitchen of the apartment, seated on a stool with his elbows propped on the oak-finished island with two fistfuls of hair and a downcast face. 

Unsurprisingly enough, your prank no longer felt like the genius idea you’d thought it was three hours ago. 

“Tooru?” Your voice is small so as to not disturb him, but his lack of movement makes you think you have almost been too successful in your efforts. 

“Tooru,” you move to lay your hand on his shoulder, “please.” However, the second you make contact he flinches away like you’d burned him. The room is silent once more, but as you keep your hand hovering over his back, you hear a quiet sniffle. 

Oh God, what have I done?

Without another word, you grasp both ends of the blanket and wrap both it and yourself around Oikawa, attaching yourself to his back with a tight enough grip that he can’t shake you off, which, trust me, he certainly tries his best. 

Like a fish out of water, he writhes and thrashes in your hold and in that split second that you think How the hell do I get him to stop this? he’s managed to wriggle himself so hard that the stool and you behind him lose balance, toppling to the floor like a Jenga tower. 

“Oh shit!”

Oikawa, ever so graceful, lands directly on top of you, his lean shoulders crashing hard enough into your chest that you wheeze out the oxygen trapped inside. The stool almost spun and clattered right on top of both of you before Oikawa kicked it away hard enough that it crashed against the metal fridge and slid all the way out into the living room. 

In the dead of night, the noises were loud enough to increase the ringing in your ears that had started when your head slapped against the linoleum floor. Oikawa was still squirming against you but for an entirely different reason now. 

“Fuck--YN, YN! Are you okay?” Still sitting on top of you, another breath gets squeezed out of your chest the second Oikawa rolls over to straddle you. One hand lifts your head, palming frantically at your scalp while the other shoves under your shirt to feel your ribs. 

“Could you,” you choke out, “get off me before I answer that?”

A startled scoff leaves his mouth before he slides off you and onto the floor at your side, helping you sit up while still trailing his eyes up and down your form to search for injury. Not that he could see much--the only light in the apartment was filtering through the kitchen window and came from the quarter moon in the sky. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You bat away his hands but can’t stop your own from trailing up and rubbing your temples. “Are you okay?”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out his cheeks were damp with tears. From the way he sniffled to the way he blinked every .5 seconds, you knew tonight had been a sudden emotional roller coaster for him. 

“Yeah,” he glanced away nodding. “Yep, all good here.” 

“Bullshit.”

Oikawa gave you a scandalized stare and all you could do was sigh before scooting over to him, getting settled criss-cross style before palming both of his cheeks and yanking his face down to yours. 

“I know when you’re lying to me, Tooru, and I know exactly why you’re lying to me right now.”

His first instinct was to roll his eyes and pull away, but you pulled him back harder, hard enough that he flashed his wide eyes to yours in surprise. 

“It was a prank, babe.” Ah yes, the words that turn every boy into goo. 

Oikawa clenched his jaw and wrapped his hands around your wrists. “The “yanking me off my stool so I can crush your ribs” thing or the “I’m gonna moan your enemy’s name so you almost have a heart attack and cry enough tears to flood a river” thing?”

“The “I’m gonna moan your enemy’s name so you-’”

Oikawa slammed his lips against yours, effectively drowning out any of the dumb-ass explanations you had waiting on your tongue. 

“Your pranks are always so mean, baby,” Oikawa mumbles against your lips. “Do you know how much it hurt to think that you were dreaming about being with another man?”

“Did it even matter that it was-”

“No,” he pecks your lips once more before rising to his feet and tugging you to yours. “No, the name didn’t matter at all.”

“Well damn, that’s a shame, because I was stuck between moaning Ushiwaka or Kag-”

“Here’s the thing, sweetheart: I don’t wanna hear another name aside from my own come out of your mouth for the rest of the night. Understood?”

“I-”

“Understood?” You sigh. 

“Yes sir.”

Tsukishima Kei:

Ouch.

One long finger pokes into your cheek, hard.

You’d barely even gotten the first two syllables of the ginger’s name off your tongue before Tsukishima was at the ready, stabbing you in the face with a fingernail you were almost positive you’d seen being filed down just hours ago. 

Bastard must’ve been faking it.

“Don’t say that,” Tsukishima grunts out tiredly, accompanying a yawn with yet another jab. 

Part of you wondered if there was a point to even keeping up the act, but the other part was so pissed you almost wanted Tsukishima to worry that it was real. 

You mumbled the random nonsense of the average person waking from a deep slumber and opened your eyes just to squint at the blond in bed beside you. 

“Wha…?”

In pure darkness, you could barely see Tsukishima narrowing his gaze back at you, half because he was pissed and half because he was lacking his glasses. 

He thrusts a finger right in the middle of your forehead. “Don’t ever moan that name again.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” You fake yawn, closing your eyes before rolling over to have your back face him. 

“I’m not stupid, YN.”

“Are you sure about that, Kei?”

He scoffs. “Fine, then. I’ll play along to this pointless game.”

The mattress quakes as Tsukishima shifts onto his knees, grabbing your hip with a single hand and tugging it hard enough that your back presses flat against the sheets before he throws a leg over your thighs, straddling you with ease. 

“Is this what you wanted?” One hand of his grabs yours, pulling it up above your head. Your breathing is more like gasping at this point as Tsukishima trails his other hand down your side. 

“Were you trying to make me so jealous that I’d do this?”

“Kei…”

“‘Cause, YN, you could’ve just asked.”

At last, your other wrist is trapped and joins the one over your head, Tsukishima’s long fingers easily holding down both of your hands with just one of his. 

“So, do you want to tell me what that shrimp did to you in this “dream” of yours?”

“Kei…” Was it so hard to pull a juicy reaction out of him? You wanted hugs, tears, maybe even a little begging. 

Of course, leave it to Tsukishima to always find a way to be above you. 

Tsukishima can see the fight die in your eyes and his own glow in return. 

“Really,” he hums, “that was all it took?”

“Jackass.” 

“Don’t be a sore loser, YN. Plus, we both know that prank of yours was impractical at best.” He slides off you, returning to his side of the bed and propping himself up on a single elbow to face you. “I’ve heard you moan my name plenty of times in your sleep to know when you’re actually having a wet dream.”

The smirk on his face makes you warm and fuzzy yet angry all at the same time. In retaliation, you jab a finger into his forehead before spinning face away from him once again. “Don’t get too cocky there, Kei. One day I might actually dream about another guy,” you fold your arms, “then what are you gonna do?”

Two arms wind around your stomach before yanking you back into a firm chest, then a single leg creeps between the two of yours. “Please, we both know I’m the only man you even think about.”

Though he sounded so self-assured, the tightness of his grip spoke differently. You reveled in the idea that he was just a bit self-conscious of that fact. Because although you’d never say it to his face...

The smug bastard was always right.

Tendou Satori: 

“Semi,” you moaned.

“Semi,” Tendou mocked. 

“Mmm, don’t stop.”

“Mmm, don’t stop.”

At first, you almost choked on the drool gathering in your mouth the instant you heard Tendou fake-moan along with you. 

Now, it was a contest of how long you could keep a straight face. 

All the lights were on in the room. The blinds were yanked open and the birds chirping out the arrival of morning tweeted from a tree just outside the window. 

You’d woken up when Tendou left to take a shower itching to prank him. At the time, it seemed perfect. 

Now your chest hurt with how much laughter you kept locked inside. The second he stepped out of the bathroom with steam rolling off his body, you decided it was time to put your plan in motion. 

Oh what a mistake it was. 

“More.”

“More.”

Tendou squated right next to your side of the bed, crossed both arms on the mattress just two inches from your face, dropped his chin on top and proceeded to parrot your every word. 

“Harder. More, please Semi.”

“Yeah, harder Semi, you grandpa-haired, shorter-than-me, cries-at-the-Titanic-movie, girlfriend-stealing son of a bitch.”

And just when you sputtered out a breathless laugh, Tendou rose from his crouch and stalked out of the room, towel wrapped over his head and shoulders like a black Sith robe. 

In the kitchen, pots and pans clattered like Tendou was trying to get the attention of the entire city, at one point even walking back and forth in front of the doorway slamming two frying pans against one another. 

“Oh no, I can’t find that spatula!” your boyfriend called out before proceeding to toss out every single appliance in the drawer, allowing them to clang and clash against the wood like they were literally raining from the ceiling. 

What was funny at first was now a major issue for the rest of the apartment complex--it seemed Tendou had gone mad enough that he was risking getting (yet another) noise complaint that would once and for all kick you both out of the building. 

Ever so in a rush, you slid out of the blankets and made haste toward the kitchen down the hall, stopping in the doorway and dropping your jaw at the sight. 

Tendou, maroon eyes flashing with jealousy, held a porcelain plate up over his head with the obvious intent to throw it against the ground and create an even bigger mess. 

Luckily, his eyes darted toward you at the last second. 

“Hey,” he grinned with eyes so wide and hair so frazzled you actually thought he’d gone insane for a split second, “look who’s up!”

“Satori…” you made your way over to him, precarious step by precarious step. Tongs, pizza cutters, and ice cream scoopers littered the floor while all of your pots and pans lay on the countertop in a pile almost up to Tendou’s shoulder, “what the hell is going on?”

His smile faltered for a second before it came back even larger than normal; his eyes, however, stayed darkened. “Just trying to make breakfast! But I couldn’t find that damned griddle we use for pancakes.”

“Probably because we threw it out four months ago.” Uh oh, you’d finally broken him. 

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

The pandemonium in the kitchen was nothing compared to the frantic look in Tendou’s eyes, though. They flitted up and down, up and down along your body, looking for something you were almost positive wasn’t there. 

Then he spoke. 

“So… how did you sleep?”

Tense. Tight. Deep. The question sounded like someone had strangled it out of him, and you didn’t dare glance up from collecting the appliances littered on the floor for fear of seeing the pain in his eyes. 

“Satori… I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” With arms full of disarrayed utensils, you hesitantly looked towards the sink where you aimed to drop them off, only to find Tendou bent over and waiting to meet your eyes. The words had slipped off his tongue right as you finished your sentence. 

“The moaning… like, when I moaned Semi’s name and stuff.” Maintaining eye contact at this point was basically impossible for you and instead you settled for watching your feet as they shifted your weight nervously. “It was just a prank and I didn’t think it would get to you so bad. I’m sorry. Really.”

The atmosphere in the room grew ten times stiffer, almost choking you up--you never thought such a thing was possible with a relaxed guy like Tendou present. 

Evidently, you were wrong. 

“It was all a joke?”

“Yes.”

“Like, it was just a prank?”

“Yes.”

“To see how I’d react and stuff?”

“Yep.”

“Phew,” Tendou pressed a hand against his forehead and let out a laugh. “Almost lost my cool there.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor and you glanced around at the kitchen. Tendou didn’t seem to mind your temporary shock, though, as he guided you over to the sink to dispose of the utensils before wrapping you in a hug. “Don’t ever,” he grumbled, voice suddenly deeper and huskier, “ever do something like that again.” Then he pulled away. “Now,” Tendou grinned, “how’s about we go out for breakfast?”

You stayed frozen in place, eyes flitting from the floor to Tendou’s suddenly normal smile back to the floor again. 

Then you kicked him in the shin. 

“Ow, what the hell was that for?!”

You sputtered out a laugh from deep in your chest that was bordering on maniacal. “Oh-ho no, I am so not cleaning up this mess. That’s your problem, mister.” Then you pressed a small kiss to his cheek. “I will, however, go pick us up some breakfast and bring it back here though.”

Then you yanked him into a hug and forced his ear to your lips, lowering your tone deeply and darkly. “And this place better be spotless when I come back.” You pulled back with a smile before skipping to the front door and Tendou could only watch with a gleaming grin on his face. 

God, he loved you.

“You better not be going to see Semi while you’re out!” He received the bird in return.

“Love you too, babe!”

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Insidious [Ikemen Prince - Silvio Ricci][Angst/Jealousy]

A/N: First off, thank you so much for liking my writing! I am so sorry if this is not what you were looking for when sending this request. Please feel free to send in another req detailing what you want. I took it from the perspective of Silvio just being jealous of Rio’s everything – does he want to be Rio? Does he want to be with Rio? Does he want to kidnap Rio and keep him in a basement?

T/W: Themes of obsession, jealousy (but not in a romantic sense), Silvio basically wants to wear Rio’s skin, blood, almost-death

Description: A/U Headcanon where Rio Ortiz is the rightful Prince to the Benitoitian throne, but the Ricci family ousted the original royal family and came into power.

It’s been three years since one of the most brutal civil wars in all of Benitoitian history happened. The former royal Prince, Rio Ortiz, and his father have been ousted from the throne and exiled from Benitoite. The King’s former most-trusted advisor, Armando Ricci, overtook the throne, and his son, Silvio, is next in line as King of Benitoite. Silvio reflects on his life as the former Prince’s trusted confidante. He realizes that underneath the jealousy he’s felt his entire life lays something more insidious.

Heavily inspired by @gilbertvonobsidian’s portrayal of Silvio in Lilian. The guy is a certified A-hole in my fic (so I’m sorry for die-hard soft Silvio stans).

Darkness. Jealousy. Rage.

The former royal, now known as Rio Ortiz.

Those were only a few of the things that consumed the mind of the haughty Prince, known for his ostentatious nature. If one were to judge him only by his appearance, it would seem as though the Prince had everything he could ever want. Beautiful, regal features denoting his noble heritage. Eyes mirroring the blue of the deepest, cerulean waters bordering the very land he reigned over. The cruel, pale pink smirk that often donned his features was something that could strike down the courage in even the strongest, most weather-worn man. Yet, the most striking aspect of them all was how truly deep his pockets were – the wealth accumulated by a family that had thrived on centuries-long trade. Indeed, if one were to judge based solely on appearance, it would seem as though Silvio Ricci was a man that had no desires for anything else in the world, as he had already been blessed with all of God’s gifts and more.

How far that was from the truth. If only they knew that most days, Silvio was consumed by an all-encompassing rage and jealousy. It had started off as an inkling, a dark undertone marring the golden victory of the Ricci family over those former has-beens of Benitoite. The whole country had rejoiced, hoping, praying that it would be the start of the Golden Age of Benitoite, as promised. Yet, behind all of those raucous cheers, the deafening sounds, the suffocating vibrancy, was that insidious inkling of something darker slowly growing in the man’s heart.

One could say that it began many years before even that incident, when both Silvio and the former Prince were young boys, growing up in the gilded halls of the Palace of Benitoite. Then, it was clear who the palace staff favoured, doting relentlessly on the boy with hair the colour of spun gold. He’d seen it all, his deep blue eyes, just a shade darker than the true Prince’s, taking in all the unfair treatment. He saw it in how the maids used the utmost care in dressing up the former Prince, almost afraid they would hurt him by being too rough. He saw it in how young, beautiful women would throw themselves at the former Prince, hanging on every thoughtless word he said. He saw it in the way men twice the Prince’s age, the King’s trusted advisors, would nod their heads furiously at the young man’s words as though they were mere marionettes being controlled by a higher power, and that higher power was the royal family.

“Silvio, why can’t you be more like the young Prince? See the way he commands a room? All eyes are on him.”

“Silvio, go see if the young Prince needs anything. Be ready to give him everything he asks for.”

“You stupid boy, it doesn’t matter how you feel about the young Prince. If you do not play your part in this plan, you will no longer be part of the Ricci family. No, you will no longer exist.”

What made it worse was that the rift between the two grew further and further with each year that went by. It seemed to be only one-sided, this insidious feeling, as the former Prince never showed Silvio anything but grace and kindness. There were countless times when the observant young Prince had noticed the darkness behind his friend’s eyes, the shame hidden behind his usual polite façade.

“Silvio, let’s go somewhere today, okay? I have something I want to show you.” Rio asked, gently resting his hand on his friend’s shoulder and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Your highness, where would you like to go? I can ask my father to spare a couple of his guards….” Silvio responded, unable to hide the shock in his expression for the briefest of seconds. Had his father been there, he would have been reprimanded immediately. After all, the Ricci family were known to be the most skilled of liars when it came to the art of conversation. Unfortunately, it was a title that had not been bestowed onto Silvio. The ease as to which his father navigated social situations, seeming as though he were born to be the master manipulator – that was something that Silvio strived for. Instead, he found himself unable to hide how he truly felt, especially to the one he revered the most – the young Prince.

“I told you, just call me Rio. Don’t worry, just don’t tell anyone where we’re going, okay?” Rio said, leading the baffled boy away from the Palace.

That was the day that Rio had gifted Silvio the latter’s most prized possession, one of the rarest, most beautiful purebred Dalmatian puppies to exist in all of Benitoite. The breed was something of a legend to even the wealthiest noble. Yet, the young Prince was so readily willing to give up whatever sum of money it took just to see a smile on his friend’s face. Silvio had begged him to take the dog back, hands clenched together, kneeling before his friend with the tiny shred of dignity he had left. Naturally, it would be an issue if his father found out that the Prince bestowed upon him such a luxurious gift – but Rio had insisted, stating that their friendship was worth more than anything in the world.

How things have changed. The deep grief on Rio’s face, the betrayal he felt at the hands of his best friend, that moment was cruelly etched into Silvio’s mind forever. It was a moment that he dreamed about, fantasized about, worked relentlessly towards. Yet, when it came down to it after Silvio had uttered those unforgivable words before knocking Rio unconscious in that dark forest, there was an unfamiliar taste of regret between his lips. The former Prince lay in the woods, crimson red blood pooling around his body in a true scene of horror. Silvio stood before the man, the coat of the Dalmatian symbolizing their friendship wrapped around his shoulders as though it would shield him from the darkness within his heart. At that moment, the unimaginable happened – a tear fell from his cerulean blue eyes before he could even process anything. Was it born out of sadness? Regret? It wasn’t clear, but whatever it was, the moment forever became bittersweet.

He drew in a deep breath, air rushing into his lungs as if cleansing him of the guilt he held with him every waking moment. Every single day of the worthless life he lived, he saw the former Prince receive the treatment he wished for – no, he craved for. That little inkling of jealousy that started slowly grew, insidious as it were until it became all-consuming. That’s why when one of Silvio’s trusted spies informed him that the former Prince Rio was still alive and now hiding out in Rhodolite, he saw red. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The former family should have been wiped out, but one of their loyal minions must have snuck them out just in the nick of time.

When he came to from his anger-induced haze, he’d realized that he had gravely injured another one of his maids yet again. But, no matter, that girl’s life was inconsequential to his grand plan.

“Tail him. I want a report on his status every month.”

A month went by of useless milestones on the former Prince’s new life. Supposedly, he had entered the Rhodolite palace under an entirely new identity. There were even rumours that he had no semblance of who he was. It almost seemed like the former Prince was “happy.” Happy, living his quaint little life in a new country, while Silvio was drowning in the depths of his own personal hell every single day. Yet again, the former Prince came out on top.

How could it be that the former Prince was still happy even when everything had been taken from him? Every little thing had been taken from him – the former King and Queen had been beheaded right in front of his eyes, yet he was still happy. He was happy, and Silvio was drowning. It must have been the will of God, for his life could be no crueler of a joke. How must it feel to be a child protected by the blessings of the ultimate giver?

That insidious jealousy that had clawed itself into Silvio’s heart was now lodged firmly in the depths of his soul. More weeks went by, nobles falling to their feet before him, women throwing themselves at him, gold filling his pockets without so much as one finger lifted on his part. Yet, nothing could tear him from his obsession with the former Prince.

“Your Highness, please… do not be upset….”

“Get to it, lest you want to be the next one beheaded and put on show in front of the Palace for all of Benitoite to see,” Silvio snapped, his already paper-thin patience having burnt to a crisp by his subordinate. Though a man of wealth in many aspects, patience was not one of them.

“It seems… it seems the former Crown Prince has taken Rhodolite’s Belle as a wife… they are expecting a child….”

The words ran through him like the sharp end of a broadsword, piercing straight through his cold black heart. Time stood still in that second. A dull ringing was the only thing that he could hear, his brain not even able to register his attendant’s concerned calls of his name.

“I… see….” Even uttering those two words, those two simple words from his parched mouth, was like a remarkable feat. That feeling he experienced so many years ago when he left the Prince dying in the woods began to resurface, bittersweet. He couldn’t help it, but memories that he’d long attempted to shove away into the deepest confines of his mind began to resurface. Memories of the Crown Prince’s kindness, of his trust, and of his love.

“Silvio, you know you’re my best friend, right?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“And as my best friend, I love you. So even if you don’t want to be friends with me one day, I’ll still care about you and pray for your happiness.”

“… And I, you, your Highness.”

However, what were the chances that those words still rang true after all the two had been through? If they were to meet again, would he still wish for his happiness? If they were to meet again, would he even remember him?

Perhaps this was indeed the cruelest part of his life. Yet, no matter how hard Silvio tried to forget with the mountains of riches, luxurious golds, jewels, and treasures, he could never erase that bittersweet from his heart.

In the end, no matter how hard he tried, he was still the one who was drowning. It should have been him, living that life of joy. It should have been him, with a simple, beautiful wife on his arm that was willing to give him anything. It should have been him, expecting a child of his very own. But, yet again, it wasn’t, and the darkness that he felt because of that was insidious.

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[yandere-vale]

Yandere Queen Glimmer Headcanons.

Warning: Normal Yandere stuff and some mention of non-con nsfw stuff. It's yandere so you all know it's gonna get pretty bad right?

"After I lost my mother..I thought I wouldn't feel that warmth of love again. But with you, with you that feeling just swells and swells hotter and hotter!"

From the moment Glimmer met you, she's been head over heels for you. Glimmer is obsessed and wants to spend time fawning over you or playing with your hair even if you find her attention a bit much at times. But she's way to happy and joyful to tell her off so you let her have her way. Her touches are always soft and gentle, making sure to never apply to much pressure even if her hands linger longer then you think they should. At first it was nice, but now you can't help but hold back shivers at how uneasy she was making you, Not that she could see that.

"Hey Y/n?, you are truly important to me you know? It makes me so happy to have met you that my heart skips beats. Is it not the same for you?"

You want to keep Glimmer happy right? She is the Queen after all. So why is it that you feel like she talks to you like you're a child sometimes? You've brought it up but she never falters in the way she speaks to you, apologising and doing it again anyways.

"Why aren't you wearing your necklace Y/n dear? I bought it just for you sweetheart because of how cute it looks on you, did you really not like it? If you don't wear it then that will make me so sad, understand Y/n? So I need you to turn right back around and head back to your room and put it on for me okay?"

Glimmer would do anything for you, she'd also get anything for you. Anything you want she'll get it for you, anything to make you smile. Please smile for her again? She doesn't like that sad look on your face you've been keeping the longer your 'stay' with Glimmer has been.

"Hey Y/n? Why aren't you saying anything darling? Y/n? No, no you aren't allowed to do this again. Y/n no. We are not having a replay of last time, we talked about this didn't we? You need to be a big girl and use your words when you want to tell me something. I want to hear your voice darling, please? Please Y/n? Just talk to me. You can't just keep refusing to talk to me! I've been trying really hard to let you have your time to adjust but you keep pushing me away. What do I need to do to get you to accept me?! Y/n, why can't you just accept my love for you? Why do you always make this so hard?"

Glimmer never lets you sleep alone even when she's had to punish you for something, she'll always expect you to fall asleep where she can be touching you. Glimmer is a serious cuddler and always wants to have her arms wrapped around. Always sleeps with you as the small spoon even if you protest and holds tighter if you try and wiggle free. If you still resist then she'll take it upon herself to help you rest.

"Why are you wiggling around so much Y/n? Why are you not asleep yet? Does my baby girl have a little case of hysteria again? Oh? Oh that's funny, you've gone really quiet all of a sudden and won't face me anymore~ Turns out you've been making all that noise because you want some attention don't you? You just don't know how to ask me for some huh? Don't worry, I'll give you what you have such a hard time asking for. You don't have to look at me honey, just let me hear that you like it like you always do."

She gets angry if you try and ask her for space or time to yourself. She won't let you be away from her, not if she has something to say about it. She doesn't like to be mean, but if you continue being difficult she doesn't have a choice other then to scold you into a crying mess. She always knows what to say to tear you down and make you regret your words. Using every one of your self-doubts against you, hitting your self-esteem with low blows.

You won't be sobbing that way for long however, once you give into her she'll be all warmth and cuddles. She likes to use your tears as reason to baby you and to treat you like a child. She never takes what you have to say to heart, she already knows how to take care of you so just stop.

"See what I mean?" Glimmer asked with that same dismissing tone she always put on for you as she takes hold of your wrists and all but drags you back through the castle gates while you whimper and cry. You had gotten so close to finally escaping, but just as you passed the gate, you heard Glimmer yell your name in that angry tone of hers that you only heard once before, one horrid time before. It caused you to freeze in place, her tone sent you back to that time in the dungeon where you had been 'punished' for being too difficult for Glimmer to deal with. The scars on your back were still healing.

When she finally got to you and spun you around to face her, you were a total mess. You were shaking so hard and holding yourself so tightly with tears streaming from your eyes. You looked so pathetic to her, a ball of sadness that wanted to curl up into itself and shy away from the world. All the anger had left her when she saw you like that, replaced with a calming smile as she attempted to calm you down.

"You say you want to leave the castle but you shut down into yourself when you get scared. You need to stay here so I can look after you my sweet. You'll be my good girl and stay won't you?" You tried hard to speak but your panic made that impossible. You hated at how you reacted around her, you hated that she made you this way. You protested but she hushed you by talking over you in her excitement. Telling you that it's alright to be nervous but she's here for you now, that you no longer need to worry.

Teleporting you and her back to your tower, the home she made for you, the one place you dreaded seeing. "Here, you'll be safe here my sweet darling. Y/n has nothing to worry about now that Glimmer is here to save the day!" You yanked your hands out of her grasp, not noticing the slight falter in her smile as you wrapped your arms around yourself and stumbled back from her. You felt sick, so sick and drowsy as you made it slowly to your bed. You didn't hear the concern or words in Glimmer's voice as she followed behind while you fell into the sheets and tried to bury yourself in the pillows.

You felt her hands on your shoulders shortly and knew she was trying to comfort you, but all you felt was empty and cold. You wanted her to let you go, or even leave you alone. But you knew that she wouldn't, she'd never let you have the freedom you want. "Y/n? Baby?" You heard her ask. "You know I love you right?" It was just too much for you and you hated yourself for it. You wanted to resist her, to keep fighting and breaking her many gifts but it was just getting so hard.

She wasn't going to let you go and who would even believe you anyways? Maybe giving into to her was not the worst thing, but what stopped you was the things she'd say to herself when she thought you were sleeping. About how once you accept her and finally stop resisting her, that she'd make you feel wonderful. How she'll be so happy to take you to her bed once you two were married. You didn't want to think about it, and yet you couldn't help but think of the freedom that would give you.

Glimmer talks in her sleep somethings, the rare times you wake up in the middle of the night but don't move hoping you don’t wake her. However the stuff she says, the words that spill from her half asleep mind bother you. Things about how you'll never leave her, how she'll make sure you'll stay.

"Hmm? You heard me talk in my sleep again? Oh jeez, what did I say this time? Something about locking you up? Are you scared of going back to the dungeon that much? Oh my moons baby! No don't cry, here baby wipe your tears. I wouldn't send you back down to that cold place again. You learned from last time didn't you? Shush, baby calm down and breathe. It's okay, everything is fine."

She's far more manipulative then she lets on and will use every trick in the book to get you to agree with and to stay with her. "You don't belong out there, you belong here with me. What's so hard to understand about that hmm? Why can't you just be happy with being here with me? I'm Brightmoon's Queen for fucks sake!"

You get frustrated at times, feeling like you should be doing more or helping your friends. You've brought this up to her but it never goes anywhere other then her dismissing you.

"No, we are not talking about this again. I already told you enough times that you can't leave the castle. You have no reason to as your job is here. And besides, I won't allow you to leave. You don't get to leave, not anymore. I thought I would be fine with letting you free to mingle with all the others, but that time has passed. Others don't deserve you, not like I do."

She doesn't understand why you've been smiling less and less. Why doesn't she see that look of joy on your face when you're both together that she used to love? Why does the colour in your eyes seem to fade with each passing day when you see her? Glimmer will do anything to make you happy, she only wants you to smile for her, please?

"Y/n? Please smile for me? The only time I can get you to look me in the eyes is when I have to force you. But I won't if you'd do it on your own. Y/n? Please look at me?"

You try hard to keep from having a breakdown, knowing that if she sees you crying or holding yourself, that she'll rush over and try and comfort you which only makes it worse. She won't let go of you like this, telling you that you are fine and safe, that everything is alright. Even though you know it isn't. If you struggle she'll scold you and demand you stop so she can take care of you, just another way to control you.

"I'm not letting go until you feel better. I don't like to see you crying my love, my sweet darling. Please don't cry. Glimmer is here to make it all better."

You've tried leaving but the guards stop you, having been told that you are to stay in the castle and they will inform Glimmer, just like she had asked them to. You don't like the guilt trip she gives you when you try and leave without telling her so you stopped trying.

"Where do you think you're going Y/n? You always scream about how much of a mature adult you are, but then you pull stunts like this? Are you a child? Trying to run away again? And after all this time I thought I could trust you. Seems like I was wrong huh? But don't worry, I won't make this mistake again."

She doesn't see what she's doing as anything wrong and is so far into her own gas lighting that she just sees you being over dramatic. She just wants to spend time with you like a good girlfriend. So be a good girl and she'll be happy.

Glimmer is your girlfriend and that's a thought that leads you to some dark places. You didn't want this, you just wanted to return home and live a normal life of your choosing. You didn't want to be stuck by Queen Glimmer's side till you die. She was the one that forced you into the relationship and screamed at you when you protested against it.

So when you told her that you weren't her girlfriend when she had called you to her bed chambers to chat one night before she kept you confined to the castle. You didn't expect her to get mad. Sure she'd been a bit clingy, but to call her your girlfriend was a bit much. Sure sleeping together in the same room and spending almost every hour together was one thing, but you two were just close friends. Nothing more. That was until you told her no. When you said it, she went quiet for a while. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as you waited for her to say anything other then to just sit there in silence.

Suddenly you found yourself slammed onto your back, Glimmer's hands holding your wrists above your head as she straddled over your chest, her eyes glaring down with an intense magical stare. Her face held a serious look to it, like she'd made up her mind with something, something wrong.

She explained to you with a simple smile on her face, using words that only made you wish the bed was a sink hole and you'd just fall through it. That you were hers, that she loved you, and that she wouldn't waste her time with nonsense things like you telling her no. You don't get to tell her no anymore. She tells you this, between kissing and nipping at your neck that you will obey and be a good girlfriend for her. She needed you to behave, to be docile and to not resist her. She'd take care of all your needs, even if you wanted no part in any of it.

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