#Golly these two were difficult for me to put together but it was fun!

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Randomized Fusion between Dave and Cathal! Title is either Deceiver or Payola ^v^

Other concepts under cut:

(Atari head and portable VCR possibilities I ping ponged in my brain)

[aros001]

Going in blind: Watching season 2 for the first time. Random thoughts.

Huh. Only 7 episodes. Not complaining necessarily. For series with an ongoing plot I've definitely become more in favor with their seasons only having as many episodes as they need rather than them having to stretch themselves out to full up a certain number of episodes, which can lead to padding and just bad character moments.

Episode 1: Jeez. Catra visiting Shadow Weaver's cell just to rub her success in her face and verbally abuse her back for once. It's like a twisted version of Zuko and Ozai from ATLA. Catra's upbringing under her was abusive but this is far from a healthy way for her to deal with it. She's basically deliberately swimming in her resentment.

Episode 2: It's not that I'm rooting for her but by-golly was it fun to watch Catra act like just the absolute worst she could while she was Glimmer and Bow's captive.

I touched on this in season 1 but part of the drama of the heroes feeling guilt over leaving Entrapta behind is kind of lost on me a bit simply because it was her own fault it happened. She deliberately went back into the purge room because of her machine obsession, which then closed on her and erupted in flames. It was more than reasonable to assume she was dead and no one but her was to blame, so I'm not really able to be invested in their guilt over it.

That said, weirdly enough I do like that her "abandonment" doesn't seem to be even a blip on the radar for Entrapta herself. She hasn't joined the horde because she resents the heroes or felt left behind, she simply is so obsessed with machines and experimentation that she'll be on the side of whoever lets her do the most of that. Like, it's selfish and irresponsible but it's very in-character and I'd far rather have a traitor motivation be based in that over something stupid like a misunderstanding.

Episode 3: I love the mental image of Shadow Weaver thinking up princess-themed ghost stories to tell Adora as a child.

So, if the previous She-Ra Mara separated Eternia from the other realms/planets/whatever she did and that's what cut off the She-Ra line for 1000 years, I'm guessing Hordak may be from the time before that happened, thus his drive to create portals and calling Eternia a backwards world. Either he's naturally long-lived or his technology is extending his life.

Episode 4: You know, you could maybe argue it was vague enough that it could be taken other ways but I'm definitely getting some vibes here that Scorpia is crushing on Catra. She literally refers to the two of them as soulmates at one point. I know she says she's trying to be friends but this feels a level beyond that.

Fun little reference to the original She-Ra cartoon thrown in there (and maybe Cowboy Bebop...? James Bond...? What was Glimmer's art style supposed to be?). I like how it is more like just playful ribbing than anything outright dumping on the original. Again, I've never seen original She-Ra but whenever remakes/adaptations go out of their way to trash to the original I always kind of wonder why they bothered doing an adaptation if the original is just that bad? Also, I was having trouble sleeping so it was about 2am when I watched this episode and the very Eartha Kitt Catwoman Catra made it very difficult for me not to lose my **** and stay quiet. With how much of a contrast that version is from the one in this series, that was hilarious. Bonus note, it's a nice touch that Frosta's version of Catra is a pretty crasher in that sweet suit, since that's the only impression of Catra she's ever had.

Adora being a chosen one is definitely elevated up simply by how much the pressure of what she's supposed to be is getting to her. I'm likely going to keep making Avatar The Last Airbender comparisons throughout the series but that's partly because I went into this series figuring it'd be at least structured similar to ATLA (season 1 being more episodic and a little more kid-friendly as it builds up the world before getting more serious later). Adora and Aang are interesting to compare here. Aang's worries early on were less apparent because he was more in-denial/choosing not to think about his problems that much, which fit with his character as a free-spirited Air Nomad. While Adora is much more military-minded. She can't keep herself from thinking about her problems and trying to prepare for the worst-case scenario. And jeez, that idea of who/how Catra is in her mind. Not only beating her but making her watch as she takes everything she cares about away. Not Shadow Weaver, not Lord Hordak, but Catra. That whole Lion King Mufasa/Scar moment between them in episode 11 and their fight in the S1 finale really did a number on her mental image of her old friend. Not reasonably so.

Minor note: I'm sure I'm the only one who got this impression but by the look of it, the way the robot's eye moved, and the music, after getting the soda spilled on it that little spybot gained sentience for half a second and then immediately died. It was so darkly comedic I had to laugh.

Episode 5: So that red disc is basically She-Ra's Red Kryptonite, having an effect on the mind rather than the body. The drunk Adora joke doesn't really do it for me but it did get some nice interactions going between Scorpia and Sea Hawk, two characters I certainly wasn't expecting to bond. I did really like Catra's panic when berserker She-Ra nearly beheads her. The implication is that is Adora really wanted to kill her Catra would already probably be dead. It's a thing I like about powerhouse characters like Superman or Aang, who could just demolish everything around them and don't simply because they're a good person...which in turn makes them the scariest person on the planet when they're well and truly ticked off. I'm not going to lie, I do kind of want to see a She-Ra version of Aang when Appa was stolen or when Superman fought The Elite.

Also, Catra's line of "I have control over Adora. I'm not giving that up for anything.". There's a lot to read into there.

Episode 6: I guess my prediction was sort of right. Shadow Weaver became basically a magic parasite and while it did increase the power she's capable of the implication seems to be that she needs a constant fix of magic to keep herself going, thus her attachment to the Black Garnet.

Have we seen Micah before? Given how long ago the flashback seems set, the fact that Shadow Weaver didn't kill him and thus he probably becomes someone important later in life, I'm guessing he's Glimmer's dad and the queen's late husband, since I think he's the only important male character whose face we haven't seen yet. Also, he's voice by Ezra from Star Wars Rebels and that cracks me up for some reason. It's the exact same voice and a relatively similar character.

I compared Catra and Shadow Weaver with a kind of twisted version of Zuko and Ozai and that definitely still fits here. Both Catra and Zuko confront their parent and call them out for the inexcusable abuse they put them through but while that moment was the start of Zuko's upwards journey this and SW's betrayal seems like it's going to cause Catra to spiral even further. Makes sense why Adora leaving affected her so much. She's probably the only one Catra's ever had that she could consistently trust and rely on, even if she did somewhat resent her.

Not surprised Hordak is getting along with Entrapta. She's not socially aware enough to be scared or intimidated by him, so she'll speak frankly, and since all she wants to talk about is the machines, experiments, and how they could get them to work Hordak probably doesn't take much issue with that. She's producing results, which is what he cares about, thus also why Shadow Weaver and Catra started losing favor with him. I wonder if Catra is going through imposter syndrome? Shadow Weaver had that line that Entrapta earned her place next to Hordak and, if you think about it, Catra hasn't really "earned" anything. We saw that she didn't really take her training or studies that seriously, showing up late to combat practice and even getting partial credit for what Adora beat. She wasn't promoted to Force Captain because of her own abilities but because Adora had defected when she was supposed to get that title. She's come close to a few victories but never really had any except for Glimmer and Bow's kidnapping...whom she then basically let escape when she returned Adora's sword to her. She doesn't have the slightest clue how the horde's bureaucracy works when trying to get things done, like simply getting troops armor. Given how much better than her Adora always was and how little she herself has to her name, I wonder is subconsciously Catra believes she doesn't deserve her current position and thus why she's fretting so much over trying to prove herself.

Episode 7: Am I mistaken or did Bow's parents say that he's the youngest of TWELVE siblings? I was going to ask whether Bow was adopted or if his dad's used a surrogate or if maybe there's even just simply magic in She-Ra's world that allows two people of the same sex to have a child together but now I'm just focused on the 12 kids thing. I get nervous just imagining myself having more than one. You should see me when I'm with two cats. I have to pet both of them because I'd feel like I'd be making one feel left out and like the other is the favorite. I'm a mess with kids.

The dad with dreadlocks (Lance?), his design looked familiar to me and I finally realized it reminded me a of a fanart design for a human Grim from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. Very different voices between those two characters though.

I wonder if there's any significance to the robot protecting the crystal having the same design as those in the artic in episode 5? Obviously both have the connection to the First Ones but the robot in the forest who was also protecting First Ones' tech had a more insect-like design over these more worm/Graboid ones.

I'm kind of curious what Hordak would have done if Catra had told the truth. Given his interactions with her and Shadow Weaver he doesn't seem like the time to tolerate failure but I suppose the implication here is that he at least would respect those who own up to their failures. Or I suppose more simply he was just testing to see if she would lie to him and since she did there's little merit in keeping her in a position of authority anymore where she could lie about important things again.

Season 2 verdict: Still enjoying it. Another person on this reddit recommended I view seasons 2 and 3 as one since they are basically just one season split in two. I was going to do that but this ended up longer than I thought I would, so I'll just do 2 and 3 separate to keep them semi-organized and easier to read.

I think overall Catra is my favorite character since she has the most interesting backstory, interactions, and just general path through the story out of everyone. She's like Pearl from Steven Universe or, well, Zuko. There's just so much baggage there that she's trying and kind of failing to deal with. I'm always invested in whatever's happening when she's onscreen. Hordak so far is a good big boss villain for Adora to face but Catra is a good archenemy for her.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/o027y3/going_in_blind_watching_season_2_for_the_first/

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (5/5)

A/N: The last chapter to this fic. It's a long one and I gotta say that I've had a lot of fun with this one. After I post this chapter, I'll be sure to post the masterpost for this fic. And of course it'll be available on ao3 soon enough.

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Chapter 5: Adore You

If you had to draw a map to find the way home once you were captivated by the gaze of those trustworthy, soft eyes of his, you would surely run out of ink; pools of blue, unwavering in their affection, drew you in, and you were willing to drown in them. There were facets about them that fascinated you as much as the scales of a butterfly did; they did not shimmer, but they gleamed and sparkled; it's what made you pause and search for a wisp of an acquaintance that very first time you saw him; finding a familiarity that threatened to sweep you away. Why you even found fire in those eyes; it was there in his moments of determination and passion. Oh, how their color shifted with his moods was a type of magic you wanted to spend the rest of your life being mesmerized by. To be sure he wasn't mistaken, he dare not blink; exhibiting the full spectrum of what Billie Eilish described as ocean eyes; he had to be sure. "Y-you do?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I do."

It wouldn't occur to you till later, that he had given you a choice. For instead of the typical proposal question, where it was more asserted, Rick asked in a manner in which there was equal footing; it spoke volumes of the respect he had for you. With shaky hands, he slipped a ring whose stone was as clear and blue as his eyes and cut perfectly like a rose, the band covered in gold vines and silver leaves which weaved together; he made it himself, and if you thought back far enough, you could remember when he was ambiguous about his plans to create a new type of stone. Honestly, you didn't realize it would be for this.

"Gosh," he sniffled. "I-I promised myself that I w-wouldn't cry."

But cry he would; fat, sloppy tears that blinded one's vision. He wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, and fought to regain composure, but lost to the new wave which followed. You gently pried his hands away from his face, softening at his tear-stained cheeks. "It's okay, you can cry if you want to. I already know how tender you are."

Goodness, how long had he wanted to do this? For while it had almost been two years in which he had last attempted to, it might've been on his mind for much longer than that; eating away at his clarity; at the self-confidence that was torn down and repaired daily. You were grateful and proud that this man wanted you; that he finally gathered the courage to ask and do as he intended and wanted. You….you had wanted this to happen, but did he know that? Your ocean of inquisitions thought otherwise.

However, it was time to quiet and quell his despondent thoughts. Your fingers dug into the collar of his sweater; the tang of nervous sweat and something so him which wafted off him made you yearn to bring him closer. The puffiness about his eyes didn't discourage you from pressing a kiss at the corner of them and from his throat came a choked sob and you were surrounded by the sounds of his disbelief; this cacophony was breaking your heart. There had to be something you could do to ease him. "Ricardo," you started, "considering the suddenness of the occasion, should we, in like fashion…my dear honey man, would you like to get married today?"

This new tidbit caught him off guard; so much so that he stopped crying; good. Now, he was the one who was unsure of whether this was real life or a simulation. He ran his fingers through his hair, double-checked his equipment, sprayed himself with water, and completed equations that had taken this earth dimension's leading mathematicians decades to understand. What you thought was odd was when he caught a pigeon, scanned its anatomy, and found it was sound; you were going to have to ask him about it later. "Rick, did you hear me?"

"Y-yes," he focused, "but what d-do you mean today? How?"

You figured he would have easily come to a conclusion, but then again, what do spacemen have to do with the price of bread?

"I mean that we don't have to wait if you don't want to." You slid your palm over his tattoo, memorizing with your fingertips where his skin was slightly raised. "We can just go down to the justice of the peace if you'd like."

"And y-you would be my wife today?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I think that's how it works."

"But what about a-a…"

"A wedding ceremony?" you interrupted. "Well, we can have one later. We can plan it however you want, and invite all our friends. There can be so much celebration that we'll be knocked out for a week. Until then, I just want to make you happy, and I believe the sooner the better. Okay? So, if we're going to do this, just tell me now and I'll go get the proper paperwork."

It never ceased to amaze you how easily he flitted through emotions as though it were the weather, and with vigor, he lifted you up and vibrated with joy. "Boy, golly gee…this really - this really razzes my b-berries! This is…wow, I-I can't believe it."

You couldn't believe his word choice either. "Oh, you better believe it, because now you're stuck with me and I have you all to myself. However, you're going to have to put me down now because the office closes at five. There are a few things I need to do before then."

Letting you down, he happily waved goodbye despite the fact that it wouldn't take long to get what you needed for this impromptu occasion. Though, when you entered your house, you took a moment to think about your father. There were things you still didn't understand, like why he never told you about his friendship with Rick, or why you two never really discussed what he'd do if you got married; if he had been here, maybe you two would have talked about which flowers would look best as centerpieces; like whether roses or mums were cheerful enough or if this really was a good idea; if such an age gap was surmountable. Yet, in a way you felt as though you were honoring him; for your father and your mother had been unconventional and had gotten married without all the showy displays then road tripped a bit before settling here; you were simply following tradition.

Maybe, you didn't have to know about the why's and what-ifs, but focusing on what you could do seemed a whole lot easier to do. You kicked off your sneakers and dashed upstairs. You knew where your important documents were, but you thought that choosing a cute outfit would take a little longer. You wanted a certain vibe, one that would make things easier on him and then it came to you; why not revisit an old favorite; one that reminded you of his eyes; always, forever blue.

When you returned, you found him pacing around. He was deep in thought, and it took a moment for him to notice that you had returned. Almost comically, his eyes widened as he took in your appearance, and he started to cry again. "That's th-the dress. From that one time."

"It sure is."

With a twirl, you flaunted the blue chiffon dress, and felt like a dream; his visible adoration was not lost on you. It was a relief that this time you hadn't taken an hour to fuss or worry that you weren't dressed for the part, and you weren't wearing shoes which would kill your feet, but instead rocked some converse. "These shoes are made for walking and that's just what I'll do."

Unlike you, Zeta-7 wanted to fuss and choose something dressier, but you somehow managed to convince him that his blue button-up would be fine, and no tie was necessary; hidden ray guns were allowed just in case this happened to be the day that the Gromflomites attacked; not even Earth-based military scanners would be able to detect them. Though, you did allow him to fix up his hair, because one, you thought he was quite handsome with it combed back, and two, it's what he felt he needed to do to look the part. "How do I-I look?"

"Like the man I'm going to marry. Are you ready handsome?"

With a nod, he grabbed the folder with all the documents he needed. "Y-you bet."

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At the courthouse, the entire security staff grouped together and teased you about your keys; you should've known that you'd face trouble once you went through the metal detector; you had a lot of keychains; they were from the days when you and your father would go shopping together. Like Rick, he liked yard sales and thrift stores; sometimes he'd get grab bags and there would be vintage keychains, and he'd give them to you knowing you'd like them. You were told by one of the older guards that it wasn't natural for a grown woman to have a set of keys that weighed five pounds. Zeta-7 began to worry, but you told him you could handle it, and you figured the guards were bored and had nothing else to do. What you didn't tell them was that the main reason your keys were heavy was that you were carrying two sets; yours and your father's old keys; Rick knew, but he respected your wishes to leave it be.

Despite this, you two made your way to the right office; it only took fifteen minutes of going to lobby after lobby, free coffee, and endless rugs in all this indoor nothingness. And nobody knew better than Rick when it came to how much you hated paperwork, but nonetheless, you went through the painstaking process of signing this and that, wondering why they didn't make it easier for people by asking yes or no questions; this better not become someone's confetti. Rick breezed through it all, and you were slightly jealous that he knew what he was doing, but it was due to the fact that citadel paperwork was a lot more frustrating and difficult; he had to go through stacks of it weekly; poor man. While he sat quietly, you were in-between forms that had to be signed in triplicate and heard the gossip coming from the people who were working in the back of the office. What they didn't know was that their ignorance made you more determined; you'd fought your own expectations, that of others, as well as what seemed right to do long enough and no one, not even death itself was going to stop you from doing this; it was the best thing you could ever do for yourself and for him as well. You breathed a sigh of relief when you and Rick finally signed the marriage certificate; finally, it was done, and he watched rapturously as you set down the pen so that he could kiss you without refrain.

If you hadn't known better, you'd say the world shied away; dissolving into a plane of nothingness as he enveloped you with a strength that was deceptive for a man of his years; he had become a little more confident; it might've taken a few years, but all you knew was that it suited him. Being nurtured and cared for, as well as loved in the right sort of environment did wonders on Zeta-7; so much so, that he could hold the world in the palm of his hand and still manage not to damage it. It wasn't shocking that some found this outward display sweet, and you almost had hope for humankind, but then there was a laugh or two from the back; you made a mental note to consider moving off Earth. No one was going to ruin this moment for him, and relishing the moment, you chased his mouth for a second kiss; you know, to prove your point.

And if you hadn't already been proud of him, what made you even prouder was what he said on the way out. "Please stop laughing at m-my wife. Th-that's very rude."

His wife? Yes, you were his wife now. It's strange how you could wake up and wonder what you should have for breakfast and be here where you were now; in a whole new chapter of your life; wondering what will come next. Confusing yes, but not something to be afraid of; you welcomed this happy transition.

Back at the car, you were still recovering from his earlier outburst; the like which was almost out of character. "Did you see the look on her face? I thought it was going to fall off with how far her jaw dropped. Wasn't it a sight?"

Though, he was busy staring at the ring on his own hand which you had picked out when you two made a stop at a consignment shop earlier. It wasn't that complex like yours, but he loved it. "All I could see was - was you."

"You flirt."

You gave his shoulder a playful shove, and in turn, he laughed a full-on belly laugh; this happy noise was music to your ears. "Gosh, I-I mean it. Y-you, look so pretty today." A bit shyly, he commented. "Blue looks very good on you."

"Thank you. So, how should we celebrate? A trip to the moon perhaps? Going across the universe? Maybe a kaiju fight with Matango? Or watching Spiderman 2? Honestly, I'm game for anything."

You had decent shoes on and didn't care what he wanted to do because you were happy if he was happy. And as though it were just another afternoon, he glowed with happiness when he asked. "Mrs. Sanchez, do you - do you want to go get some ice cream?"

Some things will never change and you didn't mind that. "I'd love to. As the author, L.M. Montgomery once said, 'I guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination.' And, you know, it's so true. I intend to go all out with the toppings today. It's certainly that kind of occasion."

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He couldn't seem to want to let go of your hand; as though the world would fall away if he didn't and that this would turn out to be a cruel dream. Still, you humored and spoiled him. As intended, you got all the toppings; Rick thought it was a kids dream come true with the amount of candy you had in your waffle bowl. And since you had enough to share, you took the liberty to feed him. He chatted on; offering charming stories from his band days; unlike other Ricks who were in a rock band called Flesh Curtains, his band had been a jazz and bossa nova trio; the band name had been comprised of a numerical equation; if you had named them you would've called them the Zeta Bytes.

Now, Rick wasn't a messy eater, but during one of his more excitable stories, he spilled a bit on the corner of his mouth. Ready with a napkin, you wiped it away, and couldn't help but laugh at how boyish it was. Giving your hand a squeeze, he absentmindedly brushed his thumb on the back of your hand; adoration coloring his voice. “You're t-t-too good to me.”

"There's no such thing. If anything, I gotta spoil you rotten."

You found no hindrance in his mood and this time he didn't think twice about kissing you then and there as he liked while you were still holding the napkin; fear and shame of public displays of affection being one less thing to worry about now. Who cared if your ice cream was melting, because your heart was melting; his mouth tasted of chocolate and promises. A soft chuckle escaped him as he pulled away; his promise whispered against your lips. "I-I promise I'll be good t-t-to you."

Being loved suited him; it really, really did wonders on his countenance and it made you wonder what else he could now do.

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By now you were a little tired, but Ricks contagious energy invigorated your spirits; you bet he could've come up with an invention and completed it today if he stayed this hyped up. Instead, he used that energy to make fresh rolls to go with the leftover acorn squash soup; you hadn't been that hungry, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. And when dinner had been eaten, you helped him with the dishes; nothing you hadn't done before, but his spirit was lighter and more at ease; he even bumped your hip with his as a gesture of playfulness. After cleaning up the kitchen, he decided that he'd like to take a shower and refresh himself and in the meantime, you stepped out into the backyard to enjoy the beauty of the night. In this part of town, despite the light pollution, you could see a fair amount of stars.

You had never studied astronomy, but Rick had shown you in diagrams and in textbooks of their names and explained how they were formed; to him, their complexity was like poetry, and it made them beautiful. You couldn't recite it by memory, but you had a feeling that beyond your current comprehension perhaps there was life amongst those heavenly bodies, despite the heat or deadly gases; if you had learned anything about space, it was that worlds were more along the lines of art and beauty than fields of science which were easily explained. Yet, in the air, where there was a sweet perfume, thick, but intoxicating, only where you were currently mattered; you saw that in the leftmost part of the yard there was jasmine which was currently in bloom; its blanket of flowers reminding you of snow. Hadn't you read of this somewhere before? Maybe.

In the grass near your feet, grasshoppers leaped away, and crickets chirped their songs. And you relished the strong breezes and the song of the night which may consume a melancholic heart if it were searching for tragedies instead of sweet dreams. And it had only been a few hours ago when you had thought that all of which transpired might've been a dream. Though, whatever truths that had come to light in the hours after the simulation, you were glad of them.

In the dark, sights and sounds were heightened and mesmerizing, albeit curious in its own right; if it hadn't been for the sound barrier Rick had on his property, you would've heard the obnoxious sound of the next-door neighbor's TV as they watched infomercials. Still, it was a beautiful night. Sitting on the bench which overlooked the whole yard, you thought of what wonderful things you'd like to share with Rick, and then he found you. For his part, he had changed into something more relaxed; into a light blue button-down that was similar to the one he was wearing earlier, but this one was softer, and it was paired with navy pants; it reminded you of blue pants Rick with his attire, but it was cute and suited him. With him, he had brought over a tray of goodies and you two ate cookies and cakes and drank earl grey under the moonlit night.

The pause in conversation gave allowances for observations. For example, you took a good long look at him as he sipped his tea; admiring how casual he appeared tonight. Without his labcoat or sweater, his identity seemed separate from that of his dimension jumping, scientist self; making way for the person deep inside; the friendly neighbor who won your heart without even trying. He noticed eventually that you had been staring at him, and he broke the silence with his inquiry. "What are y-you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you cutie. You um….you look really good in those blue pants of yours. Thinking of taking up modeling anytime soon?"

"N-no," he answered with an air of obliviousness that you found endearing. "not unless my next work assignment requires it. Gee, why do you ask?"

"Hmm, it's because you wear your clothes well. I always thought you did, but I don't believe I ever mentioned it."

He ruminated on what you said for a few minutes, before setting down his cup. "Did you - did you always find me attractive?"

"No," you confessed. "but you're the only person I've ever really been attracted to. I…..I always liked the fact that our relationship was built on something more substantial. You see, the more I got to know you, the more irresistible I found you. Though," you winked. "those teeth of yours were always too cute to resist."

This truth of yours made him comfortable enough to relinquish one of his own. "C-can I tell you a secret?"

"It's not much of a secret if you tell me dear, but you can tell me anyway."

Wringing his hands together, he confessed solemnly. "That day y-you tripped on the sidewalk nearby my house, I-I almost decided not to cross the road."

Not cross the road? Hmm, it had been an option. In your mind's eye, you could imagine it; the tall, lanky figure of a man debating against his better judgment on what he ought to do; so close but so far; knowing that he was altering the course of his future and putting yours at risk. Poor man, having to wallow over a moral dilemma like that. "Why is that?"

"Gosh, y-you….I didn't want to take advantage of the situation."

It could've been taken that way, but you never thought so. "So what changed your mind?"

"I thought you were going to cry, and I-I didn't… I didn't want you to suffer anymore. I thought t-to myself, that if I got t-t-to know you, then you wouldn't have to be lonely anymore."

When he said this, you nearly couldn't look at him; not because he knew more than he let on, but because who knows what paths you two would've taken if he hadn't shown up that day. Tears bit at the back of your eyes, and your nails bit into your palms. "Dear, love isn't always a cure for heartache," He tensed up at this, but you knew you had to tell him. You weren't upset because you had guessed as much, but being assured of it cemented the fact. "but I'm sure that without you, without your friendship, I might not be here right now. I think I was depressed, and from time to time I still feel that way. I…I have thought of ways to make my troubles end, ways you might not have been proud of, but you've shown me a better way to live. I think…no, I know that by expanding my horizons, I understand now that there's so much to look forward to, and not to take life for granted. Why," you paused, fighting the tears which threatened to fall. "you reminded me that I gotta make the most of this crazy, unpredictable life, and I'm happy that I'll get to do that with you."

He understood and accepted this answer and gave you a look of adoration and pride; the like that you hoped you'd always remember. And when you two were done with tea, you both took a walk about the garden. The sweet perfume of jasmine intermingled with that of the scent of his soap, and combined with the candor of his speech made this place feel like a well of comfort. He followed behind you as you two spoke, and you were conscious of the fact that with his freshly washed hair brushed back, it made him more appealing. His hands were in want of yours as he matched your pace, and you felt slightly mischievous as you'd skip or teased him to catch you; it wasn't long until he gathered you in his arms and laughed, and you asked without much seriousness for him to let you go, but while he loosened his grip, he didn't let go entirely. "Gosh, y-you make me feel so young. It - it feels so good to have you in my arms."

"Oh, really?" you giggled. "That's great to hear."

Pressing a kiss to your temple, he sighed. "It's unfortunate that I'm so old."

"That's okay. I like you as you are. It goes well with your personality."

"Thank you mi corazón. It feels good to hear that. However, can I-I ask you something?"

"Mhm."

"¿Si hubiera s-sido más joven, habría marcado la diferencia?"

"If you had been younger? I don't know. Possibly," you admitted. "I might've been less reluctant about my feelings at the beginning, but I truly don't know. I'd like to think that I'd still would've fallen for you anyway. You're a wonderful man Ricardo, you don't have to doubt that, anyone can see that. It doesn't matter how old you are, but it's who you are."

"Y-you're right." With reluctance, he allowed his arms to drop to his sides, and he wondered. "It um - it's getting late. Should I-I walk you home?"

Was he forgetting that he didn't have to? Maybe not. Perhaps he needed a sign; one that said that any suggestion of further intimacy was alright. "I thought I was home." you answered, "Don't you want me to stay?"

Scratching the back of his neck, he nodded. "Yes, I-I-I-I do."

"Then it's settled. We'll have a big sleepover," you brightened. "and it'll never have to end. I'll borrow a pair of your pj's and hog all the blankets because I'll get cold."

"And in - in the morning," he added warmly, "w-we can have pancakes."

"Yeah, and watch enough interdimensional cable to make us go blind."

"But I-I might have to work tomorrow."

"Oh. Well, then I guess I'll just have to eat all your snacks until you come back. We might have to take a trip to Costco at some point because they sell these mushroom crisps that are to die for."

Standing under the persimmon tree, he stepped forward and gave your shoulder a squeeze. "Y-you can have whatever you want," With a strong arm slipping around your waist, you felt almost shy at the way he smiled protectingly down at you. His warm breath ghosted about your ear, and his voice was above a whisper as he confessed. “because I-I-I finally got you princess and I'm not - I'm not going t-to let you go.”

At the sound of this pet name, you felt a slight warmth rush to your cheeks, but you didn't laugh it off as you had once but agreed with warmth. “You may do as you please, Mr. Sanchez.”

And so he did. Without hesitation, he lifted your chin and brushed your lips with his thumb. His eyes sparkling with humor, promise, and a confidence that was somehow so very appropriate on his face. "I love you. I-I-I always have. From the time I first held your hand, I knew it had to be you. I would've been a fool if I - if I hadn't tried. Even now, it's hard to believe, but it's starting to sink in."

"Me too. It's unbelievable, but it's true and we have the paperwork to prove it."

Leaning down, he pressed a sweet kiss onto your lips. It was so gentle, it was as though you might break if he tried otherwise. Kissing you again, he sighed against your lips. "It's beautiful out t-tonight."

"It is."

Pressing a hand to his cheek, you softened. "But I think I'm ready to call it a night. Why don't we go in?"

Weaving his fingers with yours, he softened. "Okay."

You used to think to yourself and wonder if his house would ever be ready to receive you, but what you now realized was that it had always been ready, and only you had been waiting for it all to catch up; for him to know what he wanted and to be courageous and say; for you to know what you needed, and to accept that being yourself didn't make you any less attractive or unique and that you weren't alone; you had never been alone, for he had always been waiting. His home, why it was always home, but it was always home because he was what grounded you and you were what grounded him. And you felt so married to him then, and everything felt as it should. Nothing had really changed, except for a title, and a promise; for you two were friends as you had always been; him the happy go lucky old man, and you the silly neighbor who met him by accident, but you couldn't deny that you loved him with your entire being and so did he. As promised, he intended to do everything in his power to protect you, even as you two were getting ready for bed. His body seemed to curl around you as to shield you from whatever monsters could be hiding in the dark.

So, when it happened that you rested your head upon his chest and felt the temptation of sleep washing over you, you pressed a light kiss to his cheek and confessed softly. "I can't wait to wake up next to you."

Fin

[rwbyremnants]

WARNING: Mild sensuality.

NOTE: Ever blink and a month has gone by? Happens to me all the time. Sorry about the huge gap, I have been trying to get another fic ready to post and time just ran away from me. Hopefully I won't let that happen again anytime soon!

=Chapter 13

This time, Yang was the first one to the depot. Weiss felt incredibly relieved when she saw her motorcycle stashed in the back; after having hung around the chilly abandoned husk of a building for an hour last time to no avail, it was nice to walk into the situation knowing that her efforts would not be wasted.

“Hey,” Yang breathed, standing from the couch when she saw Weiss approaching. She had already taken her jacket off, and underneath was a yellow tank top that definitely would not have been allowed in school. She smoothed her palms on the thighs of her jeans, lips twitching into an awkward smile. Again, Weiss was struck by how odd it was to see such a confident woman turn into a bundle of nerves. “Um… good, you made it.”

“I did! I made it here before, too, while we weren’t talking; I know where it is.”

“You did?” Her smile slipped a little. “Wait… oh. You came by to see if I would show.”

“Yes. But it’s okay!” she told her hurriedly, skipping forward to her side and alighting a hand on her forearm. “Seriously, I just… didn’t know what else to do. Anyway, it’s in the past.”

The nervous Dragon relaxed somewhat. “God, I just feel really, really dumb. I mean, getting yelled at by the fuzz was no fun, having all the girls snapping at me for bringing you along so much when none of us knew you very well… but I knew down deep that you weren’t the problem. Just looked like you were, and… and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, well, well. Maybe the great Yang Xiao Long isn’t always in total control of the situation, hmm?” They both laughed, Yang distinctly embarrassed. “It’s alright. I feel stupid for not realising my stupid brother might be watching us like a Peeping Tom!”

“Yeah,” she sighed, shivering in a most un-Yang way. “Creepy. But that’s both our fault for not thinking; we’ll just have to… do better. That’s all.”

Weiss sank down on the couch, wincing in slight pain from sitting on her brand. “Now I’m really up to my neck, though. I’m a Dragon. Me! How am I supposed to maintain this without my father figuring out and my whole life being ruined?”

“You could just drop out of school,” Yang said in an easy tone as she sat down next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. Weiss leaned in instinctively. “Live with one of us; Kali would take you in for sure, as much as she wants a piece of your cute little peach pie.”

“Oh, stop.” When Yang laughed, she elbowed her very gently. “And I can’t do that. Not yet, at least.”

“You can’t? I mean, I didn’t expect you to, anyway, but why not?”

“Salem wants me to keep an eye on my father. That was part of the reason she even inducted me into your, um, ‘social club’ in the first place, I think. Otherwise… well, I really don’t know why.”

Yang sat there nodding for a minute or so. Then she began, “Salem… sees things the rest of us don’t. I mean, she really creeps me out sometimes, but she’s also real smart, and understands how the world works. So if you walked in and seemed like you’d make a decent Dragon, she’d make you a Dragon. What she saw in you that told her you would be… I have no idea.”

“Me, either. I'm not very tough.”

“Well… you are, but not the way I am.” Her lips pulled into a slight smile. “You're actually really strong in your own way. Ever since we started hanging out together, I’ve been pretty impressed.”

Biting her lower lip and leaning a little more into Yang’s warmth, she purred, “Dragon-strong?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Guess we’re gonna find out, Schnee.”

“Mmm. Maybe we can find out right no-OW.”

Yang drew back to look at the pain in her features. “Burn still hurts, huh?”

“Yeah. I mean, they told me it would for a couple weeks, but it’s just… intolerable! How did you all go through with this?”

“Well, for one thing, mine’s not on my butt,” she snickered, though she was at least petting along Weiss’s back to offer some comfort alongside the teasing. “Gotta admit, I’m a little mad that Salem got to claim your ass before I did.”

“Where is yours? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Against all odds, that made Yang’s petting falter, and she was silent for a moment. Then she whispered, “Not sure you’re ready to see that.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” she breathed, echoing Yang’s words from before. “Guess we’re gonna find out.”

Yang turned to look at her properly. Then, in one fluid motion, she yanked the tank top up and over her head, displaying her chest entirely. She wasn’t wearing a brassiere! Though Weiss did instinctively yelp and cover her eyes, it was only for a brief second before she began to lower her hands.

Normally, the sight of another woman’s breasts would have been enough to hold her attention. She was not used to seeing anyone underdressed, despite the brief demonstration from Velvet. This time was different. In the center of Yang’s chest, between the two sizeable mounds, lay the little dragon brand that matched the one she now owned. It was almost flawlessly in the center, and slick and white instead of pink or red as her own would be for some time.

“Ohhh… but isn’t that- I mean, if you ever wore one of those new-fangled swimsuits… everyone would see…”

“Don’t care. I wanted it right over my heart. The Dragons are a part of me forever. Even if I left, they’d still be close to my heart, y’know?”

She noticed Yang tense when she raised a hand toward her chest. But she only ran a fingertip over the scar, feeling how slick it was compared to the other untouched skin. This was a lot closer than they had ever been before, and her own heart was rocketing into her throat. The abandoned depot grew quite silent and still as they remained in that moment, Weiss stunned by both her dedication to the Dragons and to her willingness to let another person get so close to her so easily.

Then she smirked. “Liar.”

“Huh?”

“That’s not why you had it put here. You just wanted an excuse to flash any girls you got to come visit your secret lair.”

Blinking down at her for a long few seconds of shock, Yang finally snorted and grinned. “Yeah, you sure got me. But you fell for it the same as all the others.”

“Guess so. I’m a sucker for a tall, strong, dangerous biker.” Her hand smoothed up and down between the soft mounts, and Yang’s eyes closed. “But really… I’ve never known anyone like you.”

“Mmm… and I’ve never known anyone like you. Most girls from Atlas Heights… they’re comfortable there. They’d rather pretend not to see me than try and… figure out if I’m worth talking to.”

“Well, I’m not like most girls anywhere, from anywhere.”

“Very true.” Her eyes slid open, and they were dark now, heavy-lidded and gazing straight down at Weiss as her hand came up to lift her chin. Locking their gaze. Connecting them. “You’re… the best one.”

“What?”

“The best girl there ever was. Anywhere, from anywhere. It’s you.”

That stole her breath completely, and she felt her stomach disappear. Her lips parted to reply, but no words came; what could she say to that? Her eyes flicked down to the hand pressing into Yang’s heart, then back up to the eyes so sure of themselves, not blinking or wavering from her in the slightest.

“I’m in love with a brute,” she admitted, voice barely a whisper.

Yang took her lips right then, desperate, needy where Yang was so usually so confident and reassuring. Weiss had to be the one to reassure her this time. Her other hand came up to rest on her neck, grazing up to tangle in her hair and then back down to her shoulder. This time, when a tongue poked at her bottom lip she opened willingly, and only let out a groan of need when it entered her mouth, found her own. It was glorious. It was too much, it was not enough - it was Yang.

They shifted again and Weiss let out a grunt of pain. Yang parted from her mouth to whisper, “You alright?”

“Golly, no,” she answered honestly. “But… it’s my brand.”

“Right, here.” Yang leaned back, pulling Weiss on top of her.

“OH! Yang, what do you- th-this position is so unseemly!”

Laughing softly, she gazed up at Weiss with a huge smile. The waves of blonde hair pooling all around her, soft breasts above hard abdomen, alluring eyes… they were so inviting in a way Weiss couldn’t resist. Or at least, she was having a very difficult time doing so.

“You gonna make me yours, Schnee?”

“N-not that easily! I’m not a trollop!”

“You keep saying that…” Her hands alighted on Weiss’s hips, clutching very slightly. “And you also said you didn’t want me to be your brute. Look how that changed.”

Weiss smirked a little, leaning down until their noses were touching. “I said I didn’t want you to be a brute to me. And I didn’t. This is the only Yang I want; one who doesn’t try to push me around.”

“I didn’t push. I nudged.” Weiss laughed out loud at that, and Yang giggled along with her as she took her lips again, only toying with them for a moment. “Mmm, yeah. But you were right; I’m not Cinder, and you’re not Velvet. Nobody owns nobody. What we got, babe? It’s… everything I’ve ever wanted.”

This time, it was the princess who lost control, recklessly crashing their lips together as they breathed each other in, slid hands up and down sides. Once, Yang’s brushed her scar but she barely flinched and Yang was moving the hand again, keeping that one on her back from then on. Their hips began to shift back and forth, tongues sliding over each other more than Weiss would have dreamed herself capable of handling. It was all new, and insane, and wonderful.

Finally, Yang broke the kiss to whisper, “You like those?”

“I think so,” she admitted, squeezing her breast again, flicking her thumb over the nipple. Yang sucked in a breath and let it out shakily. “And you like that I like them.”

“Sure. When you’re not… twisting it like I’m a ham radio.” When Weiss pinched a little tighter, she hissed in through her teeth again before grinning up at the princess. “Mmm, feels good. Want me to show you?”

“What?” When a fingerless-gloved hand began sliding up her blouse, over the buttons, she pushed it away with her free hand. “Stop that, you cad.”

“Me? Cad?”

“Yes, you.” But the hand did fall to her waist instead, and she pouted. “Aww, you gave up so easily.”

“I did what my princess asked, okay? That’s what non-cads do.”

Grinning, she leaned down again to kiss her. “My favourite non-cad. And my favourite Dragon.”

“Funny, you’re my favourite Dragon, too.”

Being called that shot a weird thrill through Weiss that had nothing to do with their bodies being so close. The idea of being a gang member was still so fresh and raw that almost every time it was brought up, Weiss felt the fear all over again. An uncertainty about the future.

“It’s too new, huh?” When Weiss only blinked down at her, Yang nodded a little. “I get it. Seen that look in Ilia’s eyes. Emerald’s. Vernal’s. You’re allowed to be a little crazy from all this.”

“No, no,” she reassured Yang, kissing her lips gently again before laying down on top of her, head nestling next to hers. Instantly, both hands were on her back again. “Well… yes. But I don’t regret what I did.”

“You sure?”

“No.”

“That’s normal, too,” she said with a subdued chuckle. “But I’m gonna be here for you, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Schnee.” After a moment to think, she changed it. “I promise, Weiss.”

Her lips pushed into Yang’s neck. “Thank you, Yang. And… um…”

“What?”

“About what I said a few minutes ago. I’m sorry if it was too soon. Maybe we’re not ready for that yet. Everything’s going crazy, and it’s hard for me to keep track of all this, a-and here you are taking me back and kissing me when I only just barely convinced you that I didn’t rat on your whole-”

“I love you, too.”

“What? Really?”

Yang pushed her back just enough so they could look at each other. “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t say it back right away. Just… wanted to kiss you a lot more than I wanted to say it.”

Her shy smile was laced with a bright red blush. “Are we really in love? Us? This is kooky!”

“A little kooky, but in all the best ways,” she laughed.

“Look at us! We’re two girls, from completely different sides of town, playing back seat bingo - and we don’t even have a back seat!”

“Will you cool off, spaz? Everything’s fine! I mean it.” Her hands smoothed up and down her sides again, and Weiss scoffed, settling in. “It feels good. You feel good, and I like hanging out with you. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

Deflating on top of her, Weiss began to pet along her shoulder and upper arm. “I suppose… oh, you’re right. I promise, eventually I’ll stop flipping my lid over this. Someday.”

“And I’ll believe it when I see it, my squirmy little princess.” That earned her a hard poke to her side, and she yelped, “HEY!”

“RUDE! A rude brute! I can’t believe I like you!”

“You more than like me - you loooooove me!”

“I do not!”

“Too late, you said you did!”

“I take it back!”

“No takesies-backsies, Schnee! I’m yours forever!” But immediately after, Weiss was slapping both hands over Yang’s mouth, trying to get her to be quiet. It wasn’t working.

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The time came for Weiss to report downstairs and check if Pyrrha was waiting for her yet. Yang had pulled her tank top back on when she started to feel a little chilly, and they had been talking ever since. It was nice to just talk with her sometimes.

“And that’s how you got it? A table?”

“Yep,” she sighed, scratching at the thin ribbon of scar tissue below her eye. “Pretty boring story.”

“Not boring enough,” Yang growled, grinding one fist into the opposite palm. “You bled, Schnee. I’d like to thump him on his stupid-”

“You’ll do no such thing. Don’t forget, Salem wants me to stay close, keep being Daddy’s Girl for a little while longer. You have to wait until after that mission is over before anyone thinks about any kind of ‘payback’, alright?”

Voice as helpless as could be while this angry, the Dragon snapped, “But he knocked you into a table! You had to get stitches! That’s not how a dad’s supposed to act!”

“Really? This coming from the woman who had bruises a week or so ago from her loving parent?”

“That’s different. I mean, everyone already knows Raven’s no prize mother.”

At that, Weiss deflated, curling a little tighter around Yang’s side. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

“Nah…” Sighing to let out her lingering tension, she hugged her back. “It was fair. I’m all hot under the collar about your dad hitting you, when I was telling you to ignore Mom laying into me.”

“Very true. It is a double-standard. Still, I’m sorry.” They relaxed for a moment longer. Weiss didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to give up this one moment of respite from everything and everyone. “Is… there any way…”

“Hm?”

“Could I try meeting her again? On her terms, instead of… of how it happened last time. Just to see if we could be friends.”

Yang sucked in a breath through her teeth, sitting up a little straighter and encouraging Weiss to do the same. Seemed she had noticed her checking her watch so frequently, after all. “Not so hot of an idea, Schnee. Raven doesn’t want anything to do with my friends, or the Dragons, or anyone at all.”

“She’s the mother of my girlfriend. Shouldn’t I meet her at some point?”

They both gazed at each other in the same moment, realising what Weiss had said. Forgetting her train of thought, she smiled sheepishly and dipped her head lower.

“Maybe. For now, let me just get used to having a princess all to myself.”

“Stop,” Weiss murmured, smiling a little wider. The kiss on her forehead enlarged that.

In short order, she escorted Weiss out front to look for Pyrrha. Eventually, they saw the Studebaker idling around the corner, so she turned back to kiss her cheek.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Well… is there any way your gal pal could drop you off near Shopkeep’s? Around the corner. She doesn’t have to come in with you again unless she wants to.”

Weiss shrugged non-committally. “Sure. I mean, as far as I know. But we’ll try for around the same time, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Wonderful!” Another little kiss, and Yang hummed her gratitude before taking Weiss’s lips again. A thrill shot through her at the idea of anyone else seeing them, but she decided not to care in the moment. Then she reclaimed her voice enough to whisper, “See you then, brute.”

“Later, Princess.”

As she climbed into the passenger seat, Pyrrha was beaming widely at her, and Weiss felt distinctly bashful about the whole situation. However, even through that bashfulness shone her true gratitude and glee at having smoothed everything over. No dark shadow cast by her imposing father could truly outshine the Dragons.

[espship18]

Kpop ship for Sarah anon

Hey guys! So, I have a ship here for an anon that goes by Sarah (: We have a big ship in for us today, so sit back, relax, and enjoy <3 

Based off your request, I used these characteristics to help me ship you: 

You are 5′ 10

You have a very energetic and silly personality

Your love language is touch 

You can be a bit sarcastic 

You also love to cook, bake, and eat

And in your request, you have been asked to be shipped with Astro, NCT, SF9, and Seventeen! I hope you’re excited, I am, let’s do this. 

Astro: MJ

You two are the cutest goody couple ever- you’re too cute for words! You and MJ would have that type of best friend love and if you guys have to be serious, you do it in the funniest way you possibly can- bottom line, you just wanna have fun together. First thing I think of when it comes to you and MJ is that MJ loves to prank you. MJ is a huge jokester, right? He would know how to push all your buttons, and he would also know how to frustrate you enough, and he’ll pick at you too because he’s a little shit. However, you can equally get back at him. Getting payback on MJ isn’t hard, you can easily get him back by scaring him- we all know he’s a scardy cat. Then sometimes, pranks go wrong. I can see you two being very clumsy when you’re together. You both are so into the moment that a lot of the time you lose your balance or you trip over your foot, and the prank is failed because you blew your cover, or one of you accidently tripped and unintentionally ruined the prank. Although the prank was failed, you to are still there laughing your cute little butts off, because you’re such goofs, and literally ANYTHING can make you laugh- failure or success. Moving right along, I thought of this and it made my heart sing. Because you two are so goofy and happy together, your goofiness can rub people the wrong way and they’ll have a negative connotation of you and MJ. And don't you ever worry for a second about people judging you bc boyfriend super hero MJ is gonna come in and shut those haters down and make your heart go uwu. He let’s people know you can be in love and be goofy together. Love is in the eye of the beholder, right? So it’s no one’s business to judge, and MJ will let people know that, and it’s so sweet. A cute little inside joke I can see you and MJ having is height, idk why, but I think it’s sweet. I also can see MJ liking to draw little caricatures of you when you’re not looking- he just likes to doodle. Date nights are always a last minute thing. You both like the surprise of last minute date nights and date nights are always determined by how you feel. PDA and skinship is everything to you and MJ. I seriously believe that both your and MJ’s love language is touch so here we go. Imma talk about his signature moves btw. MJ would LOVE to come up to you from behind and give you back hugs. MJ would also give you a little peck on the cheek from behind. Jaw kisses are also big with you two. It’s super cute to do when you’re laying down and snuggling. Lastly, you two hold hands- a L O T.

NCT: Lucas

Okay so, I didn’t want to go with the most hyper member of the groups you have requested, ya know-diversity. However, I do think Lucas is a good fit for you. Lucas is a little shit head, so be prepared for teasing and smart ass Lucas. Of course, he’s not being a complete asshole, that is never his intentions, it’s just playful banter. If anything, Lucas likes to pick at your quirks, such as if you take too long in the bathroom or a specific way you cook your food in the microwave. I want to say this- a big part of your relationship is surrounded by food. We all know that Lucas is a big boy- so needs a lot of fuel to food is always in sight and smell. Something that I think would be super cute if you were to surprise Lucas with food. You’d cook for Lucas so much, cooking out become a second love language. Let’s put cooking on hold for a little bit and let’s talk about why Lucas would be whipped for you. Lucas would be that type of boyfriend that would bend over backwards for you and he would do anything he could to make you happy. I think it would be super cute if Lucas would call you two a team. You and Lucas would be extremely loyal to each other, as a team should be. You and Lucas would always be there for each other, and you two are there for each other when it counts. You’re the shoulder to cry on, your the sunshine on a rainy day, you two have each other and you’re not a team without each other. I also think it would be super cute if Lucas would admire your height. At first, he would think that he would prefer having a shorter girl, to like do cute short things with, but in fact, he was the complete opposite. You would fit perfectly in Lucas’ arms, but he could still look down at you so Mr. Wong is happy. Date night is always about food. This is a continuation about food in your relationship btw. The most difficult parts of your relationship is finding out where to get food for date night. You two would have so many options when it came to restaurants, let alone the next decision as to whether or not you two would order in or actually go out. Normally, you and Lucas would settle the decisions by rock, paper, scissors- which you would win by the way. Lucas would always pout bc he hates to lose lol. PDA wise, Lucas holding you in his arms is one of his favorite things ever. To be honest, whether or not you’re laying down or standing in the middle of the apartment, Lucas would enjoy having you in his arms, slightly swaying back and forth. Lastly, Lucas would love hiding his face in the crook of your neck. And he would always give you little pepper kisses there. (: 

SF9: Jaeyoon

Glow. The first thing I think of with you and Jaeyoon is glow. You two have such bright and shiny personalities, you’re always shining with big ol’ smiles on your faces. I also believe that you two would compliment each other nicely whether it be emotionally or aesthetically. Again, you’re getting another jokester, so you both joke a lot. One big joke that would surround you two would be his butt. As we know, Jaeyoon loves his butt, so you can easily make jokes and poke fun at him. You always take opportunities to be like “ damn, that ass” and smack it. But, Jae would get you back, so like, do not underestimate him. He would easily walk back by you and smack it with a grin on his face like, “damn, that payback.” Moving right along, I believe that Jaeyoon would be that type of boyfriend that would gush about his partner. Jae would be smart about talking about you, he wouldn’t want to get obsessive and annoy anyone, but he always takes the opportunity to talk about you- because he loves you so much. And like, there will be times where Jae will get this little smile on his face and he’ll become the best boyfriend of the year. Wanna know how he becomes the best boyfriend ever? He’ll keep you in his head all day. Then when he’s on his way home, he’ll stop by a little shop, get you some flowers, your favorite food/snack, and he’ll come home to you. Jaeyoon is easily one of the most thoughtful people you’ll ever meet. He’ll always have his mind on you. He’s the type of guy that sends good morning/night texts, and he loves to video call you anytime he gets caught up in work or you’re busy with something and you’re out of town. And Jaeyoon would never admit it, but he loves pillow talk. He loves laying in the dark with your hands together, your back up against his and talking about your day. Talking about your relationship. He loves it so much. You two also have that type of relationship where you two simply enjoy the company of each other. You don’t need big fancy outings or carefully planned date nights to enjoy each others company- you two have each other. This leads me into PDA. So you and Jaeyoon would have casual PDA, but it always packs a punch. The way you two kiss each other easily becomes second nature and sometimes Jae’s kisses leave butterflies in your tummy every time. Jae would also get into these little spirts where he loves having a hold of you. And when I mean having a hold of you, he’ll hold your hand out of habit, or he’ll hold your arm and rub the pad of his thumb on your forearm. 

Seventeen: Seungcheol 

Okay so, Seungcheol is a whole king and you would be his queen. I can see Coups taking one look at you the first time he’d meet you and he’d want to know more about you. He would have a great amount of interest in your energetic personality, I think that would lure him in the most. I also feel like Coups would like your sense of humor and he’d easily pick up on your quirks. Overall, I think Coups would fall for you very easy, and once he really feel comfortable with you, he’d be in love with you. One characteristic that I like to take in account with Coups would be with protective- and golly gee would he be protective over you. Coups would always tell you that you had a special aura around you- it’s nothing but good vibes and positivity. Coups would never want that light to go out, so like, he will go off on a hoe to keep you happy and defend your honor, you never have to worry about that. Coups would also lean on you for emotional support. Coups is a strong guy, we know he can handle a lot of pressure and emotions, but he’s a human, he has to let out his emotions sometimes. The strongest guys can be the most sensitive, so Coups would always come to you and you’d always offer a shoulder to lean on, or you’d provide humor when he needs it most. Also, Coups would also like be in love spending time with you. Any time that you would come and visit him at work or you’d be home alone together, Coups would have this loving look in his eyes, and he would never want to take his eyes off of you. Coups would also LOVE naps with you. He secretly loves being snuggled during naps, but he just loves naps. Okay, Coups is such a cheesy guy, so like, you’re gonna have couples outfits. They’re grown up couples outfits though, not like the cheesy cheesy neon hoodies like you’d find at the beach, but full out outfits that coordinate with each other. He also loves to post your outfits on Instagram. Then the captions to those pictures are always about you. Whether it’s something silly you’ve said or him saying I love you, they’re always about you. Coups would be the king of date night. Cooking is always a must and baking the dessert is your couples specialty. Cooking the dessert is always messy bc you two are just so clumsy, but the end result is always amazing. Lastly, PDA wise, Coups is also a king at PDA. He would hold you in anyway he can. When Coups would hold you, he’d hold you tightly, but tenderly and he’d always love to tell you how much he loves you. <3

~STA

[atomicwedgienerd]

From Jock to Not

Ken peered out the window and saw his jock neighbor Frank tossing a ball around with the rest of the football team. For as long as he could remember, Frank had made fun of Ken for being bookish and made his life pretty miserable. He pointed the scanner out the window and was amazed when it pulled it up all of Frank's stats. Maybe he could teach Frank a lesson about what it was like to be bullied.

Frank had always made fun of Ken for being lanky and scrawny, so he figured he would start there. Ken fiddled with the height and weight slider so that he would make Frank a tall weakling. He clicked on "SUBMIT" to see what happens. A warning popped up. "Would you like reality to shift to accomodate changes?" Ken didn't want anyone to know what was happening--not just yet--so he clicked on no and watched the page refresh. It now listed Frank as being 6'7" but only 140 lbs. He looked out the window and watched as Frank got taller and lankier, losing most of his muscle mass. Of course, without reality shifting, none of his friends seemed to notice. "Oh this is going to be awesome," Ken said, elated that the device seemed to work. The next field was to describe Frank's fashion style and Ken went to town typing up the nerdiest attire he could think of. He pushed submit, ignoring the reality changing option again, and watched out the window to see the changes happen. First Frank's football jersey began to change, turning into a cotton plaid shirt as buttons formed down the front of it. Frank's shell necklace shimmered out of site and then returned as a beige tie that hung around Frank's neck. His gym shorts started to lengthen, almost reaching the ground but still leaving a good amount of ankle visible as the fabric changed to twill and the pants began to rise up Frank's body until the waistline sat comfortably above his belly button. A pair of black and red striped suspenders shimmered into view as they helped secure Frank's pants in the high waisted position. Ken couldn't believe his eyes as he saw an overstuffed pocket protector appear in Frank's shirt. This program really could create anything! Finally, Frank's Adidas cross trainers started getting shinier as they turned into patent leather saddle shoes and his no show black socks became white crew socks visible in the three inch gap where the hem of his dress slacks ended above his ankles. Ken burst out laughing. He couldn't believe it! Frank was a lanky looking geek who was dressed like a character out of Revenge of the Nerds but none of his friends even noticed. They just kept practicing their football drills in Frank's backyard like nothing had ever happened. A wicked smile crawled across Ken's face. Frank was dressed like a dork, but he still had that classic all American handsome face. It was time to change that for sure. He pulled up the tab for facial changes and got to work. Blonde hair? That wouldn't work. Maybe orange. Ooh and a greasy bowl cut for sure. Complexion: Clear skin and tan? Well Ken would have to do something about that. Vision: Perfect 20/20? Ken giggled. What kind of nerd didn't even wear glasses? Ken put a new prescription in. +15 in both eye would give him some real embarrassing fishbowl lenses. Ear size and nose size were arranged in sliders with Frank's both at a 0, representing a perfect size. Ken slid them both all the way up to 100. And when it got to Dental Traits: perfect white smile, Ken knew that wouldn't last and he got to work typing in a description of Frank's new less than perfect smile. Satisfied, he pushed submit and watched with bated breath. Frank's hair went first as it darkened and became an almost clownish orange hue as his hair became greasy and parted into a bowl cut that looked like it was done by his mom in the kitchen. Next Frank's skin grew pale as tons of zits and freckles erupted out of his formerly perfect skin. Next, a pair of thick black rimmed glasses appeared on Frank's face with the thickest fishbowl lenses Ken had ever seen. You could barely see Frank's eyes through the lenses. It just looked like he had two half-dollar sized pupils. Frank's ears and nose changed next to match Ken's specs. His ears nearly quadrupled in size, sticking out like saucers, and his nose grew bulky and bulbous, now dominating his face. Finally, Frank's teeth began to grow and stick out as heavy duty metal braces that were so clunky they looked like they were from the 80s formed over his teeth. Ken was beside himself. He had never imagined someone could actually look so nerdy and now his neighbor, Frank Steel the all-American football player, looked like the nerdiest person who had ever lived. And the fact that this absolute stereotype of geekiness was still just playing football with the jocks of his town was hilarious to Ken. He would have to use that change reality option soon. Ken was amazed but not satisfied. After all, looking like a nerd was only one part of the humiliation. It was time to give Frank the personality to match. Ken pulled up the personality traits tab and got to work. He slid Ken's confidence and coordination down from 100 to 0. He went into his hobbies section and deleted all the things that were listed there: Football, partying, dating, muscle cars, working out. None of that would do so Ken typed in some new options: Dungeons and Dragons, anime, fantasy novels, studying fantasy languages, Magic the Gathering, Warhammer, coding, LARPing, going to bed early, collecting action figures, playing the accordion; if it was a stereotypically nerdy activity, Ken put it into Frank's hobbies section. He pushed the submit button and when the reality changing option popped up, this time he pushed yes. Ken was ready to see what happened. It would be difficult to tell if Frank's hobbies had changed, but it was immediately apparent that his confidence and coordination were gone. He hunched over, his posture seeming shy and as his friend tossed the football at him, Ken saw it change into a textbook and smack Frank right in the nose, cracking his glasses in half. The look on Frank's friends had gone from one of friendly competition, to absolute disgust and disregard. Frank dropped to his knees as he tried to find the two halves of his glasses as Frank's former friends dumped a bunch of textbooks and backpacks on the lawn. Based on how much they were laughing, Ken realized they were dropping off their homework for Frank to do. He had gone from being their best friend to the geek they pawned off all their schoolwork onto with just a few clicks of a button. Frank had just barely found his glasses and was taping them back together when his former friends lifted him up and hung him by his tighty whiteys from the doorknob of his front door. They laughed and headed off down the street, totally unaware that moments before, Frank had been one of them. Ken was beside himself with laughter as he watched Frank struggle to get himself out of the immobilizing wedgie but after about 15 minutes of watching him fail to free himself, Ken figured it was time to go and enjoy the effects of the Chronivac up close. As he walked over to Frank's front door, he saw his now supernerdy neighbor squinting before recognizing that it was Ken. "Golly j-j-j-jeepers," Frank stuttered shyly. "It's my neighbor Ken! Can you h-h-h-help me off this d-d-d-doorknob?" "I would do anything for my neighbor the amazing Frank Steel," Ken smirked as he helped him off the doorknob. Frank recoiled meekly. "Golly gee whiz, Ken, after all th-th-th-these years of living n-n-n-next to each other, you d-d-d-don't even know my name! It's not Frank Steel. It's Melvin Finklefart." It took all of Ken's self control to not burst into laughter right then. Melvin Finklefart was such a geeky name. Frank's must have changed when the reality shift had occurred. He grinned at Ken, his crooked teeth and braces a sight for sore eyes. "What c-c-c-can I do for you?" Melvin Finklefart asked, pushing the taped bridge of his glasses back up his pimply, massive nose. Ken just grinned. After everything the former Frank had done to him, there was plenty he owed him, and Ken would relish in taking his revenge.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Someone New|Jameson Jackson x Reader

Hello again~! I got a request for a story where the Reader meets Jameson/Dapper!Jack and introduces him to the other egos and teaches him sign language and all that….although Anti just becomes a huge jerk to the poor mute boi >:v

Anywho, hope ya’ll like this story~

“So…you’re the new guy from Jack’s pumpkin carving video?”

Blinking several times, the man in the blue vest spun around, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise when he saw you standing in front of him.

After a few moments of silence, he nodded his head in response to your question, giving you a kind smile and sticking his hand out.

Curiously enough, this man didn’t speak at all. Perhaps he was mute?

But you simply smiled back at him and shook his hand, not wanting to be rude. “Well I’m [y/n], a good friend of Jack,” you introduced yourself. “ It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

But you simply smiled back at him and shook his hand, not wanting to be rude. “Well I’m [y/n]. A good friend of Jack. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” You introduced yourself. “Do you…happen to have a name as well?”

The reason you had asked him such a question was because…you were unsure of what his name was exactly. You remember seeing all sorts of names going around for the man.

He blinked several times at you, before his smile returned and he nodded. Snapping his fingers, a small notepad and pen appeared in a puff of white smoke in his hand. He then took a couple seconds to write something down.

Once he was done he capped the pen and handed the notepad to you.

Name’s Jameson Jackson, sport! But feel free to call me Jamie or J.J. Whichever you prefer.

“Ahh okay,” you glanced back up at him, smiling as you handed the two items back to him. “Well Jamie..I think we ought to go tell the other egos that there’s a new fella in town.”

With that, you began walking, but it didn’t take you too long to realize that he wasn’t following you. “You coming or-?”

When you turned around, though, you saw that he appeared rather stiff, tense even as he rubbed his hands together. His blue eyes glinted with nervousness and uncertainty.

“Hey..it’ll be fine, don’t worry.” You returned to his side, giving him a reassuring smile. “They’re an odd, but interesting bunch. There’s a boisterous surgeon from Germany, a superhero in spandex, a socially awkward magician, and even a zombie who acts like a puppy.”

It was difficult for you not to start laughing as you saw his eyes grow wide with each ego you mentioned. You couldn’t tell if he was fascinated or terrified……or perhaps both.

“I know it sounds insane..but…they’re cool and will be more than happy to welcome you into their family. So..whatdya say?”

For a few moments longer, Jameson thought about it, wiggling his mustache a little, but eventually he agreed to meeting them. With a smile, he hooked his arm with yours, making a gesture with his other arm, insisting that you lead the way.

And so you did.

……

“Everyone, this Jameson Jackson…that dude from the mini silent film Jack made on Halloween. He can’t really speak at all, but other than that he’s a pretty cool guy.”

All of the egos collectively stared at the newcomer in silence after you introduced him to them. At first their expressions were unreadable, which made Jameson a little bit nervous.

But before long, you saw a smile on Shawn Flynn’s face appear as he stood up from the couch and made his way over to him. “Hey there! Yer kinda dressed like me, aren’t cha?” He chuckled, putting his hand out to him (which was not covered in ink surprisingly). “Name’s Shawn Flynn. I make dolls n’ stuff.”

For a few moments Jameson simply blinked in surprise, looking at the sepia-toned man up and down. ‘By golly…it's like he jumped straight out of a film!‘  He thought.

Not wanting to leaving him hanging, he shook Shawn’s hand, grinning as he nodded back to him. Once they let go, that was when the others smiled and stepped forth to greet him as well, although they only introduced themselves one at a time so they didn’t overwhelm him.

In the meantime you relaxed back on the sofa and smiled, glad to see just how accepting they were of the new ego.

…..

For a few months now, Jameson has lived with you and the other egos, having grown more comfortable and happy with their presence.

The only downside was that he had difficulty communicating, so you took it upon yourself to teach him sign language. He didn’t think it would be necessary, considering that he wasn’t deaf, but after explaining that it could save him from having to write down stuff all the time and waste paper, he eventually agreed and allowed you to teach him.

You started out with basic responses, such as “Yes” and “No”, before moving onto longer and more challenging phrases. Thankfully, the others, especially Marvin and Henrik, were more than willing to help you with the lessons.

In terms of his “abilities”, it turns out that, just like the aforementioned magician, Jameson possessed a little magic of his own, although all he could do was make stuff appear in his hands with just a snap of his fingers. Humorously enough, there was also some sort of human hand that would always pop up in various places whenever he needed something….almost like a companion of his.

It reminded you of Thing from “The Addams Family”.

All in all though Jameson was really just a joyful and fun-loving person to be around. His enthusiasm, kindness, and polite nature could raise anyone’s spirits, even on a bad day.

But for the past few weeks, he seemed to have grown a little…. distant, being less expressive and not using sign language as much. Least to say it made you and the other egos a bit worried. And when they said none of them could figure out what was wrong with him, you knew that if he would listen to anyone, it’s you.

……

One day, you were heading towards your room, looking down at your phone and scrolling through Tumblr, obviously not paying attention to what’s in front of you.

But by the time you realized there was somebody in front of you, it was too late as you bumped into them, dropping your phone to the floor in the process.

“Ah! M-My bad!” You stumbled back at bit, seeing that it was Jameson, who had quickly knelt down to pick up the electronic device before jumping to his feet and handing it back to you.

“Oh, thank y-” But as you took it from him, that was when you noticed his face looked a bit paler than usual and his eyes seemed awful… puffy, with slightly dark circles underneath them.

That’s when you knew there was something seriously wrong. This wasn’t the cheery, happy-go-lucky man you’ve befriended at all.

“Jamie? Are you..okay?”

He blinked several times at your question, before he put on a small smile and nodded. But when he put his hands up to sign that he was fine….he suddenly stopped himself, his smile fading as he put his arms down. He then shook his head and attempted to pass by you, only for you to turn and grab his arm before he could take a step further.

“Jameson..I’ve been real worried about you…everyone is,” you said, worry lacing your tone of voice. “You’ve grown more distant from us and you hardly ever use the sign language I taught you. If there’s something going on-”

Without warning, he spun back around, throwing his arms around you and giving you a tight bear hug. You initially froze in shock, although when you felt his body trembling and tears start to soak into your shoulder, you returned the embrace, rubbing his back. “Hey, shhh…shhh..it’s okay…don’t cry,” you hushed him softly. “You wanna talk about it in my room?”

He nodded slightly in response, sniffling as he lifted his head up to look at you.

Seeing him look so sad truly and utterly broke your heart.

Whoever hurt him will surely be in a world of pain.

His eyes widened slightly as he noticed the tear stains he had left on your shirt. In a somewhat frantic manner he got out a handkerchief and attempted to dry them off, but once you realized what he was doing you gently grabbed his hand.

“It’s fine..” You told him, giggling softly. “I know you’re trying to be polite..but don’t worry about it. It’ll dry out on its own.”

He frowned slightly, but lowered his hand anyway, using the handkerchief to instead wipe his own tears away as you led him to your room.

Once you arrived you sat him down on your bed. Before you could take a seat, however, you saw him point towards the still open door.

“Oh? You want me to close it?” You assumed. He nodded in response, and so you went to do just that, locking it just to make sure nobody barged in.

Because there’s certain people who didn’t know about the wonderful thing called “privacy”.

You then returned to Jameson’s side, seeing that he was now fiddling with his hat in his hands. With a sigh, you sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around his back. He stopped messing around with the hat as he sniffled lightly, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You can tell me when you’re ready. Just take your time.”

The mute ego nodded once more, sitting up to pull his phone out of his pocket. It was a flip phone, one that he mainly used for texting you or the other egos if none of you were in the same room as him. Other than that, though, he hardly ever used it, unless there was something private he wanted to discuss with you.

You waited patiently as he began typing something into the device, pausing several times to think and wiggle his mustache, which was a habit of his that you found to be quite adorable. After a few moments he showed you what he typed in the small message box.

But as you read it, your face paled instantly:

’That good-for-nothing demon has been a bully’

“Anti?” Your eyes widened in shock as you glanced back at him. “Wh..What did he do?”

‘He keeps making fun of my silence. I tell him to stop but he just says “I will when you find the cat that stole your tongue”’ He typed, before showing you his phone once more.

Your eyebrows furrowed. ‘Of course…that asshole always does this whenever a new guy is introduced…he finds a flaw in them and proceeds to harass them for days about it..’

“Anything else?”

'He said sign language was stupid and threatened to chop my hands off if he caught me doing it again’

“Jamie….you know..he’s not gonna actually do that,” you told him, frowning slightly. “He only jokes about that kind of stuff.”

Jameson shot you a look, before shaking his head and typing something else.

'Well considering how he’s been doing this for a solid month, I don’t see how any of it’s funny’

“Wha–a month?!!” You yelped, which made him flinch back slightly and nearly drop the phone. When you realize you scared him, you calmed yourself down a little. “S-Sorry. But…good God…why didn’t you tell me?”

'I thought I’d be able to stand up to that scoundrel. But that’s awfully tricky when you don’t a goshdarn voice to begin with’

You sighed after reading the message, shaking your head. “If he’s been doing this for an entire month…you should’ve told me sooner.”

'I know…sorry about that ’ He typed, pouting slightly as guilt flashed in his eyes.

“It’s okay..I know you were probably scared but….I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about him bullying you ever again.” You promised him, a small smile on your face as you patted his shoulder. “Later on I’ll have a nice little…chat with him, alright?”

Jameson blinked numerous times in surprise, but before long he returned the smile. He then set the phone down and turned to you, signing: “Thank you, [y/n]”.

Your smile grew wider as you signed back: “You’re welcome.”

………

“Hey Glitch Bitch~”

You barged into Anti’s room, greeting him in a sweet-sounding voice. Then you stepped aside quickly right as a knife flew in your direction, impaling the wall next to your head.

“Not a day goes by that ya don’t fuckin’ call me that,” the demon hissed, whipping around to face you, although he raised an eyebrow when he saw your overly cheerful smile. “What’s with that face?”

“Oh nothing~” The moment you closed the door, you dropped your facade. “Just wondering what the fuck makes you think you can harass Jameson for something he has no control over.” You hissed, storming over to him and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “He’s dealt with enough of your bullshit in that pumpkin carving video.”

Anti blinked slowly for several long moments, before snorting and pushing your hand away. “C'mon, [y/n]. He only knows I’m jokin’ around. Not my fault if he gets too fuckin’ sensitive about it.”

Your scowl only deepened as he said those words. “Bullying someone because of their disability is not a goddamn joke, Anti. Now I suggest that you knock it off and leave him alone.”

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow. “And what are you gonna do if I don’t, hmm?” Folding his arms across his chest, a cocky smirk appeared on the demon’s face as he waited for your response.

After thinking about it for a couple seconds, you mimicked his smirk as you leaned forward and whispered something into his ear….something that made his green skin turn pale in an instant.

When you stepped back, you saw his mouth open and close, like a fish out of water. He stared at you in complete silence, with wide, unblinking eyes.

“So the next time you decide to mess with such a kind and sweet gentleman….just keep that in mind, okay?” You winked at Anti, before turning around and heading out of his room.

As you opened the door, however, you were a bit surprised to see Jameson waiting for you on the other side. “Oh hey. How long have you been here for?”

He shrugged in response, before he brought you into another hug, squeezing you tight. You sighed and hugged him back. “Well, he won’t bother you again..I made sure of it.”

Jameson’s smile only widened, although when he looked up and saw Anti, he was confused as to why he appeared so…mortified. But the moment the two locked eyes, the demon flinched back and glitched away.

Once you let go, he glanced back at you, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he signed: “What did you say to him?”

But you simply replied to him with, “Don’t you worry about it”, followed by a wink, which only heightened the gentleman’s curiosity as you walked away and he followed you

[im-abanana]

“Meant to Belong” [1/3]

Wanted to write a fanfiction about BATIM (Bendy and the Ink Machine), and especially about my new ship Bendalice (Bendy x Alice). I just put it on AO3 too, but whatever, I’ll post it here too! :P 

This first chapter is Angst, but the next two will be Angst, Fluff and Smut, so be careful with the next ones and, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Said so, I hope you’ll enjoy!

Summary: Hidden very deep inside his soul for many years, there was a shocking emotion that made the little devil realize that the fallen angel wasn't just a simple co-worker, or a friend, or a rival, or a family member to him; but more, so much more. Their peculiar bond was a little more... complex, unique, maybe genuine. In other words, somehow they were meant to be together, drawn and designed to truly belong to each other. But all the pranks, all the fights and all the teasing sometimes made everything difficult, especially after that particular night.

The thick door of Alice's private dressing room slammed loudly behind her back as the fallen angel walked towards the huge mirror on the wall, sitting in front of it and sinking her aching head in her gloved hands, sighing out deeply and trying to calm the raging thoughts that were invading her mind. “Why can't Bendy just understand that he isn't the only one working on this show? Why can't he be friendly, or at least kind to me and Boris? Why can't people and kids realize how much of an arrogant, spoiled brat that demon is? Why do they...” a wheeze escaped the girl's black lips as the last part of the question carved its way inside her brain, forcing her to feel a sort of guilt, even shame, in the core of her chest. “... why do they love him more than me?”.

She shouldn't have been jealous of Bendy, Alice was aware of that, and somehow the realization that she envied her co-worker made her feel sick in the stomach. Yes, that perfect little angel, the character supposed to be a perfect and gentle creature, envied a stupid, mischievous little devil; she envied the joyful sparks of light in the children's tiny eyes when he would walk on stage with that smug grin of his, she envied the praises Joey and the parents would give him after every single set, while she and Boris would just stay silently behind the curtain and compliment each other, she envied the larger quantity of “Bendy Merchandise” the creators sold every month, she envied... everything.

She envied his whole fucking existence and, very deep inside her heart, no matter how much she desired to become a star and shine at least half as bright as him, Alice knew she would have never reached Bendy's popularity. “Especially after tonight... how could I be so careless?”.

Tripping over Bendy's stupid tail, right in front of dozens of yelling kids while she was singing and dancing on stage side by side with the devil in question and the poor naive Boris, had been mortifying enough, definitely... those brats' ruthless laughter still echoed in Alice's offended mind, and the worst thing was that even the previously calm and uninterested parents completely lost it when the angel made that single mistake! And all because of that stupid step, that one slip! Com'on, it wasn't her fault if that idiotic demon cut her off all of the sudden; he always wanted to be the center of attention no matter what, and Joey knew it very well! But despite everything she said or her sincere apologies about her rash actions (“You could have injured Bendy as well!”, they carelessly said.), she was the one who got severely scolded backstage by the whole crew, except the sweet and generous Boris, of course. “And in an hour I'll have to perform once again in front of those people. Just great, fantastic, exactly what I need to feel better... I'm sure that “The Butcher Gang” would entertain those children way more than me, maybe I should ask them to cover for me. Ugh, but Joey would be furious, I have no choice it seems.”.

The only reasonable thing to do was sucking it up and walking tall and proud on that stage, not caring about the stinging criticism or amused gazes. As long as she didn't have to bear Bendy's wiseacre grin, everything would be fine.

At that exact moment, the wooden door behind the angel squeaked, sign that it had been opened by someone, without any warning, and then discreetly closed again with a silent thud. Alice's muscles tensed for an instant, and when she slowly turned around to see the mysterious visitor's face, she had to hold back an irritated groan and a few insults that came to her mind incredibly fast. “Aww! Don't give me that sneer, toots! I came here to check on you!”.

“Get lost, Bendy. I'm not in the mood to put up with you and your childish games.” the young woman replied with pure hatred, staring at the tiny demon standing right in front of her, as usual not scared or intimidated by her enraged expression; the devil's black jacket, the one he was elegantly wearing during their performance, was rapidly tossed away as Bendy made himself comfortable, sitting on a chair and relaxing, as if everything was his private property. And he still had that idiotic, conceited smile on his face... “I said get lost! I did not invite you inside!” Alice repeated with a snarl when she realized she had been completely ignored, getting up and clenching her fists. “Did you hear me, you stupid devil!? This is my dressing room! These are my things! That is my chair! And I want you out of here right now, you understand!?”.

“Woah, calm down Angel Cake, no need to be so snarky! I just came here to congratulate with you... for the perfect landing on the stage, especially on your butt! Seriously sweetie, after tonight the creators should change your slogan in -She sings! She dances! And she falls on her huge ass!-!” Bendy simply replied with a small shrug and then with a coarse laugh, smirking in response and turning in “his” chair, his pitch black eyes blinking joyfully as Alice got even angrier and grayer on her smooth cheeks. Oh, how he loved to tease that angel! “Uhh, someone's mad, toots? Eheh... ehy, com'on Angel Face, put that hairdryer down! I'm just playing aroun-! Alice... please, put that thing down. N-no, don't! Boris, Joey! BORIS AND JOEY, HELP ME! Alice wants to hurt me! AHH!”.

The black haired girl threw at the short demon the hairdryer, a spray can, a shoe, a thick book, a desk lamp and even a small table she found in a corner, managing to predict his erratic movements and scoring at least three perfect hits in the face with the last objects. “Golly toots, calm down! Don't ruffle any feathers, and just sit do-! Umh... ops, right, I'm very sorry! That was way out of line, I admit it! Forget what I just said and... no, stop with that stuff!” Bendy hid behind the nearby couch and bit his pale lower lip as he immediately recalled that Alice, in fact, didn't have wings. Sometimes the spiteful devil would call his graceful co-worker dumb names, like “Angel Cake”, “Angel Face” or “Toots” when he simply wanted to flirt, but the most hated of them all was definitely “No Wings”; being a horned fallen angel, an imperfect creation that represented pride and betrayal by nature, had always made that talented woman feel uncomfortable on stage, almost under constant pressure: after all, that kind and good-hearted angel was supposed to be a perfect and beautiful artist, but it was clear to see that, when all eyes were locked on her, she felt worse or maybe in danger, despite she tried to hide those nasty feelings with sweet smiles and a strong character. “I swear, this time I didn't mean it! I shouldn't have said that and I apologize for that, ok?”.

“Get. The. Living. Hell...” Alice hissed and lifted a pretty big wooden nightstand with both arms, her dark and shiny irises glowing red for a moment as she literally shouted the last part of the phrase and hurled that piece of furniture to him at the same time, not caring about destroying her refined sofa or anything else, really. She just wanted that intolerable cartoon out of her sight, once for all. “OUT! I've heard enough from you, Bendy! Go away!”.

Dodging the violent hit with a nimble leap, the tiny demon raced towards the dressing room's exit at full speed, his pointy tail tightly pressed between his shaking legs in defeat and pure terror. “You got that toots, leaving now, goodbye, see you in one hour, get ready and beautiful and prepared for the big show, babe!!!” Bendy nodded with great vigour, desperately crawling outside and closing the white door behind his narrow shoulders, giving up and choosing to live. Damn, what a jerk, he was just having fun!“Phew... That was too close indeed... jeez, what's wrong with Alice tonight? I was just kiddin', she is too overly-sensitive! Bah girls, I'll never understand them!”.

But that's when Bendy heard a quiet noise, an easily recognisable sound that filled his careful ears and made him freeze in his shady track when he realized what he had just done: his usually joyful and positive co-worker was silently sobbing behind the layer of wood that separated the duo, her slim face buried deeply in her tapered fingers. He, with his unintentionally cruel and selfish words, had made Alice cry and had probably hurt her already damaged spirit. Sadness, nervousness, humiliation, insecurity, fear, incomprehension and rage merged all together, causing a painful weep to escape from the angel's wet lips and a couple of heavy, inky tears to stream down her soft and marked cheeks.

Well, damn crap. Good fucking job, you made Alice cry, you stupid little dancing moron. You... you made your co-worker upset right after an important performance, very well done.

“She never cried before... or did she?” Bendy asked with a gentle huff, mostly to himself, dropping down and pressing the left side of his artificial skull against the thin drywall, guilt and sorrow filling his short limbs and spreading quickly along with an empty hole, consuming the energies of the middle, throbbing spot of his incredibly gaunt chest. “Did I ever... even notice?”.

Of course you didn't notice her feelings or Boris' ones, you idiot. You're just a egotistical little shit, you only care about yourself and your popularity, and no one else. Right?

No, wrong, so wrong. Of course he cared about that kind angel and about Boris, they were his best friends. Well, his only friends, to be fair... and making Alice suffer or breaking her heart was the last thing Bendy wanted to do, despite how much he loved to tease her, underline his own attitude or sometimes fight with her, verbally and physically. That little demon thought that everyone knew that he was just kidding, that all he liked to do was playing around and having fun, not only with the kids, his little beloved fans. But now he evidently took a bad step...“You fucked up Bendy, you hurt one of your own friends.”.

You shouldn't lie to yourself like that, you know?

Yeah, he shouldn't have indeed. Hidden very deep inside his soul for many years, there was a shocking emotion that made the little devil realize that the fallen angel wasn't just a simple co-worker, or a friend, or a rival, or a family member to him; but more, so much more. Their peculiar bond was a little more... complex, unique, maybe genuine. In other words, somehow they were meant to be together, drawn and designed to truly belong to each other.

No matter if they were living and thinking creatures, capable of taking their personal decisions and freely express their temperament, the innate attraction they shared was still there, impossible to remove or ignore. Was it because of his purpose, for the audience, was it just a trait he couldn't erase from his artificial DNA? Or was it because after all, it was a real feeling, spontaneous? “No. She is my rival, that's what we truly are, that's what we both chose to be. Joey might tell me that Alice Angel is my official love interest, but we both know this won't happen. I am the number one, I must be on top of this whole show, I won't give up the place I've earned just for love!”.

So, you're even admitting that you're in love with her, uh? Nice move, you idiot!

That wasn't good, oh no, that wasn't good at all! He had to fix the situation as soon as possible, no matter what, even if the idea of facing her again in a few seconds was rather scary and intimidating, so much that Bendy had to rub his throbbing temples with his white gloves. “Grow a pair Bendy, you're the boss here! Yeah, you're the big star! Now walk into that room and deal with Alice!”.

Damn right he was! And besides, he still needed to get his black jacket back.

[noirlevity]

Pairing: Gureferi Prompt: Fun Times Genre: Romance. Rated T. No warnings Words: 4, 408 Summary: Guren and Ferid acting lovey dovey.

A/N: I got a little too carried away. 

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Everything didn’t really seem difficult. In fact, everything seemed to be going well: Ferid gave Guren a distraction from his stress at work. They spend time together as much as they could. Gurenfor the most part had already came into terms with his feelings. He just accepted it as it is and was perfectly happy with what he had with Ferid.

Gurenhad beenbusy because his surveillance work was still ongoing. Feridmost of the time  visited him at his apartment, and offer to cook for him.

Ferid knew that Guren’s work was tedious. He knew that it also involved putting his life on the line. Since he had been given the chance to be close to him, he wanted to be there for him, even if there was still some hesitation that he could not shrug off; even if there was still doubt, that maybe, it would still be better if he stayed away from him. But what was he to do?

On the other hand, for Guren, Feridbecame a habit; he became a routine; perhaps even an addiction. EverytimeGuren came home to his apartment, he always foundFerid in the kitchen, wearing his red apron, his hair tied in a lovely bun cooking for him. The smell of thick powder of flour wafting in the air in ribbons; the scent of broil and soup and beef would tickle his nose. He would feel blessed, that even if he was a brooding, lazy jerk sometimes, he still had something like this waiting for him when he came home.

Sometimes when he was not busy, he would ask Ferid if he could come to Ferid’s apartment to share a cup of coffee and just talk about random things. Even if he had the keys to Ferid’s apartment, Guren’s visits were always at an appointed time. This was also one of the things that he was conscious about. He felt insecure just thinking about himself being just an extra in Ferid’s life. He didn’t really know what he is to Ferid. Were they just people who wanted to fill each other’s loneliness? Were they just two people trying to figure out the attraction that they mutually felt towards each other andtry tofigure out whether or not what they hadwas the thing people write poems about? Guren didn’t know. He never thought of anything as deep as this before.

On top of that, they still haven’t had sex. They still haven’t kissed nor touched beyond holding each other’s hands.

Guren found it hilarious that such a thing could really happen. He was not one who would hold back when lust overcame him. But whenever he is with Ferid; whenever he looks at him being his innocent, joyful self with no motivation of wanting to have sex. No matter how he wanted to touch him, he could never try.Whenever it was like that, he was embarrassed at himself. He would crinkle his nose, rub it, and breathe out just to fend off the feeling of wanting to touch him. He knew too, that he wasn’t really a good partner, a good boyfriend for that matter.

Sometimes, he forgot that what they both had didn’t really have any labels. He really couldn’t say that they were lovers. For how can two people who meet each other and not have sex be lovers? They can be regarded as friends, but it did not necessarily encapsulate the entirety of their relationship. They had romantic feelings for each other so they can’t be friends. Then what were they?

His mind was always filled with thoughts of Ferid, their relationships and how much he didn’t want this all to ever end. Because he liked being with him; even if sometimes Ferid was a jerk; even if sometimes he would point out Guren’s flaws without mincing his words; even if he would do things that would sometimes piss Guren off because of anticipating things too much, because of planning things too much. Ferid thinks too much, really.

But this is the reason why they work well with each other. Ferid completes him; fill in his gaps. He too, completes Ferid, fills in the void in Ferid’s soul that the other had always been trying to satisfy but could not.

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 Feridcame to his apartment. He brought his wine and cooked for Guren.Ferid was a good cook. And for that Guren was a very lucky man.

Across from him, Feridsmiled coquettishly and asked him about his day. It was the usual round of conversation that they usually shared. He talked about what he had done at work like some sort of daily report to Ferid. Ferid always listened to them with all ears, commenting from time to time whenever Gurenstarted complaining about his work. He told Ferid the murders had completely stopped. It was weird, but they still had to be high on alert. Ferid looked at him with curious eyes. He narrowed them with purpose and drank his wine in one full swig.

Ferid checked the time and excused himself. He was saying that he needed to go. Guren frowned. He followed Ferid with his eyes and then stood up to follow him to the door. When Feridtook his jacket on the clothes rack, Guren grabbed his arm to stop him from going.

Guren raised his eyes seemingly trying to figure out about the state of the weather. He let go, leaned on the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. Putting on his weight on his left foot.

“It’s probably snowing hard outside. Just stay for the night.”

“Worried about me? Oh, that’s so sweet of you darling Guren~” Ferid giggled, coy, and very much a tease. His lips curled in an amused grin.

Guren rolled his eyes. He wanted Ferid to stay. The room just somehow feels lonelier whenever he was gone.

“Oh~ If you want me to stay, you better tell me a good reason why I should take you up on your offer. hmmm,” Ferid thought purposely, “Think of something good and worth while that will appease me.”Ferid smiled--that smile of his that was bordering on annoying.

Guren frowned and looked at Ferid. He pondered. When he came into a conclusion, without any hesitation, he put back Ferid’s overcoat on the clothes rack and then lifted him up, carrying him bridal style, taking Ferid by surprise.

“Guren!”

Ferid acted like a damsel in distress about to be ravished.

“Oh golly~ brute, kidnapper! Somebody help me.”

“You. You really overdramatic things like this don’t you?” Gurencomplained, feeling awkward.

“Dear, I’m just kidding~ please be a sport for once and humor me will you?”

“Haven’t I humored you enough?”

Ferid shook his head.

“No. Never. You never indulged me in my games. You always brood and crease your thick eyebrows and ponder about things, and curse your job to hell all the time~ so you really almost always just give me the cold shoulder whenever I try to crack my perfectly crafted jokes that I am quite sure would bless your ears.

“Ah~ And put me down please.”

“No.”

“But why?” Ferid whined. He swung his legs aggressively in an effort to break free from Guren’s clutch.

“You never stay the night. You never let me stay at your place too. If I let you go now, you’re going toreally leave.” Guren cleared his throat. The things that he was saying embarrassed him.

Ferid snuggled against his chest and acted like a cat by nuzzling his head against Guren’s shoulder.

“Ah~ what a brute you are. Then please take me to bed.”Ferid wrapped his arms around Guren’s neck and embraced him.

“I’m doing just that. No need to order me.”

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 “Shall I prepare the bath for you?”

“Oh please do~ Thank you dear.” Ferid paused, and then grinned. He added, “Do you want to go in together? Guren-s-a-m-a?

Guren blushed. Whenever Ferid’s being like that, he couldn’t help but get turned on a bit. He threw a towel at Ferid. The towel landed on Ferid’s face, covering the other’s playful grin.

“Hey! That was rude.” Came a muffled complaint.

“Shut up and take a bath already!”

Ferid took away the towel away from his face.

“Guren, stingy!” Feridwhined. He pouted, turned on his heels and strutted into the bathroom.

Guren can’t believe how Ferid can be so insufferable sometimes. But he still loved this part of him.

---

 Both of them were done bathing. Ferid was drying his hair using a towel, while Guren was combing his hair. Guren was throwing furtive glances at him. Ferid was only wearing Guren’s large polo shirt with only boxers underneath. His long legs were exposed. They were creamy, pale, and with the perfect amount of muscle and bone. Ferid massaged his scalp sensually, as though Guren was looking at a shampoo advertisement that wasn’t proper to be an advertisement because it showcased something that could arouse.Cocking his head to the side, and exposing his pale neck, Guren felt hot and bothered just looking at him.

Ferid didn’t seem to notice this, or so Guren thought. He had no idea, that Ferid knew what he was thinking; he didn’t know that Ferid was actually burning with embarrassment—embrassment and amusement really. Ferid had always liked the attention he was getting from Guren. He always liked the fact that Guren found him irresistible. And as such, he had always put on a show for him; teased him; lured him.

When he finished drying his hair, he walked past Guren and went to the bathroom to hang the towel. Guren followed him with his gaze. He couldn’t get his eyes off Ferid’s hips, and the plump of his ass that he could see through the white cloth of his shirt.

Ferid came back grinning at him; his eyes mere chinks, as if he was hiding something that he would like Guren to force out of him.

“Ne, where am I going to sleep?”

“Here.” Guren pointed on the bed and then added with a sneer, “On the bed with me, of course.”

Ferid’s facial muscles went taut. Hestared at Guren pensively. He thought he heard it wrong.

“Kindly say that again.”Ferid smiled that ominous smile of his.

“You’re sleeping in bed with me.”

“Ah~ Guren, dear, do you really want to sleep with me that much? I’m shocked and horrified.”Ferid embraced himself dramatically as though afraid that his chastity would be taken away.

“Quit it. I’m not going to force you to do anything.” Guren patted the back of his head. “I just want to sleep beside you.”

Ferid was surprised at Guren’s words.

“Aah~” Ferid hummed. “I like the sound of it. I’ll sleep beside you then.”

Ferid was nervous of course. He had been nervous from the very beginning, ever since he sensed that Guren might want to make him stay the night. He couldn’t entirely understand his feelings. He was happy but at the same time there was a sense of foreboding that he was feeling. There was fear. He was afraid of being too deep in this.

He tells himself he should try.

Ferid sat beside Guren. He fiddled with his fingers and waited for Guren to say something. Guren stood up, turned off the lights, and turned on the night shade. The sallow light illuminated the room.Ferid followed Guren and slipped into the covers after him. They just lay there beside each other staring at the ceiling without speaking.

Ferid closed his eyes, he listened to the sound of Guren’s heartbeat. It was such a calming sound. He flared his noise and inhaled the smell of soap and powder that wafted in the air—Guren’s smell.

He too smelled of Guren now. He was covered in Guren’s scent, and he felt comfortable.

Guren turned to Ferid, looking at him as he lay there beside him. He turned to his side just to gaze at him more. Even after how many times he looked at Ferid, he still found him beautiful. It was not the usual way he found girls beautiful. Ferid was beautiful because of the elegance in his features, the softness of the lines that make him up, and how it is mixed with angles and ridges, and curves and lines. Furthermore, he was beautifulbecause hewas a mix of calmness and chaos; of light spring rain and downpour; of innocence and sensuality. And he compliments the rage that was in Guren.

“Ferid,”Guren whispered. He wanted to touch him just a bit. He wanted to feel his body against his.

“Yes?”

Guren shifted his gaze. He was hesitating to ask Ferid about what he wanted to do. But he must.

“May I embrace you?” It was hard for Guren to be polite. He was never polite. As a consequence, he was blushing really hard.

Ferid opened his eyes and turned on his side to look at Guren. He was surprised at the gentleness in Guren’s voice. This wassomething new toFerid’s ears. Ferid blinked as he gazed atGuren. A faint smiled painted over his mouth as he scooted closer to Guren. He leaned in and bumped their foreheads together.

“Of course, please embrace me. I’m always cold right? Warm me up.”

Guren tugged Ferid and embraced him, letting him rest on his chest. He ran his hand through Ferid’s hair and kissed the other’s temple.

“We are dating.”

“We are, aren’t we? It looks like we are. Even if I didn’t say anything to that effect.”

“Could we? Can I be with you?

“Of course~ I’d be with you too. This isn’t something that is vague right? This is already a matter of fact. I am yours and you are mine.”

“Ah.May I kiss you?”

Ferid raised his head and gazed into Guren’s violet eyes.

“You want to?”

“I’ve always been wanting to kiss you, you know. For awhile now.”

Ferid smiled. He shuffled on the bed, giggling, being playful. He proppedhimself upon the bed using his elbow as support. He just stared at Guren. Looking at Guren’s handsome face, he reached out to touch him. He really loved Guren’s purple eyes; his unruly hair that was sometimes distracting when he didn’t comb it; his thick eyebrows and his sharp eyes that always looked judgmental.

Feridwas still nervous. His hands were stiff, and if he had the capacity to fluster, he knew that this is the time for him to blush like a tomato. He pressed his fingertips together. It was one thing to pretend these things didn’t bother him, and one thing to hide what he was truly feeling. He had to act like how he usually does, like the usual Ferid, so playfully he hums,

“You may my dear~”

Ferid closed his eyes.

Gurenroused himself to kissFerid on the mouth. Ferid opened his eyes prematurely. As a consequence, he saw Guren’sface come closer. He saw how Guren’s closed his eyes shut as he was about to kiss him, and that made him feel something clench inside of him. His ears perked up. He heard Guren’s heartbeat, loud and frantic, and it was making him dizzy. When he finally felt Guren’s soft lips on his, he fought the urge to cry.

This was their first kiss.

It was tender and sweet; the complete opposite of anything that was Guren. Gurenwas brash, reticent, and almost unattached sometimes. But that kiss told Ferid another thing: it told him that this time around, Guren belonged to him.

Guren withdrew, flustered. He couldn’t look Ferid straight in the eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t believe your lips would taste that good. Crap, I’m.. I think I’m..”

Feridleaned in this time, and kissed him. He withdrew, then smiled mischievously at Guren who was flustered and already breathing heavily. Bedroom eyes roamed on Guren’s curled mouth. Ferid was getting into the mood himself.

“Kiss me again.” Ferid purred.

Guren smiled wryly. He tucked a lock of hair behind Ferid’s ear, held his face in place and then leaned in to kiss him again.

Guren kissed him softly. Then, his mouth started moving, sucking on Ferid’s mouth. In increments, the passion in his kisses got more intense. He tilted his head, tightening his hold on Ferid and breathing on Ferid’s mouth as he lifted his lips after planting lingering kisses on the soft skin.

Ferid couldn’t help but moan. He opened his mouth slightly, and at that moment, Gurenpushed his tongue inside. Guren’s mouth tasted sweet. His breath of mint toothpaste made Ferid unable to resist him.At the outset Ferid was passive. But as Guren challenged his tongue, he found himself kissing him back with the same intensity. Hands idly lying on the mattress were now clenched on the sheets. Hands that were clenched now roamedGuren’sarm and waist. Clasped fingers tightened, and before Ferid knew it, he was already pulling him close, tilting his head and moaning inside Guren’s mouth. Sucking on Guren’s tongue, nibbling those cracked lips of his, Ferid was tempted to see blood. He opened his mouth for a more intense kiss, burying his fingers under layers of Guren’s thick hair, gripping and then pulling them.

Kissing Guren made Ferid feel like wax melting from being exposed to fire. He was melting, and he could no longer think straight nor judge the situation he was in using a rational mind. He just wanted to cling to Gurenlike that, to grab him, yank him towards him and just kiss him with abandon; kiss him with a kiss that he had been holding back for years; for lifetimes.

Guren’s hand travelled downFerid’s bottom.  He groped his ass, making Ferid jolt at the sensation he was feeling. He panted, “Guren, ah~”

Guren continued to fondle him. He kissed Ferid’s cheek, and planted wet kisses down on theother’s neck. He bit  Ferid’s shoulder and moaned, “Crap, I can’t hold back.

“Guren~”

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop. Ah~ I want you, ” Ferid panted.

Guren undressed Ferid; it was like an unwrapping of a gift. He teased his parts and licked him. Ferid on the other hand was busy undressing him too. He moaned against Guren’s skin. He licked his flesh and was holding the urge to bite. He licked the mark on Guren’s shoulder and planted wet kisses on it.

Guren couldn’t help but harden to his full length at the way Ferid licked him. His mouth circling against his skin, sucking, made him insane. He couldn’t help but imagine his mouth encircle his member. Ferid was breathing hard. He was fighting the urge to suck Guren’s blood. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t, but he was just too delicious. He was just too tempting.

Finally succumbing to his urge, Ferid bit Guren on the neck and sucked.

“Ferid, what are you…”

The sensation of being bled was unlike anything Guren had experienced. He felt weak. He clung to Ferid with desperation. Lust overwhelmed him. Ferid licked the wound that he had left Guren and then pushed Guren on the bed. At the corner of his mouth, blood trailed down. Ferid looked like a murderer. But rather than fear, Guren felt something else; it was submission.

Feridjust stared at him. He didn’t say anything. He just stood up. Guren knew what he was thinking.  He was going to runaway from him. And so, with every ounce of energy he had left in his body,Gurengrabbed him. He wrapped his arms around Ferid’s waist and embraced him.

“Don’t go.”

Ferid with his glassy eyes just stared down at him. Guren knew that whenever he was like this, whenever his joyful face turned stern and grave, he was being difficult on himself.

“But I hurt you..”Ferid’s voice faltered.

Guren tightened his embrace on Ferid.

“It surprised me a little bit, but… it won’t make me scared of you.”

Ferid turned around. He cupped Guren’s face and looked at him with adoration in his eyes. Then he embraced him. They rolled in bed: Ferid snuggled close to Guren and allowed himself to be pet.

That night, Ferid watched Guren sleep, afraid that when the sun comes up, Guren would change his mind, about everything.

---

 The rays of the sun filtered inside the bedroom, dappling both Ferid and Guren’s figures. It was Saturday morning. Guren was still fast asleep in bed.Ferid went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and to make coffee for both of them. When he was done making coffee and cooking a pair of pancakes for Guren, Ferid sat on the table and drank his coffee peacefully.

Guren’s apartment felt like it was a place made just for them. It felt like home. Well, anywhere where Guren was was home. Ferid remembered something. He went to get his bag. When he returned he was holding a cream paper, ragged on the edges and had blots of brown spots on its surface because of age. The musty smell wafting from its sheet still had the same calming effect on him. It brought him back to the very first time he and Guren met in this lifetime.

---

 “What’s wrong mister? Why do you look sad?”

“Oh no dear. I’m not.”

“Is there something on my shoulder? Are you sick? You’re so cold, you sting.”

“Araa~ Guren-kun..”Guren grabbed Ferid’s hand, surprising the latter.

“Child~ you shouldn’t talk to strangers. I might be a bad person you know.”

“I thought of that. But no bad person would tell me something like what you just told me.” Guren glanced around,

“And.. this place scares me more mister.”

At this, Guren clutched his bag and burrowed his chin on top of his bag, letting Ferid’s hand go. He pouted.

“Ahahah~ aren’t you the cutest thing? You are embarrassed!”

“No I’m not!”

“Oh yes you are~”

“Am not.”

“Oh well, whatever suits you.” Ferid shrugged.

They fell silent. Ferid’s soft laughter turned into the eerie rustle of the leaves, to swirling foliage and to the tap tap tap of Guren’s calf against the old bench.

Guren started humming row your boat again. When idea came to him, he stopped humming and took something out of his bag.

Ferid turned to him, curious at what the child was up to.

“Here! You can have this mister, this will cheer you up.”

Ferid looked closely at the card little Guren offered him. He squinted his eyes and leaned in a bit, slowly closing in. His hair fell softly as he leaned, so he tucked a lock behind his ear. He smiled bit, making the child blush.

“Uwaaa~ I’m honored. Isn’t this sweet of you to give this precious little thing to a stranger like me?”

“Not really.” Guren averted his eyes.

“Our teacher said to write a love letter toa person we’ll love in the near future. You are beautiful mister. And I want to marrya beautiful person someday.”

Ferid took the card, breathe in its scent. It had the scent of innocence and purity of a child; of sunbeams and daisies; of happiness.

He decided that whenever he missed Guren he could always read the letter.

----

 Ferid started reading. He was greeted by Guren’s childish scribble,

Dear Person I am going to love in the future,

Wherever you are I know I will love you more then candy. When we grow up we will have our own house. I hope it is as big as my house. I hope I find you soon. I hope you like cats because I love them very much Shinya loves them and so does Mom.

Love,

Guren

 Ferid had read the letter a thousand times already, but it still never fails to make him smile.

“Hey! What are you doing grinning like that?”

Ferid raised his eyes and was surprised to see Guren walking towards him with horrible bed hair. He sat on the letter to hide it from Guren.

“Nothing dear~ I’m just thinking of how brilliant you were last night. Mmmmm~ ”

Guren scratched the back of his head. Ferid noticed that there was something that was bothering him. His gaze shifted to the puncture wound on Guren’s shoulder and frowned.

“I’ve always thought you were mysterious Ferid. But I didn’t.. know you were…”

Ferid was already prepared for whatever Gurenwould say.

“A Vampire?Nosferatu? Vampyr? Ah~ What other names have you associated creatures like me? Pray tell.”

“But you can have sex..”

Ferid chortled a chuckle.

“Oh~ about that… We didn’t have sex though?”

“Oh right. I totally forgot.”Guren rolled his eyes.

He sauntered towards Ferid and kissed his crown.

“Still mine.”

Ferid’s eyes widened. He didn’t know what to feel. But to assure Guren nothing was bothering him, he tried to be his joyful self.

“Yes still yours dear~ I’ve prepared your breakfast. Eat first and then we’ll go out and have fun.”

“Nah, can we just lay in bed again?”Guren leaned down kissed him on the neck. Ferid grabbed him by the arm as a consequence.

“That tickles! You’re going to jump me again aren’t you?”

Guren withdrew, flustered. Noticing Guren’s embarrassment, Ferid added,

“But I wouldn’t mind it dear~ so rest assured.”

Guren pouted. His eyebrows formed a crease. He stood up. He was now blushing really hard. It puzzled Ferid why he was being like that. He was always composed when it came to his feelings.

“I love you.”Guren said, almost in a whisper.

Ferid’s eyes widened. He almost blushed. He felt awkward hearing Guren’s confession. He had told him something of that kind before on their first date, but hearing him say it now, with his face red and clearly embarrassed, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed himself.And seeing Guren act unlike himself; seeing him reduced to this blushing fool,Ferid felt odd. He shifted his eyes from left to right and was overcome by a mix of happiness and awkwardness.

“Your reply?”

Ferid felt cornered.

“I need to hear it Ferid. Or I’ll die.”

Guren might have been acting weird, but his pushy character was still intact.

Ferid stood up. He took Guren’s hand and stared intently into his eyes. Guren was frowning. He looked angry. Ferid smiled sweetly, genuinely at him. He cupped Guren’s face and kissed him on the forehead, then on the eyelids, on the tip of his nose, and lastly on the mouth. Ferid withdrew and stared into Guren’s violet eyes. He embraced Guren, feeling all of him; cradling all of him.

“I love you dear.”

I have been loving you all this time.

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1-69 >:3

i had to turn on my laptop just to copy/paste this all. im putting it under a cut to spare any innocent followers

also you cheeky fuck lol

1. What’s your darkest kink?

completely being dominated. few get the chance or the honor tho

2. How many people have you had sex with?

one. we were together for a long while so i never got the chance.

i might be changing that before long

3. What the most times you’ve ever orgasmed in one night?

i honestly dont know but this did remind me of an embarrassing story lol

4. What’s your favorite sex position?

it really depends on my mood :3

5. Describe the best sex you’ve ever had.

i was drunk, in a mood all day, and accidentally gave a hickey above the collar. his boss gave him shit for it but he couldn’t get me back cause he cant give them (which is a shame)

6. Have you ever had a one night stand?

never had the chance

7. Describe your most desired fantasy.

see #1

8. Describe your darkest fantasy.

see #7

9. What’s your sexiest feature?

ive been told i have a really nice ass

10. Have you ever been to a strip club?

most the decent ones around here you have to be 21, i hear. they dont really seem like my scene tho

11. Where’s the best place to have sex?

where the mood strikes. just lock the doors

12. Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?

the living room. in my defense, there were at least 2 other ppl in the house, and it had a walk-in policy. there was a decent risk of someone showing up

but this did lead to an amusing conversation that went something like “what if your dad walks in?” “then ill sit up and say ‘dad im busy, get out!’”

13. Where would you like to have sex, but haven’t yet?

location isnt a big thing for me

14. If you could have sex with one celebrity, who would it be?

ive never really had celeb crushes. i identified as ace until not long ago (im open to giving chances, but im picky about who ill show interest in first)

15. What sounds do you make during sex?

oh, golly. depends how much fun im having

but its not that breathy-ass shit in porn

16. Are you loud during sex?

see #15

17. Describe the outfit you feel sexiest in.

do partial ones count? i like just not having a shirt. cargo pants, skinny jeans, whatever. just without a top.

18. What’s your favorite punishment?

never been punished. ex was a puss lol

19. What’s your favorite position for spanking?

never really had positions for it. i like being grabbed more

20. Do you like to have/leave marks?

yes

21. What’s your favorite thing to clamp nipples with?

never done that

22. How long have you denied/or been denied an orgasm?

0 seconds

23. Have you ever had sex in a “dungeon”?

nope

24. Are you into bondage?

mmmyeah

25. What is your favorite thing to do for aftercare?

never really been in the scene enough to know much about that

26. What’s your favorite thing to tie up or be tied up with?

ive only used cuffs & ties. i liked the latter better

27. Are you a Dom or a Sub? Would you ever consider being a switch?

im a sub but if im in a really big mood i can switch

its a strong expression of desire not to be taken for granted

28. Do you prefer gags or blindfolds?

never used either but blindfolds might be cool

29. Have you ever had a threesome?

no despite a long ass time with someone who wanted nothing more and wouldnt shut up until i put my foot down that i wasnt comfortable with that unless i had gotten close to the other person one-on-one first

30. How often do you masturbate?

maybe like once a month?? but tat was when sex was readily available. id much prefer the real thing

31. What’s your favorite thing to masturbate to?

just whatever does it that time

32. What’s your favorite kind of porn?

i dont rlly watch enough to have a fave

33. What’s your favorite porn website?

dont have one

34. Who’s your favorite porn star?

same as above

35. Would you ever consider doing porn?

it really depends on specific context

36. At what age did you start masturbating?

lmao 18

37. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

nope 

38. Have you ever masturbated to a ridiculous video or story then thought “what the fuck did I just do?“

…

39. Phone sex or Camming?

never done either but im not big on taking care of myself for someone else

40. Do you believe in aphrodisiacs?

i havent read enough on them. ig if theres food that can help you be less depressed, there could be food that helps ur libido

41. What’s you biggest turn on?

biting around/on my hips/waist

42. What’s your strangest turn on?

probably the same thing, considering im not into oral and otherwise having a head down there bothers me

43. What’s your favorite sex toy?

i have none

44. Do you prefer your sexual partner to be older than you, or younger?

idc if theyre a little older/younger, as long as theyre close to my age

45. Have you ever broken up with someone because the sex was bad?

no but id totally tell an ex that to piss em off cause im a petty fuck

46. Have you ever posted nudes on tumblr?

nope. ive thought about doing the topless tuesday but ehh

47. What’s your favorite sex blog? (I’m sure it’s his-precious-kitten…but on the odd chance that it’s not…)

not really into those things

48. What’s your favorite pet name?

not necessarily a sex thing, but anything that feels strong like “darling,” “my love”

49. Do you prefer vaginal sex or anal?

never tried full-on anal but what i did try hurt too much to feel good

50. Do you prefer pussies all natural, bald, triangle, landing strip…?

whatever shes into and feels confident with mayn

51. What song would you most like to have sex to?

i like those with the feeling i get (not traditional ones) but this reminded me one time we were getting busy, youtube playlist going, next song came on and it was bring me to life and when i looked up, it wasnt like a lyric video or the official one but fucking luigi and i almost died then and there

52. Have you ever had shower sex?

yes. it was difficult  but fun

53. At what time of day are you the horniest?

i dont have a time of day but i accidentally went off my birth control for a bit and in the proceeding week i could barely function. ive been telling myself that was the reason.

54. Girls: What is your bra size?

34b, perfect hand size. sometimes they just make good rests to just hold

55. Girls: Describe your favorite pair of panties.

theyre a teal with a darker blue lace. the back kinda has a sheer part that reminds me of stain glass windows??

56. Girls: Do you ever go out not wearing panties?

nah not into that thing. you could tell me something is meant to be worn without and id be like “nah fuck that”

57. Girls: Can you get off from clit stimulation alone?

ig?? but whats the fun in that??

58. Girls: Can you get off from penetration alone?

who would do that

59. Girls: Do you use birth control or condoms?

i prefer both because i would not be able to handle nine months sober followed by hours of excruciating pain. or getting stds.

60. Girls: What’s the strangest thing that’s ever been inside your pussy?

just a marker. im not lookin to fuck myself up

but my ex is a major whovian with several sonic screwdrivers and at one point he made a joke to which i responded “if you wanted to use that on me you shouldve said something” which made everyone freak out lol

61. Girls: Do you spit or swallow?

never sucked. always had a rise of anxiety prior

62. Subs: Would you rather have a Master, a Dom, or a Daddy Dom?

idk if theres that much a difference between the first two but if i so much as hear an utterance of “daddy” i instantly become dry as the sahara

63. Littles: Describe your favorite stuffie.

n/a

64. Boys: What is your penis size?

n/a

65. Boys: Are you circumcised?

n/a

66. Boys: Do you prefer having sex without a condom?

n/a

67. Boys: Do you prefer oral or vaginal sex?

n/a

68. Doms: Do you believe in aftercare?

n/a

69. Doms: Would you rather own a slave, a sub, or a little?

n/a

lord this took forever i hope ur happy lol