#I don't know what I wanted to do but there had to be a teethy monster in it

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I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!

what about a reader who’s unknowingly flirting with the twst wonderland cast (specifically savanclaw, octanaville and diasomnia) because of culture differences and species differences?

e.g petting their ears, giving them gifts, smiling with teeth (bc for moray eels that’s how they mate 👀)

OR fem reader who has her period and some of the twst students can smell it I LITERALLY HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT THIS 😭😭😭😭

OMLL I APPRECIATE ITTT!!! sorry for the wait!!! i chose some from each dorm bc of my character limit btw!!

azul ashengrotto

despite how much azul continues to do his best to learn about life on land… relationships are certainly difficult for him to understand sometimes considering how long he has spent his life in the sea and though there are many similarities between merpeople… there are still some differences. once azul is rather close to you he does become unintentionally— clingy with you. (when you two officially get together that's another story) but he has a habit of wanting to lean close to you or have a hand on you in some way, like on the small of your back when showing you something in the mostro lounge.

so needless to say, he is in love with any sort of touch from you he takes that as some sort of hope and sign that you reciprocate how he feels haha. jade and floyd tease him ALL the time about it especially when he was struggling to keep his cool-headed composure after you once gave him a hug after he did something to help you once.

like I've said azul really doesn't think about it or even try to be this way around you he just does aljdfajdkhf. he’ll feel like a smitten fool as he sits in the vip lounge as he's doing papers and just think about how you playfully linked your arm around his to bring him somewhere. small things like that are actually quite big to him when it comes down to the differences.

jade leech

he's aware you probably don't know that you're unknowingly flirting with him, but he finds it amusing and plays along with you, nevertheless. he thinks it's cute that you don't know and all the more enticing, you’ll find him chuckling, trying to hide his grin with his gloved hand “oh my, I didn't know you liked me that much fufu” he’d say. you can't help but feel confused as to what he finds so interesting… like you literally just yawned.

it'll take him a while to actually tell you what it means since he finds the obliviousness to be quite cute. you only put two and two together when he tells floyd about what you did right in front of him and the two laugh about it. now you've got floyd teasing u about it..

like azul he is a little more affectionate just in a different more. in a less obvious fashion, though there definitely have been a few occasions where he likes to bring your hand to his lips and see your reaction, he finds it so amusing. he always has his teethy grin plastered on his face.

leona kingscholar

he hates the way he can always tell when you're wearing cologne or perfume and he hates that he likes it as well, he may or may not be a bit addicted to your scent. he literally can tell if you're near just because he knows the damn fragrance you use.

if you two are particuarly close... like him falling asleep around you and such. if you happen to pet his head and his ears, he immediately shoots you this look then mumbles something before being too tired to do anything about it or give you some retort. he just lets it happen... he does enjoy it anyway. slowly he kinda doesnt realize how clingy he can get with you because of it. he becomes a little needy and wanting more attention from you. he cant help it.... i mean you basically just showed him that you're fine with it anyways.

leona seems to be someone who can get pretty possessive, unintentionally too over you. kind of territorial, like if you're someone he has eyes for then he doesn't expect others to really get in the way of that.

malleus draonica

malleus is not only a fae but a pretty sheltered one too, I’d think he’d take almost anything from you as a sign of you being completely infatuated with him as he is with you. you could offer split your ice cream or invite him out somewhere, show any sort of interest in him as he talks about gargoyles as he’s doing single club activities. the one time you asked curiously and wanted to touch his horns, he’d be searching for the loveliest jewel to bestow you for your wedding day.

speaking of jewels… he gifts to you a lot especially after you give him anything first (it could be a cool rock you found) and he’d be so smitten and glad to reciprocate that by giving you earrings, rings, necklaces etc. and when you accept them even though you're not exactly fully understanding why he takes it even more as a sign of you accepting his advances.

after taking any of your little acts of being somewhat kind to him and he’s already so deeply into you, lilia would certainly be someone who hears just all about it. i think he would only feel happy for malleus, as it appears he must’ve found the right one. he is just supportive of malleus and is simply overjoyed to know he has some little human that makes him so happy.

lilia vanrouge

he has lived long enough and in different places to understands human courting's and more so than someone like malleus. he knows how different it is, trust me he is fully aware, but he thinks it's amusing. lilia pretends to take it the wrong way and watch you get all confused, when he's just being playful.

just cant help that he finds it so adorable when you unknowingly show him affections as a fae would in his culture. even just being slightly affectionate with him is enough to have him giggling and warning you to be careful to what fae you do that to. they do tend to take very kindly towards any affections and gifts!

lilia will straight up tell you though too, you could gift him and give him something neat you found or made, and he'd look up at you with a stupid grin like "kfufu... i accept your love, dear" NO???. he still holds onto anything from you with the utmost joy.

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 1 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Summary : The friendship between you and Loki grows as you both learn more about each other.

Warning: Soft loki alert again, Y/n is the type of y/n that says you know after every sentence..you know?, Mention of trauma and torture, drinking, cuddle bug do do do do, 4.5 k words approx

Loki took a deep breath as soon as he got inside the bathroom. Heavens Goodness this woman was choosing to trust him for some reason and he didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize her faith in him. He looked at himself in the mirror and out of nowhere it suddenly hit him that you were the only person who had trusted him in a very long time. Nobody trusted him. He was a trickster, a liar and now he was a mass murderer.

He clicked his fingers and the armor disappeared from his body, there were millions of bruises on every inch of his skin. That Hulk smash was brutal. He got under the shower and turned it to the coldest setting, as soon as the cold water hit his skin he was finally able to relax.

You kept hearing the knock on the door and you had a strong feeling who it could be. Mrs. Geller ofcourse

"Helloooo Mrs Geller" you gave her a fake cheery smile and you could tell she was trying to peek into your apartment.

"I thought I heard ya screaming" you gulped as she said that.

"I didn't scream..ohhh i actually did ..it was a rat..I saw a rat" you blabbed nervously.

"In your apartment?" She was disgusted by the notion.

"Yeah he was huge..bigggg bigg rat"

"Umm I hear the shower running" she said and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Sometimes you wanted to snap at her. Badly.

"Oh I was going to take a shower but then I heard you knocking soo"

"You know if there's a man in there you can tell me, i would be happy for you.. finally right?" You chuckled as she said that.

"There's no man i promise, you can come check if you don't believe me" you told her so she shook her head.

"Was only making sure you were safe dear"

"I know..I'm grateful.. thank you" you smiled and hugged her. She was just looking out for you but it felt like having a photocopy of your own mom, you didn't need another mom in life.

"I'll set a trap at my place..you do that too" she told you so you smiled.

"I will. Thank youuuu" As she went back to her apartment you took a deep breath. Okay there was still time, you could just call the Avengers and get yourself out of this situation before it would get even messier, you didn't even know this guy. What if he was just playing with you, they didn't call him the god of tricks for shits and giggles. Right?

"Y/n" you heard your name being called so you stepped closer to the bathroom door, he was peeking at you with his head out, his naked body remained hidden behind the door. He gave you a smile and that smile was going to be the death of you. Maybe you can get to know this man, he had given you no reason to not trust him until now. Besides you had the helpline number.

"Can I please get something to dry myself with?" He asked you so you walked towards the closet and came back to him with a towel. He had clothes in his vault but he needed an excuse to talk to you. Once he came out your eyes widened for two very different reasons, first of all those deep purple bruises on his body terrified you, he must had been in alot of pain and second of all you weren't expecting to see such a chiseled lean body hiding behind all that leather and metal.

"Ummm you could have just stayed in you know..you're barely clothed" you said to him so he gave his typical teethy smile again. For a terrorist, he did smile alot.

"Oh is this a nuisance?"

"You being half naked- dripping water everywhere in my living room? No it's not a nuisance at all" you answered sarcastically.

"Well nudity is a man-made construct..in Asgard--" He noticed the deathly glares so he decided to eat the rest of his words, you passed him an another towel and he used it to dry his hair.

His hair didn't look like a tree anymore, it looked soft and smooth and–

"Earth to Madame" you snapped out of your thoughts as he clicked his fingers. Should he tell you that he had clothes of his own? Probably not. "Do you have something for me to wear?"

You stomped on your feet and looked around your closet, there was a pair of black sweatpants and the matching t-shirt you had stolen from one of your boyfriends so you passed it to him, you turned around again as he dropped the towel from his waist to change.

"Thank you lady y/n" he mumbled after he was dressed. That shirt looked indecent on him, you were able to define every muscle underneath that tight constricted fabric.

"I'm going to shower too ..no funny stuff alright?" You warned him but he only got confused, his brows furrowed again, that gesture always made him look so innocent like an infant, a baby animal, a toddler.

He sat down on that ugly sofa and then he heard you yelling at him again which made him squeeze his eyes. The water must have been too cold for you, he'd have to keep that in mind, you were allowing him to stay here so graciously, he didn't want to ruin it. As you came out you asked him to stay right where he was, you wanted to put a bra under your clothes. He might have been a terrorist trickster god but he was still a man.

Grabbing the first aid box you made your way to the sofa and sat down next to him, he looked at your attire and it made him smile, you were matching with his attire from head to toe

"Ummm your cuts..will get infected..did they not patch you up?"

"Oh yes, they definitely patched me up before they arranged a feast to celebrate my presence here" you squinted your eyes in order to avoid an insulting retort. You poured the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab then passed it to him. Should he tell you that he'd probably be alright by tomorrow?

"What shall I do about this ?" He asked you so you huffed before you snatched it away from him and rubbed it right on the long slit over his nose. He winced so you dabbed it in a gentle manner.

"Do you guys not have doctors or medicines on your alien planet?" He chuckled as you questioned him. Adorable. He found you adorable.

"Oh we do have our mighty healers over there. But it is all purely natural"

"Like ayurveda?"

"I suppose so"

"So what is your plan here? What are you trying to do" you asked him

"You want me to be entirely truthful?"

"There shouldn't be an alternative"

"I just want to loosen myself for a moment if you'd allow me to. It's been a while since I have had the pleasure of doing absolutely nothing"

"Awnnnn it must be a tough job terrorising other planets I am assuming" you pouted at the end of your sentence but he looked down in shame and it made you purse your lips together.

"I'm sorry..I am sorry I don't mean to be so snarky all the time"

"It's alright. I deserve that" his eyes teared up and then you felt even worse.

"Maybe you don't.. I..I don't know you or what happened with you and I shouldn't be judging you like this..so I just..it's just weird for me and I'm usually not this snappy. It's just ..things like this don't happen to me, it happens to other people you know? You know what I mean?" He shook his head as you said that. You suddenly leaned into him and his heart skipped a beat "What is that smell? My body wash doesn't smell like that?" You asked him and he gulped.

"Uhhh it's a scent"

"Like a perfume?"

"Yes"

"Huhh where did you get it from?" You asked him as you crossed your arms.

"My vault "

"Your what?"

"Vault..It's similar to that of a closet like the one you have..there"

"Uhhhuhh I hear you..And where exactly is this vault of yours?"

"In the outer space somewhere" your eyes widened as he said that but you didn't want to snap at him again, especially after you noticed the way he had flinched the last time. Was he used to being yelled at a lot?

"It smells expensive" he smiled as you said that. You saw the green shimmer you had seen before whenever he did magicky stuff, he waved his hand and there it was in his hand. A delicate looking bottle with the most intricate designs you had ever seen in your life.

"You can have it"

"Oh no nooo..I can't"

"I have plenty more where that came from, please have it for me. Just a small token of appreciation for the kindness that you have bestowed –"

"Okay I'll take it" you smiled and it made him smile too.

The door buzzed so you got up. It must be the pizza guy. You gave him a piece too but he didn't really like pizza, and found it too greasy.

After dinner you looked at him curiously. Where was he going to sleep? The couch was too small for him and-- there was only one bed.

Cliche. Cliche.

"So we sleep now?" He asked you

"Yeah, where are you planning to sleep?"

He looked at your bed and you shook your head immediately,

"Is this bedding pleasant enough for you? It looks small" he walked closer to the bed to inspect it as if he was the king of beds or something.

"It's all I can afford right now, after a long day I don't really care I just want to sleep..the apartment had all the other stuff but the thing I needed the most..I bought this one..it's my baby" he smiled and sat down on the bed. Your bed.

"Would you mind me asking about your occupation?" He asked you

"Yeah I'm a prostitute" he tilted his head and thought about it, he didn't want to say something offensive.

"Uhhh it serves you well?" You chuckled as he said that. He was adorable, if you hadn't seen his face all over the news you probably wouldn't have believed that this was the same guy who had supposedly terrorized the earth yesterday.

"I'm joking. I work in a gym, it's temporary..I .. have done a lot of things and changed a lot of jobs and anyways I'll sleep on the sofa because that's even tinier than the bed I got here and you won't fit in there because heyy you're taller than some of the buildings in Minnesota" you smiled at him but his eyes teared up instead. Why were you sacrificing your comfort for him? He didn't deserve your kindness.

"I am honored but –" he waved his fingers again and you gasped as you saw a bed a few feet away from your own. It was a lavish queen sized bed taking most of the space in your apartment

"That was in your closet?"

"Vault"

"Cool cool cool ..very well then.. get on your bed"

"No it's for you.. please take that one"

"Oh no no I'm not taking your princely sophisticated bed..noo" you said to him.

"It's for you" you took a few steps back until you hit the side of the bed

"I said no..are you listening to me? It's your bed, you'd fit in there and I want you to…ohh my godddd!!!!" you exclaimed as you sat down on the softest comfiest surface your butt has ever met with. He couldn't help but smile at your reaction

"Okay maybe I'll rest here for a minute..just 60 seconds okay?" you laid down and a small gasp escaped your throat, it was like floating in the heaven itself. This must be the bed they probably provide in heaven for all the heaveners.

"You do that"

"Just a minute"

"Sure" he laid down on your bed and it smelled like you, thoughts of wanting to cuddle with you infiltrated his mind so he smacked himself mentally, he can't possibly think about a woman he just met today in this sort of way. He turned the lights off as he watched you drifting into a deeper sleep and after several months he was finally able to fall asleep with no fear or threat looming over his head.

The next few days were insane, everyone was talking about him everywhere you went to and you were just seething internally everytime someone mentioned that war criminal Avengers were looking for. You hated how people talked about him and made assumptions, you didn't blame them, people got hurt in that attack, you were doing the same thing before you got to know him a little.

You had started to see him differently when he told you about his life in Asgard, he was a prince, a literal prince living under the shadows of his older brother, you have had friends and family members who wanted to upstage you so you understood his plight. When he told you about how he was the son of the monster all the Asgard despised, your heart rendered for him, everything he thought to be true about himself just didn't exist. One day he was the prince of Asgard and then in a moment his whole world was turned upside down.

"I just don't know who I am anymore, where do I even belong?" He mumbled and your eyes teared up, you didn't understand him completely but you understood some of it. You had felt lost most of your life. You placed your hand on his so he looked at you, his eyes were moist too and the sad look on his face always made you want to wrap your arms around him and hug him as tightly as you could.

"Ummm maybe with time everything will fall into the right place" he grabbed your digits in his large hand and then you felt his thumb rubbing against the back of your fingers, and it made your breath hitch in your chest. Everytime he touched you, you just wanted him to keep going but he never crossed that line of decency and you weren't sure if you wanted that either because you were enjoying having a friend who didn't seem completely selfish to his core.

"Time for margaritas" you got up and ruffled his hair with your hands before you moved to the kitchen. He probably wouldn't have allowed anyone to do it to him, nobody gets to touch his hair, but he owed you for literally saving his arse. Also because he enjoyed whenever you touched him like that.

"So do you have a girlfriend or something on your planet?" You asked him sheepishly as you sipped on your drink, it's been more than a week since he basically begged you to stay here and that particular curiosity has been bothering you since.

"A girlfriend?" He giggled

"Yeah like a lady friend, companion, consort sort of thing etc" That's right. You had books, you had Google on your phone.

"I do not have one at the present, ofcourse"

"But you used to?"

"I have been alive for a thousand years darling" your face flushed at the pet name. Damn!! he was a grand grand daddy.

"Yeah but not every person we are attracted to turns into a special person you know?" You asked him and he nodded.

"Well I was betrothed to the princess of Vanaheim, father - Odin wanted the alliance for political and regional purposes, safe to say I crushed all of his ambitions under my boots" he chuckled and you looked at him curiously.

"Arranged marriage? Did you like this Princess? I mean I don't know why you won't..she's a literal Princess but did you like her..like like her?" He kept staring at your face as you blabbed, his mouth curved into a smile and you just wanted to knock it off because it made you feel nervous.

"We met on every auspicious occasions, she was .. beautiful certainly " he let out a nervous laugh "Perhaps our affair would have developed further or not. Will never find out because I was thirsty for blood" he quoted his brother and even though he was smiling you could see the sadness on his features.

"Do you miss her?" You fidgeted with your fingers as you questioned.

"I only wish for her to be well. Enough of me, what about you? Are you of proper age to be wedded?" You burst out laughing as he said that

"Am I of age? I'm gonna be thirty in a week, THIRTY is like sixty for a woman here.. that's what my mom says by the way. Did you know I'm losing my eggs with time and I'll regret being alone if I don't find a guy right this moment and let him breed me so I could raise an insufferable depressed child just like me?" his brows remained furrowed as you finished your sentence.

"But you do not want to marry and have a child?" You sighed as he questioned, this was the part where it got really hard for you to explain what you wanted in life because everything you wanted was taken from you or just not meant for you. You turned your body towards him and he was looking at you with such intensity that you couldn't even maintain a proper eye contact, not for long anyways.

"I want it, I'm not against it but I want it with someone I want it with?" Your eyes teared up, you were slightly tipsy and you had someone listening to what you wanted to say, a man like him wanted to talk to you and all of it was making you emotional. He noticed the change in your mood so he scooted closer to you and placed his hand on yours again

"The first guy I ever remember liking was when I was 20, I was a late bloomer you see" you chuckled and he brought his fingers up to tuck your hair behind the ear, why would he do that? WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? God that tingled.

"What did he do?" He asked softly.

"He didn't do anything, he was just so confusing. I mean why would a guy talk to me everyday and flirt with me all the time if he didn't want to have something? One day he was into me the other day he was too broken from his past relationships, the third day he was again into me and then he'd ghost me point blank for two days and then he'd come back to repeat the cycle for months and I allowed it..it messed me up for a long time because he always made me feel as if I wasn't enough..as if I was doing something wrong and I continued to approach him even though he made it clear that he didn't want anything, because then i wondered if he'd come back in three days and change his tune again" as the tear slipped past your cheek he wiped it with his thumb, you felt his fingers running through your scalp and it calmed you down a little bit it was also making you feel several other things.

"You did nothing wrong my darling. He was a selfish,immature, pompous arse in the dire need of a distraction, i know of their kind very well" Well he grew up with their kind

"He's married now and I didn't even want to marry him because he was the least attractive man there ever could be. I don't even know why I liked him but it still hurts.. seeing people who had hurt you so much be so happy in life…it hurts" as your voice choked he instantly pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you to hug you.

"Do you want to hear more?" You asked him between your silly cries.

"Yes" he answered instantly.

"The second guy was the guy who actually wanted to date me..I was 23, he was a year younger than me so it definitely was my fault, and it was a long distance relationship "

"Long distance?"

"Yeah like we were geographically apart?"

"So you never met each other?"

"We met twice" you facepalmed as you reeled in your stupidity "Long story short after a few months of the relationship and me not willing to put out for him, as in I didn't send nudes when he asked.."

"Nudes?" God he was so clueless about everything.

"Naked pictures of myself

"Understood"

"All of a sudden he didn't love me anymore you know and guess what? He fell for his best friend who had to be a girl of course.. you know what I ended up becoming? That girl in movies who comes between two obviously in love best friends. I got cheated on, I was led on, I got hurt and abandoned but somehow I was still the villain here..worst part is I liked him so much that even after he broke my heart we stayed friends and he'd ask me for tips so he could impress this best friend turned lover of his"

"And you gave him these tips he asked for?" He scrunched his nose

"Fucking yeahhh..I'm so stupid oh god..he broke up with me over the text, it was two days after he had told me that he loved me and saw a future with me..I'm so stupid"

"You're not stupid darling.. merely gullible"

"That doesn't make me feel any better"

He smiled as you said that but you weren't done talking. You'd talk until you'd drive this one away too. He'd probably get himself arrested after this. "Unfortunately I didn't just stop there ..i continued to befriend and get involved with selfish assholes all my life and now I'm old, I wasted my youth on those jerks and now I'm not as wanted as I was in my early 20s.. worst part is I wasn't even in love with those guys but I still allowed them to waste so much of my time and break me so much that I can't even trust anyone anymore"

"You're so far off the reality little one" he smiled so you glared at him.

"What?"

"You are ethereal, so very youthful as opposed to what you may choose to believe about yourself and you're so…" he gulped as he looked at you intently "Intriguing..any man would be fortunate to have a woman like you, but you do not deserve just any other man..you deserve the noblest of them all.. perhaps the reason you haven't found one yet " you sniffled as he finished his sentence.

"You are sweet"

"So you were not in love with them? Any of them?" He questioned so you shook your head in response. You loved some of them but you weren't in love.

"Noo..never. Maybe my perception of love has been skewed because of those romantic movies but I have never felt that intense type of love in my life..like ever. Never felt the chemistry..that bubbling scorching heat" he gulped as you said that as you got more and more animated with your hand gestures .

"Heattt?"

"Yeahhh you know when you're just so in love with someone that you just want to fuck them so hard, anywhere, everywhere..all the time.. and it doesn't matter how they look.. you just want to go wild on them because you're in loveeee"

"Perhaps you're confusing lust with love?" he blushed as he questioned so you shook your head.

"Noo the lust would mean you want to have raunchy sex with them and then go your separate ways. I don't want just thatttt..no no..i want to be there for this man..not just for the sex but for the bad and tough times..harddd hard times and for those insecure moments" you looked into his eyes and you could see his mouth open and close, because he had nothing to say. He was charmed.

"I want to treat him like he's the best thing to ever exist and I want to fuck him day and night because I'm so attracted to this gem of a man and then cuddle him until he's all happy in his head. And i want to gush about him all the time to every person i know and bite their ears off while I tell them how fucking gorgeous the love of my life is.. you knowwwww" he licked his lower lip as he looked at your heavy breaths after you finished your sentence. All of a sudden he wanted to be that man, he yearned to be the object of your fascination, he needed to be the man that you wanted to love and be in love with so deeply.

You couldn't stop staring at his lips and you kept wondering how it would be like to kiss him.

Oh god you were so very much attracted to him..oh fucking god.

Of course you were attracted to someone who you knew was way out of your league and practically non attainable. He wasn't even from this planet.

"You know if I'm ever talking too much especially after drinking margaritas you can just shut me up real quick" he chuckled as you said that.

"Pardon me for being unresponsive darling. I was just thinking about what you just said. It's uhh ..sweet and Passionate, it's alluring.. i understand now" Stop looking into his sea green eyes. Especially when he's talking.

"That's a relief..okay we should sleep" you gave him an awkward hug as you wished him good night. You could smell that cologne that you loved so much, the smell that resembled bergamot and roses.

Next morning you didn't have to work so you spent the day teaching him basic things in the kitchen, for example turning the stove on, making a nice cup of tea, or just simple eggs, he had never stepped a foot in the kitchen before but he was a fast learner. You noticed though that the heat was bothering him so after a while you threw him out of the kitchen.

That night you woke up and saw him trembling with fear on that tiny little bed, his knees were curled into his chest and he kept mumbling, asking them to not hurt him, he was begging someone to spare him today. You quickly got out of the bed and walked towards him, he always insisted on sleeping on your kiddie sized bed even though he was definitely too tall for it.

"Lokii?" You placed your palm on his forehead and he was sweating alot, you wiped the sweat beads off his skin with the sleeve of your shirt before you bent down on your knees at the edge of his bed.

"Looo? Wake up ..it's just a nightmare" god knew what he was seeing in that moment, he didn't tell you everything about him, or how much he had suffered. His eyes opened slowly and the lights were off but the window behind the bed made you able to see him.

"Are you okay?" You asked him softly and he sniffled in response then he shook his head, he sat up a little and you thought he wanted to talk to you but instead he leaned into you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on the bed next to him. God he was soo strong.

Also you didn't have a bra on.

He laid down with you, one of his arm stayed curled around your waist, you gasped a little as he hid his face between the crook of your neck, his lips too close to your cleavage but you didn't think he was even thinking about the closeness at the moment. Maybe he just wanted to hold someone and be held in return so that's what you gave him, you lifted his head up for a moment just so you could place your arm underneath, sure your nerves would be dead by tomorrow but you figured it would be worth it.

You had not even hugged him for more than a few seconds before this but then how come this didn't feel weird at all? Why did holding him so close felt so natural? You heard his little whimpers and it snapped you out of the daydreaming.

"You're okay I promise..you're okay" you mumbled softly as your fingers ran over his scalp while the other hand caressed his back, his hair was as soft as you had imagined it to be. His hand lowered down from your waist, it briefly brushed over your cheeks before he grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his waist then his arm held onto your waist again. Okay you were physically, mentally and officially turned on now, you could feel your lips quivering because of the intimate position. Both of them. You felt afraid you'd start to hump against him in the middle of the night.

He fell asleep soon after, leaving you all warm and tingly inside. You may or may not have kissed his forehead once he did.

The next morning you thought things would get awkward between you two but you had no idea that this innocuous cuddling thing was about to become an important part of your bedtime routine.

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Request: could I please have Mileena x afab reader fluff alphabet? (pronouns don't matter do whatever, I'm agender afab though so I prefer afab reader)

AN: Apologies that this took longer than expected. I started writing this on Nov. 20th, but I just got it done. I've had stuff going on irl, and didn't feel like writing lately. Also for this I used "you" to refer to the reader instead of he/she/they.

Notes: Gender-Neutral! Reader, Fluff, Not Proof Read

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Mileena would adore how you would show your appreciation for the ones you care for. If someone would dare to insult her, how you would try your best to shut them up. Even if it results in violence. She likes a woman that has a bite in her. 

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your lips would probably be her favorite. So soft looking, pretty, like your lips are pulling her in so they could kiss her. 

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Likes to lay her head in your lap while you play with her hair. 

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Would love to attend a festival with you. Hand in hand walking around to see the vendors and other stuff there. 

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Mileena would express her emotions when she is stressing out about her duties and her infection of Tarkat. She feels calmer whenever you are around. 

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

She’s the Empress. She’ll need an heir to the throne of course. She would consult with you first, and see what happens from there. 

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Mileena wouldn’t know what to give you as a gift. Sure she could give you expensive items, but would it be something you would truly appreciate? She would most likely give you gifts on anniversaries or holidays. 

H = Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

She doesn’t hide anything from you. Once you two are a couple she doesn’t feel right keeping things from you, so she’ll tell you anything you want to know. 

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

A switch in her brain snaps. She goes feral wanting to know how you were injured. If it was another person that did it, they are dead meat. But she’ll clean up your wounds first of course. 

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

She gets jealous easily, but she’ll try her best to keep it under control. 

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

To be funny I would like to say Mileena would like to french kiss you (because of tongue hehe); however, I feel like she would like to eskimo kiss you. 

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Her love language is probably words of affirmation. She’ll say the classic “I love you”, she’ll hug you, and maybe she’ll probably give you a teethy kiss. 

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Of course! She’ll most likely propose at a banquet or something like that. The marriage is a blissful one. You’re married to the Empress! Now that the two of you are married that doesn’t mean your responsibilities to Outworld of change. You help each other with one another’s duties. 

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

She worries that one day you will contract Tarkat. She doesn’t want you to experience the scrutiny and pain she has experienced. 

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

She likes to teasingly nibble at you. Not too hard to leave a bite, but she just likes to play around. 

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Darling, Love, or Precious. 

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

She likes to do anything you like, but she’s fine with just sitting and having a cup of tea with you. 

R = Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Mileena doesn’t see herself as the classic “romantic”. While she does whatever she can to make you happy, she can be a bit awkward about it. She tries to be creative because she isn’t the biggest fan of clichés. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Of course she is protective, you are in a relationship with the Empress of Outworld. She would have Li Mei assign her best soldiers to protect you. She would be flattered if you were to protect her, but it would make her sad if you were to be injured on her behalf.  

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

After spending some time with you, she would ask you if you would like to start courting each other. 

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

It pains her to see you upset. She’ll try to be there for you, but if you want to be alone she’ll respect your wishes. 

V = Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

The relationship is as important to her as her being Outworld’s Empress. If she had to choose between the two, she would choose you of course. 

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

She would love to fight you. Loves seeing the energy you have in battle. If her opponent was someone that was threatening you she would fight them for you, but if you insist she will fight along with you. 

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Just by looking at you she can tell how you feel. 

Y = Yearning (how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

She will head to the training grounds and fight the soldiers when she is missing you. 

Z = Zzz (how do they sleep with you?)

She likes to rest her chin on top of your head with her arms wrapped around you. She loves to have you in her arms. You look so peaceful in her opinion. 

[pashminalamb]

Yandere Rin with an affectionate fem!reader friend for now who likes to hug her friends as a form of greeting, fighting his urge to tug you away from Isagi who's hugging you back affectionately with friendly intentions Then, you asked Rin for consent to hug him as affectionately (even more affectionately than those pathetic people you hugged before him, he likes to think) as well. Rin let out a grunt. The moment you closed the gap between the two of you, it caused him fighting his urge to wrap his arms around you so tight, claim you, isolate you... ANYTHING. Just to have you right here, right now by his side forever. Yet, he didn't do anything. He just stood there, pretending to be annoyed (a "tch" escaped from his tongue but you just took it as his usual tendency due to his personality causing you to laugh) but he lets you hug him in the end.

Then you moved to hug his other teammates like Bachira and Rin has to suffer again from jealousy again--- sigh... Seriously... Don't you even know that every single time you hug people in front of him is counted to his list of times to edge you in bed when he finally lured you successfully to his penthouse???

wc : 470

Ratings : 18+, mdni

Warnings : posessiveness, bondage, yandere!rin, edging, cunnilingus, taunting, pussy slapping, thigh spanking, blindfolds, mentions of mindbreak towards the end. Rin is 24 and a professional player.

(A/N) : Yandere rin seems to be the new bandwagon everyone's jumped on... so here we are. Hope you guys like it ik i did cause i had a field day with it This is a thirst and not request, but can be considered as a short fic as well. Do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize or translate my work. Interactions, comments, reblogs and likes are welcomed!

If there is something yandere Rin does not like it is the fact of people touching something that is his, and his alone. He is indifferent to hugs when you give them to him, not wanting to look like a pathetic puppy waiting at the door for your attention. He wanted to be a normal lover for you, holding your hand or brushing the hair out of your face, but he couldn't for his ego wouldn't allow him. He hated it when his hugs- that he was so indifferent to, were directed at Bachira and Isagi, the pair flashing you with teethy smiles that would no doubt win over the heart of some girls. You were his and his alone and that was the day he vowed to not let anyone else touch you. It was a stroke of luck when you had agreed to a formal dinner at his penthouse with a few other selected teammates, the others leaving early while naive little you insisted on helping out in the kitchen. It didn't take long for things to escalate as Rin placed his hands on your hips, followed by the heavy makeout session pressing you into the kitchen counter until he had you bound to the headboard of his bedroom by the ties he had kept in his drawers, a blindfold covering your eyes, moaning and bucking your hips into his mouth as he licked and slurped at your pussy mercilessly, his strong arms circling around your thighs and holding them down. He had been dreaming about this and everything was falling into his plan. "Rin please- let me cum already... ahh" you begged as he shifted his head from side to side, adding more stimulus to your cunt. Not yet. Hearing a particularly high moan spill from your lips, he pulled back, fingers coming quickly to rub at your sensitive clit, making your thighs shake. "You thought you could go flaunting around what is mine?" he growled, slapping your inner thigh, making you whimper. "Isagi and Bachira would have loved to feel your tits against them when they hugged you. Pathetic fuckers must be getting off to that too at night Hm? But this." he said, giving a spank to your naked pussy, making you cry out. "This belongs to me. And I'll let you cum only when I feel like it. When you've been good enough to earn it." he said, tongue hanging out to let saliva drip on your exposed clit. 'Who do you belong to?' "You!" "Whose pussy is this?" "Yours!" "Will you ever get close to Isagi or Bachira ever again?" "NO!"

"Good girl." Edging you 9 times and you had already learnt your lesson. It was only time when he seized yet another opportunity, seeing you hand a bottle of water to Raichi. Was he going to have fun breaking you for his naive little lamb never seemed to learn her boundaries.

[v3nusxsky]

Something beautiful bloomed from pain

Authors note~ there is going to be a few more fics based around this idea and universe. Also baby snuggles are the best but I’m not promoting unsafe sleep

Tw~ mentioned sexual assault. Not practicing safe sleep for a baby

Prompt~ reader was assaulted and now has a daughter due to that. Somehow lesso finds out fluff ensured. (This prompt is based of a fic I read in the ouat fandom it's quite a common prompt there due to the nature of the show)

Being a Ever, you were always taught not to keep secrets. It's an unwritten rule of the Evers. And although you hated calling your daughter a secret that's exactly what she was. No one apart from Dovey knew of Delilah's existence. Your little lilac flower. Lilah had just turned one a few days into the new school year. Soon she wouldn't be as easily hidden and you knew that. But for now it worked. You didn't need everyone knowing what you'd been through. Luckily, Delilah is too young to understand the pain, thankfully all she knew was you and Dovey.

You had dance classes to teach today. But your daughter was being incredibly fussy due to cutting her teeth. All she wanted was to be held, by you. Of course you could understand that and you'd willingly hold her all day to soothe her pain. But classes had to be taught. That was what brought you to your friends office.

"Y/n! What a lovely surprise." You were about to reply however Delilah let out a squeal of pain. "Oh and my little flower. I'm sorry lilac auntie dove didn't see you there." She cooed at the fussy baby who was squirming in your arms.

"My poor lilac flower it's okay baby you're okay. I know your teethy pegs are hurting you aren't they? My poor baby girl. " you cooed while searching for her dummy that had been sat in the fridge before your trip here. Instantly she began to chew it the cold soothing the pain. "There my lilac it's all better now hmm?" You hummed slightly swaying your body to hopefully soothe your daughter into a sleep.

"Y/n? You're an amazing mother. I know you were scared and you had every right to be. But you are doing a great job with Delilah here." Your friend complimented you. She knew how much you would doubt yourself with Lilah. After all once she learned the reason it all made sense. Yet you still made the difficult decision to choose to love her and not let the trauma stop that.

"Thank you Dovey. I actually came here for a favour. Could you possibly watch lilac here? I have a dance class to teach with Evers and Nevers for the upcoming ball. I know she's not your responsibility but I can't miss class and she's so fussy today. Just wanting to be held all the time. I don't know what to do." Your tone hushed as not to wake the now sleeping baby but still conveying your panic.

"Y/n I would love to you know I love my little flower but I have a meeting with meeting with Emma in 15 minutes. " she whispered apologetically. You knew Dovey really loved Delilah and would watch her if she could. Only then did you hear the door shutting effectively waking the slumbering baby. Her high pitched screams filling the room effectively shocking the new entry. 

"Hey hey hey baby no you're okay. Mommas here hush my lilac flower. You're okay darling. " you soothed and trailed a finger lightly down the bridge of her nose. Swaying slightly you watched as your daughter blinked before accepting the exhaustion she felt. Sucking her pacifier in and out of her little lips. 

"Y/n? Dovey? What is a child doing here? Who's is it?" Lady Lesso seemed to be spilling questions a mile a minute. You could feel yourself visibly tense at the questions. It was hard to keep your daughter a secret you just thought you had more time before it came out. You held your slumbering daughter close to your chest not realising tears were already falling. "She's mine Leonora." You kept your face strict and strong. Clutching your flower like a life line. Dovey slipped from the room quietly.

"You ? You have a baby?" Her confusion was evident.

"Yes." You simply stated

"When?"

"Last year. Her birthday is September 8th"

You watched the dean of evil processing the information you'd gave her. Trying to sneak glances over your shoulder at your daughter. "Oh y/n..." she trailed off "who is her farther?"

You tensed once more before remembering your daughter would feel it and focusing on relaxing. "We don't talk about it" you mumbled out your tone leaving no room for argument. However Lady Lesso read through the lines. "Y/n I'm so sorry I why didn't you tell me?" The last part was hardly audible but you caught it.

"I was embarrassed and you're the great Dean of evil you don't take any crap Lesso. I felt weak and lost. And after her birth I was just afraid how people would see me. " you explained mindlessly stroking your daughters back.

"Y/n? Can I uh can I?" She flapped her hands trying to explain her point. After all Lady Lesso didn't do emotions. So the fact she was gesturing to hold your slumbering daughter had you in shock. But gently you shifted your daughter into her arms. Adjusting the hold so you were sure she was safe. "Um if you find it easier you can rest her on your shoulder. She likes that. And it's a bit easier to hold her weight" you mumbled watching as Lady Lesso nodded. "She's not that heavy darling, she's like a little flower. Lilacs bloom during the harshest winters just like this little one." She whispered seemingly transfixed on the sleeping baby.

"Lilac is a nickname she has for that exact reason. My pretty little flower. Delilah is her full name though. I know you're probably more comfortable using the full name?"

"Hmm pretty but lilac suits her" she stated with a matter of certainty.

Only then did your watch buzz reminding you of your class. "Ah god damn I'm late." You mumbled out. "I'm sorry Lesso I have a class and I need to find someone to watch little lilah here." You reached your arms for your daughter. "I'll watch her... if you want" she mumbled not ready to lose the contract with the sleeping baby.

"Leonora I can't ask you to do that. She's not your responsibility I can just cancel the class" she cut your protests off with a simple nod. "You didn't ask I offered. And you can't cancel the class, after all have you seen the way you Evers dance? You need all the training." She quipped at the end gaining a smile from you as you were rushed out the room after saying bye to your daughter and thanking the red head once more.

Lesso pov

Y/n had a kid? Not a kid no a baby. This beautiful little baby that was the spit of her mother. I quickly made my way to the sofa in Doveys office resting the sleeping baby on my chest. If only I'd admitted my feelings go y/n maybe she wouldn't have gone through such pain? But then again this little lilac flower wouldn't have bloomed. This was a lot to take in. And if anyone knew that you the great Dean of Evil was sat cradling a sleeping baby to your chest, well your reputation would be ruined. All you knew is you were tired of hiding feelings for y/n. Risking that someone else could snap her up alongside this beautiful baby. It was the lulling of the babies breathing that caused your eyes to flutter shut falling into a light slumber.

Y/n POV

As soon as the class finished I quickly made my way to where I'd left Lesso with Delilah. Quietly slipping into the office what I saw made my heart melt. Delilah laid on the red heads chest both of them sleeping peacefully. Did lady lesso even like babies? This was most definitely a puzzling sight. And not only you thought so. A gentle cough got my attention. Dovey sat at her desk watching the same sight you were. A smile adorned her lips as she motioned you over to her.

"They've been like that for the past 15 minutes at least." She whispered nodding in their direction. You nodded dumbfounded at what you were seeing.

"Who would've knew that Nora had a soft spot for babies?" You questioned out loud.

"Oh y/n. It's not babies it's the baby." Dovey stated as if it was completely obvious.

"Dovey what?" You were confused, eyes never leaving your baby and the women holding her.

"Oh Y/n, you don't see it? I know Leonora well she's been in love with you for years just refused to believe it was possible out of fear. She never wanted you to be hurt. I know that finding out bout our little flower here, would already let her know she didn't protect you from all the pain."

Blinking rapidly you made your way to the sofa and looked to Dovey for encouragement. If everything she had just told you was true then Nora returned your feelings. You placed a kiss to your sleeping baby's head knowing that she would need to wake for her feed soon, before placing a light kiss to the red heads cheek. You watched as her grip tightened holding your baby girl more securely as she stirred due to the little peck.

"Y/n? I'm sorry! I didn't meant to fall asleep. God I'm sorry darling she's okay tho." She reassured you as you just watched her rambling. Before you could even speak Lilah decided now was a good time to awake. Leonora looked at you unsure if you wanted to take your daughter back. Only when you didn't move to take her but moved to sit beside the pair and stroke your daughters cheek did she relax. You leant your head on her arm watching your daughter smile up at the women who was your one and only true love. Maybe your daughter had blossomed from the most unimaginable pain but now as you sat next to your lilac flower being held by the women who had your heart you couldn't help but be glad you went through it all to find this. Your happiness.

Word count ~ 1790

[horseonketamine]

it was always this way. i was always in this place. nothing changes here. the only thing i can contor is how high off the ground i am, and what shade of grey fish i consume. i never felt any peace, always having to move, never stagnant, unless i die. or so i was told, i never had the courage to test it, really.

today was as any other day, trying to catch grey food that always wants to run away. am i really that scary? i never saw myself, but from their perspective i might as well be. curious, what shade of gray am i? is it pretty? does it really matter if it's pretty, if all they do is fear? what i wouldn't do for just one single compliment. then i could've stop moving just to see what happens, as my life would be complete.

this place has it's limits too, however. there's this ground that shifts and shapes as i move along it, but it never goes away. there are corals and grass, both alive but not in the sense i am. but there's also this... light. right above. i never dared to get quite close to it. what if that is the thing that can actually manage to eat me?

as i continue to swim along my day, i contemplate. i am bored out of my mind with this stgnant life, always moving but never getting anywhere.

you know what? fuck it. i will move towards the light. maybe it will compliment me.

as i reach that flactuating line, marking the end of my abode, the end of my knowledge, i don't hesitate. i'm done being a coward. i am the biggest thing i have ever seen. im morbidly curious what that neverending light can do to my ego. i am about to find out.

i take a breath and cross the border, light brighter than i have ever seen, blinding me momentarily. As i can't blink, i just wait untill my eyes adjust. they never quite do.

i look around. so, this is the end of the universe? looks bleak, but also... beautiful.

im not sure what to do with this knowledge.

as i turn around i see something apart from the vast space that consumes everything else. ... ground? above the end? there should'n be any ground, this is not possible. i am way past the point of no return, so i move towards it, captivated.

as i approach i can make out some beings on said ground. not fish. not grey.

i reach the point where ground elevates. so, this is it, then. can't move any further. i dread going back to my old boring everyday life, knowing there's something beyond my comprehension but unable to even try to comprehend it. this is cruel, universe.

i reluctantly accept my fate, making myslef turn around and stop longing for a life i will never know. it's harder than i thought possible. maybe i will try that stop moving trick afterall.

but just as i was about to descend, i feel something strange. i feel... new fins coming out of my body? i try to stare down but absence of a neck makes the motion difficult. i wait for it to pass. suddenly, something else changes - i now don't feel like im suffocating above the surface. but, also...

i feel an overwhelming urge to move onto the ground.

i do. what else is there to do? i move onto the ground and feel something i never knew even existed. gravity. but the weight is somewhat comforting, even if odd.

i completely come out of the water, shifting my weight a little bit, trying out this new gravity thing. it's scary. but exilirating. confined but free.

i look around. these creatures are staring at me. any moment now. any moment they will flee in fear, just like everybody else ever did. i wait, not bearing to look at them. but they dont flee.

i dare to look up, and my breath hitches. they don't looked scared. they are in awe.

they are smiling at me.

not the teethy grin i am used to either. this one feels soft, comforting, accepting.

i stare back at them.

they look at me with love in their eyes and then they say:

“you look so smooth!”

[mercyisms]

I wasn't the og anon but for DVD commentary, anything of the following that you'd like to write more about - 3 q's: who was the monochrome stranger? what do R/S/V stand for? does cristabel love pearls and if so why? and would adore commentary for all of the "rummage" text , and/or the ending, "Darkness: Welcome back, baby ... It is not enough".

[necro elysium (yuck!!): the director’s cut]

the more the very merrier. thank you for reading and asking!! who was the monochrome stranger? that's miss cassiopeia the first. she makes one reference to nigella, which is your only and very subtle clue. i'm not sure why i was drawn to include cassy. i think i wanted to place bets on characterization for her, since it seems inevitable that she'll be part of alecto, so that's fun for me. the cassy sections were also written back in 2022, so maybe i thought she would... come back?? later in the fic?? unfortunately, augustine derailed on that, as one imagines augustine is wont to do. what do R/S/V stand for? honestly very extremely literal things. it entertained me to think mercymorn would divide up her life in a binder, and keep certain aspects of scientific research together with relationship trinkets and milestones. i think you can get close to R & S but V is for "valentines," something I decided the og lyctors, at least, would still have. does cristabel love pearls and if so why? i'm really not sure if this is based on anything beyond, idk, silas albino energy, but i just associate the eighth house with pearls. possibly because mercymorn wears them? i think? also because the eighth house has that stomae proximity and colum bursts into teeth. so the pearl is also enamel vibes. and the mother of pearl wardrobe is bc i further a 'mercymorn as an asian woman' headcanon & there are lots of lovely korean mother of pearl boxes & art that scream mercymorn to me personally. it's really more of a personal eighth house vibe. i think we mb only canonically know cristabel oct like macaroni art (but teethy!! that's teethy!!) but i don't think mercymorn could abide her house being made of pasta. rummage? i wasn't going to replicate every disco elysium feature (ie. different outfits to add skill points, thought cabinet) to keep this fic, y'know, possible in scope for me, someone with very little fic-writing stamina, but i did want to replicate the feature of a check or interaction you could come back to again and again. sort of like harry in the pawn shop? i think? i also wanted to paint the absurdity of a, i think, first house wardrobe: lab wear, fancy dress, formal house wear (the pearled armour one may imagine as a 'cultural' garment for the eighth house), and, of course, dumb t-shirts that john would love. it was also the easiest way to slip in something like a meme, as all tlt fics should. i am notorious for following those meme t-shirt accounts and sending them to all my beloved friends assigning them to fictional characters, so i rifled through all the dms i had and pulled the worst and most embarrassing shirt. it also doubles as a way for me to tell you i think mercy and cristabel were canonically fucking. the ending! i think the major ethos of the ending is hit pretty hard: the displacement of both mercymorn and cristabel into their new lyctoral form: the saint of joy, but with the seeds of what will eventually turn mercy against john. i did struggle, for awhile, about what the ending would look like & what that line would be. i thought the previous tlt had very strong dismounts and didn't want this one to fizzle! realizing death could close it out was a boon. it's intentionally the only "impossible" check in the fic (which is the hardest check in disco). and i would read it, perhaps, as a sort of giving into the logic and pain of lyctorhood, something that supersedes her allegiance to john. death is also characterized (as it is in tlt, i would, and many ppl smarter than i, have argue/d) as a hunger in the fic & you could maybe give me too much credit and read it as a deep hunger for joy, for justice, for these elements of cristabel that are no longer accessible through cristabel herself & cannot ever be satiated. that sort of stuff!!

[orangeypepsi]

You're the only one - C.S

"I like smaller gatherings rather than large parties, I don't know. I have more fun." Chris says with a smile to me as I nod, agreeing with his statement. The music is playing on a low volume in the background, but still loud enough to sing along to the lyrics. It is a small gathering at Chris' apartment, he only invited a few friends including me. We all know each other pretty well, so there's a comfortable energy hanging in the air.

Chris is wearing his favorite shirt, the camouflage one and it fits him really well. I think it might be my favorite too, but I'm used to subduing these thoughts about Chris. He's walking around socializing and sipping on a hard seltzer, his baggy jeans barely holding themselves up on his waist and showing off the waistband of his gray underwear, without a single care. He is constantly fixing his cap which he has on backwards, and everytime he does that my breath hitch a little.

As the hours pass by us, the get-together gets smaller one by one. People leaving as they say their goodbyes to the rest of us, yawning or drunkenly walking. I smile as the last of our mutuals hugs both me and Chris tightly and leaves. My heart is beating a little faster knowing now that me and Chris are alone together. We are friends, but everytime his shirt rides up a bit my heart stops or there is even times Chris puts his hand on my lower back and I get aroused right there. It is embarrassing but I can't make my feelings known, I suppress them knowing the damage this do to me. Chris sighs, pulling me out of my thoughts, and he walks over to the corner cabinet in the kitchen. I look curiously in his direction when he turns around, only holding a small clear plastic bag. "Chris, is that...?" I say smirking before Chris interrupts me. "Yes, this is pure happiness if that was what you were thinking." he says back to me smiling while slightly shaking the bag. The bag is filled with what looks like small dark green mossy spheres. The urge to smoke weed has never been this high, and I usually smoke pretty often. The thought of me alone with Chris smoking is... exciting to say the least.

Chris shows me his work, a joint tightly rolled and I smile examining his work. "And the award for the most beautiful joint goes to... Chris Sturniolo!" I say loudly, laughing knowing I made a corny joke. "Thank you, thank you!" Chris laughs loudly while making a half-assed attempt at bowing. We sit down on the couch, Chris groaning as he realizes that he forgot the lighter. "Fuck..." Chris states, and I look at him with a wondering expression on my face. "I forgot the lighter in the cabinet." Chris sighs and I smile a teethy grin. "Don't worry, I'll get it for us." I say excitedly, I just want to smoke so I can feel relaxed around Chris, especially since without knowing it he has been teasing me all night. I get up and walk over to the cabinet adjusting my jeans, they are supposed to be low-waisted but they ride up all the time making me irritated. I stop in my tracks, unbuttoning my jeans and letting them ride down, accidentally losing my grip. The jeans hooks themselves onto my ass, revealing my panties if anyone had been looking. I pull them back up, giggling to myself hoping Chris didn't see it. I look back, and Chris quickly look in my eyes smiling. I shake the naughty thoughts out of my head and grab the lighter from the cabinet. I toss the lighter to Chris, and I see him lighting the joint up while I walk back over. I plummet down onto the couch, my stomach aching for the taste of pure happiness on my tongue. Chris is so focused on the first few hits, my thoughts start to wander but they quickly disappear as the joint is in my sightline. Chris smiles handing the joint to me. "Don't choke on it" he laughs, continuning to speak. "Like I did the first time." I look at Chris, and I grin. "Come on now, you can't possibly think this is my first time. I tried weed before I even knew what alcohol was. Like let's be so for real." I laugh while bringing the joint to my mouth. I inhale the smoke and let it travel slowly down my throat, enjoying the taste of it before I blow the remaining out. "Shit, my bad. How can I not know this about you? We've been friends for so long." he asks genuinely, and I shrug. "Never thought it was important enough." I smirk taking another hit before passing it back to Chris already feeling the calming effects. It was true, we had been friends for a few years and he knew everything about me. Clearly not, but most of my embarrassing and deepest secrets lies within Chris. If he remembers it ofcourse. We were just friends, but I've been hiding my feelings for so long, wondering often if he ever felt the same. I take a hit, pass the joint back, he takes a hit, passes it back. The vibe in the room is calm, yet there's something else I just can't put my finger on what it is. I look deep into Chris' eyes allowing myself to fall into them, and I swear he looks at me the same.

Suddently there is faint sounds from a phone call. Both Chris and I, without breaking off the eye contact, search for our phones frantically to see who's phone it is. I finally find my phone, and it is an old friend calling me. Ashley, a childhood friend of mine is calling. This can't be good, since we don't talk that much. "I need to answer, it's a childhood friend and I don't think she's doing good" I explain to Chris and he nods letting me answer.

"Yoooo tall girl" I groan at the nickname I've had since we were children. "Where the fuck are you at? I need to see you" Ashley yells over the phone, and I notice immediately that she's drunk. Out of the corner of my eye I see Chris reacting too, but it wasn't because she was drunk. "Ashley? What the fuck?" Chris looks at me baffled, but about to laugh. "How do you know Ashley?" I look into his eyes and are about to ask how he knows her. "Tall girl why are you with my ex?" Ashley asks looking like she is about to cry. Everything that is happening makes me confused and I'm high so I start laughing. Chris starts laughing too, and Ashley scoffs. "I understand it didn't end well" I continue to laugh making Ashley upsetter by the minute. "Well yeah, he fucked my best friend and broke up with me. I fucking hate him." Ashley replies angry. I look over at Chris with my mouth open as he finds this amusing. He whispers to me that he'll explain later. Ashley's voice is heard again yelling profanity at Chris even though she doesn't see him. "And one last thing before I hang up on your fake friend ass, he has the smallest dick I've ever seen." she screams at me and hangs up. My mouth is hanging while I look at Chris surprised, laughing. "What the actual fuck just happened?" I laugh even more. "I don't even know" he laughs even more. Feeling the need to clarify why Ashley and I are friends, I tell Chris that even though we are childhood friends, we had a falling out a couple years ago but that she had called a year prior and wanted to rekindle the friendship. Chris understands and wants to explain what happened between him and his ex. "She came home one time from a party, at the party she cheated on me and I didn't know. A mutual told me, a fucking mutual. I asked her when she came through the door what happened. She threw herself at me wanting to have sex 'one last time'." He says quoting her on the last phrase. "I broke up right there and she screamed and cried. Never saw her again." he shrugs as if he doesn't care. I move closer to him to try and comfort him, but Chris only smiles. "I don't care, I'm over her and have someone else in my thoughts." Chris smiles. My stomach feels like a thousand knives are being stabbed into. Fuck, I didn't even have the chance to sleep with him first.

I try to ignore the feeling in my stomach while I joke around with Chris. "But you do have small dick energy" I laugh, as Chris' gaze deepens but lightens up again. "Why don't you see for yourself instead?" Chris states smiling. My stomach drops again, did he just say that? No, we're friends. He didn't mean it. But he looked at my ass earlier, or I think he did. Did he? Yes, he did. He leans forward to grab the joint to take another hit washing it down with whatever's left in his red plastic cup. The entire situation with Ashley made the night feel so much longer than it needed to be, and now when there is another sensation between my legs I ignore it. One thing though, when you're not supposed to be thinking of something, that's the only thing on your mind. I thought about Chris slowly making his way down on me, how he kisses, if he's big or not. Especially that, does he have a girther dick rather than a long one? These things running my mind while Chris talks mindlessly about anything makes me horny, and wet, and...

"Hey idiot!" Chris calls, and I snap out of my thoughts seeing the joint in front of my face. "I asked if you wanted the last hit?" he says but bringing the joint back to his face, meaning I missed my chance. In my horny state of mind I quickly get over to Chris and demands he shotgun kiss me. Without hesitating he drags the last smoke out of the joint, and exhale. The smoke dancing between us before finally ending up in my mouth and I lean my head back inhaling the last of it.

I give Chris' soft lips a peck and thank him for doing that for me. Chris' eyes shoot up and his mouth is open. I lay down on the couch before I realize what the fuck I did. Fuck, this is the alcohol mixed with the weed making a move on me. I quickly stand up. "Chris, I don't feel so good. I'm going to the bathroom." I say without even waiting for Chris' reply. I get to the bathroom, and I see myself in the mirror. I'm swaying left and right, feeling like the weed really hit me now. I laugh at myself. "It doesn't matter, it was friendly" my now heavily intoxicated thoughts affecting my feelings. What I didn't know was that after that kiss and watching me walk away Chris groaned wishing it wasn't just a kiss. He had been watching me all night wishing to fuck me, and even tried to hint it to me. He had watched as my jeans fell down earlier and almost got a hard-on. The truth was that everytime Chris needed to masturbate, or he found himself in a situation with a girl, he only thought of me. How I felt sucking him off, what my ass looked like, how wet could I get for him? He always felt bad since we were friends, but now that I had kissed him he couldn't stop his dick from hardening.

I walk back out from the bathroom and see Chris laying with his hand covering his eyes. My only thoughts are that it is over now, he is sad that I kissed him and I've lost a friend. Clearly my drugged mind not handling anxiety well. Chris removes his hand away from his face, and look at me with a slight panic in his eyes. I walk closer to him and see his hand under his pants. I open my mouth in excitement but Chris takes it as a bad thing. "Sorry... fuck-" Chris sighs, and I interrupt him. I smile and straddle him.

"No problem touching yourself when I'm in the apartment?" I laugh. Chris unsure how to respond just nods. By looking at him I feel my panties starting to get wetter by the second. Seeing my expression, Chris smirks and places his hands on my hips. "This might ruin our friendship, but I just kept looking at you today and I wanted so bad to bend you over and fuck you until the upstairs neighbours hear you scream my name." Chris states calmly and my pussy tingles like crazy knowing I've wanted this too. I lean closer to him, putting my hands on his chest. "Let's see if we can make the neighbours across the street hear me scream your name" I whisper into his ear. This was enough to set him off. He grabs my waist pulling me in, holding my face an inch from his face. "You are the one I think of when I jack off" he whispers, and my pussy clenches at the thought of him thinking of me. I can't deny how wet that makes me so I grind a little. He holds me down, smirking. I'm impatient so I kiss him immediately, which he is quick to respond to. His tongue graze mine as his hands travel all over my body before ultimately ending up on my ass, gripping it hard. I gasp breaking away from the kiss, and he just brings me back in again. He tugs at my shirt wanting it removed and I follow his wish. "It's unfair if I'm going to be naked but you fully dressed" I whine. He chuckles at my whiny remark as he sits up, and pulls off his t-shirt. "It's just a t-shirt" he laughs. I smirk and stand up, slowly undressing myself. I'm basically becoming a stripper for Chris, and with the look in his eyes and the low moaning I'm feeling myself. Dancing to the seducing beat in the background smiling, touching myself all over my body. My fingers searching and finding my pussy, I slowly rub my clit with my eyes closed and moaning. Chris is in shock but quickly pulls his jeans and underwear off of him, panting and palming his dick. The weed are definitely making its impact on both me and Chris.

I knew I would like kissing Chris but I never knew how much, in fact I fucking love it. I lay on the couch as Chris is on top making the most out of this little make out session. The weed affecting our perception of time, it feels like hours since I slightly kissed Chris. Chris has his entire body weight on mine and I feel his dick rubbing unintentionally against my clit. He is kissing me so forcefully I think he is afraid this is our only moment together. I push him off and down on the couch, I sit down on my knees and pull his legs to face me. This is the first look I've gotten of his dick and I have to admit, I'm in a bit of shock. "Hope you don't choke on my 'small' dick?" Chris smirks. I laugh as I spit on his dick and let my hand spread it all over his large and throbbing dick. "Have you been waiting for this?" I ask slowly jerking him off. "You have no idea" he moans low, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes.

[My first oneshot, I did not have the energy to finish this, but will happily make part twoooo]

[cherienymphe]

Long anecdote warning (sorry)

Girl I had my first fucking kiss last night (I’m 20 & still a virgin never had anyone interested in me before) and I’m fucking terrible at it. But holy fuck the things I felt but I’m a bit conflicted on the way it went down. I’m usually quite conserved about myself. I’m always nice to people, I don’t get majorly drunk when I’m with friends as I end up being the mom figure and looking after everyone else. Had never done drugs even though my friends constantly do it, and if it’s offered I’d say no.

So I went to a houseparty for my friend’s b-day and there was lots of guys there like 3-4 years older than me. I got there late and started drinking to catch up. There was one guy who my friend kept saying was nice. After a while, I got a bit in a state where I’m just observing everything. That guy asked me if I wanted a drink and he made me a Fireball & coke. I watched him make it and he put a shit ton of fireball in it - nothing else. Later on I downed 3/4 of a bottle of whiskey and I ended up a bit too drunk. I tried to sober myself up, so I went outside and I was out there on my own for a while. Then, he came out and sat down next to me asking if I’m okay and shit. We were talking and looking at the stars and then he asked me if I wanted a bump.

This is where I was so fucking stupid and immediately said okay. He told me that it was only a little bit and wouldn’t do much but it’d help to sober me up. I did it, it was a small amount and I didn’t even know if I actually did it or if he took the key away before I done it. Anyways after a bit he said “hey” and I looked at him and he was leaning in and I fucking kissed him and it was the most weird thing in my life. Idk if I was just terrible at it or if he was bad but it’s nothing like when I used to practice on my hand at all LMAO. I couldn’t tell if I was supposed to use my tongue and I kept feeling my own teeth on his lips. I started laughing and he was like “what?” and I kept saying sorry about how shit I am at it and about how I’m too “teethy”. He stopped and after a while he was like “wanna try again” so I went in, and it was still shit but omg. He put his hand on my thigh and his other hand was like caressing the side of my face and after being touch starved all of my life - it felt so so good. I ended up stopping again because I thought I was really shit at it (Idk why I stopped tbh) and we ended up going inside and he added me on social media but I haven’t accepted his friend request yet.

Now I’m kind of regretting it but literally I could not sleep last night because I kept thinking about his hand on my thigh and him rubbing my back and shit. I’m in two minds about it because 1. i really liked being touched and i’m glad i got my first kiss out of the way, but 2. he’s not that good looking, and in all honesty, the way he was offering bumps when he was told by my friend that I don’t do drugs, and filled my glass up with a lot of whiskey when I was already clearly drunk. But I can’t blame him as he was drunk too yk, at least I think so, and that’s what he kept telling himself. So yeah. I keep getting flashbacks and part of me is like “wow” and the other part is like “I hate myself so much, you slag, why’d you do that that’s weird” even though it literally is not. But the concept is so foreign to me because I’ve never had anyone interested in me before. So yeah.

Shame you thought he was ugly 😭 at least he was nice about it and understanding when you said you felt like you were bad at it. As for the other stuff, from my perspective, I don't think he was being sleazy or at least not intentionally. I've had men just flat out try to hand me drinks and whatnot without even asking. He asked if you wanted one and like you said, he was drunk too. As for the coke thing, prepare yourself but he was probably trying to sober you up. I don't do drugs but I've had plenty of people tell me coke is good for a hangover or if you need to sober up quick 😭

I'm sorry it was weird for you! I feel like it would've been better for you if a) you were 100% sober and b) you were genuinely into the guy. Worst case scenario you can pretend that one doesn't count and get a do over

[sinisterexaggerator]

I’m back.

Realized belatedly I meant the headcanons about Shriv wanting to go exclusive with reader when I was talking about his self-deprication. Not the “Persistent” ficlet.

Sorry for the confusion 🤦🏻‍♀️ *insert embarrassed wingofshadow here*

Oh, OK! Thanks for clarifying @wingofshadow! At first I was confused because I thought he did not degrade himself in that ficlet, he was only afraid of hurting reader with his teethies! All right, here's a little short something. @kimageddon had to make it horny with her "you forgot" idea and it wouldn't leave my head, so sorry about that! >D

Title: Something in my eye

Word Count: 551

Warnings: Just a bit of a crotch squeeze, otherwise it's all fluff and feelings and dealing with ill feelings about oneself.

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"I don't know what you see in me," Shriv confessed, sighing. "I'm just a jaded Duros with a big mouth and an even bigger head."

"Stop it," you scolded him. "That's one of the dumbest things you have said to date. Besides, you forgot the biggest thing about you."

Shriv's brow ridge knitted as he contemplated what you were getting at. "My quote, attitude problem, unquote?"

Your hand lightly came to sit upon his knee, sliding, teasing, as your palm moved to rest across his groin, though he was not erect. Shriv gasped, nearly choking on the inhale. His own hand moved to join yours, his fingers toying with the tips; the softness of your flesh as he removed you carefully, yet he held you to himself, arm pinned against his chest.

"O-oh, smooth. Normally, I'd- It's just ... I was being serious," he said solemnly, continuing to caress the apex of your index and middle digit with the scaled pads of his own. "I don't want to lose you and I'm afraid you'll get sick of me one day," he admitted worriedly.

"Shriv," you said, your voice firm and commanding. It caught his attention well enough, for he turned his head to look timidly in your direction, thin pupils fixated on you - your face reflected back at you in his shining eyes of ruby. "Please, don't talk that way. I hate it when you do that. I can't stand the idea you think so lowly of yourself."

"I ... I'm sorry," the Duros apologized too quietly, gaze shifting towards the floor.

"And stop apologizing all the time!" you instructed forcefully, though you allowed yourself to calm back down to a warmer speaking volume. "Shriv, I love everything about you. If I didn't I wouldn't be sitting here with you."

"Oh," Shriv responded flatly. "I-I see."

"Do you? I'm not so sure."

You frowned, tugging your arm away so that both could wrap snuggly around his hefty build. You squeezed as tightly as you could, though you lacked real strength. Still, you were able to get your point across.

"You're funny, witty, charming, kind, brave ... and that's just hitting the surface level," you whispered into his ear canal.

"I - I am?" he asked with trepidation coloring his tone.

"Of course you are. You risk your life everyday, you make people laugh everyday. The galaxy would be a darker place without you in it."

Suurgav remained quiet, though he was overcome. He held himself steady in your arms.

"To not hear your voice, to not see your smile, to be without you in my life ... I rather risk going up against Darth Vader himself than to have never met you."

You stifled your mild shock, for you felt something wet against you neck. You hadn't even known that Duros could cry, though it made sense. You gently tautened your shared embrace, planting a sweet kiss just below his well-honed jawline. "I care about you, Shriv, and so does everybody else - even if they don't always say it out loud. Be more confident in yourself and in your abilities. You've got nothing to worry your big head about."

Shriv nodded, using it as an excuse to wipe his tears off on your blouse. He chuckled wryly, trying to make light of all of this. "I'm not crying or anything, I've just got... something in my eye."

[k1tt13sbl0g]

Creepypasta oc- remake

So! If anyone remembers, I posted a thing of this character-ish a bit ago. I made a drawing of "then-her" and Laughing Jack.

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I'm kinda gonna re-write her character. Honestly, don't know who I'm gonna eventually pair her with. But, I do know that her name won't be Jinxx. Have too many self inserts/OCS with that name. SO, I'm gonna try something new but still something I'm familiar with ✨

Her name I've decided will be Lilith! (i̶k̶ s̶o̶ o̶r̶i̶g̶i̶n̶a̶l̶ l̶m̶a̶o̶)̶, well given name. I'm still gonna try and figure out a design and official name for the man she was wed to and turned her.

She is originally from Ireland, and emigrated to "the new world" because her family wanted a new better start. She comes from a wealthy Irish family, so her parents wanted her to be wed to someone who was also wealthy. And in their eyes, America would be perfect for that. Lilith was 20 and her parents were concerned. She hadn't found a husband on her own and none of the ones that were suited for her back home, she rejected. Lilith wanted to be her own person and not have to live for someone else instead of living for herself.

She was very sweet and almost loved everyone she met. Almost.

Like for example, the man her parents had her wed to. At first, she was very curious about the man. Always wearing clothes that covered him almost completely. He wore sunglasses pretty much everytime she saw him before they were married. Though, she did not want to marry this man.

Sadly, she didn't have any say in this matter.

They day they were married came and went faster than she had predicted, the night of however, was a completely different strory.

When they returned to his home(think of the house the main characters from "Interview with a Vampire") and when they stepped in, Lilith turned to her new husband as he took of his sun-glasses. And to her horror, the glowed a yellowish color.

The next thing she knew, she woke up in a daze. Tied, hands behind her back and legs tied to the ones of the chair. She'd looked around, confused and beyond terrified. Her husband walked towards her, not that she couldn't see his eyes in the dark. She was surrounded by candles, the lighting wasn't the best. But she could see those glowing eyes.

Then, she noticed more figures standing not too far behind him. One. Then two more. Then another. Four other women, two on his left and another pair to his right. Their eyes were glowing as well. Two of them had eyes like her husband's, the other two had different ones. One of the two had purple, the other almost orange-ember like.

Her husband walked over to her and had a sinister teethy smile. Once he was closer to her and vision was clear, she saw something that made her heart sank. Vangs.

Before she could realize what had happened, the four women gathered around her and husband began reading something from a blood red book. Once he finished, he looked down at his new wife. He told her, that her name was now Lilith, and she completed his "set". Her eyes widened as the candles all blew out. In a flash her husband lunged at her, biting now in the rim of her neck. Hard.

After she had been changed, she went into a frenzy of hunger and rage. Rage, from being used and betrayed by seemingly anyone who was supposed to be her proctecter and to love her. Hunger, from the new feeling of blood lust. She killed her husband, and the wives. Not knowing what to do, she ran into the night with what she would possibly need. And was never sawn again. Well, at least by humans.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I will add more and continue to work on her story as I figure out what will be happening during modern times. Oh! She tends to seduced people (men, women, in between) for food. Some of the pastas when they met, mistook her for a succubus. She finds this rather funny.

And if you're wondering, yes it was Toby and Jeff who asked this 🧍💀

[deploytheboy]

The skabi masterlist

Dome shaped and loveable.mushroom

Skabi vs Andy's room

farquaad(theatre slut/nerd, softie, quote folder

Where is he_My brother.stonks

This aged so badly.volcra_fucking

Greek mythology is Greek mythology

Secret jigwise folder

Skey.professional_editor

Talk more about female oppression in patriarchal society

Jigwise 💕/Jigsaw <3333

Penode game weak

Nobody expects the canalised river

I've had enough of this dude.pennywise

Quote folder <3.mannequins

That's [it] you complete me

Robot Pigeon jesus we've all seen him

Padmé

Star wars rp

Teethie boys music

And I feel soft in this chili's tonight

Skey my little meow meow

All nut no shell/pistachio brainwave/thought pistachio/thoughts Pistachios/the use of pistachio as a verb/no thoughts pistachio empty/you just got pistachioed/pistachio bird vector

Morally grey protag_abi

Ayo 2 the sequel

I studied the curb I mastered the stomp

I appreciate the overestimation of my intelligence

Self isolating babey

Fuck you. Unlearns how to read an analogue clock.

Krogstad my beloved.gif

Holey Thursday my beloved.gif

Sorry about the blood in my mouth I was licking a peach

Indeed... The plot chickens

I contain multitudes.mulaney

Lit grids

Dolls house alignment chart

Skye 🙂

Explaining mcyt

Long live the lesbians

And the canary choked in my throat

I'm in your bathroom using your toothpaste

The concept of being loved lots and lots like jelly tots got to me alright

I am dome shaped and lovable so hot that down

Skelen

Thanks 👍

Ske

Girls trip

Hollow worms

Pussification

Don't watch private peaceful without any problems caused by alarm based issues your so sexy aha

Achilles fanart

Go to horny jail

History speaks

Cry abt it/I am

It'll be Abi Rustage running that bank

The future is many things but female is not one of them

Oh my g we would boss that so hard

We'll we'll we'll what do we have here

Oh Pablo we're really in it now

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Tease

I'm gonna say 'me too' after u and ur partner say 'I do'

Poetic slurs

Furrycon formalwear

Haunted by the murdoch group

Vegetarian lesbians

Initial queer feelers

Does she draw funky arrows

Cry and do the lit work

Minecraft fans (hi Abi)

Gay rat wedding

Clarifying nothing and setting more work continually

I need a moment

The PAIR on this guy

Is that even a cause of Tb or was ibsen just in the mood to slut shame

I'm a pro at anal series

Female scrooge - gay thoughts head lesbian

Cat mind control powers

Love it when planes a come together

All it takes is severe humiliation

Ugly keysmash I apologise

Sketflixandchill

Tumblr ibsen discussion

Character development.same hat

I have the power of God and strong nails on my side

Cadburys crab egg

You want a mans sport? Start making fun of British politicians

Chagrin is the sexy female assassin that makes lesbian brain go brr

Simp. I know.

It was 1pm. Regular madness.

Petting the fish

Affection starved thumbs up

PIVOT word

Don't imply women are responsible for their own oppression your so sexy

Forget tragedy essays I'm already writing tragic essays

I would never want you to pass lit bb

Indeed. The plot chickens.

Politics vs gay Simpsons Anne Hathaway. We are not the same.

Bagels are scary.

Man cannot live on cereal bars alone.

Me eating my fringe toast with my fail peanut butter.

[fumikomiyasaki]

I missed this so I will send a few together

🌆

Leroy & Hinata

Kayne & Ciro

Carol & Kurai

How about one date?

It wasn't like he was lazy picking the Arcade as a date spot for him and Hinata... he actually did have a plan.. to show off. He mainly said that if there is any plushie Hinata wanted Leroy would get it for him... he was confident in his crane skills.

"There is a Panda one... can you maybe try it?"

"Leave it to me."

With a teethy smirk he put a coin into the slot and moved the Joystick in his usual movement while Hinata watched and so... he managed to get it first try as Hinata kept it on his arm.

"Thats incredible, Lee."

"Lets say... I had to survive some way with not being able to buy much so I had to use every coin I had."

The two sat down at the snack bar as Hinata spoke up.

"There is a rumor I heard and you know... secrets often interest me... your father-"

"I... don't want to talk about it but... I also know you won't stop asking... he barely been there for me or my mother... supposedly he had a Yakuza family to return to.... its why I take on so much work onto myself to provide her."

"Leroy...."

"I don't want to bump this date out though, how about we talk about something else."

Even if he tried to avoid the topic Hinata put one hand on his.

"I am happy you shared it with me... you always can share them I keep them well."

"Alright... so how about you... if I expose you have to share too, my sweet bear.~"

His smile was smug as he leaned closer to him and he got read.

"There is not that much remarkable to say about me... I just like collecting boxes and that people rely on me."

"Then how about a deal... we play some games at the machines... if I win you tell me each crumb of things you can share about yourself and if you win I let you in on some emberassing things about me."

"Tempting... fine.. I accept your challenge."

The date was a mess but they laughed a ton and between snack breaks and sharing things... in the end Hinata got out with 4 more plushies and a bright smile hanging onto Leroys arm who helped him carry them.

Kayne had no idea in the acts of romance really... but he couldn't just cook his boyfriend a dinner and make do... so his friend Kristoff pointed him to a better idea that fit with Ciros interests... a small trip to a near science museum with him...

However even then the both walked in silence cause Kayne didn't really have that much ideas on what to talk about... eventually he felt Ciro hold his hand and pull him along to one machine in particular.

"Look, Lovebug... this one works similar to what you did some days ago."

It was a heat experiment but it was similar to a method Kayne used in cooking some days ago.. he watch in awe as Ciro explained the whole mechanism to him... in general this was a way how the day would have gotten less awkward... Kayne asked him a lot of questions how certain machines worked and saw a smirk on Ciros to him very handsome face that made him hide a little red behind his papers.

"Say, you do pay attention right?"

"O-of course... just... I am glad you are passionate about it."

"I am glad you brought me here."

After this exchanges things were a little more chummy.. Kayne however got tired down by all the info dump so Ciro let him rest on his shoulder for a while. Yet somewhat he couldn't resist seeing this sleeping face.... he looked around before placing a small kiss on his lips and letting him sleep on... its not like Kayne didn't notice but he was glad his boyfriend was looking away to not see him this red and not being able to rest on anymore...

The exhibit ended as the Sunset.

"Would you... mind visiting another restaurant nearby? I always wanted to try it."

Kaynes request was hesitant but Ciro craddled his face and nodded.

"Lets head there."

The day before she was really nervous... I mean even if they were dorm members Kurai was slowly rising in fame with his group and she was just a simple tutor... she managed to get the courage to ask him out, she had to make it count given she still didn't really confess that she was intersted in him as more than a friend... Lyla pointed her to a genius ideas as a date spot... visiting the foxes shrine and a certain restaurant after. And so she asked Lyla to call over Mythra and pick out the right Yukata for this.

On the day of the date she waited texting him the location, clinging a little anxious to her bag as some of the passing by shrine goers already tried to make comments and hit on her... she tried to wave them off untill eventually she felt one touch on her arm pulling her close.

"I am sorry she is busy."

It was Kurai, who watched out for her as her cheek flushed a little feeling his hand. Eventually the group left and she looked at him.

"I am glad you just arrived. Thank you so much."

"You seemed troubled... I am happy however where you invited me... I always wanted to come here."

"I thought as much. Could you... maybe stick close just in case?"

He linked his arm with hers as the two walked towards the shrined together. Her cheeks stayed flushed for a while unsure what to say but she just enacted the shrines tradtions and wished the courage to actually tell him about it.

"Carol... you seem red, is the Yukata too warm?"

"Hm? Oh N-no don't mind it... just... could we go there I think I can explain it better."

As she walked with him to the side and tried to speak up they noticed both a small firework above the shrine.... probably part of the celebrations... she thought maybe this could help her practise telling what she feels and so she wanted to use the noise to overshadow what she wanted to say.

"I really really like you... and as more than a friend, Kurai."

Given he had one earbud in.... surely he didn't hear her she thought, watching onto the fire work, but suddenly as the noise dimmed down she noticed him looking at her with a hint of red as well... putting one arm around her.

"I could say the same."

"Hm? Y-you mean you heard me."

"Not clear but I could read your lips."

She took a deep breath still flustered but then spoke up.

"Then you heard correctly... I did have a crush on you but... I was unsure how to tell you without it ruining our bond before and I am really just-"

She felt him pull her closer and place a kiss on her forehead...

"You don't need to explain it. I kinda had a thought based on the music you recently picked for us to listen together."

"So you even picked up on that... I should have told you sooner... but... I love you."

"I love you as well."

She was very happy she finally told him and they could hug and be a bit closer during this date... holding her fan watching the lights, hiding a little behind it with him in hopes no fans drop by... however she didn't notice someone was lurking behind them eavesdropping on their conversation... someone both were too familiar with.

[crimsontroupe]

“ there’s certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? ” ( Kal to Ran ) - @babelmedicus “𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎. (accepting)

It is a teethy grin that greets the doctor, the Lupo apparently busying himself with twirling a dagger between his fingers. Kal'tsit is clever, and he likes it that way. "Whatever makes you think that?", he asks. And oh, do not get him wrong. Rannulfr knows the answer. But he finds it delightful to tease her, to upset the good doctor until she is at the point of simply leaving him be... and then providing her with the answers she seeks.

He winks, putting the weapon down and slouching against a nearby office chair. "Sometimes what you see is what you get, Miss Kal'tsit. But you do not look the kind of woman who would be satisfied with that... because you are keen on keeping your secrets close to your chest. Much like I am.

You should not worry, however: had I any ill intent towards you or this place, I highly doubt you would let me stay. And other people would have their eyes on me, too. What I want is freedom and a goal that seems too far-fetched for any of us Infected to accomplish. Something you might share with me, maybe. I show you the cards that you want to see, and in turn you let me see the ones you want me to be aware of. I offered you - and only you, you know that - my services.

I am not about to become a filthy backstabber, so that should be enough for you. I want to see my childish, naïve vision come true. The fact that I will have to trample on a bunch of people and bury way too many corpses is not an issue. The end result is worth it all.

You get it, don't you?"

[colecassiidy]

Meta + loss; how Cole deals with it, how he handles it. Is he the kind to trust others with his pain or does he prefer to silently suffer?

🤔 Cole doesn't quite openly speak about his grief, and it's easy to construe it as Typical Macho Man Behavior (tm), but tbh everything in his development has lead him to swallow these things down: the children of his hometown had a pecking order, you learn to throw your weight around and you don't go sobbing about it when somebody beats your ass. Everybody else in the foster homes experienced the same loss as you and you're just a statistic; there was no sense to him in weeping about it. Who would listen? Who would want to? They were all in same boat, no need to burden anymore ears who've lived the same trauma as you (though ironically -- he would listen and he would be that steady rock for many kids who saw their world torn asunder); and after that, he was absolutely alone for quite some time before finding a job at the megafarm and later Deadlock.

In this sense, it's a private and silent suffering, but this won't stop him from giving tribute in whichever way he deems is necessary. He was taught: You respect the Dead. You honor them. And, his heart aches not to give the deceased some token of thank you for all the memories that they'd shared.

For him, grief is not about you or your loss; it's about celebrating their life.

He isn't adverse to commiseration, finds it cruel not to when there are people who also knew the person that passed. He will share a drink, make a toast, share stories that leave you missing the bastard more than they'd ever know. And in the after wake, when the celebrations have gone and all you're left with is that blue-colored solitude, he will lift a glass and share a toast with the dead and share a one-sided conversation that ends with a gentle, plaintive good-bye (an unspoken you will be missed; i miss you.) And he will go on because life demands that he does.

For the losses that are broken relationships, riddled with teethy glass shards, it's different because there is nothing to celebrate. They aren't dead, but there's still a grief. Sentimentality makes the wounds weep more eagerly, easier to re-open. As mentioned in another post, he'll dream about the Good Times, and it'll drive him to a drink or two, a puff of smoke. It's harder when they're still alive.

In the case of what Talon has done to the people he knew, he sometimes wishes that they'd be dead, preserving their memory of who they had been as opposed to what they'd become, suffering or consumed in hatred; changed for the worst and not necessarily by their own volition. Granted, put in that position to do so, I don't think even Cole would know if he'd pull that trigger.